"Talk to me about Palpatine, you must." Yoda said, looking at Anakin calmly from his chair.

Anakin scowled at the mention of his former master. In fact, all Anakin ever seem to do during these sessions was scowl. He was not used to opening up, so the past few sessions had been discussions on his motivations for becoming a Jedi, how he viewed himself as a general in the Clone Wars, and his relationship with his mother. He always hesitated to give in depth answers, but Yoda was very good at getting Anakin to open up before the end of the session.

Anakin suspected Yoda was now about to delve into the harder things to talk about.

It had been three weeks since Padme and Anakin had run into Palpatine at Disneyland. The first week after it had happened, Anakin was convinced that Palpatine would retaliate, so much so that Obi-Wan came over to Padme's house every night to help him keep an eye out for anything suspicious. They'd told Padme that Obi-Wan was just there to help Anakin on his project, and although Anakin did have Obi-Wan sort of help (he wasn't very good at machines like Anakin, so he was more in the way than anything else), Obi-Wan mostly was there to help feel for disturbances in the Force.

But nothing had happened. Anakin obsessively monitored the news, looking for any mention of Palpatine, but it seemed as though he was doing campaigning around the country.

So eventually he had relaxed, but he didn't lower his guard down completely.

"What do you want to know about him?" Anakin asked, "I have a lot of history with him." Unfortunately, he added in his head.

"Meet him, how did you?" Yoda asked, his green eyes watching Anakin with patience. Anakin had to give him credit, for a man who didn't remember anything about his previous life, he at least acted like he understood what Anakin was talking about. Maybe the Force helped him understand, Anakin had no clue.

But if Anakin was truly honest with himself, it was nice to talk through things to a neutral party.

"I met him in passing when I was nine. I went to Coruscant with Master Qui Gon and Obi-Wan to escort Padme, who was then Queen Amidala, to the Senate. We didn't really get to know each other until the Clone Wars, and even then he didn't pay special attention to me until the end." Anakin clenched his fists, trying to keep his breathing steady. He and Obi-Wan had gone back to trying to find Anakin's inner peace, to no avail. The only helpful things he'd gained from it was stress management techniques. "I suppose he sensed that I had darkness in me. I… I told you I killed the Tusken Raiders. When I saw him again after that, he seemed to pay more attention to me, but he didn't try to approach me until much later."

"Give you special attention, when did he?"

"Towards the end of the Clone Wars," Anakin replied, scowling as he remembered all of the fake offers of friendship, the fake support, the way he had preyed upon Anakin in his weak state. "He ordered me to kill Count Dooku, and I did it. I knew that Count Dooku was evil, but I had disarmed him. I didn't need to kill him, and I knew it as soon as I did it. And then there was his appointing me to the Jedi Council even though I was not yet a Master, and then telling me he could save Padme with the dark side…" His throat closed up as he tried to fight back the rage that threatened to overcome him.

"Feel about him, how do you?" Yoda asked, sensing Anakin's emotions.

Anakin struggled to contain himself before he spoke. "Hate is not strong enough a word for the way I feel about him. He has manipulated essentially my whole life. He manipulated us into the Clone Wars, and was behind many of the battles I fought there. I can't say that he was the only reason I went to the Darkside, because that's not true, but I do feel that he manipulated the opportunity to fall. My entire existence as Darth Vader was constant manipulation. I told myself that I was being a loyal servant to a good cause, but I realize now that I was choosing to believe his lies because I didn't want to fully face the evil I had become." Anakin was breathless by the end of his rant, his heart squeezing painfully.

Yoda shifted in his seat, leaning forward. "Listen to me, you must." He waited until he was sure he had Anakin's full attention. "Concentrate on your feelings for him, you must."

That surprised Anakin. The Yoda of his world would have cautioned him to stay away from those feelings as if it were easy to just forget what he felt. "But…" He began uncertainly.

"On temporary, it is. Trust me."

Did Anakin trust him? Anakin wasn't sure of the answer to that, but he closed his eyes anyway and concentrated.

It was not hard to begin to feel that old friend called Hate. Anakin had spent so long filled with fear and hate that it was not hard for him to feel. In fact, it was a little too easy to feel that way. But when he thought of Palpatine and what he had done, what he could still do…the hate and fear was worse than he had ever felt.

He wanted to kill him for what he had done.

