"Padme!" Ahsoka screamed, slamming on the brakes. She watched as Padme's car was hit, a horrible screeching sound of metal hitting metal and glass shattering filling the air. The two vehicles skidded across the intersection, tires squealing, and Ahsoka was terrified that Padme's car would roll from the impact, but thankfully, after what seemed like forever, the vehicles stopped, Padme's car on the sidewalk at the other end of the street.

Sola had hurriedly handed Ahsoka the keys to her SUV as Padme had pulled out of the driveway, tasking Ahsoka with the job of getting to the bottom of Padme's sudden unexplained departure, and Ahsoka had done a pretty good job of following Padme as she took rushed turns around corners, but watching the black SUV slam into Padme like that…

Ahsoka's heart was thundering in her chest as she pulled over where she was, throwing Sola's SUV into park. She didn't bother turning it off before she got out, the flung open door blocking her from view.

She was still a ways away from the crash site, far back enough that emergency vehicles could get there and help. She pulled out her phone to call them, her mind whirling with questions. How bad was Padme injured? Would she be okay? Was there anyone else hurt? How was she going to tell Anakin?

As her fingers began to dial 911, she stretched out with the Force…and froze, her fingers stilled on the touchscreen.

She felt a very, very dark Force signature in the SUV that had hit Padme.

"What the…" she began, frowning, but was cut off as the SUV door opened and out stepped a tall, bulky, hooded thing, dressed all in black. Logically, since there were no alien life forms on this planet (that anyone knew of), the thing had to be human, and the Force confirmed it to be so. However, his entire being was filled with so much malice and hate, that Ahsoka didn't view him as entirely human at all. How could anyone hold that much evil within their being?

He's a Sith, she thought, her hand reaching to her side to grab her lightsabers….only to remember that she didn't have them.

Ahsoka cursed as she watched the man stretch out a gloved hand toward Padme's BMW, using the Force to pry it away from the front of his SUV. Sadly, Padme's smaller car had sustained much more damage than the SUV's bumper. Ahsoka's throat tightened as she viewed the full impact of the damage. The entire driver's side was totally crunched in, but air bags could be seen pressed against the windows.

Although, due to the holiday, the street was largely empty, a man appeared from a convenience store at the other end of the street, holding a cell phone in his hand. Ahsoka opened her mouth to yell at him to stay away, but the hooded man whipped around, and Ahsoka saw the hilt of the lightsaber right before it ignited with a brilliantly red blade.

The man froze in shock…and turned around, quickly heading back into the store. Thankfully, he had the sense to run instead of face the monster who had hit Padme. Even Ahsoka wasn't sure how to save Padme weaponless against a man like this.

The hooded figure withdrew the lightsaber, turned and, using the Force, yanked Padme's door off, sending it flying, landing with a crash somewhere Ahsoka couldn't see. Ahsoka strained to see Padme, but the man completely blocked her view as he reached into the car.

He was going to take Padme! Ahsoka began to start forward to stop him, trying to think of what she could do against him without her lightsabers…and stopped. Sure, she had fought Force users without her lightsabers before, but that was another life time, years ago. She hadn't tried that here in this world…ever. And if she made a wrong move, she, or worse, Padme, would get hurt.

Anakin would never forgive her if Padme got hurt.

She took a deep breath, willing the Force to wash over her as the man pulled Padme out, throwing her over his shoulder. Her head hung limply, her hair falling in curled waves down the Sith's back. Ahsoka could see blood dripping from her forehead, and one of her arms hung at an awkward angle. It took everything in Ahsoka not to run over and fight tooth and nail to get her away from the man and to medical attention.

But the Force confirmed her suspicions.

It will not do any good to get yourself killed, it seemed to whisper, follow, and call for backup.

Ahsoka hated it, but she knew the Force was right. It would be better to call Obi-Wan and Anakin for help…especially since she knew Obi-Wan was equipped to fight this guy.

So, as she watched the man shove Padme into his SUV, Ahsoka quietly slipped back into her own vehicle, calling on the Force to keep her shielded from notice as she reached for her cell phone.


Anakin sat on the couch in Obi-Wan's apartment, listening as his mother talked on the phone about Thanksgiving at their home. Anakin had to admit the holiday was a strange one. To Anakin, it seemed like a holiday completely dedicated to overeating food and a sport called "football," which was now muted on the TV screen in the living room. Obi-Wan had tried to explain the fundamentals of the game to Anakin but had been interrupted by Shmi's phone call. So, instead Obi-Wan sat on the other end of the couch, occasionally making quiet noises of disappointment or excitement over…whatever it was the players were doing on the screen.

