A BIG thank you to all those who reviewed! Here's chapter two; it takes place a day before the first chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: As always, Star Wars does not belong to me. No copyright infringment intended.

The Day Before.

There's no coffee. Can you believe it? No coffee! And I like coffee! I often spend a lot of my time searching the Jedi Temple in search of some. To no avail of course, but all the same; just the thought of that heavenly liquid lifts my spirits. I happened to be on one of those infamous coffee endeavours when I accidentally came across something that I would've preferred to have let my consciousness absently miss. But, it didn't. So, as well as being starved of some much needed caffeine, I had to sit through the constant re-runs of the memory that incessantly floated through my mind. Of Anakin. And Padme. Snogging.

My thoughts were swirling uncontrollably inside my head. I'd had a long day and I was tired; no surprise really, what with the severe lack of hot drinks (a.k.a coffee) that were provided in the cafeteria. So, not wishing to retire early to my quarters, I'd set out in a frantic search for a decent beverage. Clicking my tongue, I rounded the corner that led to the East Wing.

"Shh!"

I froze, my hand instinctively travelling to the lightsaber at my waist. The East Wing was always empty at this time of day; the Temple's inhabitants consistently spent their evenings in the dining hall before returning to their chambers for some hard earned rest. But she had definitely heard something, not to mention a disturbance in the Force.

A girly laugh echoed through the silence. It sounded like...Padme? I stifled a gasp, and edged forwards, my feet silent on the even floor. What was she doing down here?

"Shh!" The same, uncannily familiar, masculine voice resonated in my ears, "Ever heard of the words 'shut up'?" He laughed. I knew that laugh...Anakin! Anakin and Padme? I finally reached the corner that hid me from sight and pressed myself against the cold, hard wall at my back, as my face fell helpfully into the shadows.

"Yes, I have actually. You use those two words quite often." She giggled, her words slurred. It seemed the do-gooder senator had got her hands on some alcohol. How interesting...

"You're beautiful, y'know that?" Anakin's voice had dropped considerably. It sounded... seductive; a frenzied chill ran down my spine. Padme didn't answer. The silence pounded at my eardrums. I stood, frozen, my ears straining to hear something; anything. And then I couldn't bare it any longer. I poked my head around the corner. And then I saw it. They were...kissing! My mouth dropped open and I stared, unable to comprehend the sudden rush of jealousy that flooded my innards.

After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart. But before I could retreat, Anakin's gaze had fallen upon mine, and we stood there, locked in time. I blinked, and then I ran.

I shuddered at the memory, a sudden wave of envy crashing through my body. Was it weird that I felt so possessive of my Master? That I actually felt jealous of Padme? Meh. Perhaps it was just a hormone thing. That's what I usually blamed my odd attraction on. After all, what I felt for Anakin was so..wrong. So, what else could it be other than hormones? Well, I could actually be "in" love with him... But, no. Not even I would be that stupid.

...

Would I?

Review? The poor lil' button's lonely... :P