Anakin held Padme close in his arms, listening to her steady breathing as she slept. When he glanced at the clock on her nightstand, the bright red letters said that it was 2 AM. He had heard Mindy come into the house an hour ago, right after they had cleaned up the clothes they had littered all the way to Padme's room, and Anakin was glad they had done so when they had—he would never hear the end of it from Mindy had she walked into the house that way.

Padme now wore the white button up shirt he had been wearing earlier, and it was so big on her, it looked like she was wearing a fancy night gown. He had smiled at that when she came back into the room wearing it, and he didn't tell her that in his galaxy, she often wore one of his Jedi robes. Once he had come back from a particularly long mission late at night to find that she was curled up on the couch asleep with it wrapped around her. He himself also wore his boxers, but he had chosen to keep his shirt off.

That was in the past now though. They had a future together now, and right now, with her sleeping soundly in his arms, her cheek resting on his bare chest, that future felt to precious and fragile, as if something or someone could come crashing in to ruin it.

He wouldn't let that happen though.

He looked down at her sleeping face and his chest warmed with love. Tonight was perfect—almost too perfect. In the cab ride home, he had held her hand, watching her as she stared impatiently out the window, wanting to get home. He had been excited, yes (he had, after all, waited over 20 years to be with his wife again), but as he looked at her, and saw the glow of the street lamps illuminating her beautiful face, he felt an over whelming surge of love.

In that moment, he realized something: he was truly, deeply, irrevocably, in love with her. He had loved Padme before, that was true. But it was a different sort of love—it was possessive. It was consuming. It was filled with jealousy and insecurity.

But now, when he looked at her and felt that familiar swell of love for her, there wasn't any of that. He looked at her and saw her for who she was, not what he wanted her to be. He looked at her and didn't worry that she might fall for someone else. He didn't want to lock her up to keep her safe, or turn her into something she wasn't. He wanted to see her free to make her own choices, to live happily as she wanted to, while he stood with her to say, "Look at my beautiful Angel! She's perfect and I wouldn't have her any other way! I'm the lucky man who gets to share her journey in life!"

Now as he looked at her, listened as she mumbled something in her sleep, he felt the same way. He wished that he could tell her. He wished that he could express how much he had changed, that he wasn't the same man she had been betrayed by on Mustafar.

But he couldn't. Now, more than ever, he couldn't tell her. He would surely lose her.

He leaned forward and softly kissed her forehead. "I love you Padme," He whispered, feeling sleep start to overwhelm him as well. "You will always have all of me."

She pulled herself closer to him and he smiled, closing his own eyes and drifting to sleep.


She watched from the shadows as Anakin ran toward her, a huge smile on his face. Her heart leapt as he approached, and she felt the urge to hold him tight and never let go.

And she got her wish. As soon as he reached her, he scooped her up into a hug and swung her around, laughing happily as he did so. A smile spread across her face, and she buried her face in his neck. As soon as he set her down, she kissed him quickly and took his face in her hands. "Oh Anakin," She said, looking up into his eyes. They stared at one another for another moment before she hugged him again. Real Padme mentally noted that Dream Padme was acting as if she hadn't seen Anakin in months.

"I've missed you Padme," Anakin said, tightening his grip on her. Even in a dream, she felt so safe with him.

Eventually she had to pull away, much to Real Padme's disappointment. Why couldn't her dreams be normal dreams about doing whatever she wanted with Dream Anakin? "There were whispers," She shook her head, running her hands over his shoulders, as if she were looking for injuries. "That you'd been killed."

Well. Maybe that explained why Dream Padme kept hugging him. However, Real Padme probably would have been doing a lot more than just hugging if her man came back from the dead.

"I'm alright," he assured her with an almost blinding smile. Now he looked her over, as if memorizing her in that moment. "It feels like we've been apart for a lifetime," He said, "It might have been had the Chancellor not been kidnapped. I don't think they would have ever brought us back from the Outer Rim Sieges." Wait, sieges? Whoa, Real Padme wanted to say, let's talk more about those! But instead Anakin leaned down as he was talking to kiss her again and…

Stupid Dream Padme pulled away. Again! What was up with Dream Padme and pulling away?!

"Wait, not here," She said.

"Yes here," Anakin pulled away, but only slightly, "I'm tired of all this deception, I don't care if they know that we're married." Again, he leaned in to kiss her, and frustratingly Dream Padme pulled away.