He wanted to kill him for what he had taken from Anakin.

He wanted to kill him for what he could still do.

But he knew that if he killed him for any of those reasons, he would turn to the Dark Side again. He had been able to break away from the Dark Side by killing Palpatine the last time because he had done it only to protect Luke. But this time his reasoning would be purely selfish, purely for reasons that would turn him back into the monster he had been.

And he didn't want that.

He told Yoda all of this as he felt it. "I don't want to feel this way anymore," He said when he finished, his voice breaking. He opened his eyes to meet Yoda's green ones. "Hate has been my Master my whole life, and I can't live like this anymore. Every time I see Palpatine though, I just feel that murderous rage again. The only reason I didn't attack him at Disneyland was because I had two little girls holding onto me and Padme was there and wouldn't understand. And…and even if he does remember who he is and does have some evil plot, I don't want to feel like my whole life, every day, is governed by intense feelings of rage and fear."

Yoda nodded his head and leaned forward. "Listen well, young Skywalker," It had been a long time since anyone had called him that… "A choice, hate is. Neither good nor evil, the Force is. It merely exists. Responds to your choices, it does. Used for good or evil, it can be. It is a choice. To let go of hate, you must choose. Hate will continue to be your ruler, otherwise."

The Force was neither good nor bad? He had always been taught growing up that there was a Light Side and a Dark Side. Yoda himself, back in his galaxy, had told him such on many occasion. But for the Force to merely exist, being neither good nor evil? He had never thought of it that way. "But it's hard to just let something like that go."

Yoda nodded in understanding. "A hard choice, it is. In order to heal completely, it must be done. Only then will you defeat Palpatine."

The Force responded to Yoda's words, warming through Anakin with the truthfulness of his words. Still, to just let go…

"I'll try," was all he could promise to do.


Anakin pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of the beach, looking warily at the sandy shore before he slowly dismounted.

He hated sand. Why had he agreed to go to the beach after his therapy session?

It was a stupid question to ask. Now that the weather was beginning to chill slightly and tourism season was dying down at the beach, many college students were throwing a beach party, and Padme had asked him to come. Since it was Padme asking him, he stupidly agreed.

But now that he was looking at the sand and imagining it getting everywhere, he was suddenly considering turning around and heading home. He could make up some excuse. Padme would forgive him. Mindy would probably call him out on it, but Padme would believe him. Maybe.

But Mindy had invited Obi-Wan to come, and Obi-Wan was waiting for him. "Took you long enough," He said, approaching Anakin with a raised eyebrow. "Don't bother trying to turn around and go home. I'm the oldest one here and it's awkward, so you're going to suffer through the awkwardness with me."

"I'm not older than everyone here," Anakin grumbled, but he began to follow Obi-Wan to the shore anyway. He paused before he stepped onto the sand, bracing himself. He should have brought those 'flip flops' Mindy made him buy when he first got there.

"Yeah well I know you. I don't know most of the people here." Obi-Wan said as they approached a crowd of college students. Although it was the beginning of October, there were still women wearing…well they weren't wearing much. Anakin blushed and averted his eyes.

"Where's Mindy and Padme?" Anakin asked, looking around for them.

"Mindy went to go set up a volleyball net," Anakin didn't know what that was, "And Padme went to go rent you a surf board."

"A what?" Anakin asked, whirling his attention back to Obi-Wan in surprise. Padme hadn't said anything about…whatever that was.

Obi-Wan grinned, crossing his arms. "Padme is going to teach you how to surf."

"But what if I don't want to surf?"

"Do you even know what surfing is?"

"Yes." After Obi-Wan gave him a skeptical look, Anakin sighed. "Okay no, but," He glanced down at his shoes which were already full of sand. Oh Force, he could feel it seeping between his toes. Gross. "I hate sand."

"Well it's a good thing then that surfing is mostly in the water." Obi-Wan said with a laugh. Anakin opened his mouth to try another excuse, but Padme's voice interrupted from behind him.

"Has Obi-Wan told you my diabolical plan for you?" Anakin whirled around to meet Padme's dark eyes, and as soon as he saw her, his mouth dropped open in shock and horror.

She too was hardly wearing anything.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, and he winced at the horror that leaked through his voice.

Padme frowned, looking down at herself. "What?" She asked, "It's just a bikini."

