((A/N: For those of you who didn't understand the title, or the summary box for that matter, this is an (extremely)AU story! Meaning it's not going to follow G. Lucas' plot line entirely. Remember: this is a Prologue which means Han and Leia will come in to action later. So now that we have that problem out of the way...))

Pain, so much…pain.

She heard the voices shouting to her and around her. At the moment all her senses were screaming in surrender. She could smell the blood coming from her abdomen, she could taste the sweat on her lips, could hear comforting voices that were being drowned out by screams an blaster fire, she could feel were her wound was but her hand covering very little of it, she could even see a stricken person looking down at her and glancing up every few seconds, he or she was pressing on her wound, over the large gash that rested over her children…

Chancellor Palpatine had requested to see both Anakin and herself, which was odd, but at least she could spend some time with her husband, even if it was in front of the Chancellor, she had very little chance to be with him in this war.

But everything changed when he walked them to the transport shuttle. They'd been talking, joking really, when he had announced it. That he, her friend, her mentor, was a Sith, no the Sith! Then calmly, CALMLY, told them to join him. Why? To protect their baby, no wait, he said babies, as in two.

They didn't though, that was when the pain started. He'd run her through, not all the way, but enough. Red; she'd never seen a red lightsaber before. She wished she never had. Then there was that awful confusion were people began screaming and no one cared for the first victim, or any victim actually.

That wasn't the case though, which was odd. Usually the first victim died, then all the others were saved, but she highly doubted that with Anakin and Palp- no what'd he called himself? Darth Sidious? Yes that was it, but she highly doubted that with her husband and the Chancellor fighting, anybody, except themselves, would get hurt.

She was shaking now, he heart started beating faster, and her breathing was in gasps. She was probably stark white, but she couldn't see anywhere but up. She had to tell. Her secret, their secret, she had to tell it, no for her sake but the babys'.

She tried to talk, but her voice came out in tiny, rasping noises. Her protector looked down at her and came closer to her face. Her eyes focused, and she could feel a faint smile tug on her lips. Mon Mothma.

"Mon," she choked out, her throat burning.

"Padmé don't talk, save your strength," she whispered, voice strangely audible among the screams and blaster fire, "Bail called for an emergency medical transport."

"Where is he?" If Bail went for a medical transport, why wasn't he here?

"He's fighting along Skywalker. Padmé were on the outskirts of a battle." She whispered still, her eye holding a fearful look Padmé thought she'd never see.

"If I die," she started.

"You won't." Mon Mothma's voice was slightly harsh, as if saying it out loud made it completely true.

"I said if, it's a perfectly logical statement really." The smile now making an appearance on her face, humor in her eyes.

"Only in the face of danger, would someone as crazy as you say that," Mon smiled back, shaking her head.

"Mon if I die, tell the medics that the children have a father. Tell them to keep them save until he can come for them. Make sure you tell them his name." Padmé relived her wedding day inside of her head, her smile becoming broader.

"Whose name do I give them?" Her face was blank; Padmé knew the rumors that were flying about her pregnancy: what the baby was, the due date, and who the father was.

But her smile just kept growing, "Anakin's. You give them Anakin's name."

"Skywalker?" It was obvious that wasn't the kind of name she was expecting.

"Anakin and I… we're married. I love him; please Mon, if I die. Promise me…"

"I promise Padmé… where is your ring?" What?

"It's… it's in my bag." Her mind was reeling, why did Mon care about that?

"It'll bring you luck," she said, pushing the ring onto her left ring finger.

"I hope so…"

Padmé's vision finally faded.

Anakin had enough. Enough of the senators, Padmé's family and Jedi going back and forth on the (stupid) Jedi Code. He wasn't paying attention to their fight; Padmé would've said debate, but that was sugarcoating it and putting it nicely.

Yet here he was, in a place where he'd never hoped to be, Padmé's recovery room. It had ten grueling hours, but he had not slept and had refused treatment, just so he could stay and watch over Padmé's surgery. Even Obi-Wan had refused treatment to stay and support him; it boosted his confidence in his master when he didn't get involved with the fight, and when he pointed out that they were almost finished with Padmé's surgery.

