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Chapter 6

Coruscant 22 BBY

The sunset on Coruscant had always been something that amazed her. She would sometimes spend the evenings watching the light cascade down the sides of buildings. Her breath was taken away at how the city seemed to be transformed by the sun reflecting off of the metal buildings. It was beauty that the seemingly artificial world of Coruscant needed.

Her security team of course had told her not to stand out in the open, but with a little convincing they allowed her outside to watch the sunset while waiting for the Jedi Obi-wan Kenobi to arrive. Padmé would never admit that she was actually excited about seeing a friend from the past. A friend that had stood by her during the horrible trade federation crisis. For once she looked forward to meeting with the security that had been hired against her will. Of course she believed and knew that there was no need for additional security she still felt herself wanting to smile at the thought of seeing an old friend again. Was it strange?

No, it was not strange, her thoughts were just so scattered she could not think anything was correct without having to mentally shake herself. Her world had been turned upside down with the death of Cordé. Her friend and handmaiden had died instead of her; it should have been her that died. No, she couldn't have died, without her the Republic and all it's principles could be erased from history, as they knew it. Not to mention the grief that she would put her family though with her untimely death, especially Dmitri.

She knew her son better than most did, she knew that he was special in someway. He was extremely intelligent, but his social skills were horrible to say the least. He lacked empathy really, he was sympathetic to her of course being his mother, but to anyone else he was rather one sided on any issue. If you were poor and hungry he felt it was your fault that you were poor and hungry and would do nothing to help them. It scared her to think where he got his thoughts. Sergei would never say something like that; even if he thought it he would never say it aloud. And she knew for a fact she would never say anything against the poor. She was one of the few that actually helped the poor.

If she was to die, Sergei would probably wait until he was at least thirteen then send him off into the Hapan Royal Navy Academy where he would just become more frozen to the world. He already had problems with shutting people out, and she could only imagine how grief could cause him to go insane. Medication was an option but she wasn't sure if this was just a phase he was going through or if this is something that could simply not be treated, a personality disorder of sorts.

Sighing to herself she looked back at the glimmering buildings of Coruscant trying to keep her son off her mind, she felt guilty for leaving him. She knew he had cried after she left, he always did. When she read the report from Sabé about how in a trance he was after she left he became very concerned. What if there was something wrong with him? What had she done wrong? She had been there for him when he was an infant and a toddler, and now as she started to distance herself from him the more he became depressed. He had to learn how to live life without her, no matter if he was just six years old or not.

Perhaps it was something medical? She had given birth to him at the age of 19 and she was in perfect health throughout her pregnancy and his infancy. What had gone wrong? Perhaps Sergei had a mental illness that ran in his family that he had not reported to her? No, he would have told her if it would endanger their son's life. Despite his flaws he was a kind man who deeply cared for her and Dmitri.

Naboo 22 BBY

"Pavlov residence," A gentleman answered, more than likely a butler or servant of the family.

"Yes, this is Jobal Naberrie, wishing to speak with Sergei Pavlov regarding his son Dmitri Pavlov." Jobal spoke into the com as regal as she could manage.

Her daughter was the one who was once Queen not her, her best serious voice was one of scolding a child, not of speaking with diplomats and their pompous friends. Her daughter was the one that could deal with anything, but for some reason she could not deal with helping her own child go through a difficult time.

Dmitri had not been able to calm down after the incident at dinner; it was nearly midnight when they had finally decided to take him to the hospital to seek help. He had somewhat calmed down through sedatives but she was still on high alert for the unusual behavior that her grandson had experienced just a few hours ago. He had become hysteric, crying and hyperventilating until finally he had passed out from his inability to calm down. Jobal and Ruwee had tried to contact their daughter as soon as it happened but of course she was far too busy with her more important role as politician to message back about her son.

Now here they were at Theed's central Children's hospital awaiting for Sergei to answer the com and give Jobal and Ruwee the test results that they needed. Any child who's parents were still alive had to have parental release signed before they could see the child's test results, no matter if the child was it's grandparents or not. It was a stupid law passed recently by the Republic that later the Queen signed into affect on Naboo that had led to their frustration. It was not a stupid law, regarding privacy, but it was a stupid law regarding children that stayed with relatives rather than parents.

"One moment, please madam." The gentleman on the other side of the com said politely.

The com then was put on hold with Jobal silently praying to the Goddess for Sergei to answer. If he did not answer it meant another few hours of waiting for him, or Padmé to give permission to look at the results of the test they were running on their grandson.

