Hello: You have reached chapter 2: 0:00 to 1:00. I decided to do it in hours because to do a whole day in one takes too long to write. Also this way people can give me ideas about what they'd like to see A&P do. So anyway. After reading a very disappointing Padme and Anakin story I've decided to try my very hardest to bring the standard of A&P fan fiction up. I hope I'm doing a good job. Oh, and in happier news, I can finally spell George Lucas' name. Ha ha. And I call myself a fan. Now, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: As ever, all character, names, etc. belong to George Lucas. Any similarities between this story and real life/other stories are merely coincidental.

A harsh moon shone down on the Naboo graveyard. Even on this beautiful planet a graveyard held all the emptiness and sorrow of those on the harshest planet. There, cloaked in black, stood Vader. He checked the time in his visor: 11:53. Just seven minutes. He still found it hard to believe that he would die in just 1447 minutes, but he found it even harder to believe that Padme would be back with him in seven. He looked around the graveyard once more.

'I wonder if I'll be buried here.'

Death was odd to him. He had cheated death in a sense already though, on the day he burned on Mustafar. His Master had found his broken body and made him into what he was now. He should of died that day.

'I've been dying a little bit each day since you came back into my life.'

'Padme?' he asked himself. There was no reply. Still. He checked the time again. 11:57. How time dragged on. He looked at his gloved hand. He'd never have to settle for it again: he'd be real flesh and blood in just a few minutes. He smiled. Just a few more minutes. He closed his eyes.

- Ding -

The clock chimed. Just eleven more chimes and she'd be back with him. He took in a breath and waited.

- Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding –

'Eleven! Yes, it's midnight. Please Force let this be true,' he thought as he opened his eyes.

He looked around. The world was in a grey monotone; no longer red! He looked down at his hands. They were pink and fleshy.

"No," he breathed in disbelief. It was his own voice. He looked around hopefully. "Padme?"

There was no reply. "Padme?" he asked more desperately.

"Anakin?"

His eyes shot up and there, standing in front of her grave was Padme, her dark hair tumbling down her face in ringlets and clothed in a blue-green, shimmering dress. Flowers covered her entire body.

"Oh Anakin!" she repeated as she ran towards him. Anakin felt his eyes prick and he smiled and she fell into his open arms.

The solid feeling of her body against his own flesh was too much for Anakin. He pulled Padme closer as tears, the first in years, flowed down his face.

"Oh Padme. I've waited so long for this," he looked down at her, "I missed you so much."

Padme just nestled into him further and gentle, little sobs leaked out of her body.

"Don't cry, my love," Anakin said stroking her back, "Everything is OK now."

"Is it?" she asked, suddenly fearful.

'How much does she remember?' he wondered.

"Padme," he started, "What is the last thing you remember?"

"Giving birth to our children…"

Anakin's heart stopped. She remembered Mustafar. What he did to her. He felt himself choking on his own regret. Then he realised what she had said.

"Our children?"

She smiled up at him. "We had twins Anakin. Two darling little children: a boy and a girl."

He felt new tears well up in his eyes. "What did you call them?"

"Leia and Luke. Just like we said."

"I'm sorry Padme. I've regretted that day ever since," he said to her quietly. His voice cracked.

She knew he meant Mustafar when he said 'that day'. She stroked his hair. "I know. It's all right. Shh. I'm just glad you came back. It doesn't matter about the past anymore, only that we have each other and that we love the other."

He nodded. "I do love you Padme."

"And I have always loved you," she replied.

He stroked her hair. He knew that now. Everything was clear to him now. He leant down and kissed her gently on the lips and warm smile enveloped her face. Anakin took a deep breath.

"Come now my love. We have an entire day ahead of us. What would you like to do?"

Padme looked around. "We're on Naboo? In a graveyard? Why are we in a graveyard?"

"Uhm… Close your eyes OK?"

Padme did as she was told, trusting him totally. Anakin sighed in relief and lead Padme out of the graveyard before she could ever see the reason he had visited Naboo all these 12 years past.

"Anakin," Padme said after Anakin had lead her out into the empty Naboo streets, "I'm hungry. I don't suppose we could eat could we?"

Anakin smiled at her. "My love, it's midnight. The world is sleeping so where in Force do you suggest we eat hmm?"

Padme thought for a moment. "Ever done a midnight raid?"

Anakin raised a questioning eyebrow her way.

"Well," she began, "When I was younger and I was hungry I would always do a 'midnight raid'. It appears to me that we might have to do one now." Then she ran past Anakin and into the streets of Naboo; her laughter filling the empty night air.

Anakin collapsed onto the ground. Padme followed and positioned herself comfortably on his lap.

"A strawberry?" Anakin asked her as she rested her head against his chest.

She nodded and began to eat the strawberry Anakin had offered her.

"You know," he continued, "I'd never have put you down as a thief. What with you being a senator and all."

She laughed. "So we borrowed a few fruits from some farmers: they'll grow back. Besides, being around you again had made me… daring."

"Oh is that so?" he asked as he poked her in the stomach playfully. "Perhaps we should 'borrow' you some new clothes too."

"Anakin! I'm not that daring. Besides, we could just go to my parent's home. I still have a lot of clothes there."

'She doesn't know she's been dead for 12 years?' Anakin asked himself confusingly.

"It's lovely here, isn't it?" Padme breathed breaking his train of thought. She and Anakin had found a cliff top that looked over Naboo's capital city wonderfully. But Anakin wasn't so interested in the view.

"Anything from Naboo is," he said as he stared down at her. Padme said nothing but leaned against him further. The stars twinkled playfully above them. From the stars Padme reckoned they had been there about 17 minutes.

"What do you think the time is Anakin?" she asked.

Anakin didn't even have to check. Today he knew the time instantly: he wasn't going to waste a second.

"34 minutes past midnight. You know," he said seductively as he pushed Padme down to the ground, "There's always been something I've wanted to do underneath the stars."

She laughed at her husband's sudden thoughts. "Not here Anakin."

"Yes here," he said as he moved down on top of her and began to kiss her forehead.

"Are you sure?" she asked. But even as she asked him this her hands were removing his cloak.

Anakin's hand moved to the small of her back and he smiled at her. "Oh I'm definitely sure." Then he kissed her deeply on the lips, and this time she didn't resist.