Across the Stars
So I've been on a Star Wars kick for like a month and a half leading to this story.
Hope you like it.
I own nothing, Star Wars will always be the master piece of Goerge Lucus.
Enjoy.
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Padmé wasn't sure what she thought she could accomplish. If Obi-Wan was telling the truth, then it may all be too late. But she still foolishly hoped their love would be enough- she would be enough to bring him back.
But this wasn't a lovesick fairy tale.
This was reality, and the dark side's hold was too strong.
It overpowered their love, breaking her heart.
Wakening with a rough gasp, Padmé began to cough feeling the soreness of her throat. Rubbing the pain into submission she took stock of her situation.
Obi-Wan and Anakin were fighting, somewhere. She didn't know where. But she could feel their clashing frustration and rage close by. Standing on shaking feet she staggered over to the edge of the docking platform and watched as the men fought on the harvesting droids. They hadn't noticed her, which was good. She'd only be a hindrance. Still, she held her blaster at the ready...
Ready for what?
Would she have to shoot one of them?
Could she?
Obi-Wan was a good friend and one of the few Jedi left, the last of their hope against the Sith.
And Anakin…
Ani, he was her everything.
The love of her life.
She couldn't hurt him.
But he wasn't the man she fell for. He was a puppet of Palpatine. A Sith in the making.
"Ani." she whimpered, as he lept over Obi-Wan, landing just behind him saber raised and ready.
Even from the bank, he heard her.
Pausing mid-swing his head turned to her. They starred, trying to convey everything that couldn't be said. Their love, their despair for what's to come, their urgency for the other to come with them.
Light clashing with dark, becoming gray.
The moment was cut short, however, as Obi-Wan swung his saber, taking Anakin's left leg. Anakin screamed, falling forward. Padmé cried out as he fell wanting to go to him but knowing it would do no good.
"You were the chosen one. You were meant to destroy the Sith, not join them." Obi-Wan said, pleadingly, brokenly. "You were my brother Ani, I loved you."
Anakin glared up at his former master, the natural blue of his eyes giving way to venom yellow.
"I HATE YOU!"
Unable to watch any longer, Obi-Wan turned his back on his apprentice and started his trek for Padmé.
She watched him, blaster still raised and ready. Which is why she was able to act as fast as she did. She saw Anakin stand. Knowing somehow that he was using the force to keep himself upright. Saw as he raised his saber ready to deal a fatal blow. Her finger acted before she could think. The blast flashed and a second later she watched as Anakin fell, a burning hole in his chest.
Hurt and inraged, he glanced at her, keeping her gaze.
"Padmé." he snarled. "How could you!"
"I'm sorry." she sobbed, dropping the blaster and reaching for him. "Ani, I'm sorry."
His glare faltered as she cried and he struggled to raise his hand to reach for her as well.
Whether he was trying to use the force on her or not she wasn't sure. Nor did she get to find out as Obi-Wan pulled to her feet and the ship. Blocking him from her sight.
Gasping out sobs she fell to her knees and let the grief wrack her shaking frame.
"Padmé, I'm sorry," Obi-Wan hushed her, letting a droid take over piloting while he comforted the senator. "But we cannot stay here. We have to find somewhere safe."
"Where?" she wheezed.
"A temple," he told her. "A sacred place for times of crisis. Only masters know about it. If Anakin survives, he won't be able to find us."
Her weeping got heavier when he said this.
She may have lost Anakin and their final acts as husband and wife were to kill each other.
"I'm sorry." She cried to no one. "I'm so sorry."
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He had to get out of here. Had to get to her. Had to fix this. Had to get her away from the Jedi. She didn't know what they were really. That they would end her.
The order was a lie.
He had to make her see that.
He had to get to Padme.
But it was getting harder to think, to focus. His lungs were growing heavy and uncomfortable. The world, which should be lit red with lava and fire, was growing darker and darker by the second. He was losing a battle with the darkness. Or maybe had already lost. But now it was completely overtaking him.
"There he is."
He could barely hear someone calling. The voice was familiar, but he wasn't conscious enough to make out who it was.
"He's still alive." the same person said. "Get a medical pod, quickly."
"Yes sir."
And with that, his battle with the shadows ended, and he fell deep into the darkness.
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"Darth Vadar, can you hear me?"
