This is something I thought of during finals week and decided to write down. Hope you enjoy!

It's All Over…

Chapter One:

There were only thirty minutes left.

The group of assorted members of the 501st, Rex, Ahsoka, Padme and Obi-Wan all sat in the waiting room of the hospital wing of the Jedi Temple. Not a word was spoken among them, and yet they all knew why they sat there.

Anakin.

The attack had only happened an hour before, and in the chaos of an assassination attempt on the Chancellor, Anakin had been hit by a poison dart. The young knight had insisted that he was fine, but as soon as the assassin had been caught, he had collapsed.

And now they were in a hospital, and Anakin's life was going to end in 30 minutes.

"Only five minutes per person, please," A medical droid said, poking its head out the door. "Master Skywalker is very weak, and needs rest if he is to pass peacefully."

The group glanced around at each other. Finally, Rex spoke up.

"Um… I think that me and the boys should go first, we won't be long,"

The group nodded as Rex and the assorted clones left.

General Skywalker was laying on a bed in the center of the room, motionless. It kind of freaked Rex out a little, seeing his General lie motionless. He swallowed, then spoke.

"General, I'm sorry," He sighed. "I guess I just wanted to say… have fun in the next life, and say hello to Echo and Heavy for us will you? But don't worry about your Padawan. We'll take good care of Commander Tano."

The other clones nodded in agreement.

"Goodbye general," one of them spoke, and the others joined up in a chorus of 'goodbye', and 'see you in the afterlife'.

"Your time is up," The droid beeped, and the group left. Rex cast one last glance at his general, his friend, practically his brother. The unconscious general didn't do anything.

"Next," The droid snapped at the group. Obi-Wan got up.

"I guess that's me then,"

Everyone else nodded in silent agreement.

"Why," Was all Obi-Wan said. "Why did you have to get hit? Why were you even assigned to me?"

He sighed. "Anakin, if you see Qui-Gon, tell him…"

Obi-Wan tried to access their force signatures. Their unbreakable master/padawan bond. It was still there, but Anakin's side felt… different. It was like touching a feather instead of a bullet.

"...tell him that I miss him, and that I did my best."

He sighed again and turned to leave the room, but before he could, Anakin's force signature whispered one last sentence through their bond.

I will, master. :)

"Next," it was becoming a routine. Obi-wan hadn't even been in there for a full five minutes.

Ahsoka shot up from her seat before anyone could object, and darted into the room.

"Master, it should have been me," Ahsoka stared at her master, lying on the bed, ominously motionless and quiet. Without his jokes and teasing, the air felt weirdly… empty. "The dart was aimed at me… all of this is my fault."

She glanced at him, almost expecting him to do something, but nothing happened. The machines still beeped. The air stayed warm and still.

"D-don't worry about the senator," Ahsoka sighed. "I'll keep her safe. And I think that Obi-Wan will train me now and-"

"Time's up," The droid said curtly.

Ahsoka sighed. "I'm sorry master. Goodbye."

She turned and left the room.

"Next," The droid snapped.

Padme got up and carefully, silently entered the room where her husband lay.

"Oh, Ani," As soon as the door shut, Padme ran to her unconscious husband, gently stroking his hair and caressing his face. "Oh Ani…"

She paused and took a deep breath, trying not to cry. This was it. This was the end that she had been dreading ever since they had first joined their lips in a kiss in the lake country of Naboo. There would be no more soft hand (and a mechanical one) holding her face, no more strong chest to snuggle against. No more gentle breath and powerful, loving arms. No more safety, peace and love. No more late night talks, or stolen kisses, or moments in the shadows. No more gentle protectiveness. She sighed.

"I'm sorry, Ani," She whispered as the tears started to fall.

Suddenly, strangely, Anakin's hand moved up to her face, tracing her hips and chest, before gently wiping away her tears. His eyes opened, and he gazed at her face with longing and protectiveness.

"Shhh…. Angel," He gasped. "Please…. Please don't… Please don't… Don't… cry…" there were laboured gasps of air in between each word.

"Time's up," The droid snapped.

"I have to go now, Ani…" Padme brushed her hand over his hair. "I'm sorry."

"No…" He whimpered. "Stay…. Please….."

She gently leaned down and kissed his forehead, feeling his clammy skin against her lips. One last time…

She left the room.

The funeral was the scariest event Ahsoka had ever been too. Half the time, she expected her master's body to hop up and shout: "I'm not dead YET!"

It didn't.

Padme cried the entire time.

The funeral was held on Naboo. The council had decided that Anakin was to have a traditional Jedi funeral until Padme had jumped in all "It's my husband's body and I'll do what I want with it, Thank you very much."

So the funeral was on Naboo. A ton of people were there, 90% of the 501st, Obi-Wan, some assorted council members, Yoda, a group of people Ahsoka assumed were Padme's family, as well as politicians, and some of Anakin's childhood temple friends.

As soon as the traditional Naboo Holy Man had said some words about faith and the afterlife, Anakin's body was cremated, and his ashes were buried in a Naboo maseoulum.

After he was buried, Ahsoka finally let herself cry. Rex held her in a hug while she sobbed her heart out. Padme never shed a single tear after that day. It was as if the Senator had gathered up all of her feelings and left them with Anakin, in a grave.

That night, Ahsoka cried not only for her master, but for the senator's grieving heart as well. She cried for Master Kenobi, for master Plo, for the Jedi that had died in the war. She cried for Echo, for her unknown parents, for Geonosian zombies. She cried because Dooku would be ecstatic, and she cried because of her own aching heart, feeling torn apart by the death of someone so close, who was now so far away.

And, once she finished crying, and feeling fragile and empty, she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

End Chapter One.