"Oh, and Owen and Beru have adopted a baby!" Schmi added.

"A baby? Really?" Anakin echoed, thinking immediately of his own children. He pushed that thought away before he could think about it too much. It was too painful.

"Yes. The baby isn't due yet, but they've met with the mother, and she's agreed to let them adopt the baby." Schmi's excitement was evident in her voice. "Isn't that wonderful, Ani?"

"Yeah, Mom,"Anakin smiled, but he couldn't help but feel that it was a stiff smile. Talking about children was always hard on him, but his mother seemed happy, so he wasn't going to bring down the conversation. He'd noticed Obi-Wan got quiet though.

"The baby should be born shortly before Christmas. Maybe, if you come up then, you'll meet her?" He heard the question...and hope... in his mother's voice. She had not been happy when he'd told her he wasn't going to come home for Thanksgiving (mainly because he didn't realize how much of a big deal Thanksgiving was until it was too late), but he knew how major this…Christmas holiday... was. Ever since Halloween ended, he'd seen a plethora of advertisements for it on TV, on the Internet, on the radio, and in stores, and Mindy had rattled on and on about it to him as well.

"Maybe," He said, about to ask her for more details on the whole 'Christmas' thing, when suddenly a very, very bad feeling washed over him.

He froze, looking sharply at Obi-Wan, who had suddenly sat up straight, his lips pulled into a tight frown. He felt it too. "Mom," he slowly said, "I need to go. Something's come up."

"What, Ani?" she began, but he was already turning the device off. Normally, he would never cut his mother off like that, but he hadn't felt the Force give him this strong of a warning in a very, very long time.

Something was wrong. Something was dreadfully wrong.

Anakin opened his mouth to ask Obi-Wan if he had any clearer direction from the Force, since Anakin was still struggling with it, but before he could do so, his phone rang again. He glanced down, half expecting to see his mother's ID, but instead…

It was Padme's.

Inhaling sharply, he quickly moved his thumb to click the green icon on his touch screen, but the call ended before he could answer it. He frowned. Had she accidentally called him? He wanted to believe that was the case, even while he secretly thrilled at the idea of hearing her voice again, but the bad feeling suddenly intensified, and somehow he knew that whatever it was, Padme was in trouble.

He abruptly stood, breathing hard. "Padme's in trouble."

Obi-Wan stood as well, a troubled look on his face. "I think you're right."

Oh Force, if Obi-Wan was agreeing with him, then it had to be bad. Anakin was almost afraid to ask what it was that Obi-Wan was feeling.

He didn't get the chance; however, as Obi-Wan turned and walked to his bedroom before Anakin could force the words out of his mouth. Anakin was about to go after him and demand why he was going to his room when they should have been headed to Obi-Wan's truck, when again, his phone rang. He looked down, hoping that it was Padme, but it wasn't.

It was Ahsoka.

He rushed to answer it. "Ahsoka, what's going on?"

"Anakin," Ahsoka breathed in a rush. Anakin listened hard, not only to her, but to the noises he could hear in the background. It sounded like she was driving. "Padme's been kidnapped!"

"WHAT?!", he yelled, panic overwhelming him. It wasn't like Padme hadn't been kidnapped before and had gotten herself out of it, but it still didn't lessen the blow of the news. This Padme didn't remember the things his Padme knew to get out of those situations. She could get hurt, or worse, killed…

"She was driving her car and was hit by an SUV in an intersection. Her car was broadsided on the driver's side." Oh Force, it just kept getting worse! He almost asked Ahsoka to stop talking, but he knew that he had to save Padme. He needed information to do that. He took several deep breaths to calm himself while he listened. "I was following her in Sola's SUV and saw the crash. I stopped and went to go help, but the person who hit her…Anakin, it was intentional. He's a Sith."

"Did you get a look at his face?" He asked. Good. Keep the questions professional. Try not to get too emotionally involved. Padme wouldn't get saved if they were panicking.

"No," Ahsoka said, "But he's armed with a red lightsaber…which I know isn't much to go on since all Sith seem to prefer red…"

"Focus, Snips," Anakin reminded her.