He'd come too in the middle of the droids working on him. Screaming in agony as they attached new limbs to him and fastened something around his neck. Then the mask came down and all he saw was red. Almost instantly his breathing got easier, the pain ebbed and he was whole.
"Yes, my master." Anakin- ney- Vadar answered, still a bit unfocused.
"You were on the verge of death when I found you." Sidious told him. "Your leg was gone, third-degree burns from the ashes on and in your body. And a blaster shot to the lung. We had to use mechanical prosthetics for your leg and a ventilation mask and collar for the blaster shot."
Blaster…
Padme.
"Padmé. Where is Padme?" Vadar asked, his voice sounding mechanical and lifeless. "Is she safe?"
"She is gone." Sidious told him. "The Jedi took her into hiding with the rest of them."
"I must find her." Vadar urged the desperation in him growing all the more.
They have her.
"She tried to kill you, she is to be killed." Sidious insisted. "You will kill her."
"NO!" Vadar roared as best as he could with his mask.
The air shifted around them. Medical equipment shorted and imploded on themselves. The shackles that held Vadar to the operating table came undone, letting him step from the cold surface. He turned to his master, ready to attack, but hesitating for the moment having enough bloodshed for the day.
"I will not kill her." Vadar insisted. "She is the only reason I am doing any of this. She is the reason I live."
"She is a weakness." Sidious scolded. "She must be put to rest or she will destroy everything we have built. She will destroy you. You must end her."
"No," Vadar said resolutely. "I won't do this."
"You have no choice."
"If she joins us, then there is no need." Vadar said. "If she is one of us, she will be with me and will not oppose us."
Sidious thought about this for a moment. Turning his back on his new apprentice so he couldn't discern anything from his face. He knew how all this would play out. Vadar's rage would ultimately lead to the death of Padme, which will put the boy right into his hands. Or should that fail and the boy's love prevent him from hurting her, she will have an unfortunate accident blinding Vader with rage and plunging him further into the dark side.
So he had nothing to lose.
"Very well," he said, facing the masked boy. "You will find Padmé Amidala and turn her to the dark side. If you think she will come."
"She will." Vadar assured. "Her love for me will see to it. She will turn."
"Then that will be one of the many tasks you will have in our new Empire. You will not fail me."
"I won't, my master." Vadar nodded, dropping awkwardly to one knee.
Padmé will come to the dark side.
She will be with him once again.
She has to.
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She didn't say anything. She didn't do anything. She just sat against the ship's wall and stared at nothing. Well not nothing. She stared at the life she thought she would live as it flashed and burned away right before her eyes.
There was never a certainty with her being a senator and he a Jedi. Either one of them could lose their life at any moment, most likely to assination. But she still hoped. For a life away from it all. Back on Naboo, a small lake house with a garden and a couple of children she could tell stories to. Maybe she'd become a writer. That was what she studied before she decided to run for queen. Though it was more a focus on public speaking than poetry- she had already decided her course after the legislative youth program, and the apprentice legislature but still enjoyed word art like most people of Naboo. And Ani was supposed to be with her. He was supposed to chase the children around the yard and teach them the ways of the force. She didn't want them joining the order but knew they would be force sensitive so they would have to learn to control it. But she wanted them to be happy. Find love, go out and be who they wanted to be. She respected the order, but they were not what she wanted for her children.
Not that it mattered now.
It was all gone now.
The new Emperor would bring everything she loved crashing down. His version of peace was suppression and obedience of subjects. Not freedom and happiness.
Now he had control of the galaxy and her husband.
He had everything that she held dear, and she had no clue what that meant for her.
Her heart was breaking, and she wasn't sure she could survive it.
"Padmé." Obi-Wan called gently, kneeling next to her. Padmé, you can't think like that."
She shook her head.
"Don't." she hissed. "Stay out of my head."
"I'm not in your head." Obi-Wan said carefully. "You're projecting your emotions and thoughts. I can feel all of it." he took a moment, letting his own thoughts organize before continuing. "I know your hurting, that what you and Anakin shared was far deeper and more profound than-"
"You don't know anything." she snapped, glaring at him. "You don't know what love is, or how it feels to lose it."
"Yes, I do." he sighed, patiently, looking away from her.
Surprised, she studied him for a moment.
Then it dawned on her like a mudhorn to the chest.
"Satine." she breathed. "You loved her."
He didn't look at her.
"I didn't know." she murmured.