"I don't care what you call it, you're practically naked!" He had to remind himself not to stare. Sure he had seen that and….but it was still totally not appropriate for other people to see that.

Especially other men, and there were plenty of college boys around who could potentially look at her in a very bad way.

This statement however caused Padme to scowl, and she dropped both oddly shaped boards she'd held underneath each arm to the ground. "Listen you," She snapped, about to chew him out, but Obi-Wan cut in before she could finish.

"Anakin doesn't remember that bikinis are in style here," Obi-Wan said, and he gave Anakin a meaningful look that said, this is not our galaxy, remember? "He hasn't seen one since his memory loss."

Padme's anger, thankfully, deflated. "Oh. Sorry." She sighed, picking back up one board. "A lot of women wear these to go swimming Anakin. You'll have to get used to it. Now pick up your board and let's go." She turned away without a word, Anakin watching her go.

He still wanted to argue. He didn't want other men looking at her like he used to. He wanted to be the only one to see her that way. But Obi-Wan gave him a pleading look, and with a sigh Anakin dropped the subject. It was not an argument he would win.

Still, how was he supposed to concentrate when she was wearing that?

He had a feeling he was going to go crazy by the end of the day.

He picked up his board however and followed her. She showed him where he could change into his unused swim clothes (they felt weird on his skin and he definitely felt weird walking around without a shirt on), and then they found a good spot on the beach where she modeled how to get on the board. When she showed him how to properly stand on the board, she apparently wasn't satisfied with his stance and helped him fix it by gently moving him to where he was supposed to be. Her contact on his bare chest sent his heart racing and he gulped to keep himself from losing focus.

When she was satisfied that he could get the basics on land, she led him into the cool water. He could feel Obi-Wan's eyes on him, just waiting to see how Anakin would fare against the waves. Anakin sometimes thought Obi-Wan was more entertained by the idea of the former Sith Lord doing mundane things than he was by anything else. He had stored away those Disneyland photos for 'future generations' or so he claimed. Anakin would not be surprised to turn around and find Obi-Wan recording this somehow.

He followed Padme's example, paddling out towards where the larger waves were. His instinct was to just try the first large wave that they came across, but Padme dunked the board and herself under it, and he followed suit. "It becomes an instinct to know when the right wave comes along," Padme said when she caught him giving her a weird look, "You'll develop that instinct the more you practice."

He didn't have the heart to tell her that he really didn't care to go to the beach often, but he remembered her telling him once that she loved the water. Naboo was a planet that was mostly covered by water, and therefore Padme had spent most of her childhood in it. It was the complete opposite of Tatooine, and Anakin had always envied her for that. So many times he had tried to talk her into going back there with him to settle down, or at least for a vacation.

But she had refused every time, and now here they were, on a beach, with her teaching him how to do something she loved. There was no war to worry about (other than Palpatine), there was no Jedi Code keeping them apart: they were finally together, having fun.

And yet…

"Now!" Padme whirled the board around and Anakin quickly followed suit, following her example. When she finally jumped up, he got up too, focusing on whether or not he was doing it right…

But that quickly vanished as the euphoria of actually riding a wave washed over him.

It was amazing.

He had loved riding his motorcycle. It had felt a lot like his speeder back in his galaxy. But gliding on that wave, being one with the ocean, it felt like he was flying again. He felt like he could do anything, be anything, as long as he was riding that wave.

And then he lost his balance and he came crashing down into the world again, salt water shoving itself up his nose and throat.

When the world stopped tumbling, he broke back up onto the surface, sputtering and gasping for air as he grabbed his board for support. Padme paddled back to him, having not crashed, a concerned look on her face. "Are you okay?" She asked when she reached him.

Anakin finished spitting out salt water before he answered her with a challenging grin. "Let's go again."


Padme continued to surf with Anakin until late afternoon, teaching him the basics and a few simple tricks she had learned over the years once he had mastered that. He progressed surprisingly quickly, and only wiped out three times total. When she had first started, she had wiped out multiple times a day. It had only been her determination and love for the ocean that kept her going. Yet Anakin didn't seem to necessarily love the ocean, but he picked things up quickly. It was as if he was a natural born learner.

He seemed disappointed when she announced it was time to head back in, but she knew that if they didn't join Mindy's volleyball game she would be pissed. She didn't feel like dealing with a passive-aggressive Mindy for the rest of the night, so she promised Anakin that they could go again sometime soon before it got too cold.