"Right. Well I'm unarmed, and it became very clear that I couldn't fight him without hurting myself, and possibly Padme, in the process. So I'm following them now."

Well. At least they had eyes on them. If they knew where he was taking her, they could get her back. "Good," He said, feeling years of military command begin to take hold like an old habit. "Keep following them and send me updates on your location. Obi-Wan and I are on our way. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary."

"Got it." The line cut off, and Anakin turned his attention back to where Obi-Wan had gone.

Obi-Wan appeared a second later, holding a box in his hands. His lightsaber was attached to his hip already, and briefly Anakin wondered how he was going to fight. He didn't have a lightsaber, and he still hadn't fully regained his Force powers yet. "Anakin, when I came to this world, I told you that I woke up with my lightsaber." Anakin nodded. "That wasn't the only thing I woke up with." He opened the box, and Anakin peered inside.

There, lying at the bottom, perfectly polished, was his old lightsaber, the one he had fought in the Clone Wars with...the one his son, Luke, had first used.

Anakin reached in and picked it up gingerly, holding it in his hands. A feeling of peace, of rightfulness, filled Anakin. It was like he had found a piece of his soul again that he didn't even know he was missing. He took a step back and ignited it, hearing the familiar hum as it flared, watching the brilliant blue blade glow in the room, and his throat tightened as he struggled to hold back tears.

It felt so good to have this in his hand again.

"I wanted to give it to you earlier, but it wasn't the right time. Now, you're ready." Obi-Wan smiled.

"But I don't have the full use of the Force yet," Anakin reminded him, sheathing the blade. He clipped it to his own belt.

"We may not be practicing with various different fruits today," Obi-Wan mused, "But you have always excelled with a lightsaber, my friend. I trust you, Anakin." He clapped a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "Besides, Padme needs us. She needs you. So, let's go get her back and take out a Sith Lord while we're at it."

Could he do it?, Anakin wondered. Was Obi-Wan right to trust him with such an important task? Anakin had always hated going into battle with someone he couldn't trust…but looking into Obi-Wan's blue eyes, Anakin saw only sincere truthfulness. Somewhere deep within him, Anakin felt a surge of the Force, confirming that this was what he needed to do.

Anakin returned the grin. "Yeah, let's go take down a Sith Lord."


The first thing that Padme felt was bone-jarring, teeth-gritting, earth-shattering pain. Her head pounded with it. Her arm throbbed. Her ribs screamed. She could feel dried blood on her face. Her neck and back were aching, and each breath she took felt like it was burning her from the inside out.

She groaned, willing her consciousness to go back to the numbness of darkness, but that only seemed to wake her up even more, and the more she woke up, the more excruciating agony she felt in every inch of her body. A pained sob escaped her throat, and slowly she opened her eyes.

At first, she didn't see much. Just blurs. But as her vision cleared, she saw that she was in a dimly lit room. Through the pain, she felt the sting of cold air, as if the heater hadn't been turned on in years. There was a chair and a table to her right, but they were covered in dust. She was lying on the cold hard floor.

Where am I?, she thought, and carefully, she began to try to sit up. Wrong move.

As soon as she put weight on her left arm, she collapsed back down to the floor, her entire body seizing with pain. "Kriff!," she whispered, tears welling up and sliding down her cheeks. It took everything in her not to scream. She had felt a lot of pain in her time, but nothing so awful as this. Even dying hadn't been this painful.

She breathed deeply, trying to force the pain away but was agonizingly aware that every breath she took caused waves of pain to radiate throughout her torso. Not good. When it finally subsided somewhat, she opened her eyes and looked down at her left arm.

Immediately, she regretted it.

Her arm was bent at an awkward angle. At first, her mind couldn't comprehend that she was looking at her own arm, but once it did, her reaction was immediate. She rolled to her right side and threw up.

Once, when she was younger, she was at her sister Sola's soccer game. At the end, she was playing in the field with her sister and a boy her sister was interested in at the time. The boy fell, and smashed his arm against the goal post so hard, he broke his arm. He screamed, but Padme had been so grossed out by the angle of his arm that she started screaming too.

Even now, years later, after the ice rink incident and Finn's death, and her memories of the deaths she had seen in her previous life, seeing her arm broken like that… it unnerved her.

Stop this, she mentally scolded herself when she was done—you were a senator! A queen! A warrior! Put on a brave face, get up, and get to work!

She wiped her mouth with her free hand and, using her right hand, forced herself to ignore the pain and sit up.