"Don't say things like that," she chided, and Real Padme wanted to roll her eyes and yell at Dream Padme, "No, let him say that!"

But instead Dream Padme and Dream Anakin held each other's stare for a long moment, waiting for the other to back down. When neither one of them seemed to back down from what was likely an old argument, Dream Padme hugged him again with a sigh.

After a moment, however, Anakin slowly pulled away, taking her by the shoulders. "Are you alright?" He asked, his brow creasing in worry, "You're trembling." Indeed she was. Seeing that something was off, he became serious. "What's going on?" He asked.

She looked down at the floor, hesitating, before she looked up again. "Something wonderful has happened." Then why was she acting like something was wrong? Real Padme decided that she would never fully understand Dream Padme. "Ani," She said softly, "I'm pregnant."

Ooooh. Well, if Dream Padme was in a secret marriage that would be pretty problematic.

She saw the shock in Anakin's eyes and he let out a shaky breath, looking down at the floor while he processed the news. "That's," He took a deep breath and let it out again, and she waited nervously for what he was about to say. Maybe Dream Anakin wouldn't want a baby, what with whatever he was involved in that made it impossible for him to even get married, much less have children. He looked at her again, but quickly averted his gaze, trying to think of the words. My goodness, Real Padme thought, he's speechless! It was something she had never seen before, and she would have smiled if she could. "Well, that's…that's wonderful!" He finally looked up, and again there was that bright smile that she loved.

"What are we going to do?" Dream Padme asked, voicing what she'd obviously expected Anakin to say when she'd told him.

He laughed softly, shaking his head, smiling like he'd been told that he'd won the lottery. "We're not going to worry about anything right now, alright?" he said, lifting a hand to cup her cheek softly, "This is a happy moment," he paused, "The happiest moment of my life."

Well. It no longer mattered that they could get caught. Dream Padme moved in and met Anakin's kiss, throwing her arms around his neck as she did so.

As the dream began to change, Real Padme felt a painful lurch in her chest, and she found that she longed for...she wasn't sure what, honestly. But she wanted something, something that Dream Padme had.

Now Padme stood in a beautiful living room that opened out to a giant city beyond the apartment. Thicker-bearded-robe Dream Ben stood before her, a grave look in his eyes. She could tell that he was exhausted. He looked older than he was, as if a large burden had been placed upon his shoulders. "When was the last time you saw him?" He asked.

"Yesterday," Dream Padme said hesitantly, walking past him. She was heavy with child, and her steps were awkward as she walked down the stairs towards the couches.

"Do you know where he is now?" Ben was following her, and she instantly heard something off in his voice. Something wasn't right.

"No." Even Real Padme could hear the lie in Dream Padme's voice. She was an awful liar.

"Padme," Ben said, "I need your help. He's in grave danger."

She knew something was wrong. She whirled on Ben. "From the Sith?" She demanded. Whatever a Sith was, Dream Padme was clearly concerned.

"From himself." There was a grave sadness in Ben's voice. "Padme," He leaned forward a little, his blue eyes emploring her to believe what he was about to tell her, "Anakin has turned to the Dark Side."

The Dark Side? Well, they have cookies, so I totally can't blame him, Real Padme wanted to say sarcastically. Dream Padme didn't say that though. She immediately got defensive, and said, "You're wrong. How could you even say that?"

Ben walked past her to stare out towards the bustling city. To Real Padme's amazement, there were flying ships everywhere. That should also totally be a thing, she thought—traffic would clear up amazingly. "I have seen a security hologram of him," He paused, as if trying to spit the words out. He had to take a deep breath before he could. "Killing younglings." He put a hand over his mouth, as if he were trying not to be sick on Dream Padme's perfectly polished floor.

Real Padme felt a little queasy herself. She didn't think the younglings Ben was talking about were puppies.

"Not Anakin," Dream Padme insisted, "He couldn't!"

Ben whirled on her. "He was deceived by a lie, we all were!" Dream Padme flinched at the tone in his voice, and he began to advance on her, ranting now. "It appears that the Chancellor was behind everything, including the war! Palpatine is the Sith Lord we've been looking for." Padme wasn't sure what a Sith Lord was, but it sounded like Dream Palpatine was even worse than Real Palpatine—starting wars, deceiving Dream Anakin and Ben…but what did it all mean? "After the death of Count Dooku, Anakin became his new apprentice."