"Only Anakin knew." Obi-Wan shrugged. "It's why I more or less ignored your relationship."
She stayed quiet hearing that, wanting to be thankful but in this situation, it was most inappropriate.
"When she died, I was close to giving in to my anger." he told her. "I felt like the whole galaxy was imploding and I wanted everyone to suffer for it. But I couldn't. Above everything else, Satine was a pacifist. Hurting people for her loss would only devastate her memory and shadow our love." he let that sink in before going on. "Giving in to your sadness, letting it take your life, that will place a shadow so dark on your love that there will be no going back."
"This isn't the same." she shook her head. "He isn't dead, he's much worse. And I don't think I can ever bring him back."
"You have to try." Obi-Wan pleaded. "Padmé, I just lost my brother, but I won't give up. I can't, I have to believe that there is still some good in him."
"There is." she said, no hesitation. She didn't even have to think about it. She knew. Knew that there was still go in him. That he was still her Ani. "There is."
"Then help me fight." he urged. "Help me save him. Don't give up. Not yet."
They stared off for a moment, weighing their options. But in the end, they both knew what had to be done. And, that it wasn't going to be easy.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked, looking to the front viewport.
"Zeffo." Obi-Wan told her. "There is a secret temple, no one knows about it. They barely know anything about the Zeffo themselves. We'll be safe there. Wait for any other Jedi who survived Palpatine's order then we'll make our plans for what's next."
"Sabe." Padmé interjected. "And Dorme, all the others. They'll be targeted, they need to be brought to the temple."
"Once the others show up, we'll gather and extract them." Obi-Wan promised.
"And if they don't show up?" Padmé asked, not wanting to upset him, but being realistic was one of her best traits as a senator.
He eyed her, not taking it personally.
"Then you and I will go in and extract them." he promised. "For now, let's get to the temple."
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"Padmé… Padmé…"
She was in the field where she and Anakin had their picnic all those years ago. Face to the sun hair down and swaying in the wind. Feeling a sense of peace she hadn't since before she was queen.
"Padmé…"
Her face snapped forward, she looked around trying to spot the source of the hushed voice.
"... Padmé…"
"Anakin?" she called leaning forward like she was trying to look past something.
"... Padmé…"
"Ani?'' she called again standing, alert and cautious. "Where are you?"
"Padmé.."
"Anakin! I'm here, I hear you. Where are you?" she was spinning on the spot, making herself dizzy trying to find him. "Ani!"
"Padmé."
Spinning her heel she was met with a black mass and a horrid mask.
Shocked, she gave a shrill scream sitting up in her cot.
"Padmé?"
Panicked, her eyes darted around trying to remember where she was.
"Padmé, calm down, you're alright." Obi-Wan hushed her, leaning down to rub her back. "It was just a bad dream. You're alright."
"What happened, where are we?" she demands.
"You fell asleep, I didn't want to wake you up, so I carried you into the temple."
"The temple." she breathed. "Yes, of course. Thank you, Obi-Wan."
"No need for that." he assured. "I have more good news, despite all that's happening."
"What would that be?" she pondered.
"We weren't the first ones here."
Curious, she took his offered hand and followed him through a maze of corridors. Finally, after she was sure they were lost, they came to a large sitting room with the center of the floor dipping down into a bowl resembling a nest softened with plush cushions. And sitting amongst those cushions was a sight beyond welcoming.
"Ahsoka." Padmé sighed, breathlessly holding her arms open in welcome.
"Padmé." Ahsoka cried, rushing into the woman's arms.
They hugged tightly, taking comfort in one another. Both feeling the loss of a man that meant so much to each of them. A teacher, and a husband but above all, a friend.
"I'm so sorry." Ahsoka murmured, pulling away. "If I had stayed with him, I might have-"
"Ahsoka stop." Padmé urged. "None of us could have known this would happen."
"You could."
Looking up, she now saw that Ahsoka wasn't alone.
"Master Windu, Master Yoda." she nodded respectfully. "I'm sorry Master Windu, I don't know what you mean."
"From what I understand, you and Skywalker were extremely close." Windu persisted, looking haggard and battle-worn. "Close enough to share a bed."
"Master Windu." Obi-Wan ticked.
"You are correct, Master Jedi." Padmé deadpanned, using the queen's voice-something she rarely used even as a senator.
