Thank you for the reviews. I'm glad everyone liked it. I finally got back to sweet civilization and I can update! I was over my grandma's house for the week and when I posted the first chap we were at a bookstore so I put it up.

Okay, so not much this chapter. It's getting certain things establish particularly Ahsoka beginning to battle with her feelings about everything. It seems a little unreasonable sometimes, but it's meant to be that way. It may seem slow, but I really don't want to rush to the end. It has to progress the right way so Ahsoka's turn seems believable. And I really hope I got Padmé's characterization right. I'm sure I did near the end, but I worried about this chapter. I guess it's okay. Let me know. Hope you Enjoy. R&R.

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Chapter Two

Ahsoka waited for her master to walk through the door. She sensed he would come to see her before he ran off to spend the night with what she assumed to be his lover. She wasn't disappointed. She sensed him before she entered the room.

"Long time no see Snips," he said smiling.

Ahsoka almost melted as he called her by the now endearing nickname. They rarely used the names anymore, but this was the occasion for it.

In a momentary lapse in her discipline, she ran up and hugged her master. She wanted to memorize his scent, feel him against her. When she realized what she was doing she let go and blushed.

"Sorry," she said.

"Missed me that much?" he asked raising an eyebrow with a wide smile.

"Well it has been a while hasn't it? I mean isn't there some kind of rule on how long a master and their padawan can be separated?" Ahsoka asked and then muttered, "They have a rule on practically everything else."

Anakin could relate. There were many things about the lifestyle of the jedi that he didn't agree with, but it wasn't wise to talk about these disagreements in the temple, especially with his padawan. The council already thought he was a bad influence on her.

"While I agree with you on that, here is not the place to talk about that unfortunately. I swear Master Yoda has a knack for knowing too much and I don't mean through the force," Anakin said jokingly.

"Then let's go somewhere we can," Ahsoka said hopefully. Come on, she thought. Forget about that senator and spend some time with me. Your padawan.

"Sorry Ahsoka," he said. "I have some errands to run and I don't think the council would appreciate me taking you with me when you could be her practicing your meditation."

Ahsoka groaned, while inside she fumed. Yeah. The council wouldn't appreciate him taking her to see his wife. She sighed and fought to keep the feelings of rejection out her tone saying, "Yes master."

Anakin started to walk away and then stopped frowning. "Are you alright Ahsoka?"

Ahsoka perked herself up immediately. "Of course master. Why wouldn't I be? I'm fine."

Anakin wasn't sure what it was but something was off about Ahsoka. He'd force it out of her later. It was probably something one of the other padawans had done to her. For some reason though, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was something else… He couldn't dwell on it though. He had promised Padmé that he'd be back as soon as he checked on Ahsoka.

He left and Ahsoka sighed. Maybe some meditation wasn't such a bad idea. Hopefully it would help quell her anger.

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Anakin happily greeted his wife when he arrived at her apartment. She led him inside to sit on the couch.

"Dinner should be done soon. I'm sure you're hungry after being away for six months."

"You're right. I am hungry, but not necessarily for food," Anakin said as he started to kiss her.

Padmé wanted to let herself melt on the spot. She needed this. She hadn't had his touch for six months, but if she could go that long, she could wait a little longer. While she knew that they both had a need to be intimate with each other after so long, she also had to make sure her husband's other needs were taken care of, even if it mean waiting a little while longer.

"Anakin wait," she said pulling back with a smile. "You should relax. Rest. Have dinner. We have all night."

Anakin pulled her back. "I don't care. I want you now," he said. "Besides, you're one to talk about rest and relaxing. How long has it been since you've had a vacation Senator?"

"There will be enough time for rest when the baby comes," she said. "I'll have to take leave to take care of the baby if I'm not forced to resign anyway. I have to do all the work that I can before it comes, to end this war so that-."

Anakin cut her off by kissing her.

"Shh," he said and Padmé gave in. Forget their other needs. This one was more pressing anyway. Those were her last thoughts before her mind was clouded and fogged by passion and desire.

Later after their love making and dinner, Anakin's thoughts returned to the events of the day. Not just, the unsettling feeling he got from Palpatine today, but Ahsoka too. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He shrugged the feelings away and followed his wife to bed. Maybe sleep would help him. It didn't.

Padmé was lying on the ground and Anakin knelt next to her. They were on a fire planet. It was hot and humid making it hard to breathe. He felt for a pulse and was relieved to find one. She was just unconscious. He turned to a shadowy figure and even though it was a dream, the feelings of pain, hurt, betrayal, and above all shock and denial felt real.

"Why would you do this?"