Dream Padme blinked several times, her mouth open, obviously trying to process everything. Real Padme could feel her own heart breaking at the news—she wasn't sure why. She didn't understand half of what Dream Ben was saying, but it was obvious that it was bad. Still, it was just a dream right? There wasn't any reason to care.

But she did, and it was beginning to scare her.

Dream Padme turned away from Ben, shaking her head as she went to sit down on the couch. "I don't believe you," She insisted, but her voice was shaking. She was in denial, but deep down she knew that whatever Ben was saying was true. "I can't," she whispered as she sat down.

Ben sat down next to her. "Padme, I must find him."

Something in Ben's voice made Padme snap out of her shock to look at him. "You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

Ben didn't say anything for a long time. Real Padme wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to tell her that he was going to, or if he wasn't sure himself. "He has become a very great threat."

Padme was already shaking her head. The information was just too much, and Real Padme figured that for a pregnant woman, the news that your husband had a) killed children and b) was going to possibly be hunted down and killed by his best friend was probably even more of an information overload due to hormones. She finally turned away. "I can't."

Sensing that he wouldn't get anything from her, Ben stood up and began to walk towards the open terrace. He stopped right before he left and turned around. "Anakin is the father, isn't he." It wasn't a question. She could tell, looking at his expression, that Ben already knew. Padme looked down and said nothing. "I'm so sorry." And he did sound sorry as he turned and left.

Well, Real Padme thought as she tried to process the information she'd just learned about Dream Anakin, this dream has become a huge downer. How could Dream Anakin jump from being so happy to killing people so suddenly?

Padme wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. In fact, she had a very bad feeling as to where this was going. She needed to wake up. Now.

But of course, try as she might, she couldn't wake up. It was as if something was forcing her to watch as the scene changed yet again.

She was sitting in a ship, leaning her forehead against her hand, looking out at a world full of lava. Even from the ship, Padme could feel the heat…and Real Padme realized with a jolt that she could feel it. She was feeling what Dream Padme was feeling.

No, she thought as she began to panic, not this again!

She saw a figure at the far tower throw off their hood, and she instantly got up and turned, running down the ramp of her ship to meet the figure running towards her.

Anakin, she thought as he drew nearer.

Perhaps Dream Ben was wrong, Real Padme thought desperately as they threw their arms around each other in a desperate embrace. Anakin could never be evil.

"I saw your ship," Anakin said as they pulled away slightly. Padme gripped his arms tight, as if by letting go he would disappear forever. He seemed to sense her unease, and he kissed her quickly. "What are you doing out here?" he asked as he pulled away.

"I was so worried about you," Padme said as she began to rub his arms with her fingers. "Obi-Wan told me terrible things," she was shaking her head, looking at Anakin as if to beg him to tell her that it wasn't true. As if he would smile and say that it was all just a cruel joke the men were playing on each other.

But Anakin didn't do those things. "What things?" He demanded, his voice harsh, and he moved as if he were about to pull away. Padme's grip tightened.

"He said that you turned to the dark side," her voice was so desperate, and she looked at the space between them for a moment, gathering the courage to continue. "That you killed younglings!"

She looked up to see his expression, but it was…unsettling. It was almost detached, as if he were going to convince her of something that he didn't quite believe himself. "Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me," He said.

Why would he do that? Real Padme wondered—Ben had nothing to gain by doing that. Dream Padme seemed to think the same thing. "He cares about us." She insisted.

Something cold entered Anakin's eyes, and for the first time, Padme looked into his normally beautiful blue eyes and couldn't help but think that they were like ice, ice that could not be melted even by the heat of this desolate place. "Us?" There was a warning in his voice, and Padme could feel shivers going down her back.

Stop talking, Real Padme wanted to warn Dream Padme, can't you see that he's not the Anakin you know?!

But she was continuing. "He knows." She was nodding her head, "He wants to help you." Anakin smiled then, but it wasn't a smile that held any joy. It was the smile of a man who was so consumed by bitterness that he believed that no one could help him now. Dream Padme switched tactics. "Anakin, all I want is your love."

But Anakin was shaking his head. "Love won't save you, Padme." From what? Real Padme wanted to scream—what could possibly be so dangerous that Dream Anakin would become this…this monster?! "Only my new powers can do that."

So Ben had been right. Padme desperately wanted to wake up. Whatever was coming, she didn't want to see it. But she didn't wake up. She tried closing her eyes, but the dream kept playing out, as if she were actually experiencing an awful, real nightmare. "At what cost? You're a good person, don't do this!" She was begging now, but there was hope in her voice, as if she were convinced that she could get Anakin to come back to reality.

