I miss him.

It was the only thought in her head. It had been that way since he had left. Why this time though? Was it the pregnancy? Or was there something wrong? She didn't usually miss him like this.

"Miss Padmé? You have a visitor." Threepio's fussy voice broke into her thoughts and she started slightly.

"Who is it Threepio?" She glanced down at her stomach; it was obvious. She had hidden her pregnancy for so long, but this gown was comfortable, not one designed to hide her condition.

"Jedi Master Kenobi." Obi-Wan? What was he doing here?

"Very well. I'll see him."

She had considered telling Obi-Wan about her pregnancy, but Anakin had said they shouldn't. He wasn't here now, he was on Mustafar, and hopefully he was alright. Force, how she missed him.

"Obi-Wan!" She smiled and moved forwards to greet her friend.

"Padmé! It's good to see you." There was something different in Obi-Wan that Padmé couldn't quite put her finger on. He seemed tired and sad, yet agitated and uncomfortable at the same time. "I need to find Anakin. When was the last time you saw him?"

"Yesterday." She was afraid now. What was wrong that Obi-Wan was looking for Anakin?

Why couldn't he find him without asking her?

"Do you know where he is?"

"No" Why did she feel the need to lie? Obi-Wan was her friend, wasn't he? He was Anakin's friend, wasn't he?

"Padmé, I need your help. He is in grave danger?"

Danger! Alarm bells were screaming in her head. She could barely think.

"From the Sith?"

Obi-Wan paused, swallowed. What was he afraid to tell her? What had happened?

Was Anakin alright?

"From himself." Obi-Wan paused again, whatever it was he had come to tell her, he was about to tell her. She was afraid and suddenly glad she had lied, though Obi-Wan had apparently sensed the lie. He put his hand on her shoulder, but she felt no comfort from the gesture, "Padmé, Anakin has turned to the Dark side."

NO!

"You're wrong! How can you even say that?" Why did her voice sound so hollow? Why wasn't she laughing as if it were some poor joke? Why was she so afraid?

"I have seen," Obi-Wan walked past her, no longer looking at her, she span on the spot watching him; tears gathering in her eyes. "A security Hologram of him ... killing younglings." Obi-Wan's voice shook slightly as he finished, but not as much as Padmé's as she spoke words she desperately wanted to believe, but couldn't.

"Not Anakin" The words did little to comfort her and her next words were spoken at a whisper as she tried to control the tears behind her eyes. "He couldn't"

"He was deceived by a lie, we all were!" Obi-Wan turned back to face her, his eyes telling her how empty her words were. "It appears the Chancellor was behind everything! Even the war!"
The war? How could that be? Palpatine was on their side! "Palpatine is the Sith Lord we've been looking for."
The Sith that the Chosen One was supposed to destroy. "After the death of Count Dooku Anakin became his new apprentice"

That long ago? She had lost him that long ago? No! She had not lost him! Anakin would never turn to the Dark side!
"I don't believe you!" She turned away, towards the sofa; she didn't feel well enough to stand anymore. "I can't." Again the whisper was to convince herself. But the whisper was the truth! Anakin loved her! He would come back; he always came back!

Obi-Wan moved over and sat on the sofa beside her. "Padmé, I must find him!"

She couldn't think; her thoughts were so loud. He couldn't, he couldn't. The japor necklace he had given her so long ago was heavy around her neck.

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" Ice. There was ice in her heart. She was terrified. She was alone.

"He has become a very great threat"

No. He's still Anakin. He's still my Anakin. "I can't"

Obi-Wan stood and turned to leave. My Anakin. The thought echoed through her mind. "Anakin's the father. Isn't he?" Obi-Wan's kind voice needed no reply and she cast her head down, tears finally sliding down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." Then he was gone.