What if Anakin's dream in ROTS was different? What if he decided to ask someone besides Palpatine for help?
This is my first multi-chapter story, and updates may not be very quick, so please bear with me.
Anakin shot up, drenched in sweat, his whole body trembling. Gasping for air, he glanced down at his Angel, soundly sleeping.'Oh Force, what was that?', he thought, sliding out of bed. He reached for his shirt and headed out to the balcony to think about the horrors he had just seen.
Padme woke to movement next to her, looking up just in time to see her beloved walk from the room. She decided to follow him, knowing how much the war affected him. 'Oh Anakin...', she thought, remembering all the times he had cried on her shoulder after returning, remembering all the innocent lives he had seen cut short.
The first thing she noticed was he was trembling. Getting closer she could hear the sobs echoing from his body. She immediately put her arms around him, whispering "It's ok" over and over. He composed himself and looked up at her, as it all came rushing back to him. "What is it Ani?" He breathed deep, squeezing his eyes shut. "It was another dream, like the ones of my mother, only this time it was about me." "What was it?" Padme was terrified of losing her husband, especially now that she was pregnant.
Anakin sighed and stood up, facing away from her as he spoke. "I saw myself as I slaughtered the Tuskens, as I viciously carved through entire armies of droids and Dark Jedi, as I murdered Dooku in cold blood." At this Padme gasped, she had no idea how Dooku was defeated, all she heard was Anakin had killed him. He continued, "With each act I became more and more monstrous, until I was completely encased in darkness, a machine in a fearsome suit, with a hollow voice. I knelt before a cloaked figure, and began to slaughter the Jedi, the younglings,..." at this point the tears came again, just as vigorous as before.
Padme moved toward him, hating to see him so torn, and terrified of what this dream meant. Finally working through his tears, Anakin finished. "And right before I woke up I...I...killed you." Padme froze, looking at him with wide eyes. She relaxed, and grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. "Listen Anakin, you are a good man, and I don't believe for a second you would kill a child, or me."
Anakin sighed, looking out at the lights and bustle of Coruscant. "I can't take the chance Padme, I refuse to let this happen because I just dismissed it. The truth is, I have the potential to become a monster, and there is only one Jedi who can help me overcome it." Padme looked at him questioningly, wondering who he was talking about.
The next morning Anakin made his way through the halls of the Temple, heading towards the quarters of a Jedi who he had never before sought out, one who he respected greatly. He knew this was risky, he had no idea what their reaction would be to his confession. He wasn't trusted by very many Jedi, in fact only Obi-Wan truly trusted him, and that had taken ten years and a war. Reaching his destination he sighed, bracing himself. He knocked on the door, and hearing "Come in.", stepped inside. "Master Windu, I need your help.
TBC...