She was done hiding their relationship, especially now that the man she loved was most likely dead, replaced by a monster.
"In fact, Anakin and I were married." she persisted.
"And you didn't see this coming?" Windu raised a brow.
"Seems I'm not the only one." She shot back. "Though all I had was the bond of love. You had the force. You should have seen the dark-side taking over."
"Saw it, we did not." Yoda hummed. "Predicted, we did."
"This is why we did not want him trained." Windu sighed.
"He was the chosen one." Obi-Wan insisted. "He was meant to bring balance to the force. He was meant to destroy the Sith."
"Say that, the prophecy did not." Yoda informed. "Balance it says. Destroy the Sith it does not. Mean the same, they do not."
"What are you saying master?" Obi-Wan asked.
"We assumed that Skywalker would bring balance by destroying those who followed the dark side." Windu informed. "But the prophecy never said that was the case. The light has been in power for thousands of years, now it would seem darkness is to persist."
"That can't be." Ahsoka urged. "I saw him control both light and dark on Mortis. I always thought that meant he would find a way to bring the two sides together. Not destroy one or the other."
"That is impossible." Windu shook his head. "The two sides are unable to cooperate. The code forbids the Jedi from using any techniques of the Sith."
"Then the Jedi code is wrong." Ahsoka insisted.
"You would have us bend to the will of the dark side?"
"I would have you find balance." Ahsoka's eyes blazed with indignation and youthful foresight. "We all have both light and dark within us. Choosing one over the other, is that really the only way?"
That sparked something in Padmé. A thought. Fleeting as now was hardly the time for it. They had a galaxy under unjust empirical rule with no clue as to how to go forth. Debating Jedi philosophy was hardly a priority. But still...
Balance.
"Time for that, there is not." Yoda interjected. "Plan our next step, we must."
"He is right." Obi-Wan nodded. "We need to try and figure out Sidious's next move. He has taken over the galaxy, destroyed what he could of the Jedi, so what will he do after that?"
"Naboo." Padmé urged. "He'll go to Naboo."
"How can you be sure?" Obi-Wan asked.
"It was his home." she said thoughtfully. "He'll be expecting a welcome and celebration. Plus, he'll want to start with whatever changes he has there."
"For now we don't have much else to go on." Windu hummed. "We can't do much else though. I suggest we wait for now. Find more allies and regroup."
"You may do as you please, Master Jedi," Padmé told him. "But I'm going back to Naboo to retrieve my own allies. I doubt Palpatine will let them live after I shot his apprentice."
"Senator, please think carefully." Windu was visibly restraining himself. "We have to careful with how we move forward."
"Being careful won't keep my friends and family safe." Padmé shook her head, looking to Obi-Wan. "Please take me to my ship. If all goes well I should be back soon enough with allies."
"Padmé wait." Obi-Wan sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll go, you should stay here. There are other elements that we need to factor in."
"What other elements?" She demanded.
"I agree with you, Palpatine will first go to his planet and change things, but he isn't our only concern. I do not think that my old padawan will let the events of Mustafar change his feelings for you."
"Anakin?" her eyes widened. "You think he will go to Naboo."
"I can feel him." Obi-Wan nodded. "Somewhere out there. And I believe his first move would also be to go back to Naboo. To look for you."
"Then she cannot go." Windu insisted. "Naboo is too much of a risk."
"I will not leave my friends in the hands of a madman." Padmé deadpanned, pushing down her relief and fear at hearing her husband was alive.
"We cannot risk you as an asset." Windu insisted. "Your inside knowledge of Palpatine's tactics and strategic mind is worth more now than ever. We cannot let you risk that just so you can meet Skywalker again."
"Say what you really mean, Master Windu." Padmé fought to keep from sneering. "You're afraid that if I see my husband I'll go running back to him like some lovesick maiden with no sense."
"Wouldn't you?" Windu grimaced. "Love clouds your mind and makes you do ridiculous things."
Not even the force could have prepared him for the swift, harsh slap he received.
"Do not presume to know me." She gritted. "Or to ever understand the love I have for my husband." With this, she turned to everyone else in the room. "I am aware of what my husband has done. I know that the dark side is strong and has a tight grip on him. But I refuse to believe he is lost. One way or another I will turn him back to the side of good. I will make sure that he brings balance to the force."
"You mean that he will empower the light?" Windu wondered.