She didn't get much of a chance to evaluate the situation further. Suddenly, the door to the dark room opened, and in walked a hooded figure dressed all in black, slamming the door behind him. Padme attempted to get up, but when she made a move to do so, she found that her left leg was in pain as well. Risking a glance, she didn't see any obvious breaks. She turned her attention back to the man. "Who are you? What do you want?" She croaked, finding her voice.

For a moment, the hooded man just stood there silently watching her. She could see golden eyes gleaming from beneath the hood, and a chill raced up her spine. She knew what those eyes meant. Sith, she thought grimly. Again, not good.

Finally, he reached up and pulled the hood back from his face, and Padme sucked in a deep breath, which she distantly registered as causing severe pain. Even though he was now clearly human, he had tattooed his whole face red, with black streaks. Underneath the tattoos, however, she could tell that he was still somewhat young. He couldn't have been more than thirty. He had either shaved his head, or gone prematurely bald, and his tattoos continued over the entirety of his head.

She had never met him in her galaxy, but she had known of him, remembering Qui-Gon's encounter with him on Tatooine. Anakin had seen him, though, and described him to her once.

Darth Maul.

"My name is not important," his voice was deep with a raspy quality to it. It sent shivers of dread racing over her skin, and she fought the urge to give into the fear she could feel in her gut. "And, I want nothing of you. I could care less if you lived or died."

Okay, that didn't bode well. Padme's mind raced as she decided what she should do. Should she reveal that she knew who he was? As soon as she thought that, she already knew the answer: No. If she wanted to live, she needed to play dumb. If they found out she knew the truth and she did end up escaping this, they would stop at nothing to kill her immediately. She was sure of it.

And by they, she now knew that meant Palpatine and Maul and whoever else was involved in Palpatine's scheme in this world. Anakin had been right. Oh Force, how could she have forgotten all of this? How many times over the years had she met Palpatine defenseless in this world? Too many times.

"Then why am I here?" She didn't have to force her voice too much to make it tremble. It was seriously cold in the room, and she was more than a bit terrified.

A slow malevolent smirk spread across his face. She half expected fangs, but his teeth were normal human teeth. "Bait."

"Bait?" she echoed, "For who?" She didn't really need to ask that question. With a sinking feeling, she already knew who Maul was trying to lure.

But Maul merely continued to smirk, as if he'd already won the war. "It isn't your concern." He reached down to his belt, grabbing his lightsaber.

Padme's throat tightened as panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced her expression to look more annoyed than frightened. "What do you think you're doing?" She demanded, using her best senator voice. "What's that?" she added for good measure. She had to make the act believable.

Darth Maul paused, as if reconsidering, but he finished pulling it out anyway, igniting it. A snap-hiss was heard and then a red glow filled the room, as the saber hummed to life. Padme remembered seeing Count Dooku's red saber on Geonosis. A Sith blade. Oh perfect. "My Master wants you alive," he hissed, "But he suspects you may…know a little more than you let on. It's my job to find out what you know before your friends get here."

Torture. Kriff!, he was going to torture her! Her mind whirled to think of a way out of this one, but she drew a blank. She was badly injured, and she didn't have a weapon or any political standing to get herself out of trouble this time.

He began to advance on her, stalking forward with a menacing gait, and with her eyes on the red lightsaber, she began to force herself to attempt to slide away from him along the wall, her breathing rapidly increasing as all control began to fade. In all of the bad situations she'd ever gotten into, she'd never once been tortured. She had always been rescued or had escaped before that could happen. But now…

Suddenly, an alarm began to blare from behind the door. Maul paused, turning his head slightly towards the noise. At first, he stood there, listening, before he finally sighed and sheathed the lightsaber. "We'll have to reschedule this," He said, turning away from her. "It seems that your…friends arrived earlier than I expected."

Anakin. She didn't know how prepared he was for a battle against a Sith Lord. Did he even have his lightsaber? All the fear for herself she felt was gone, replaced by fear for her husband. She couldn't lose him, not now, right before she'd finally gotten him back! "No," she began, trying yet again in vain to get up.

But it was too late. Darth Maul left, slamming the door behind him. She heard the lock click into place, and his footsteps retreating down the hall as the alarm continued to blare.

