A/N: Thanks to 1saaa for letting me know that it turned into code. Hopefully it doesn't do it again. Enjoy!

Something was burning. She turned around. All of Coruscant seemed to be covered in the haze of smoke.

The Temple was on fire. Screams sounded from all around, and Lily spun to try to pinpoint the sounds. They focused in at the Temple.

"It's a dream. And I've already died once, so what can really happen?" She took off running to the building holding screams and flames. As she ran, the Temple stayed the same distance, and the ground beneath her shifted. The screams morphed to shouting. The ground broke.

She tried to let out a shriek of surprise before the noise caught in her throat. She landed behind two figures, their faces blurred. There was fire and lava, and darkness. Such strong darkness she only felt in one before.

Darth Vader.

This was her father's fall. This was the final string. They were floating on pieces above the river that spelled death clearly. She heard the second man, the one she knew must be Obi-Wan, shout at Ana-Vader.

"YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE! IT WAS SAID THAT YOU WOULD DESTROY THE SITH, NOT JOIN THEM! BRING BALANCE TO THE FORCE, NOT LEAVE IT IN DARKNESS! " Lily could feel the pain. The bond the pair had shared shattered like glass.

The ground fell again and she was to distracted to tell if the way her stomach lurched was from falling or from the scene that had played.
***

Lily did not start awake, as one normally does after a nightmare, but she stayed still, as though trying not to alert anyone else to her presence. In a way she was, but things were wrong. Very wrong. For one, the bed she had fallen asleep on had transported itself to her time, where she should be dead. There was also the slight fact that Luke was nowhere in sight. The third part was perhaps more alarming. Sidious was near. And it was the cell where she had spent several months.

"Kriff." She muttered, not entirely certain if this was reality or not. She felt at her waist where her lightsaber should have been but was met with nothing but air and cloth. This did nothing to ease her rising panic.

She fell to the floor suddenly, a burst of pain running through her. Where she had been stabbed looked as though the wound just happened, instead of the scar it had become. She let out a cry of pain as the old wounds reopened again, all of the ones she had received in that same building.

"Yes... channel your hate, your pain. It will make you strong..." She heard Sidious hiss in her ear. She stood. She wouldn't let him win. Not this time. He intensified the pain. She gasped and stumbled, leaning on the stone wall for support.

"I'm good, thanks." She gritted out. A cruel laugh pierced her ears. More wounds reopened and stung. She fell again, curled into herself to escape the pain and noises. She focused on the cold wall until she felt them closing in.

"Are you sure, little Jedi?" Sidious taunted. Lily whimpered as the walls moved closer and the pain intensified. Sidious cackled. Lightning shot from his palms and surrounded the curled body on the floor. Lily didn't resist as a scream tore through her throat.

It stopped. The walls went back to normal, and the wounds went to their healing state.

"I will give you a choice, Skywalker. Stay out of my way, and you will not meet such a painful demise twice. Do not, and I will make it worse. Understand?" Lily nodded weakly. "Good." As a final warning, he took a lightsaber, Luke's green one, she recognized, and sliced across her middle, only deep enough to scar and hurt.

This time, when she woke, it was sudden.
***

It seemed neither father nor daughter would be free from nightmares that night. Anakin got up, still shaking slightly from his own dream.

Anakin, help me!

His angel's voice still rang in his ears.

Padme walked to her husband, knowing he was worried about something.

"Anakin? What's bothering you?"

"Nothing." He responded quickly. Padme frowned. He touched the japor snippet hanging from her neck and tried to seem okay. "I remember when I gave this to you."

"Anakin, how long is it going to take us to be honest with each other?" He sighed.

"It was a dream."

"Bad?" Padme asked.

"Like the ones I had about my mother before she died."

"And?" She pressed gently.

"It was about you." He reached her eyes reluctantly.

"Tell me."

"You die in childbirth."

"And the baby?"

"I don't know." Both husband and wife were concerned now.

"It was only a dream." Padme tried to reassure.

"I won't let this one become real." They held on to each other for a few moments before separating.

"Anakin, this baby will change our lives." She said. "I doubt the Queen will continue to allow me to serve in the Senate, and if the Council discovers you are the father, you will be expelled from the Jedi Order."

"I know." He sounded weary as if he had already gone to this train of thought for hours.

"Do you think Obi-Wan would be able to help us?" Anakin went stiff.

"Have you told him anything?" Suspicion was clouding his logic.

"No, but he has to suspect something. He's your mentor, your best friend!"

"He's still on the Council. Don't tell him anything."

"Alright, I won't." She sounded tired and resigned to secrecy that neither one wanted.

"Our baby is a blessing, not a problem. I don't need his help."

"Alright," Padme said. "I'm going to go back to bed. You should too."

"In a minute, Angel. I just need to clear my head." Padme nodded and walked away.

Lily walked toward him now.

"You awake too?" He asked her.

"Nightmare. Couldn't go back to sleep yet. You?"

"The same." Lily studied him.

"You're afraid of losing her, aren't you?" Anakin turned around.

"What did you hear?"

"Nothing. I could just tell. When you found out you were worried about both of your futures. It only makes sense that you'd be worried for her."

"It's not that simple." He said.

"What is it?"

"I had a vision of her when she has the baby. She dies. I can't let it happen."

"You don't know it will."

"Yes, I do!" His anger swelled, then cooled. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Anakin. And as for losing her, you can't know because things change. Easily. There are hundreds of different outcomes, especially for one that is centered on someone dying."

"How do you know that?"

"I've seen them. A lot of them at least, and it probably isn't even half."

"Please, tell me what happens to her."

"I can't. It can change so quickly. What I do know, is that sometimes trying to change the future is what makes it come true. I know that when Luke and I got a vision of our friends in trouble and in pain, our rushing to fix it is what made it happen."

"And if it isn't the case?"

"I think you know. Get some sleep, Anakin.