He knew he was going to be sick, seven times to be honest. But he hadn't expected to see an emergency delivery. His child, no, children, were just starting their last trimester; one of them had been pronounced healthy, but the other had been taken away so quickly that he hoped that the infant was still alive.

"Anakin Skywalker?"

He slowly dragged his eyes away from Padmé, not really wanting to look up at his addresser. He now saw a very alarmed looking nurse, her eyes flickering between the arguing factions. He rose and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"What did you need?" He asked; he hoped it didn't have to do with Padmé.

"Well sir, we…since today is technically the day your children were born, we need you to give them names." She said still casting worried glances at the others.

"Cool! Com'mon Uncle Ani, lets go see them." Anakin looked down to see Pooja, his youngest niece holding his (robotic) hand.

"A wonderful idea! We can see whom they resemble more," Obi-Wan said, clapping him on the back.

"Um…" the nurse whispered, Anakin felt a feeling of pity surrounding her.

"Um what?" Ryoo, his older nice asked, hoping off her chair.

"Mister Skywalker, I'm sorry, they took your daughter to intensive care during the surgery, we haven't received any reports on her yet."

Anakin couldn't move, his heart was torn between elation and horror. On the up side he'd been right, they were having a girl; bad side was that he didn't know her whereabouts or condition.

"You can still go to the nursery though," she added quickly, noting the look on Anakin's face, "it would probably be better if all of you went, the P.A. is coming to check all of Mrs. Amidala-Skywalker's vitals and to change her I.V."

Anakin, though still a bit shell shocked, nodded his agreement and left the room, holding his nieces' hands.

"Oohh, Uncle Ani, he looks so cute." Pooja said looking through the transparisteel.

"And he's sooooo small, Uncle Ani." Ryoo added, looking at the only white bundle in the nursery.

"Yeah UncleAni, he looks just like you." Anakin heard Obi-Wan tease.

"Mommy, why can't we see the other one, I want to know what she looks like too."

Anakin glanced over to Sola Naberrie, as she picked up Pooja.

"Well sweetie, you remember that bad man, who hurt Aunt Padmé? Well he hurt the little girl-"

"Leia," Anakin interrupted, "her name is Leia, and that one is Luke."

"Luke and Leia?" Padmé looked questioningly at Anakin, whose smile had deflated somewhat.

"They're not bad names Anakin, I just…wouldn't have picked those." Padmé tilled her head down a little to look at Luke, "he looks just like you."

Luke cooed and giggled in her arms, paying no attention to the other sleeping residents in the recovery room.

"Only you would bring an army Anakin."

"Nah, they just wanted to see the baby… how are you feeling Angel?"

"I'm fine the doctor said I should be able to leave soon. But what happened to Leia?"

Anakin looked away from her and started talking to the wall, "I went down to the intensive care unit and asked to see Leia. Everyone was really mad… I gave them the slip. I just wanted to see her, to know she's okay."

"And was she?"

"Yes and no. She's slightly underweight, but all her vitals and stuff are fully developed, so they classified her as healthy, but…" Anakin sighed, how was he supposed to say this?

"When I asked to hold her they said no. They think that she might've contracted an infection or a virus. I didn't even get to see what she looked like."

"I'm sorry Anakin."

"They said that her testing shouldn't take long."

Padmé nodded, "so when do we get to see her?"

"They said sometime tomorrow night."

"That's wonderful Ani! Oh, Luke, did you hear? Leia will be back wit us soon, you're her big bro-ter, did you know dat? Did you?"

Anakin shook his head smiling; he never thought he'd hear his wife use a baby voice. It was wonderful, especially since it got Luke to giggle more. He stroked Luke's hair until he feel asleep.

"Hey Padmé?"

"Yes Anakin?"

"About the whole gender thing. I'd like to say, I told you so…"

Bail Organa rounded the corner and headed to the nursery in one of Coruscant's hospitals. It wasn't in the best area of Coruscant, but it did have the highest survival rate of emergency victims. On of his closest friends in the Senate, Padmé Amidala, was brought her to have her children and to recover from her attack from the ex-Chancellor.