They returned their boards and Padme slipped on a lacey white swim cover up dress and Anakin, unfortunately, put a white t-shirt on. Although Padme had enjoyed sneaking peeks at Anakin's sculpted torso, Anakin seemed relieved when she put on the cover up.

Maybe Anakin was just really old fashioned, she thought as she led him to the makeshift volleyball court Mindy had set up. They were already splitting into teams, with Mindy taking charge. When Mindy spotted them, she waved them over.

"Have you ever seen volleyball before Anakin?" she asked pointedly when they approached. Anakin frowned at the net, shaking his head. Padme thought it was a little rude of Mindy to ask a question like that; she very well knew that Anakin didn't have his memories. Of course he didn't remember seeing volleyball.

"Well, Ben has informed me that he knows how to play. So he will teach you how to play. We're doing boys versus girls, so go to that side and talk to your volleyball master." She grinned as if she'd made some inside joke that only she and Anakin were privy to, causing Padme to feel a sting of jealousy.

She knew it was ridiculous to feel jealous, but Padme had noticed that the dynamic between Mindy and Anakin had changed in the past few weeks. Mindy always seemed to say things to him that he understood but Padme did not. She didn't think their relationship was in any way romantic, since Mindy was usually pretty open about her feelings, but it did make Padme wonder.

Anakin rolled his eyes though and ducked under the next and met with Ben, both of them talking in low voices. "Are you going to stare at Anakin all day or are you going to get into position?" Mindy asked pointedly.

Padme shook herself and got into place. "Sorry," She said, trying to focus her mind.

The game began. At first the girls were doing better, having gone to the beach as a group multiple times to play beach volleyball throughout the years. It was one of the few activities Padme would consistently show up to during the Spring Semester.

But that quickly changed. Anakin quickly figured out the rules of the game, and like some freaky magical turn of events, he and Ben were suddenly leading the men's team, working together so fluidly it was like they had worked together for years. They didn't even have to say anything to each other. It was like they could sense where they would be needed before the ball even went over to their side of the next.

Back and forth they went, Padme struggling to keep up, sweat beginning to break out on her brow. When the men pulled ahead, they cheered and clapped Anakin and Ben on the back. "Who's the volleyball champions now, ladies?!" One of the guys said, spreading his arms out teasingly.

"Those two," The girl, Sabe Padme thought her name was, said as she pointed to Anakin and Ben. The boy's ego deflated a little at that.

"I say cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater!" Mindy said, pointing directly at Anakin, her eyes narrowed. Mindy took volleyball a little too seriously sometimes.

Anakin grinned, a competitive fire in his eyes. "You're just jealous," he said, approaching the net. He said it to Mindy, but he was looking right at Padme, his smile widening. Padme's heart sped up and before it she approached the net, standing very close to him.

"The games not over yet," She said, grinning playfully.

"Oh, it will be soon," Anakin assured her, stepping even closer to her. She was so close to him, that she could see just how deeply blue his eyes were, how the scar over his right eye was beginning to fade, and suddenly she forgot what she was going to say.

"Can we continue our game, love birds?" Mindy snapped, and Padme realized that a lot of people were staring at them. Blushing, she returned to her spot, and they resumed the game.

In the end, the boys won by one point. There were lots of cheers and Mindy was demanding a rematch, but by then the sky was beginning to darken, so the match would have to be done some other time.

Padme helped take down the volleyball net and the boys began to set up a bonfire while the girls pulled out ingredients for s'mores. "You're going to love these," She told Anakin when he asked what they were for. "It's the perfect combination of chewy and chocolatey."

"I keep hearing about how wonderful chocolate is," He said, picking up a Hershey's bar to examine it, "But I've yet to actually eat it."

"WHAT?" Mindy exclaimed as she walked by, giving Anakin an incredible look. "We have failed you as friends. Quick! To the bonfire!"

"It isn't lit yet," Padme pointed out. Ben was currently in the process of trying to get the fire started.

"Well as soon as it's lit, I expect you to be making yourself a s'more." Mindy said before she continued over to the fire.

As soon as she left, Padme looked at Anakin. "Did something happen between you two?" She asked.

"No," He said, but he wasn't looking at her when he said it. "Why?"

