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Chapter Two

"The light side can save you, Anakin! And we can save her!" Obi-Wan yelled again, trying to drive his point home. While Anakin had disengaged his lightsaber, his face still held the resentment he fought with not long ago.

Obi-Wan's lightsaber was still ignited, its blue glow illuminating his face. He could tell Anakin was still unsure of his loyalties. He needed one final push.

"Qui-Gon and your mother believed you were the Chosen One, Anakin. Padmé believes it…and I still believe it. You're like blood to me. Release your anger. Release your hate. You can still save them!"

Anakin felt the anger slowly leave his body. Padmé still loved him. Obi-Wan still loved him…even after what he'd done. He was the Chosen One. And what if Obi-Wan was saying was true, there was still a change that Padmé and their unborn child would survive.

Obi-Wan saw the anger leave his apprentice's eyes. He felt an enormous pressure leave his body; he had succeeded. Disengaging his lightsaber, Obi-Wan placed a hand on Anakin's back.

"Let's go find her, young padawan." And Anakin didn't object, even though he wasn't a Padawan any longer.

"Oh dear Artoo, I do hope Mistress Padmé will be alright."

The droids had been working on a way to get Padmé safely back onto the ship. It had only been a few moments since her collapse, but they knew that her life was only hanging on by a balance.

In his rage, Anakin had Force-choked Padmé. She had collapsed and both droids were fearful for her life. Being pregnant and nearing her due date, Padmé was in the worst possible state.

A series of beeps managed to annoy Threepio.

"I already know that, Artoo! Instead of lecturing me, why don't you try helping for a change!" Threepio bent down over Padmé while Artoo whistled and turned towards the ship.

While Threepio was beginning to lift Padme's head up, she briefly opened her eyes.

"Anakin…" she softly moaned. Controlling her breath, she took in her surroundings. "Ani…"

It was at that moment that an eerie feeling passed over her. Staring over her she took in the golden face of her droid.

"Mistress Padmé, you're awake!" Then suddenly, a loud shattering noise struck the air. Padmé closed her eyes and shielded her face with her hand with what little energy she could muster. Opening her eyes yet again, her golden droid was replaced with a strange and twisted face…