"He will bring balance." Padmé told him, glancing at Ahsoka. "I have a feeling that means more than any of us could understand. I will make sure he does fulfill the prophecy."
"Fulfill the prophecy, he will." Yoda nodded. "Make our move now we must. Allies are needed."
"My people on Naboo will be more than able to help." Padmé insisted. "They helped us retake Naboo during the invasion and they are masters at disguise. They will be assets to the cause."
"We cannot let her go, Master Yoda." Windue insisted, not seeming to have learned his lesson earlier. "Even if she doesn't go to Skywalker, we can't be sure he won't just take her."
"I'll go." Ahsoka said. "I can get in and out with no problem."
"I'll go with you." Obi-Wan insisted.
"No, I got this. I'll be in and out." she promised. "And while I'm at it, I'll send us some help."
"Who?" he asked.
"My Mandalorian friends." she smiled, taking a bit of pleasure in Windu's discomfort. "And some others. I've been working hard during the Clone Wars and made a lot of allies. They'll all be more than willing to help us in this."
"Senator Organa," Padmé suddenly remembered. "I have to contact him. Make sure he is aware of everything that is happening. Make sure he is prepared."
"We will reach out with the force." Obi-Wan told them. "See if there is anyone else out there and if they're willing to fight."
"Once again," Yoda sighed. "Fight in war, peacekeepers do."
"You can't just sit and do nothing, Master." Padmé implored, her brows turning up in worry.
"No." Yoda agreed. "Sad, it is. But no. Fight we must."
"May the force be with you." Ahsoka bowed to the smaller master, then nodded to the others taking her leave for the hanger.
"Masters." Padmé nodded taking her own leave, heading for the room Obi-Wan had let her rest.
"Do you need me to show you the way back?" Obi-Wan asked.
"No thank you." she smiled gently. "I know the way."
And she did. She didn't know how, but she knew where to go. Almost like something was guiding her. She didn't think too much about it, however. Letting her mind wander as she walked the halls.
It was this lack of mindfulness that left her to not notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere.
The new figure in her quarters, however, wasn't something she could miss.
He was facing away from her, staring out at her viewport, not at all bothered that he had invaded her private rooms. All she could do was stare. She hadn't planned on what to do if they were face to face after everything that happened on Mustafar so soon.
What was she supposed to do?
He must have sensed her then because he stiffened and turned to face her.
"Padmé?"
She didn't even think. Fight or flight took over, as she reached down to her holster and took aim. There was a tense breath as they stared off. He looked between her and the blaster before snorting and slowly pacing closer.
"Will you finish what you started my love?" he asked.
"You were the one who tried to kill me first, husband." she retorted, though it had no bite to it.
Still, they made him pause. His eyes traveling down her red-ringed throat. Swallowing thickly he looked away, ashamed.
She was now able to get a good look at him. He must have a new prosthetic for his leg since he was walking fine. Though it was hard to tell with what wore. It was a black suit with a high collar and a collection of lights and monitors on the center of his chest. What she couldn't see was the respirator filter implanted in his neck which is what the monitors controlled. When he wasn't wearing the Vader mask, this was what helped him breathe.
"What I did…" he sighed, glancing down, fist clenching. "I'm sorry. It was unforgivable."
"Then why ask for forgiveness?" she demanded.
He shook his head turning from her, in shame she assumed.
They didn't say anything for a moment, but eventually, something caught Anakin's interest.
"How did you get into my quarters?" he asked.
She snorted.
"I don't know what mind games you're trying to play," she gritted. "but you're the one in my quarters."
"No you're..." he paused, suddenly realizing something. "We're meeting through the force."
"What are you talking about?" she gawked.
"The force… is connecting us somehow." he murmured, still not looking at her.
"Anakin." She shook her head, lowering her blaster just slightly. "I'm not force sensitive, that's not possible."
"But I'm strong enough for the both of us." he told her, a thoughtful smile creeping on his face. "I brought us together through the force."
Was that possible? He was the chosen one, so maybe he had powers that not even the council knew about. Or maybe it was something else…
Padmé shook her head emphatically, riding herself of the thought.
She couldn't be sentimental.
Not now.
Not during a blooming war.
"Where are you?" he asked, eyeing her in that gentle way he used to when he was probing her for information. "After you left me on Mustafar, I had to be taken to a medical facility. My master told me the Jedi took you away. Where did they take you?"