Bail greeted the departing Naberrie family, all of who looked strangely somber. He frowned slightly, but shook it off, they were probably still getting used to having Anakin in the family.

He met with the nurse and she led him away to the back part of the nursery; here was where he would bring the transport staff to pick up any adopted children, infant or older, to Alderaan. He noticed however that a doctor was waiting there for him.

"Senator Organa, may I speak with you?" The doctor looked very tired.

"Of course sir, how can assist you?" He was lead toward the furthest back part of the nursery, where he was shown a tiny infant, a girl.

"We were contacted this morning that the girl's mother passed away three days ago. We understand that you and your wife have been considering adopting a young girl?"

"Yes, that right," Bail nodded, his hopes at finally having a family soaring.

"We were hoping that since, well… how do you say this?" the doctor muttered. "The child is supposed to be in her seventh month of development, which means that some complications may rise. We were hoping, however, that even though the child is slightly disfigured you and your wife would still consider taking her in."

"Being born a prematurely isn't a disfigurement, sir," Bail answered back.

"No, but this," he said pulling the blanket off the child, "this is."

Bail winced when he saw a horrendous scar trailing the poor girl's back. It started at her right shoulder went down her right side and tailed off at her hip. The baby turned though, now obviously awake.

He could feel his heart tear in two when he saw her eyes. They were brown, the same color as her hair, but shades darker. They were inviting, warm, and innocent. Her eyes widened as she came of her drug-induced sleep, fully aware that someone was looking at her.

He tilted his head to the side, pondering the small child. Then she tilted her head to mirror his. He smiled, she smiled, he narrowed his eyes, so did she.

"I'll take her." He said, bringing himself upright, scooping the tiny girl into his arms.

Bail arrived home later that evening, to find his wife waiting on the veranda.

"Bail your finally home," Breha said wrapping her arms around him.

"It took a little longer than I guessed, but someone wants to meet you," he bent down to his traveling case and to the infant-sized carrier that Breha hadn't seen.

"When I went to Coruscant the doctor showed her to me, her mother had died around three days earlier. She came into the nursery with this on her back."

He showed his wife the sleeping girl's scar, this time she didn't wake up.

"How?" Breha whispered, tracing the scar with her finger.

"The doctor didn't know, she was born in the emergency room, went to ICU, and then to the nursery. I'm guessing the mother was in a bad accident, she was born two to three months too early."

Breha was quite for a while as she stroked the baby's face.

"Padmé lost her little girl," Breha said slowly, "she had twins, one was a boy the other a girl. Her daughter died from a bad infection, they were testing her for it went she passed away; both of them were born before they should've been."

"Did they get to name her?"

Breha shook her head, "they gave the nurse the twin's names but when she called for the little girl, she'd already passed on. The boy's name is Luke…her's was supposed to be Leia."

"Leia." Bail tasted the word, it sounded strange, but in a good way.

The baby in his arms started wiggling, making small cooing noises. She smiled and Bail bounced her gently.

"I think she like the name," he smiled.

"You didn't name her yet?"

"I thought that was the mother's job."

Breha rolled her eyes, hefting the child away from her husband.

"Do you like that name? Hmm? Do you like Leia?" she asked teasing the babe with a finger.

Leia giggled and lifted her hands up to Breha, "I think she likes Leia."

"It sounds pretty," Bail added, "Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan, it sounds perfect."

"You have failed me, Lord Procer."

"I know sir."

"And who has the youngest Skywalker twin now? Perhaps we can somehow obtain her."

"My Lord Sidious, she has been adopted already. By the ruling family of Alderaan, the Organas."

"Then let us hope she can be easily swayed to the Dark Side. If not, the punishment shall lie with you… my new apprentice.

((A/N: Don't worry my fellow Han and Leia lovers! Like I said, 'this is the Prologue' so Han will come into play shortly. It is after all, their story.))

BTW: I accept all reviews, whether you like the story or just didn't care for it. I believe the term is called : constructive criticism.