"Anakin," the person said. It was obviously a woman's voice, a voice he thought he should recognize but it was distorted by the power of the dark side. "Forget about her. She's a senator. Corrupt like all the rest. They were plotting against the republic, everything you fought for. If she really loved you, she wouldn't have done that. Don't you see? All I've done I've done for you."

"You've done this," he said disbelieving, "for me? You destroyed the republic, killed the jedi, tried to kill my wife, and worst of all buried Ahsoka, my padawan, alive? You're trying to destroy my life and it's all for me?"

"But I-."

"I don't want to hear it," Anakin spat.

"You don't need them. They were holding you back. Embrace the dark side and we can rule the galaxy, together. We can rebuild the jedi if that's what you want, but not the narrow minded emotionless robots that the code wanted us to be."

Anakin shook his head. "This isn't the way to do it. Maybe we could have done that before, but you've just proven that maybe they were right. Maybe-."

An almost inhuman growl escaped her throat. "So you'll betray me again now. First with that senator and now this."

"What are you talking about?"

"I loved you Anakin," she growled. "I'm trying to give you everything and you reject it because of that whore!"

Anakin got over his shock and stood up. "How dare you call her that? Don't bring Padmé into this. It has nothing to do with her."

"It had everything to do with her. But that's fine. If I can't have you then I'll kill you and nobody will have you." The shadowy woman brought up a light saber and struck.

Anakin woke up in a cold sweat panting. His arm raised as though he were holding a light saber and about to block the woman's attack. He put his hand down and turned to check on Padmé. It had all been so real. He got out of bed and but a robe on to cover his bare chest and went to the living room.

He sat down on the arm of the couch and contemplated his dream. Who was that woman?

"Ani," Padmé said coming over to him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said.

She sighed. "How long is it going to take for us to start being honest with each other?"

He sighed. "I had a dream. It was kind of like the ones about my mother, but no one died. Well they did but…"

"Ani," Padmé said softly. "Tell me."

"There was a woman and I feel like I should know her but I can't put my fingers on it. Anyway, she hurt you Padmé. You were lying on the ground. I thought you were dead. But you weren't. Just unconscious. But there was this woman. I think she was a Sith and she was trying to make me turn to the dark side," Anakin started.

Padmé began to rub his arm, urging him to continue.

"And she had killed the jedi, killed Ahsoka, destroyed to republic, and tried to kill you," Anakin said. "But the thing is she did it all in the name of loving me. She destroyed my life because she loved me. And when I said no, she said she'd kill me."

Padmé frowned. "How could someone do that?" she asked.

"I don't know, but force Padmé. You, the baby, Ahsoka, Obi-wan… You all are the only life I have. Without any of you," Anakin said fearfully.

"Ani. It was just a dream. We don't know if it's the future or not," Padmé muttered.

"But it felt so real. I won't let this dream come true Padmé. I can't," he said as tears fell down his cheek.

Padmé pulled him to her and held him. There were no words to comfort him right now. It was all she could do.

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Ahsoka groaned muttering obscenities in her native language. To hell with meditation, to hell with sleep, and to hell with the jedi code. How dare her master abandon her to be with that Senator? She was his padawan. That was the closest bond a Jedi was supposed to have and it could have been more if he hadn't gone to be with that senator. What did Senator Amidala have that she didn't? In fact, Ahsoka had more if she thought about it. Senator Amidala wasn't even force sensitive. Ahsoka and her master could connect in a way that he never could with the senator of Naboo.

Ahsoka crossed her arms and muttered more obscenities under her breath in frustration. She should have been letting this go into the force. The force would guide her. Perhaps Anakin wasn't meant for her. She had chosen the life of a Jedi, but something was nagging at her, influencing her to do otherwise. No she hadn't chosen the life of a jedi. She didn't have a choice. A Jedi Master found her and brought her to the temple. Being a child, she had no idea everything she would be sacrificing. Ahsoka shook her head. She couldn't think things like that. If she hadn't been brought to the temple, she wouldn't have met Anakin and she could very well be suffering the same way the rest of her people were back on her home world… But still, she had been denied the choice.

Ahsoka fell into bed. Forget it all. Maybe if she went to sleep, her mind would be clearer the next morning and she could figure out what to do…

Meanwhile, Palpatine smiled. He could feel the conflicting emotions of the young Togruta. Yes. This would work out. Everything was going according to plan.

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Author's note: I really contemplated if I wanted that scene in the dream to happen on Mustafar because the question was, How would Padmé get there with the way I plan this story? I figured it out eventually, but you'll just have to wait and see how it all comes out. Hope you liked. Review please