"Your master." she scoffed. "Palpatine is a monster, Anakin. Please you have to see that."
"He may be." Anakin sighed. "But he has answers. Powers I need."
"For what?" she demanded.
"To protect you." there was no hesitation in his answer, but it sounded worn. Like the edge of a stone, rubbed smooth. "That's all I've ever wanted, Padmé."
"This is not the way to do that, Ani." she persisted. "Killing your comrades, sequestering the galaxy, this isn't protecting me."
"It's bringing the peace you've always wanted." he urged. "Now everyone has to agree."
"Or what?"
"Or they'll be punished."
"That isn't a democracy, Anakin!" she cried. "That is tyranny. It's wrong. It's not freedom."
"Everyone is free still."
"As long as they agree and follow the path Palpatine laid out for them."
"And is that so bad?" he asked, earnest and pleaded, close enough for her to touch now. "There will be no more fighting, no more red tape. All those problems that would have taken the Senate years to fix, now take minutes. One word from the Emperor and it's done. How can that be wrong."
"Because Palpatine has no interest in the right cause. He will only want absolute submission. Liberty will be nothing more than an illusion."
"It was already so." he huffed, squaring his shoulders. "Freedom, liberty, all fables we tell ourselves so we keep moving through life without complaint. But it was all a lie. It never truly existed."
"You're wrong." she insisted. "And this isn't going to bring peace. There will be beings out there that will not accept this new imperial rule. They will fight back."
"Then we will put them down." Anakin hissed.
Now sad, she locked eyes with him and made sure he saw her wholly. Felt her resolve through the force. Understood what this meant.
"And if I'm one of them, my love?" she asked, soft and resolute. "Will you put me down."
Taken aback, he staggered away from her, his eyes breaking at her words.
At that moment, she felt something. She didn't know how she could, but she did. His heartbreak at her words and his overflowing love for her. It wrapped around her like an embrace, cupping her cheek with all the gentleness of a flower petal. She reached out for it with her own love, wanting him to feel it. Wanting it to be enough to bring him back.
"Ani," she sighed.
But in a blink, the feeling was gone- pulled away harshly- and his eyes hardened again.
"I won't let that happen." he declared. "I will find you and keep you with me."
"You would imprison me?" she balked.
"If it will keep you safe!"
"Your dreams will not happen, especially now." she urged. "I won't die in childbirth. I'm not even pregnant."
"Padmé." he gritted, reaching for her, but pausing inches from her shoulder thinking better of it.
Letting his hand drop, he took a deep breath and centered himself. He had sworn to himself that he would never hurt her like that again. He would use his anger to make himself stronger and to crush his enemies. But he would never use it against her. He would never hurt her again.
Opening his eyes, he fixed her with a determined stare making her straighten her back.
"I will find you, Padmé, and I will make sure you're safe." he told her. "I already have an idea where you might be."
"Is that so." she gritted.
"Naboo." he deadpanned.
She had to bite her cheek to keep from reacting.
"I'm already here, my love." he smiled. "One way or another, we will meet. But I'm asking you to come to me willingly." with this he held out his hand to her, whether it was symbolic or he forgot he was just a projection, she wasn't sure. "Come with me, Padmé."
Several thoughts and emotions went through her head right then. The first and foremost being an angry refusal just for the principle of it. The others were conflicting rage and hope. Maybe she should go to him. But what would that change? Maybe she could make a difference if she was closer to him, bringing him back to the light. Or maybe she would have to watch as the love of her life destroyed the galaxy with the dark side.
So confusing and conflicting.
There had to be a balance.
"Balance." she breathed, feeling an odd fluttering in her belly.
Her hand flew to it as the feeling faded and his eyes followed her. He looked back at her confused, and maybe just a bit frightened. But his hand was still outstretched to her.
"Please." he breathed, barely a whisp on the wind.
"Padmé?"
Looking to her door at the call, she was snapped out of whatever trance had a hold of her only to whip her head back to find Anakin was gone.
"Padmé? Are you alright?" Obi-Wan asked, coming into her quarters, frantic. "I could hear you yelling from the corridor."
"He's on Naboo." she suddenly realized. "I need to get a hold of Ahsoka."
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Hope you liked it and thank you for reading.
The next chapter will come out the week after next since I'm taking next weekend off for Valentines day.
Thank you again.
See you in the next chapter.