She had to get out of there. Now. Not for her safety, but for the safety of her Ani. If she escaped, perhaps he would leave with her. Maul and Palpatine would have to be dealt with someday, but the thought of either of them dying before they could properly reunite left a devastating hole in her heart.

No. She wouldn't let that happen.

Frantically, she used her good hand to start searching herself. She always had a bobby pin somewhere. That had not changed since she was a senator from Naboo. Even when her hair was straight, she often had at least a few pins in…

Ah, there! In the back pocket of her jeans, she found two hairpins. Forcing herself to ignore the pain radiating through her, Padme maneuvered herself onto her knees and slowly crawled towards the door, being very careful to keep her weight off of her left arm.

It took a while, but she finally reached the door. She studied it, hoping that it wasn't some sort of advanced lock that would either take way too much time to pick or would need better equipment. But thankfully, since this room was obviously little used and old, the lock was fairly simple.

Normally, she needed two hands to pick the lock. With her left hand useless, however, she knew that wasn't going to be an option. "Okay, you can do this" she whispered to herself, as she carefully and slowly inserted the pins into the lock. She held one pin firmly in her right hand, while the other she leaned forward so that she could use her teeth to maneuver it. Here goes nothing, she mentally added as she began to pick the lock.

Be safe, Ani, she thought, I'm coming.


If Ahsoka hadn't followed Padme here, Anakin would have overlooked this building entirely. On the outside, it looked like an abandoned office building. It was a largely unremarkable, boring white stone building, with small windows. "Looks like going through the windows won't be an option," He said to Obi-Wan, who stood next to him observing the building with a keen eye.

"I'm afraid not." Obi-Wan agreed, scratching his beard thoughtfully. "It also seems to have less…security than I expected."

Ahsoka nodded. "I scouted the area before you got here. There doesn't seem to be any guards around. I just saw the man go in, carrying Padme over his shoulder. I haven't seen any sign of other life around here."

"So he's either very confident in his abilities," Obi-Wan said, "Or, this is a trap."

"Or both." Anakin said grimly. "In fact, I'm certain it's both."

"And, if this is who I think it is that's kidnapped her," Obi-Wan added, "Then he is right to be confident in his abilities." He turned to Anakin. "If this is indeed Darth Maul, be on your guard, Anakin. Do not take him lightly. It took both Qui-Gon and I combined to weaken him, and even then, he didn't actually die."

Anakin heard the worry in Obi-Wan's voice. He may have trusted Anakin, but to go against a Sith Lord, even fully armed with the Force, was an extremely difficult task. Still, Anakin wasn't quite the same Jedi he had been when he was fighting across the galaxy to destroy the Sith. He himself was a former Sith Lord, and he, unfortunately, knew too much about being one.

But perhaps that could be useful.

"There are some things that I can't…no, won't... do for the sake of keeping my promise to stay on the Light Side of the Force," Anakin said, reaching for his saber. "But I can still try some useful tricks I've learned." He glanced at Obi-Wan. "But don't rely on them winning this battle for us. They're tricks compared to what I used to do. So, pay attention out there, okay?"

Anakin watched the relief flood into Obi-Wan's eyes. "I'm proud of you, Anakin." He said softly, "Whatever happens today, I want you to know that."

"Okay, you two. You're making me sick with all the brotherly love stuff." Ahsoka said, playfully rolling her eyes.

Anakin smirked. "Don't be jealous, Snips."

"I'm anything but that, Sky Guy." Her smile faded. "Well. I might be jealous that you have lightsabers." She looked at Obi-Wan hopefully. "You didn't happen to wake up with any other lightsabers, did you?"

"Unfortunately, no." He thought for a moment. "I don't want you getting involved in the fight without the proper equipment, Ahsoka. Perhaps, you could go inside and find Padme and get her out to safety."

"That's a great idea," Anakin agreed, although, inwardly he wished that he could be the one to go find Padme. It wasn't that he didn't trust Ahsoka to find her and get her out of there. He trusted Ahsoka completely with Padme's safety. But, an anxious knot had formed in his stomach, a knot that grew bigger and bigger with each moment that Padme was in danger, a knot that wouldn't go away until he saw for himself that she was okay.

But, Obi-Wan needed help, and Anakin knew he had to remove the danger permanently to keep Padme safe for longer than just a few days.

Ahsoka seemed reluctant to let the two men go fight without her, but she knew that they were right. She also knew what a formidable team they had always been together. With a reluctant sigh, she nodded. "Okay." She said. "I'm on it. Just...Be careful."

