Notes before story: Takes place years after Return of the Sith, and obviously Padme is alive and well, but without one of her twins. Read on... and review if you like.
Disclaimer: Don't own Star Wars characters, but I own all my ideas.
Dreamer
"Where are you going?" Padme was in her blue nightgown and her face was surrounded by thick curls of hair. "Anakin?"
Her voice stopped him cold in his path to the door of their apartment. He looked back at his wife and gave a humorless smile that kept his mouth in a tight line.
"I'm going to get my son back."
Her hand flew to her mouth, her lips losing control and shuddering. Tears threatened to pour out of her sad chocolate colored eyes. Quietly, she said, "Anakin, our son died at birth. I saw him, and Obi-Wan-" she couldn't finish, her arms flapped to her side uselessly. Tears came unbidden.
He watched his wife and could almost see the memories reflecting from her mind because of his sensitivity to her.
Padme found enoughof her calm to finish, "Obi-Wan held him, and he died Anakin." Her eyes hardened but she gave up trying to fool him on how she felt and instead her eyes turned pleadingly at him. "Don't listen to your dreams, Anakin, you'll just hurt us both."
"Padme-"
But she ran into his arms and he softened, gently holding her as she sobbed into his shoulder with the ache of a woman who had lost their child.
Closing his own eyes he gathered the force and spread it like a warm blanket over her and she sighed, her breathing no longer heaving in pained sobs but deepening.
Asleep, he put her onto the couch and covered her up; with on last look at his love he disappeared out the door, striding undetected into the docking bay.
Picking out a small fighter, Anakin began strapping into the cockpit before he noticed a familiar blue and white hull lodged in the wing of the ship.
His face split into a grin as he recognized the droid. "Good to see you, R2."
The little droid adjusted itself so its eye was on Anakin, who-as he scanned him, --looked a little older than the last time he had seen him and it surprised the droid how much he hadn't changed. R2 hooted in greeting.
The computer Anakin was working with lit up with words, translating the droid's speech for him. As he glanced at it he was already turning the ship in a sharp half circle and the docking bay's doors opened up to the dark infinity of space. "I don't know where 3P0 went-I suppose he's on a dangerous mission with the captain?"
They both knew that was an outrageous possibility and as Anakin laughed, R2 added a few bleeps of his own.
Handling the ship was surprisingly easy he found and the ship smoothly left from the mother ship, hekept on manual and R2 kept on checking the systems when he asked. Anakin found their ship was quite different from its earlier models-in more ways than one, which he took advantage of by performing an almost impossible dive, the controls under his hands vibrating violently under the strain.
With inborn talent, he flipped the ship right side up and they took up their course once again to one of the star systems farthest from the Rim Worlds and Coruscant.