"Because you two seem different. You seem a little tense." Her eyes narrowed, but he only shrugged his shoulders. She knew that she had no right to force him to tell her, but…

Why did she feel unusually frustrated by his response?

The bonfire was soon lit and Padme showed Anakin how to make the perfect s'more. Or attempted to, really. Anakin set every marshmallow he had on fire. Apparently he was not naturally good at everything. Padme made a mental note: Anakin was great at surfing, volleyball, and anything electronic. S'more making was not something he was good at.

Eventually she just gave him her s'more, the chocolate slightly melting by that point. "Take a bite and tell me what you think," She said, and watched as Anakin bit into it.

At first he chewed without a reaction. Then slowly a smile lit across his face, and Padme couldn't help but smile back. "This is fantastic," He said even though he hadn't swallowed it all yet, "Can I hire you to keep making these for me?"

Padme laughed, "And what would you give me for them?"

Anakin thought about it for a moment and his grin widened. "The stars," He said.

"And just how would you manage to do that?" Padme asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"I don't know. I would figure it out."

Laughing, Padme shook her head. "You don't need to get me the stars, but I'll think of something else."

Ben suddenly cleared his throat, and both Padme and Anakin turned to look at him in surprise. How long had he been standing there? She wondered. "Hey Ben, what's up?"

Anakin snorted and mumbled something about the sky being above them, causing Padme to start giggling again. The first time she'd said that around him, he had been so genuinely confused that she would ask such an obvious question that he had blurted out, "The ceiling is above us Padme, what else were you expecting?" She had laughed for a good fifteen minutes straight before she could tell him what the phrase meant.

The corners of Ben's mouth turned upwards into a smile at Anakin's muttered comment, but he didn't remark on it. "I just wanted to thank you for inviting me out here tonight. I had fun, but I'm afraid I must be going back. I have business to take care of early in the morning." He flashed a knowing look at Anakin. "I'll tell you how it goes."

Anakin's face went serious as he nodded. "Call me as soon as you're done."

Ben nodded and bid them goodbye before he turned and walked off into the night.

"What was that about?" Padme asked before she stopped to think if it was something she should ask about. Anakin and Ben were always going off to do mysterious things. Anakin would never tell her the details of whatever it was they did, but Padme always suspected that it was something more than just a normal hang out. Perhaps it was some sort of weird best friend secret bonding time thing.

Anakin shrugged. "He's just looking into some opportunities." Again, a vague answer. Secret best friend bonding thing it was, then.

Deciding not to feel left out, Padme picked up the stick and stuck a marshmallow at the end of it. "Let's get making you those s'mores," she said.

The night progressed smoothly. Eventually some guys pulled out portable speakers and began to play music, and more college students began to show up. Padme explained to Anakin that locals highly enjoyed bonfires as it was a good opportunity to mingle and get to know people without the stress of a club environment.

However as the fire got bigger as the night wore on, Anakin seemed more and more uncomfortable around it, as if he were wary of it. The smoke began to thicken and the wind blew in his direction, pushing the smoke towards him. He attempted to move out of the way, but the smoke seemed to follow him wherever he went, and soon he had circled the whole group before he returned to her side, a scowl on his face. "Not enjoying the fire anymore?" She asked.

Anakin stared at the flames, the look in his eyes far away, as if he were remembering something unpleasant. "Not really," He said, his voice distant.

"Why not?"

He turned his eyes away from the flames finally, looking at her as if seeing her for the first time. He smiled a little, but the smile didn't touch his eyes. "It's too hot, I guess."

Padme frowned, feeling as if there was something else, something that made him uncomfortable. Perhaps it happened in his past and he couldn't remember it, but she wondered if he would tell her even if he did. "Well, in that case," She said, starting to walk away from the fire.

"Where are you going?" Anakin called after her.

She turned around, spreading her arms out. "I'm getting away from the heat!" She turned around without waiting to see if he would follow and began to run down the beach, the sand slowing her down.

She ran until she was far away from the rest of the group, and there were no other people standing around her. She would have kept running but Anakin, who had greatly improved during their morning runs over the past few weeks, caught up to her, his arms snaking around her waist, lifting her up from the ground.

She squealed happily as he swung her into his arms, and she heard his laugh, clear and beautiful and happy in her ear. "You better be careful Padme," He teased in her ear, "You never know who's out here to catch you."

