"You're sure?" she asked. Her face was masked by the darkness, but Anakin could still see the worried look crease her face.
He would usually smirk, but right now, he was worried too. "We have to. Well, I have to."
"Well," Padme` said, suddenly standing. "Go tomorrow."
He half-expected her to say something else, but instead she kissed his cheek and then went into her room.
"Well," he said slyly. "You're coming too. They won't believe me."
Her gorgeous face reappeared into his view. His heart skipped a beat, as usual. But this time, it was different.
They had a stare-down, as usual, and then she said, "You owe me. They already don't like me and now you lay this on them?"
"Yes," he said simply. A pillow was aimed at his head. He ducked expertly and then slumped on the couch, thinking about the future.
Tommorrow
The great glass window that was the Council chamber looked right out into the busy world of Coruscant.
But not anymore. The matnience crew had conveniently installed a huge new advertisement projector. As if the Jedi would be interested in meeting singles at the local bar.
This was good for Anakin, but only because of his plan. Well, it was more Padme`'s then his.
Obi-Wan, Mace, and Yoda were sitting together in the chamber, meditating.
Obi-Wan opened one electric blue eye and peered outside. The projector was flickering oddly. He looked around for another one, located only a few feet away. This one too, was flickering.
"Masters," he said. The two Jedi awoke from their half-sleep. "Look."
All three Jedi focused on the ads outside.
"Is…..that….Anakin?" Obi-Wan sputtered.
"Quiet!" Yoda ordered. "I mean, silence please."
Anakin said something.
"We can't hear him!" Mace said worriedly. He cut a small hole in the window and listened.
He was saying, "….this is working right?"
Another, muffled voice answered, "Yes, I think so."
He laughed loudly, too loud and too happy for his usual self, "Well come on, come on."
The owner of the flowing, beautiful voice took her place under Anakin's arm.
"Why, hello there Coruscant. Hello Senators, Jedi. It's me, Anakin Skywalker." He paused. A few other Jedi ran into the Council chamber and were quickly silenced by Obi-Wan.
"Now, I would like to introduce to you." Another pause. "My wife." The Jedi held their breath. Obi-Wan choked. "Senator, er probably former Senator now."
"Don't give them any ideas," she said, slapping him. He flinched, but smiled.
"Padme` Amidala!" he announced dramatically. "We'll wait for the applause. And wedding gifts. We've been expecting those for about three years now."
"Thank you, Master Subtle. I don't remember that being part of the plan," Padme` said in false annoyance.
"Hmm, well I'd say it went rather well. I'd love to see the look on ol' Windu's face right now. Haha!"
Suddenly, the projector was filled with Anakin's face, "Is this thing still on?"
"Uh, yeah," Ahsoka's voice filled the room now.
Anakin backed up, face bright red, "Well, uh, you can send those wedding presents to Padme`'s apartment, since I'll probably be kicked out of mine. May the Force be with you….I guess."
The projector went back to telling the Jedi about half-off at Sam's Speeders. Obi-Wan's jaw dropped, Yoda's cane fell to the ground and he clutched his heart.
Mace was muttering, "That fool. Oh, he'll see."
The door suddenly burst open. The Jedi turned. Anakin grinned.