Author's Note: Wow, thanks for all the reviews!

I have to warn you: several of the classic Star Wars characters will get killed during this story. I love them and I'm sure you do was well, but I'm gonna do it for the sake of the story.

Rating might change in further chapters do to extreme, completely unnecessary violence and some sassy dialogue.

This chapter is longer than the first, I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

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-Tanicia. Still 3 to 4 years go-

"So traveling solo, huh?" Padmé asked casually, leaning back on her chair.

"Yes. Again," Anakin replied, pouring more liquor in her glass. Padmé smiled.

"You're trying to get me drunk…" she accused playfully. Anakin shrugged.

"Can you blame me?" Padmé laughed and Anakin joined her, admiring her crazy, schoolgirl laugh. "So a political advisor," he commented. Padmé nodded and had another sip of her drink. "To whom?"

"Uh… Confidential."

"Really? I'll have to crack this one up if I wanna give you a surprise visit…" he implied, a teasing smile on his face. Padmé gave him an intriguing smile.

"How about you?"

"I have, uh… a security company. We offer security to all sorts of corporations, some politicians, high profile folks and such. We've been doing pretty good lately," he said.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, Anakin," she replied. They just looked at each other in silence, relishing in each other's company. The moment was interrupted when a droid approached their table with the menu pads.

"Good evening, welcome to Tanicia Terrace. May I take your order?" he greeted. Anakin took a quick glance at the menu and gave it back to the droid.

"I'll have the biggest, bloodiest steak you can find, please."

"Very well, sir. And the lady?" the droid asked, turning to Padmé. She was carefully inspecting each and every single one of the courses offered in the menu.

"Does the Alderaani salad come with Corelian dressing or Nubian dressing?" she asked.

"You can choose between both."

"Okay, I want three quarters of Corelian dressing with just a splash of Nubian, but not on the salad, I want them on the Espian meatballs and the Tanician spaghetti. And another one of these," she said, holding up her glass. The droid processed her order while Anakin tried to keep a straight face.

"I'll be right back with your orders," the droid assured, leaving the table. Padmé met Anakin's eyes and noticed the smile he was trying to hide.

"What?"

"I like a woman who knows what she wants," he said. Padmé laughed softly.

"Oh, I wouldn't hang on to that thought for too long…"

-Courascant. 3 to 4 years ago-

"You WHAT?" Obi Wan Kenobi asked in disbelief. He watched Anakin receiving a deafening blow from the full-contact droid and understood how he could've made such a stupid thing. He was brain damaged.

"I married her!" Anakin replied, dodging a blow and attacking with one of his own. His boxing glove hit the droid on the chest, forcing it to step back.

"Why would you do something like that? You barely know this woman! She could be a maniac for all you know!" Obi Wan proceeded.

"She's amazing," he paused and hit the droid once again, "she's gorgeous and sexy and makes funny noises when she sleeps. And she's complicated and neurotic and a total control freak and she loses it when you tell her to chill out… It takes her fifteen minutes to order from the menu and she's extremely clean. She's all over the place," he dodged another blow. "She's perfect—Ow!" he winced when a fist reached him.

Obi Wan grabbed his head and started pacing around the ring. "This is crazy… Absolutely crazy, I give this thing two—no, make that one month," he predicted.

"We've been married for three," Anakin pointed, and was unable to continue when the droid pinned him to the ring and started hitting his face as if its circuits depended on it.

"I have a bad feeling about this…"

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"You did what?" Sabé shrieked. Padmé covered her ears and shot her a hard glance.

"I married him," Padmé repeated, putting the skirt back on the hanger.

"You barely know this guy! He could be married and have another family or—or he could be a criminal or… or a politician," Sabé feared.

"He's not. He's a big time security businessman. And he's cute and messy and dorky and he bumps into everything when it's dark… He's the most adorable thing I've ever seen," she replied as she took a shirt and placed it in front of her, checking her reflection on the mirror.

"Oh, yeah? And what does Mr. Adorable have to say about your job?" her friend reminded. Padmé glanced at her, a hint of guilt in her eyes at having to lie to her own husband.

"I told him I'm a political advisor," she confessed. Sabé couldn't help to laugh.