"I won't lose you the way I lost my mother." Real Padme remembered the earlier dream where Anakin had told her about the death of his mother, how he had killed people then too, and a shiver went down her spine.

Wake. UP. WAKE UP. WAKE UP!

"I have become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of, and I'm doing it for you. To protect you." Padme felt sick. How could he say such things? Didn't he remember what he'd once stood for? What she stood for?

WAKE UP!

She let go of his arms, burying her hands in the curls of his hair. "Come away with me," This was what he'd always wanted her to say. Maybe if she just gave him what he wanted…. "Help me raise our child. Leave everything else behind while we still can!" She could see the hesitation in his eyes when she spoke, but she also saw something else: fear. He was afraid of something, something that trumped his desire to do the right thing. But what was it?

"Don't you see? We don't have to run away anymore! I have brought peace to the Republic! I am more powerful than the Jedi and the Chancellor," he paused, and Padme could see the fear, the desperation, driving him over the edge. "I can overthrow him!" Padme let go of him and took a step back. "And together you and I can rule the galaxy, make things the way we want them to be!"

His smile was not quite sane. It was the smile of a man who had lost hope in anything good.

It was not the smile of her Anakin.

PLEASE, Real Padme was screaming, WAKE UP! PLEASE WAKE UP! I CAN'T SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, PLEASE!

But she was backing away, and Padme could feel her heart ripping to shreds. She shook her head, "I don't believe what I'm hearing. Obi-Wan was right! You've changed!"

The smile wiped off his face. She thought maybe she'd gotten through to him, but instead he scowled and said, "I don't want to hear any more about Obi-Wan." There was a warning in his voice, a warning that Padme heeded. "The Jedi turned against me, don't YOU turn against me!"

Never before had Padme ever felt so threatened. The man before her was NOT Anakin. She should run.

But she didn't.

"I don't know you anymore," Padme had never heard her voice so broken, "Anakin, you're breaking my heart! You're going down a path that I can't follow!"

To anyone else who claimed to love a person, those words would have been enough to get them to at least rethink their decisions. Not Anakin. He looked like he was objectively considering the situation, like a soldier, not a husband. "Because of Obi-Wan?"

"Because of what you've done! Of what you plan to do!" There. She saw it. Hesitation. But then his expression hardened again. "Stop, stop now! Come back! I love you!"

But he began to move, his face furious. "LIAR!"

WAKE UP NOW!

Padme turned and saw Obi-Wan walking down the ramp of her ship, a determined look on his face. She instantly realized what this must look like to Anakin—he assumed she had brought Obi-Wan there to kill him. She whirled back to her husband. "No!" She begged, her voice cracking.

NO, PLEASE WAKE UP!

"You're with him!" Anakin was pacing like a lion trapped in a corner, ready to pounce. "You brought him here to kill me!" He whirled on her.

"NO!" She began to beg, but he lifted his hand.

He wasn't near her, but she could feel a fist suddenly enclosing around her throat. Her hands went to her throat in shock, as if she couldn't believe what was happening, but it was.

Anakin was choking her.

She shook her head, her heart shattering into irreparable pieces, and she looked into her once kind husband's eyes, only seeing hate and betrayal.

"Let her go, Anakin!" She distantly heard Obi-Wan yell.

How had it come to this? What had gone wrong? How could he betray her? Didn't he love her? Did he EVER love her? She looked into his eyes and choked out one last plea: his name. "A—Anakin?"

He didn't stop.

"LET. HER. GO." Obi-Wan demanded.

Something dawned in Anakin's eyes—a sort of realization. He released his grip, and she gulped in air as her knees gave out and she collapsed into darkness.

She sank into the darkness. It was thick and all encompassing. She felt as if it were never ending, and it consumed her as she lay there.

She screamed. She could hear the wails of babies from somewhere in the darkness, and she felt a driving need to get to them. But something was wrong. She felt as if something were rotting from within, cutting off her vitals. Slowly she felt her body beginning to fail, and try as she might, she couldn't fight back. She wanted to tell someone what was wrong, but she was still screaming.

Finally, it all stopped. Her breathing went shallow. "There's good in him. I know…I know there is…still…"

No! Don't die! Wake up! Please, WAKE. UP!

Finally Padme awoke, screaming bloody murder.