Jobal remained on edge looking into the window of her grandson's hospital room where he lay there with his eyes shut hopefully asleep. He would be all right of course, she knew that, but that did not help her anxiety levels lessen. She looked on him as the young boy that got overworked over his mother and now here he was perhaps ready to be sent to a mental asylum! A defenseless, little boy being sent to such a horrible place. She didn't want that to happen, he would get better when Padmé came back, he would, he always was better when Padmé was around.

For the love of the Goddess she felt herself truly hates her daughter for putting her grandson in distress, of course it wasn't completely her fault for the incident. Still she remained to her opinion that if Padmé had just stayed on Naboo where it was safe and just completely retired from politics with the threat of assassination against her, this would have never happened. How she wished her daughter would just get out of the life of politics and into a safer life of being a mother.

The hold cut off that minute with the undeniable voice of Sergei on the other end of the com. "This is Sergei Pavlov, may I ask who I am speaking too?"

"Sergei, it's Jobal, there's been a bit of an accident." Jobal began before being interrupted by Sergei's questions.

"Is Dmitri all right? Is Padmé all right? Gods what happened? Are they all right?" Sergei said in a voice that was that of a child's not of a grown man.

"Dmitri is in the hospital." Jobal managed to say between his questions.

"What happened?" Sergei demanded in a voice that was most unlike what she had heard before come out of his mouth. "Sorry, just please tell me what happened? Is he hurt?"

"We don't know we need you to say in front of a few nurses and a doctor that you give us permission to know the condition of Dmitri and his test results." Jobal explained softly. "A new law passed in the Republic making it illegal for anyone but the parents to know the medical results of the children they care for."

"Get them together and fast!" Sergei ordered without hesitation.

Within fifteen minutes she had managed to grab the doctor that had been directed to work with Dmitri to get the permission of Sergei for telling Jobal and Ruwee the results of the tests and the possible reason why he had broken down like that. Sergei of course remained on the line waiting to hear the results himself.

"You have the father on the com?" The Doctor had asked.

"Yes, sir," Jobal had said with the doctor leading the team of nurses, really witnesses, back to her grandson's room.

The room was filled with the witnesses and the doctor. Jobal and Ruwee found them sitting near they're sleeping grandson on the bed meant for children.

"Sergei Pavlov of Haps," The Doctor read off. "Father of Dmitri Naberrie Pavlov, and ex-partner to Padmé Amidala?"

"Yes, sir that would be me." Sergei said more politely than he had said to Jobal on a half hour ago. "Now please tell Ruwee, Jobal, and I the results, I am worried sick about him and I know they are as well."

"I understand sir." The doctor said before finally taking his data pad and reading off of the results that they had managed to get back. "He is a perfectly healthy six year old boy, however, physically he may be fine but mentally... I am sorry for you to hear this over the phone sir but your son has Asperger's syndrome."

Sergei was quiet while Jobal held her breath hoping to hear that there was medication to go along with this disease. She had never heard of Asperger's before and silently hoped that whatever this was was curable or at least had a good treatment for her grandson available. She didn't want him to suffer any further with this disease, whatever it may be.

"Asperger's?" Sergei asked seemingly unsure of what the disease was as well. "The autism disease?"

"Autism!" Jobal found herself nearly shout aloud.

Her grandson did not have Autism, his motor skills were fine, he was extremely intelligent, and he could not have Autism. He was very developed, perhaps not socially but he was much better off than most children with Autism. Perhaps this kind of autism was curable? No, Autism is a mental disease, nothing could cure it, and they could just treat it.

"Yes," The Doctor said. "It is a form of Autism, however, this disease is different in the way it effects the brain. You see Autism causes development to slow in a child, while in Asperger's the child is normally develops and sometimes goes to borderline genius in some skills. Are there any topic your son is very interested in?"

"Animals mostly, he seems to have quite a mind for memorizing all the official and common names of animals that no one else would know. I am going to be completely honest with you and say whenever he has a conversation with me about animals I feel like a student in a university trying to listen to the hard to understand lecture."

"That is common, what they lack in social and emotional skills they make up for in educational prosperity." The Doctor explained. "The children with Asperger's often lack basic social skills, and this may be caused by maternal health or possible hereditary by the father."

"Oh no," Sergei muttered over the phone.

"What?" Jobal asked suddenly.

"All of my brother's have Autism, as does my father." Sergei spoke quickly hoping not to seem like the guilty one in the conversation.

