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When Heather opened her eyes everything was blurry. For the first time she had hoped she had had too much to drink and last night was all a freaked out dream. "Uh." She groaned. She put she hand up to her head. It sure didn't feel like a hangover. There was something shiny on her ring finger.

"That's your wedding ring. You gave it to me when you left. You told me to keep it safe. I promised to give it back to you when I came for you." His voice seemed to have grief in it. He took Heather's hand, "My love, I'm so sorry this is how we had to meet again. I love you so much." He kissed every finger and then her palm. It took all of Heather's strength to remind her self this was a stranger.

She sat up in the bed, lugsureusly soft. "Listen, if you're not Hayden, I don't know you. You kidnapped me, my father will pay to get me back, but please don't harm me."

"What? Padme do you remember anything of our life?"

"Anakin and Padme are characters in a movie. Anakin turns into Darth Vader and dies! Luke saves the universe and everything's happy for the duck by the pond."

"What?"

"Are you hearing me? I'm not married, I'm not yours and for the love of God let me go!"

Anakin slumped back on the bed. His expression was that of being hit by a bullet. Immediately Heather felt bad, what am I talking about?

"You can go then my love. Look out the window." Heather walked slowly over, not knowing what she was to see. Her jaw dropped. Blackness. Space.

"Where have you taken me?" She ran over to Anakin and grabbed his Jedi top. "Where in God's holy name am I?" Then she saw it. It can't be, they don't exist. I have to try. Faster than lightning she grabbed the sliver object and move back hitting the button on the lightsaber, half expecting it not to work. Just as always a flash of blue pulsed out of the end. Heather's eyes winded and Anakin yelled to turn it off. "Oh my God,"

The realization finally hit her. She was on a ship, headed for a galaxy far far away, with a guy with a real lightsaber, who claimed to be Anakin Skywalker. If I believe in elves and fairies and angels and love, why shouldn't I believe that George Lucas' world is real?

"Now do you believe me?" Heather turnt off the lightsaber and Anakin ran to get it from her hands. "You could have killed yourself! Never, ever do that again!" His words were cold and Heather began to quietly cry. "Oh, oh Padme forgive me," he latched his lightsaber and walked her back to the bed and sat to hold her. "I shouldn't have said that, you know how to work a saber. I just, I can't have you dying on me. I've lost you for two years. I don't want to lose you forever now."

"I'm sorry, I. I really didn't think it would work." Anakin started to rock Heather back and forth. He placed a strong hand on the side of her head, which held it gentely to his chest. Slowly she regained her barrings and had a new thought of her kidnapper.

"It's time for bed. Come on, let's get in."

"Excuse me?"

"We're going to bed."

"We're not going anywhere."

"But I thought."

"Listen, I'm not sure what I think. I far as I know, I'm still a virgin and I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you."

"Then where should I sleep? There's no where else." Heather looked around. I can't believe I'm going to do this.

"Ok, fine. You sleep on that side, but we're putting pillows in between. OK."

"OK." Anakin smiled at her. Oh! That's just what I need!

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