"But you hate politicians."

"Well, he doesn't know that, does he?"

-Courascant. 3 to four years later-

Padmé and Anakin made their way into the large walk-in closet after an exhausting session with the marriage counselor. In complete silence they opened their individual drawers and withdrew their sleeping garments.

"How do you like therapy so far?" Anakin cut in casually.

"It's okay, I guess…" Padmé said unenthusiastically, stepping out of her shoes. Anakin looked at the shoes.

"Are those new?"

"Uh-huh," came the reply. Anakin unbuttoned his shirt.

"I thought we agreed I'd get them with you," he pointed. Padmé took her jewelry off and placed it neatly in a box.

"It was an impulse, they were about to take them out" she simply explained.

"Any other impulses you'd like to share? Or not share, for that matter?" he asked bitterly. Padmé glanced at him as she unbuttoned her shirt.

"Anakin, I don't think you'd be interested in satin skirts."

"Maybe I'm interested in what's under the skirt," he suggested.

"Maybe I'm interested in some romance before you get to see what's under the skirt," she replied slyly. Anakin made a face and muttered under his breath. "Are you imitating me?" Padmé asked sharply.

"No." Just to make sure, Padmé kept her eyes on him for another couple of seconds before slipping into her nightgown. Anakin changed into his sleeping pants and turned to her. "Would you like to have dinner tomorrow?" he offered. Padmé met his eyes.

"I'd love to. Where?" she asked as they stepped into the fresher, both standing in front of individual sinks.

"Wherever you want." Anakin reached for his toothbrush and handed Padmé her moisturizing cloths.

"Thank you," she said, and proceeded to wipe off her makeup. "How about the Green Leaf? We haven't been there in a while."

"Hmm," he murmured, already brushing his teeth.

"Oh, no, we can't go tomorrow," their eyes met through the mirror. "We're having dinner at the Kellen's," she reminded. After a second Anakin blinked.

"Oh," he simply said. He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth. "Some other time, then."

"Sure."

After washing up they made their way into the bedroom in complete silence. They mechanically pulled the covers down and slipped under the sheets, each reaching for the light switches and turning the room into a dark cavern.

It was just another night for Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker.

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"Honey, your breakfast is ready," Padmé announced from the kitchen. She closed the refrigerator and placed two bowls of fruit over the table. She then proceeded to pour coffee and juice on each glass and cup, making sure they were all served in the same amount. To top it all she put a vase with fresh flowers in the center of the table. Taking a few steps back she appreciated her work and quietly congratulated herself.

Anakin stormed into the kitchen halfway through his jacket, his shirt untucked and his boots unbuckled.

"Hey, honey," he greeted, kissing her head quickly.

"Good morning," she practically sang. Anakin nodded and sunk down his coffee in one long sip. He did the same with the juice and gulped a few pieces of fruit before heading to the parking window.

"Bye, honey," he called over his shoulder, already getting into his speeder. The window closed and he disappeared in traffic.

Padmé looked at her formerly perfect table and hated it for the mess it was now. Anakin's glass had tripped, there was fruit juice all over the surface and his mug had chipped when he had forcefully set it down on the table. Padmé was angry at her husband but also, and mostly, disappointed. They didn't have breakfast together anymore, no matter how hard she tried on making everything perfect and beautiful. She was about to give up.

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Anakin walked into the old warehouse where his office was located. He was immediately greeted by Obi Wan.

"Hey, Anakin. You've got some big messages…" he warned as he followed Anakin down the hall to his office.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Two words: Jabba the Hutt."

"That's three words, Obi Wan," Anakin pointed out as he walked into his office, closing the door on Obi Wan's face. Obi Wan ignored the hint and walked right inside.

"I knew that. You'll have to go to Tatooine and take him out," he needlessly explained.

"I thought so," Anakin replied sarcastically. He powered up his computer and sat back on his chair.

"Remember you have that job tonight in that club in the lower levels," Obi Wan reminded. Anakin pondered on this and winced.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll have to do it before the Kellen's thing…" he said more to himself than to Obi Wan.

"Who are the bloody Kellens?"