Anakin had probably been asleep for about two hours before Padme began to toss and turn. He woke up, frowning, trying to drag his mind out of the grogginess of sleep. "Anakin," Padme moaned, and her voice was filled with fear.

"Padme?" Anakin asked, his voice cracking as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. When he realized she was talking in her sleep, he suddenly felt more awake. "Sweetheart, it's just a dream. Wake up." He reached over and placed a hand on her cheek.

She didn't wake up.

She continued to call his name, getting louder. Growing concerned, Anakin sat up, reaching over to try to steady her with his hands. "Padme, wake up." His voice was firm now, loud enough that it should have woken her up without waking Mindy.

It didn't work. She began to thrash, pushing at his hands, trying to get him off. Tears were falling down her face.

Something was wrong. He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Padme!" He was yelling now, trying to get her to hear him, but she was lost to him. Fear began to grip his heart, and as he tried to shake her awake, he felt a sense of utter helplessness.

What was happening to his Angel?

Suddenly she went limp, but not the limpness of someone sleeping. It was the limpness of someone who had died.

Panic threatened to overwhelm Anakin. No, not again! He couldn't even see a threat to protect her. He couldn't fail her again! Not no, not when he was trying to do the right thing! "PADME!" He was yelling, shaking her now. Distantly, he could hear someone calling his name, and the sound of a locked door jiggling.

He didn't care. He cared that Padme looked like she'd just died.

Check for a pulse, he thought, and he reached down to do so, but before he could, Padme suddenly gasped, her eyes flying wide open, and she began shrieking.

He had never heard such a horrific sound. Never, in all of his years as Darth Vader, in all of the countless battled he'd fought, had he ever heard such a despairing, awful sound. It chilled him to the core, and he didn't stop her as she ripped herself out of his arms, falling to the floor with a hard thud, dragging all of the blankets with her.

She wouldn't stop the noise. Over and over again, she kept shrieking. At first, Anakin could do nothing but just kneel there on the bed, staring at her dumbly with wide eyes, but after a moment he pulled himself off of the bed and down on the ground, reaching for her, but not touching her.

She didn't look at him. She just kept making that noise. Her voice was beginning to go hoarse, but she kept going. Her entire body was shaking violently, and half of her hair had fallen out of that updo she had put it in for the Gala. Her eyes were bloodshot. It was as if something had snapped.

"Padme?" Anakin tried, his own voice cracking. "Angel, please stop! Tell me…tell me what happened?" To anyone else, he would have barked that as an order. But with Padme…the way she was acting…he somehow didn't think that was the right thing to do in this moment.

She didn't stop.

Carefully, he took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him, trying to choke back his own tears. Force, he was terrified. And he wasn't even sure why yet. "Padme. Angel. Please, talk to me?"

Her eyes locked with his, and slowly she stopped screaming, her eyes losing some of that wild terror. She breathed hard, keeping her gaze locked on his, and finally she broke into sobs.

Hesitantly, he pulled her into his arms, rubbing circles into her back with one hand while the other stroked her hair. "What happened Angel?" He whispered.

She began to shake her head, and she began trying to speak but it didn't come out understandable the first few tries. Finally, she croaked, "Make the dreams go away."

Anakin froze. Dreams. This had all started with a dream. But usually he was the one getting the nightmares. Honestly, he hadn't had a nightmare since he had come to this world. But now Padme was getting nightmares?

Whatever it was, it was bad.

"Talk to me," he soothed, kissing her forehead. "What happened in the dream?"

She stiffened suddenly, and she pulled away from him, shaking violently. Slowly, she stood and headed toward the bathroom. Hesitantly, his mind whirling, he followed after her, standing in the doorway as she splashed her face with water, leaning on the sink for support.

When she was finished, she turned and pushed past him back into the room, pacing. Again, Anakin was distantly aware of someone yelling from the other side of the door, but neither Anakin or Padme cared at that moment.

Anakin was beginning to wonder if Padme would ever tell him when she finally spoke. "I've…I've been having dreams lately. Most of them are just…filled with images." Already she had lost half of her voice. If he wasn't so concerned, he might have insisted that she rest her voice to keep it from getting worse. "Sometimes, though, I see….I see scenes. Very clear, distinct scenes." Her eyes were wide, and she wasn't really seeing things around her. "They're filled with strange creatures…the type you'd see in cheesy Sci-Fi movies. They're filled with Jedi and Sith and other things that I don't understand." She turned her wild, wide eyed gaze on him. "And you. You're always in them."

