" . . . What would you do if I kissed you?"

...


Obi-Wan slumped into the chair and lazily let his eyelids close for but a few seconds, hoping he could get what he called '10 winks' before the Healers
came in to give Anakin his diagnosis. There weren't many options at the moment - Anakin was still incapable of talking, so thinking of striking up a
conversation was out of the question.

It was either that or pacing around the room, doing basically nothing, plus Obi-Wan needed to catch up on some sleep - otherwise he feared he might
fall asleep in the middle of one of Master Yoda's lectures.

Hey, that isn't such a bad idea, Obi-Wan joked. He knew it was petty to laugh at himself, but did he really have a choice at the moment? Adi was in the
middle of a conversation with one of the peace talkers from Sleara-Three, trying to explain how Jedi did not take kindly to their kind getting hurt or kidnapped.

Obi-Wan could imagine the conversation raging - Adi would be barely keeping her temper in check and the peace-talker would be in a distraught state, if
he weren't already. Obi-Wan was to be likely the one that would calm her down at the end of the day.

Not that he mind doing it. Obi-Wan grinned yet again as childish thoughts entered his head.

You have got a dirty mind, Obi-Wan Kenobi! He scolded himself, Relax . . . Relax . . .get those thoughts out of your head . . . out I said.

Now that he gotten himself started he could just not stop. Without warning, Obi-Wan flew from his chair and began to pace the room. After a few moments
of pacing he sighed deeply and sat back down in the seat again, letting his eyelids close once again.

Anakin watched this display in disbelief.

How foolish he was to try and keep something like this from me. Oh, how I'd love to sit here and tease him. Anakin nodded and opened his mouth to
speak and tried to push the words out by yet again nothing came.

Anakin sighed and he felt like he was going to cry. He breathed in deeply and that's when the horrible flashbacks started. He had dreamt of those nights
in the cell alone and without food.

His dreams had been plagued with that Sith and his little mechanical droids that seemed to obey any and every order. The Sith himself had long since
given up any thought of humanity, slavery or the greater good.

Power - that was his mentor, his safe blanket from the cold. Anakin reached down and pulled one of the thick blankets over him and, like his Master, tried
to rest his weary bones. He closed his eyes, pushed those thoughts of terror to the back of his mind and began to enter his own little dream world.


*The Dream*


Anakin sighed and opened his eyes, slowly adjusting to the small amount of light that the room was lit with. Anakin noticed that this didn't seem to be his
bedroom and even more clearly that this wasn't his bed in which he was laying on.

Without a second thought, he bolted from the bed. He looked down at the sheets - they seemed to be covered in the blood red petals of roses. Upon
further inspection of the room he found that it was lit by about 20 or so candles that were placed in different areas all round the room. He looked down at
what he was wearing for a second and had to gasp. It was like something out of Romeo and Juliet.

He wore a plain white tunic, which exposed nearly his entire muscular chest. He also noted that he seemed to be wearing some tight black leather jeans.
His hair was in the same Padawan hairstyle that it had been in if he was awake.

Suddenly without warning the door to the room opened slightly. He strode towards the door eagerly to see who seemed to be creeping so hastily into
this room.

A strand of long brown mocha coloured hair peeked round the corner. Without warning the owner of the long hair gently slammed the door as she entered
with her back turned to Anakin. It was clear that this person was a female.

She's quite beautiful, even from this view, Anakin commented. The woman sighed deeply and turned around. Her hair seemed to follow her as she turned
her head to face him.

Her face was pure white and looked so tiny. Her eyes were a soft brown colour that matched her hair. Her nose looked ever so like a cute little button
and her lips were full and gave off a light shade of red, that just made Anakin want to kiss her.

She wore a simple V-neck lavender dress that had bright flowers imprinted all over it. Her height was considerably shorter than that of Anakin, but at the
moment Anakin couldn't care. All he could do was stare at this Angel.

Angel - he knew that word - Angel.

He had said it to somebody before, not just any of his girlfriends, but somebody special in his heart. This women was beautiful, he only couldn't remember
her name.

"Ani," the woman whispered in a sexy voice.

She knows my nickname.

As if by magic he whispered, "Padme."

Queen Amidala . . . Padme . . Pad . . . Ami. She still looks just as beautiful after all these years . . . stop this, Ani, this is a dream and she's not real.

"I love it when you call me that," she replied as she launched herself into his arms. He grabbed onto her and their bodies molded together in a
bone-crushing hug. He stroked her hair softly and she mumbled something incoherent.

Without realizing it, Anakin brushed away the hair and began to kiss her neck slowly. She mumbled something yet again . . .then all of the sudden he
heard her scream.

Anakin stopped suddenly - thinking he had done something wrong.

"Ani, look!" Anakin let go of her and turned to where she was pointing.

Oh Sith

Anakin grabbed Padme and pushed her behind him. He turned back around to face those cold yellow eyes yet again.

"I've come back for you, Skywalker," the Sith spat, "I vowed I would take everything you hold dear away from you and I'll keep that promise now."

"This is not real!" Anakin yelled back. The Sith nodded and smiled.

"One cannot fool you can they?" the Sith said, "now give me the Queen!"

"No!" Anakin yelled back and reached for his lightsaber which could usually be found on his belt. Strangely enough, it wasn't there. The Sith laughed as
he saw Anakin frantically search for his lost weapon.

The Sith lifted his hand and began to Force-pull Padme to him. Anakin yelled and tried to grab her at the last moment.

"Padme, don't leave me!"

"Ani, Annnnnaaakkiiiinn!" she yelled fiercely. The Sith laughed and pushed Padme down onto her knees in front of
him.

"Now watch her die, Skywalker," the Sith yelled, "watch her sacrifice herself for
you!"

"Nnnnoooo!! Padme! Stop!" Anakin yelled. The Sith had somehow managed to freeze Anakin in that exact spot - preventing him from moving.

Padme was in tears and kept yelling out Anakin's name in sheer terror. Without warning, the Sith formed a fist using his left hand and proceeded to
Force-choke Padme. With her last breath she managed to spit out a few words.

"I love you."

Tears sprang to Anakin eyes as he watched this terrible scene.

"Noooo!!"


*End of Dream*

Anakin bolted up from his pillow and tried to take deep, long breaths to calm himself. Obi-Wan, who was by now awake, stood beside the bed.

"What happened? What did you see?" Obi-Wan asked.


To Be continued.....