To be completely honest I am just as in the dark about what is going on as all of you. I have a very, very VERY vague idea that I'm basically writing as I go. So really, anything can happen! I'm hoping that once the plot develops a bit more the chapters will be longer but we'll see.

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Chapter 2

He couldn't believe what she told him. In his head, he kept screaming at himself. Wake up! Wake up! None of this could be real. Anakin knew that he sometimes had trouble controlling his anger. He knew that there had been times where he would just snap and impulsively act in anger. But that didn't inherently mean he was using the Dark Side— at least not to the extent that would change the color of his eyes. Nothing about what has just happened made sense.

He could feel Padme's eyes still on him even after he looked away from her. "Anakin…" He could hear her but his mind was spinning too much to respond. "Anakin," She tried again, speaking louder. He shifted his gaze from the window to her, still unable to physically move. "What happened?" She asked.

His mouth opened and he struggled to find words. "I-I don't know…"

"Try," She urged, kneeling directly in front of him. "Try," She repeated, her hand hesitantly reached out to try and touch him and this time he didn't pull back. Her delicate fingers touched his knee, trying to be reassuring but he could sense there was still a palpable fear in her. "What do you remember?"

Anakin shook his head. "Nothing," He hissed. "I can't remember anything!" His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to go back to the dream. But he couldn't. Whatever had been in his head before was gone or it was locked away somewhere he couldn't reach.

"Was it a vision?" She asked, "You've never had a vision that powerful."

"I don't know," He groaned, "I don't know." Anakin took one deep trembling breath as he tried to focus on bringing the dream out. He could see… darkness. A red haze. Distorted words screamed at him but he couldn't make any of the words out nor recognize the voices. He tried to go deeper, pressing up as close as he could to it but to no avail but he kept on trying.

Heat blazed towards him, he felt as though his skin was burning. The clash of lightsabers echoed even as the roar of some great force shook him. He could feel something. But then everything went black. The blackest black fell over him, smothering him like a blanket. It felt as though he were floating in a void and all the air in his lungs had been sucked out. He was dying. But he wasn't. His name echoed in the blackness in a loud wail as space seemed to close in all around him until it swallowed him up.

Blue eyes shot open as a gasping breath filled him. He was laying down on the floor. His breath ragged, and his pulse racing. Sweat dripped down his forehead, trailing along his temple. Padme was leaning over him, tears in her eyes as her hands shaking as touched his chest, his arms, and his face.

"Oh gods, Anakin! What is happening?" He could sense her fear but it wasn't a fear of him but rather a fear for him.

"Wh-what?"

"You fell over," She said, "You started shaking uncontrollably… you stopped breathing," Her fingers pushed his hair back off of his forehead as she let out a breath. "I don't understand any of this…"

Slowly Anakin pushed himself up. His body ached and the burning sensation he had felt earlier was still there, not nearly as intense but still enough that he noticed it. His back once again pressed to the wall, he let out a pained groan, "Neither do I," He said. Anakin may not have been the most studious during his Jedi training, but there was no way he wouldn't have come across something like this at some point in his studies and he certainly would remember if he had.

Padme leaned back against the wall beside him, a small distance between them as she closed her eyes. She was tired. He knew she got little sleep as it was because of the baby keeping her up. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Things were supposed to be peaceful. They should be curling up together in bed, his hand on her belly feeling the faint kick of their child as she moves around. They should be talking about baby names, planning the baby's room, blissfully waiting for their baby to be born. But instead, they were on the floor wide awake as the very beginning of the first rays of sunshine just barely kissed the horizon.

"Do… do you think Obi-Wan can help us?" Padme asked. She stared at him, her eyes red and glistening from all the tears she shed.

He gave a small shrug, "I don't know… If I tell him about us he'll probably report me to the council."

"He won't," She argued,

"He will."

"Regardless, can he help you with the visions?"

No. Obi-Wan wouldn't even let him go to his mother when he dreamed of her suffering. He never saw his dreams as anything but that: dreams and in the end, his dreams had been right and his mother died because he couldn't save her. How could he possibly be of any help now when he isn't even conscious of his own actions anymore?

"We can't handle this on our own," Padme said, her voice holding the same edge she used in the Senate. There was no room for compromise. With great effort, she somehow managed to get to her feet. "I'm going to contact Obi-Wan," She said.

"What? Now?" Anakin quickly jumped to his feet and followed his wife towards the vanity where her deep blue robe was folded over the back of the chair.

Wrapping the garment around her, she tied the sash at the front. "Yes now," She said. "I know you. I know that if you say you'll tell him today, you'll put it off until tomorrow. And then the next day, and the day after that…" Padme shook her head, "Whatever is happening can't be put off." She didn't wait to hear him argue as she grabbed her comm and defended down to the veranda.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi arrived within the hour.