"We will." Anakin assured her.

"May the Force be with You," Ahsoka said to them, preparing to dart through the door.

"May the Force be with You, too, Snips," Anakin said with a small smile.

"Alrighty, if we have our plan," Obi-Wan said, grabbing his own lightsaber, "Then let's get this over with."

Anakin nodded and followed Obi-Wan towards the front of the building, Ahsoka trailing behind.

As they approached the building, Anakin couldn't help but notice how eerily quiet it was. No birds sang in the trees. The city, which still surrounded them, seemed far away, all sounds of the city muted. It was as if this building had its own life force, and it was pushing away anything else that had life. Even with his diminished use of the Force, Anakin could feel the presence of death lingering around the place.

They approached unstopped. They paused at the door, its tan paint peeling off. They were still expecting some sort of guard to try to stop them or shout a warning that they were coming.

But, no one showed up to do so.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Ahsoka whispered.

"Me, too," Anakin agreed with a frown. With a deep breath, Anakin reached forward and pulled open the door…

Alarms began to scream, a red light in the deserted hallway flashing. "So much for no security," Obi-Wan mused.

"Now would be the time to split up," Anakin said, turning to Ahsoka. "Find Padme, get her out of here. If she needs immediate medical attention, do not wait for us. Padme's safety comes before our own."

Ahsoka nodded. "Got it, SkyGuy," She said before she darted into the building and around a corner, out of sight.

"Ready?"Anakin asked Obi-Wan, stepping into the building.

"Right behind you." Both Jedi ignited their lightsabers, the blue and green glow lighting the way for them.

The alarm continued to ring out as they began to search the deserted halls. The walls were stark white and narrow, occasionally littered with graffiti. Dust coated the floor, along with paper and beer bottles and other trash. They walked carefully, tense, their senses on high alert, searching for any threat. They searched each room they passed—some of the doors had been broken in, while others had to be kicked down. All they found were empty dusty rooms with tables and chairs and other trash knocked around.

"This feels like a horror movie," Obi-Wan muttered.

"I've never seen one of those. Mindy wanted me to for Halloween, but we didn't really have time with the party." Anakin responded casually. He vaguely remembered the many times he and Obi-Wan would be on a mission together, and in between mission objectives, they would talk to each other like this. Small talk, chit chat, nothing stressful. A minor distraction to lighten the mood. With a longing pang in his chest, he realized how much he'd missed that with Obi-Wan.

"When we're done with this little adventure," Obi-Wan said, "Remind me to show you one, like Friday the 13th. That's a good one."

"If we tell Mindy about it, I'm sure she'll make it into a party." Anakin smirked at the idea. Mindy had a talent for turning anything into a party.

"Please, don't tell Mindy for that very reason."

Anakin snorted. "You're just mad because she made you wear a chicken suit."

"So what if I am?"

"Cluck, cluck."

Obi-Wan shot him a look that said, Stuff it. Anakin grinned, rolling his eyes as they finished checking that level and headed on to the next.

As they reached the next level, both men suddenly felt a strong warning pulse through the Force. They stopped at the door to the next level, both of them glancing at each other. "Did you feel that?" Anakin asked through the Force.

Obi-Wan nodded his head affirmatively, positioning his lightsaber into a defensive position. "On three." Anakin nodded as Obi-Wan put a hand to the handle of the door. "One…two…."

"Three!" Anakin finished, and Obi-Wan flung open the door, both men jumping through it with sabers ready…

To meet the red blade of a Sith lightsaber, Darth Maul's tattooed face grinning viciously in the glowing light of all three sabers.


I was going to make this chapter longer, but battle scenes are hard to write, and...well, the last cliffhanger was really mean, and I didn't want to keep you waiting that long. So here you go!

To answer a reviewer question, we didn't get the idea of the snippet from the lightsaber scene in Force Awakens, although I thought about the parallel as I was writing that scene. My Beta Reader SW and I discussed it at the end of October, and I've been waiting that long to FINALLY write it! I was so happy with the finished product. I'm glad everyone is enjoying it too! Even if the cliffhangers are crazy right now. But these are intense chapters, and intense chapters tend to do that, even in novels. Sadly, this isn't complete yet, so... hang in there guys.

Review! I'm going to go see The Force Awakens for the THIRD TIME tonight! :D Because I'm in love with it, that's why. *single forever*

Love,

Sarah