Anakin Skywalker was bored.
It was ironic, in ways. He was the greatest- the most powerful, at least- Jedi, and yet he could still be as bored as a Padawan?
He sat up from his sleep-couch, where he had been lying in hope of getting some rest. It was impossible, despite the ship he was in: The Dalek-Class ships were known to be some of the best, but before now he'd never had a chance to fly one.
I guess the Council wanted me to have the chance to before Ventress kills me, he thought, his usual optimistic face slipping.
He shook his head to clear the pessimistic thought away. The Chosen One. You are the Chosen One, who was destined to rise! Failure is impossible. In the back of his mind he knew that he was being overconfident, but the rest of his mind really didn't care.
His boredom growing, Anakin probed his bond with his Padawan to see where she was. A small smile came to his lips as he sensed that Ahsoka was at least as bored as he. He had stood to see if she could use some lecturing when his com-link beeped.
His blood turned to ice upon seeing the number displayed there: 500-TAR-DIS. That was Padme's private code! Something must have happened; she'd never contact him otherwise while he was on a mission…
He composed himself using Jedi techniques. He knew better than to jump to conclusions! Anakin calmly opened up the hologram. "General Anakin Skywalker," he said by way of greeting. He knew that there was a good chance that Padme was with someone else, and he wouldn't risk spilling their secret just because he greeted her too strongly.
"Relax, Anakin, I'm alone." The Chosen One allowed himself a smile at that.
"You read my mind. Are you sure that you aren't Force-Sensitive?"
She gave a slight smile. "Actually, I'm starting to wonder that myself. I don't know why, but I just got a strange urge to call you from out of nowhere! Is anything wrong?"
His smile had been replaced with a worried frown. "No, we're still on the ship. I hope it's not a premonition…" Anakin's voice trailed off, more worried about his lover than himself. Would this be the last time that they spoke?
She shrugged. "Well, you know how low my midi-chlorian count is,-" four thousand and eighty "-so you really shouldn't worry too much." She fell silent; it was obvious that she didn't believe her own words.
At first the lack of sound was awkward, but it quickly turned into a silence typical of lovers: One where the two were staring deep into each other's eyes; one where there was no doubts that the other loved them.
Padme broke the silence. "I thought married couples were supposed to be able to see each other," she teased.
That brought a slight smile to his face, and he was about to respond with an equally joking comment when he caught a shift in the training bond belonging to Ahsoka and him: She felt surprise, then fear, and then he was blocked from the bond altogether.
Probing slightly outwards with the Force he felt another life-form. He knew instantly that it was Ahsoka.
He didn't show that he knew that she was there; he felt numb with shock so it wasn't hard.
"Angel, you knew when we took our vows that we'd be apart often. If I could see you more, you know I would."
Oblivious to his current situation, Padme smiled. "True, but you don't know how many nightmares I've had about you and your padawan's relationship going further than that of Master and apprentice." The Chosen One sensed Ahsoka leave from where she had been watching.
He chuckled, despite the present events. "Angel, I swear by the Force that that will not happen." They proceeded to make small talk.
"Goodbye, Angel of Mine. I promise you, this will not be the last time that we speak."
Padme looked at him, utter trust and devotion in her eyes. "If anyone can keep that promise, you can."
He ended the transmission there, and went to meditate and think about the recent events.
A/n: I don't know when the next chapter of this will be up; it's number one on my mental update list but I could lose power because my area is supposed to be hit by a blizzard, so updates could be random.