Anakin was speechless. He knew what this meant, but he didn't want to believe it was happening. How could the Force be so cruel to show her the memories of the Padme in his past? The Padme he had failed so miserably?

She continued. "Tonight…it started innocently enough. I was…" a blush rose on her cheeks. "I was pregnant. You were so happy. And then…Ben was there. He told me you had done horrible things. I didn't…I didn't want to believe him. So I came to find you. You…you weren't you. You were someone…someone horrible!" Anakin flinched. "I tried to get you to come back to me. I tried to get you to at least run away with me. But then Ben was there. You thought….you thought I'd brought him to kill you, and you lashed out at me." Fresh tears slid down her face. "You choked me!

"Then I was in darkness. I could feel my body dying. I could hear the sound of babies crying, and I knew that they needed me, but I couldn't go to them. I…I died." She whirled back to him, shaking, and threw her arms around him, breathing hard. "Tell me it's not real. I know it isn't, but they don't feel like a dream. Just tell me everything will be alright, that this is reality and my dreams can't hurt me." Anakin couldn't hold her back. His arms hung limply at his side, useless. When he didn't respond, she looked up, her eyes wide and fearful. "Tell me!"

He wanted to. Darth Vader would have told her what she wanted to hear just so that he could keep her with him forever. But Anakin…Anakin couldn't do that. He had to tell her the truth. No more lies. No more hiding things.

It was time for the truth.

He looked away and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Padme. It's all true. All of it." He waited for her reaction. He was met with silence. He didn't dare look back at her. "I come from another galaxy, a galaxy that is torn apart by war. In this galaxy, there were a group of Jedi, people who could use the Force, a power that connects every living thing in the entire universe. They were supposed to be peacemakers, defenders of justice. But there were also Sith, those who used the Force to do evil."

He looked down at her. She was frozen, her arms still around him. She looked at him with wide eyes. "I used to live there. I was a Jedi. You also lived there. You were a Senator from a planet called Naboo. We fell in love...we knew that by marrying in secret, our lives might end in tragedy." He took a deep breath. "And they did. And it was all my fault."

Slowly, she pulled away, shaking her head. "Stop it." Her voice shook and cracked. "Stop saying that right now."

"I know it's difficult to believe," He began, "But it's true, and I can explain it all if you'd just…"

"NO!" She shouted, cutting him off. "Stop talking! They're just dreams! Stop being cruel and telling me that they aren't!" she whirled away and began to open her drawer.

"Padme. Please listen. Just give me a chance to explain everything, and then you can judge for yourself…"

She whirled, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in her arms. "NO. I don't have to listen to this! It's crazy! It sounds like a weird Star Trek episode! I'm obviously terrified and you are NOT helping!"

"I'm telling you the truth!" He struggled to maintain his voice level. She ignored him, throwing on her own clothes, tossing his to the floor carelessly. "Padme…"

"DON'T!" She whirled, her hands out, and he could see that she clearly didn't want him to touch her. "Just…leave me alone!"

His heart ripped to shreds at those words. How had everything been so perfect only to end like this?

Perhaps it was always meant to end this way, he thought—in fact, deep down, he'd known this would happen, and he'd gone through with it anyway. He had no one to blame but himself.

Still. He tried one last time. "Padme. Please." His voice broke. "I love you."

She paused at that, looking at him with betrayal in her eyes, and he instantly flashed back to the look she'd given him when he'd choked her that night on Mustafar. "I told you that I loved you in my dream too. That didn't stop you either."

With that, she turned and walked out. When she opened the door, Mindy stood there, her eyes wide, her expression worried and confused. "Padme?" she started, but all Padme did was give her a look. Whatever it was, it made Mindy pale and she took a step back, just enough so that Padme shoved past her and out of sight.

Mindy and Anakin stood there in silence until they heard the front door slam. Even then, neither said a word for a very, very long time.


MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I told my sister about this chapter, and she just looked at me and said, "You are evil, and cruel. I hope you know that." Yes. Yes I do. On a side note, I finally saw The Force Awakens! I LOVED it! I won't say spoilers though.

REVIEW! Or I may wait a month to update...MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Love,

Sarah

Ps. The song for...uh, the lovely beginning of this chapter is Can't Help Falling In Love by Haley Reinhart and I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith.

P.S.S. I posted the Pintrest link on my profile. You have to copy and paste the link into a tab to view it. I've labeled most things. The dresses from last chapter are sort of farther down since they were some of the first things I thought about when planning this story.