He set her back down onto the sand, and she turned to face him, giggling like a love-struck school girl. She sounded ridiculous—she had never acted like this around anyone, but being around Anakin was like she nothing she had ever felt before. It was like she already knew him, as if her soul called out to his and…

"I do know who is out here to catch me," She said, poking him playfully in the chest. They were so close, and Anakin looked down at her hand on his chest, as if he were realizing it too. But he didn't step away this time, and neither did Padme.

Anakin looked back up at her, his smile so genuine and heart wrenchingly beautiful that Padme's breath caught in her chest. "How do you do this to me?" He whispered.

"Do what?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"This," he motioned around them. "Did you know that I hate the beach? I hate sand. It gets all over everything and it doesn't feel great." He pointed to his legs which were half covered in sand. "It's going to take multiple showers to get this off, and it's all your fault."

Padme laughed, "Such a burden." Her laughter died though when she realized that Anakin was serious. "Well you had fun, didn't you?"

"Of course."

"Well," She said, taking another step closer. They were practically chest to chest now. "What else would you do if I asked?"

"Name it." Anakin was still smiling, but she could tell he was dead serious.

"If I asked you to skydive?"

Anakin snorted. "Easy."

"Oh really?" She asked skeptically.

"Really."

"Okay then," she thought, "What if I asked you to swim with sharks?"

"I don't know what those are," Anakin admitted, "But I would do it."

"You might change your answer if you found out what they were."

"Never." They were so close now, their breath mingled.

"What if I asked you to jump off a cliff?" Surely she had him there.

"I would do it." His answer was so sure, and Padme's heart was beating faster. "And I would still find a way back to you."

"So that I could order you around some more?" she teased.

"Yes."

"That's not exactly a healthy relationship." She pointed out.

"If it made you happy," Anakin replied, "I would give you the stars."

She ran out of things to hypothetically tease him about. Even if she hadn't, she couldn't have thought clearly enough to say them. They were so close, her eyes meeting his clear blue ones, drowning in them, and all she was aware of was him and the way he made her feel, as if she was invincible, as if the whole world was hers just because he was there with her…

She kissed him.

She didn't think about it, she just…did it. She felt his surprise, but quickly the kiss melted and he was kissing her back, soft and sweet.

She had kissed boys before. She had thought she had good kisses before. But this….

She felt like she was on top of the world. She felt as if she could travel the universe and never find anything this wonderful, this good, this pure. Her heart beat hammered in her chest so quickly that she was sure that she could literally achieve flight if she wanted to. It felt as if her soul were joining his, as if they were two star-crossed lovers being reunited after a thousand years apart.

She wanted more.

She wanted him.

She wanted Anakin.

She moved to deepen the kiss, she began to reach up to link her arms around his neck…

And suddenly he pulled away from her, as if she'd stung him.

She stared at him in surprise, not quite comprehending that the moment was suddenly over, but he stood there, staring at her like a frightened deer in headlights. "I…" He opened his mouth, trying to explain, but he couldn't get the words out. In his eyes there looked to be an internal war ripping him apart from the inside. Finally he shook his head, turning away from her. "I…we can't." His voice, so tortured, and yet so final, immediately knocked the breath from Padme, causing her to crash back down to reality. "I'm sorry."

And then he swiftly walked away, leaving Padme standing alone on that beach, her heart plunging agonizingly into the depths of her soul.

She didn't know how long she stood there, staring after him even when he had disappeared. All she could think was what happened? And…

What have I done?


I TOLD YOU A MAJOR THING HAPPENED IN THIS CHAPTER!

I have been planning this chapter for SO LONG. The song that inspired it was Rooftop Kiss by James Horner from the Amazing Spiderman soundtrack. If you can't tell, I had WAY too much fun writing that last scene. I think it's fitting though that in this world Padme is the one initiating the first move, because in this world there isn't any reason why they shouldn't. But for Anakin, he had plenty of reasons why he thinks they shouldn't, and he never would have initiated it in this world. So...reversal of roles.

For those of you asking about Ashoka, she will appear not next chapter, but the chapter after. I have gotten far enough into the Clone Wars that I think I can write her now (I think). We shall see what role she will play!

REVIEW! I really want to know if you loved it as much as I loved writing it. What do you think is going to happen? What do you think Anakin is thinking? Etc.

I love you all!

~Sarah