Disclaimer: All George's creation, none of the characters are mine.

The raspy breathing filled up the room as the man in the black suit swung his light saber at the sandy haired man. The boy, he corrected himself, for he looked barely over 20. He cornered the boy and cut off his hand. The boy began crawling away from him on a narrow pipe.

"Join me, and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destruction and conflict and bring order to the galaxy." the man in black said.
"I'll never join you!" The boy yelled, clinging to a pole for support.
"If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father," the man in black said slowly.

"He told me enough," the boy hissed. "He told me you killed him."

"No. I am your father," the man in black said. As the boy yelled, Anakin jerked awake in a cold sweat.

He gasped for air, trying not to cry out. He glanced at Padme, who was still soundly sleeping next to him. He slid out of bed, trying to make as little noise as possible, and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a cup and filled it with water.

"Who were those people?" Anakin wondered to himself as he took a sip.

"I think you know who they were," a small voice inside his head said, the same voice that told him to kill the sand people when he found they had tortured his mother. The voice enjoyed showing up when it wasn't wanted, always pushing him over the edge into something he would later realize was a bad decision. "Hm, a sandy haired boy with blue eyes," the voice continued, "the son of a great Sith lord. One who used to be very close to Obi-Wan Kenobi, so perhaps once a Jedi. Does it take that much to connect the dots? Is your wife not pregnant?"

"I would never go to the dark side. It would kill her," Anakin reasoned.

"Ah, but those dreams you've been having about her dying in childbirth. You believe them, no? Palpatine told you he knew how to save her, which involved powers the Jedi could only dream of. Do you truly believe that does not sound like the dark side? It's the only way you can save her."
"Ani?" Padme said as she walked into the kitchen. She was alarmed at how pale he was. "Anakin? Are you okay?" she said again after he did not answer.
"Wha-oh, I'm fine, Padme," he said as he was shaken from his reverie.
"You look like you've seen a ghost. Tell me what's wrong," she said as she walked up to him and put her arms around his neck.

"It's nothing, just a dream. Go back to sleep, I'll be there in a moment," he said and then kissed her. She looked up at him for a long time, a slightly sad expression on her face. She finally said, "Okay, if you need to talk I'm always here," and walked away.

He watched her go as he went back to his thoughts.

"But what if I can't save her?" He thought. "If the dark side can save her, isn't it all worth it? No, it wasn't." He had just seen what the dark side would do to him and what he would do to his son. But then the voice came back, "But it is the only way. You could defeat Palpatine, and you and Padme could rule the galaxy." He ignored the voice. If he could do that to his own son, he couldn't imagine what he would do to Padme. He would go to Obi-Wan in the morning, who was back in Coruscant for a little while after killing Grievous. He would discuss it with him, maybe even tell him about him and Padme, but that was a big maybe.

"He'll just blame you," the voice insisted. "He'll abandon you, sell you out to the other Jedi. You know how they all feel about attachment, they'll kick you out. Then what will you do?" Maybe he didn't need to tell Obi-Wan all the details. But he knew he needed to talk to him and sort at least the dream he just had out.