"So this is from your family's side." The doctor said as if it were nothing. "Since this is hereditary, I do need to ask how your brother's have developed as far as things are concerned?"

"My older brother is doing fine, my two younger brothers are between the ages of four and ten so I don't know how they are going to be when they get older, right now at least they are doing fine." Sergei said. "I just need to know what you can do to help Dmitri."

The adults continued on their conversation while Dmitri lay there seemingly asleep and unaware of the world around him. Of course though he had woken up when he first thought he heard his father's voice. He might not be, as close to his father as he was to his mother, but that did not mean he did not want to be with him. He had spent probably only three weeks with him this year because of all the problems going on in the Republic. He was scared he might bring his home planet into the Republic by accident if he got caught coming to Naboo. So he could only stay but for so long before he risked looking like a diplomat trying to get Naboo to join the Neutral planets.

Or at least that was what his mother had told him. He had a bet that it was because his other grandmother didn't like him being away from Hapes for very long.

Dmitri finally opened his eyes to see his grandmother sitting by his bedside having a conversation over the com link with more than likely his father or mother about what had happened. To be honest he couldn't much remember what happened, one minute he was just crying over his mother the next he had gone to sleep in the dining room with his grandparents telling him to wake up. He had tried to wake up of course, but to no luck he went into sleep and now here he was in the hospital.

"Grandma?" Dmitri called.

Jobal turned around to see her grandson awake. He was awake and now they could tell him that he was all right and that he did have a disease, that wouldn't be that scary. He was going to be smart, Jobal said to herself, yes he was depressed but at least there was something positive about the situation.

"Dmitri!" Jobal said back with a large smile on her face. "It is good to see you're awake."

"Where's my father?" Dmitri asked immediately silently hoping that both his father and mother were here to see him.

Maybe his father would finally tell his mother that Dmitri needed her. And maybe his father would stay with them, they could be a family! They could be like Grandma and grandpa, and then when the family was back together maybe his mother would be happy!

"I'm on Hapes buddy," Sergei said sadly. "I can't risk coming without the risk of you getting hurt. Your mother's gotten herself in trouble again and I am not willing to risk your safety."

Dmitri's heart dropped at the news. He was hoping he could have both parents and now here his father was on the other side of the galaxy lying about not being able to see him. He was lying! He could come and get him! He would do it if mother asked him to! But he wouldn't do it for him? That was unfair, and fruiting! Did he love her more than him? No one loved mother more than him! He was her son besides that, he was his father, and he was just supposed to be there when things got out of hand like they were now. Why hadn't he come?

"Are you and mommy going to come get me later?" Dmitri asked having his hopes get high once more as the thought of all three of them being together again.

"I haven't had time to contact mommy about what has happened with everything going on." Sergei admitted despite guilt washing over him for not contacting Padmé sooner.

He should contact her this morning, or wait a little while. He didn't know what was going on in her life, all he knew was that someone was pissed at what she had been doing to help prevent civil war in the Republic. Of course it was none of his concern politically personally he did not want to see the mother of his child dying. He admitted to himself that he still loved Padmé deeply, it was just that their relationship was so strained things just fell apart.

It happened. If he wanted a relationship with Padmé like they had before he would be risking the safety of the people of Hapes. He didn't want them in the war, and it was not in his nature to question the Queen mother in her decisions, but he wished secretly that he was just able to live on Naboo permentally with Dmitri... and possibly with Padmé as well. If she would only get her head out of the endless games of politics.

In his culture he was supposed to be subordinate towards women in power, but Padmé was different. She was not from Hapes, she just needed to know that he didn't like the way she was running off constantly. She left their son alone and she knew that if he came to Naboo he risked causing Hapes to break neutrality. He couldn't risk it, but if Padmé were to at least try to spend more time with their son he would be grateful. She was always running off, she was never there for him, it seemed to be the reason their relationship failed in the first place was that Padmé put politics ahead of her family.

Who was more important? Dmitri or politics? If she answered Dmitri he knew she was lying, she'd greatly scarifies Dmitri if it meant that she would save a nest filled with unintelligent insects.

Didn't make it to four thousand like I said I was but you know my hands hurt! So yeah I know Asperger's is not diagnosed through medical tests, rather evaluations, but you know, science fiction. Anyway, review and such. I was planning on writing more for Padmé's section but you know it didn't work out so well and it got deleted! Bye for now hope to get another update around for you guys soon! :)