None of it is mine sad to say…it all belongs to that George Lucas guy.
Note: I was very dissatisfied with the way Padmé died in ROTS. I don't think a woman as strong as Padmé would lose the will to live when she knows she is pregnant. Here's my take on what should've happened during and after ROTS.
Chapter 1:
The metallic transport ship had a frigid air about it, intensified by its cool silver hue. Velvety black enveloped the ship, a glint of light in an abyss of darkness. Glimmers of deep blue winked from afar as the ship gracefully danced through the vast expanse of space. The serene quiet of the cosmos had been disturbed by the roaring engines of the ship like a voice echoing through an ancient place long forgotten.
Amidst the corruption of order, Padmé Skywalker sat by a tiny window, transfixed as the universe slid by before her eyes. She shivered as a chilly current ran up her spine. Pulling her azure blanket tighter around her tiny body, she closed her eyes, lulling herself into what she hoped was a dreamless sleep.
A hiss echoed through the room as a pair of doors opened to reveal Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was dressed in traditional dark brown Jedi robes, which offered little contrast to his long russet hair and beard. He softly treaded to the nearby water dispenser and filled a glass half-full with the clear, sparkling liquid. As he turned to leave, he noticed the young woman sleeping in the corner, hidden in a blanket of shadow. Slight tremors ran through her body as a distant nightmare gripped her in its vice. A wrinkle appeared on her forehead, marring her look of innocence with the hard face of reality. A tiny moan escaped her lips as she battled with a faraway demon. Obi-Wan could sense the fear in her; it radiated off of her in a fevered heat. He shook his head. This was not how the story was supposed to play out.
He silently watched her as terrors ripped through the peace in her mind. Her hands, white knuckled, unknowingly squeezed and pulled her shirt. She was reliving the Hell she'd been thrown into that day. Obi-Wan let his mind wander.
"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" What could he say to that? Anakin was like a son to him. "He has become a great threat," he heard himself answer, emotionless. Force, this was hard. He studied Padmé as she sat down. He could see her round belly and a pang of guilt hit him. "Anakin is the father, isn't he?" She didn't say anything, but he felt her admission emanate from her in waves. He swallowed. "I'm so sorry."
Obi-Wan's mind ventured back into the present, and he sighed. The next few days were going to be hard on them both. Anakin had ripped apart every last shred of happiness Obi-Wan and Padmé were entitled, and cast them off without a second thought. The Dark Side was clouding everything. With one last glance at Padmé, the Jedi Master reluctantly turned and padded out of the room, the hiss of the doors following him.
Obi-Wan jerked awake. Padmé's shrill scream had pierced the air and echoed throughout the ship. Obi-Wan hastily slid out of bed and hurried into the room Padmé occupied, adjacent to his own. As he entered, he heard her before he saw her. Muffled sobs, remnants of her nightmare, bounced from the walls. He found her curled in a ball, the corner her only comfort. He slowly approached her and eased himself down beside her. Gently he reached for her, and pulled her tiny frame into a tight embrace. He could feel her shaking as sobs wracked through her body.
"Shhhh, it's all right," he soothingly whispered.
He began to trace light circles up and down her arms as she leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder. He held her for what seemed like eternity, until she quieted her sobs. She slowly turned in his embrace until she was facing him. Her eyes trailed up his body until she met his piercing blue gaze. He brought his hand to her cheek and tenderly wiped a stray tear away only to have it replaced. "What have I done, Obi-Wan?" He opened his mouth to say something, but she silenced him, bringing a finger to his lips. Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around his strong, masculine form and pulled herself closer to him. She could feel his warmth through her clothes, and she basked in it, safe for the moment. She let her head fall back to his chest and closed her eyes.
"Please don't leave me," she whispered.
He didn't say anything, but pulled her closer, and rested his head against her hair. She smelled like roses, and he felt her scent begin to overwhelm his senses as she drifted off to sleep. He felt the scent weave through the room, intoxicating the furniture, floor, and air with its vibrant perfume. As her breathing slowed, and began to take on a steady rhythm, Obi-Wan felt the pull of sleep. 'This is for her,' he told himself as he allowed sleep to suck him into its whirlpool of peace.