"Neighbors. They throw a dinner party once a month for everyone in the building," Anakin explained, his mind on his computer. "Anakin Skywalker."

"Password confirmed," the computer announced. A hologram projected in front of him and he watched it.

"Dinner parties? Anakin, we're bounty hunters, we don't have time to be domestic. Soon you'll start asking Padmé for permission to breathe," Obi Wan mocked.

"You live with your mother."

"Yeah, so?"

Anakin looked down at him.

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"Hey, Padmé," Sabé greeted from behind her desk. Padmé sat on the desk across Sabé's and sighed heavily.

"Good morning, girls," she muttered, turning her datapad on and scrolling down. Sabé and Dormé exchanged knowing looks.

"Bad morning with the Mister, honey?" Dormé chided. Sabé smiled.

"You think a man would appreciate a well prepared breakfast, but no, he has to devour everything like a wookie," Padmé complained.

"So? Blow his head off," Dormé suggested. Padmé laughed for the first time in days.

"I won't lie, I've been tempted," she admitted. Dormé smiled knowingly and walked over to her desk to hand her a datapad.

"Here, the Organa job switched for tonight." Padmé looked at her, stunned.

"Tonight, why?" she demanded.

"He's leaving tomorrow. It'll be harder to track him down in Alderaan. Besides, you can get it out of the way right now, why wait?" Dormé reasoned. Padmé took the datapad, her manner unwilling.

"What's with the face? You've been looking forward to this job for months," Sabé reminded.

"I know, I know. We have the Kellens tonight."

"Right, the Kellens…" Dormé and Sabé said at the same time.

"It's fine, I'll do it before that. Meanwhile I'm tracking down my next target. You should do the same, girls," Padmé suggested, turning to her datapad. And so, another day of hard work began.

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Padmé took the casserole from the oven and placed it on the kitchen counter. The Kellens always asked her to bring her famous Nubian casserole to their dinner parties. Little did they know that Padmé hadn't cooked a day in her life. Still, she had to admit it was fun to let everyone think she had.

The front door swooshed open and she knew her husband was home.

"Hey, babe," he greeted as he approached her and kissed her head.

"Hi, honey," she replied. Anakin placed a bottle of wine on the counter and took a deep breath.

"Smells good."

"Thank you," she paused and glanced at him, "I have a little emergency in the senate." Anakin looked at her.

"We promised the Kellens—"

"I know. It won't take long," she promised. She walked away from the kitchen towards the bedroom. "I have to change first, I'm a mess."

"Okay." He opened the refrigerator in search for a snack.

"You lost your wedding band again?" Padmé said casually as she disappeared into the other room. Anakin glanced at the door to then look at his finger. He cursed under his breath and reached into his pocket for his wedding band.

A few minutes later Padmé walked out of the room wearing a long, black leather coat. She tied it around her middle as she walked into the library, knowing she would find her husband inside pouring himself a drink. And sure enough, there he was, holding a glass in his hand and looking at the carpet. On nights like this Padmé found herself irritated at how predictable her husband was.

"I'm off," she announced, letting him know she was in the room.

"Is this carpet new?" he asked, not bothering to look at her.

"Yes. Just arrived today from Naboo," she replied. "Do you like it?" Anakin traced a pattern on the carpet with his boot and moved his head from side to side, showing it neither bothered him nor drove him crazy. "We talked about this, Anakin…"

"I think it's too… geographic," he said.

"It's supposed to be, it represents the flora and fauna of my home planet."

"Okay, okay," he said defensively, not wanting to pick a fight over nothing. He turned to look at her, noticing her black coat and tall leather boots. "That's a little… urban for a dinner party, don't you think?"

"I'll change again when I return. Wish me luck," she smiled. Anakin smiled back and nodded.

"Good luck." With that, Padmé left. Anakin stood straight and alert, waiting to hear the front door swoosh. When it did, he approached a datashelf and pulled a datapad. The shelf slid to the side revealing a fully equipped wracked with all sorts of blasters, gas bomb and wave grenades.

"Hello, children," Anakin smiled, taking three blasters and a couple of wave grenades. He hid them inside his jacket and clicked the shelf back in place.

/Time to go to work…/