Author's Notes: Don't you just hate it when you're too lazy to add anything? And then when you're finally in a writing mood... You have to study for a math test? Well that's the situation I'm in.. Except I decided not to study for math. *thanks the maker for her mathamatical ablilties making her able to get perfect without thinking* So, here's the next chapter. And sorry in advance to all Obi-wan fans for the mild Obi bashing... I didn't mean for it to come out that way...

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Only In My Heart: Chapter Two

He smiled at her with white teeth and a look of relief washing over his face. "I'm so glad to see you're safe Padmé."
She gave the bearded man a look of confusion and mild anger. "I'm perfectly safe here. I don't know why I would be in trouble when you have guards posted around the building at all hours of the day."
"Anakin is looking for you." Only then did Padmé notice the sweat dripping from Obi-wan's face and several scars of battle on his shredded tunic. Or was it just from the rain? She looked up into his blue-gray eyes with concern.
But as logic kicked in, the concern turned to anger. "Then why did you come here?! If you don't want him finding me then why would you risk him following you!"
"I'm the only one that can protect you Padmé. And if he's looking for you, you'll need protection."
"I don't need protection!" she blasted. "I'm quite capable of protecting myself thank-you." She moved her hand towards the door control button to close Obi-wan off quickly, but was no match for his Jedi reflexes.
"You don't know what you're up against. He's stronger now, and angry." Obi-wan's voice was full of calm, but Padmé saw through that.
"He loves me, and I love him. There's no way that he'll kill me. He would die before anyone harmed me." She looked Obi-wan in the eyes with anger.
"I'm only trying to protect you Padmé."
"You should be more worried about your own safety Obi-wan. It's your fault that he is this way. If you hadn't made him choose, he would still be with us today." Her voice was full of emotion as her eyes started to fill with tears from the memories.
Obi-wan stood there dumbfounded. His gaze then drifted from Padmé to his boots. "I don't want him killing another innocent person… because of me."
"Then leave! He'll follow you and he won't be near me or anyone else innocent!"
"He'll still follow you Padmé. When he wants someone dead, they will die. The Dark Side flows strongly and easily in him and he'll stop at nothing to kill someone."
"Then I'll get off the planet or something." There was nothing more for her here anyways.
"I'll go with you then."
"No! I will not be going anywhere with you. It's your fault he's even like this and if I'm with you, he will kill both of us." Padmé moved her hand back up to the door control panel and pressed the white button locking herself off from Obi- wan's so called protection.
"Padmé please," Obi-wan's cry was muffled from behind the door, but Padmé wouldn't answer; he had caused enough trouble these past few months she would not allow him to cause more. Padmé whipped the tears that had fallen away from her face with the sleeve of her dress as she walked back towards her window. She could tell that Obi-wan was still outside the doorway, but she made no movement to acknowledge his presence.
Maybe if he hadn't made Anakin choose, things wouldn't be this way. Maybe if he was still good. Maybe if people hadn't changed. Maybe if things had stayed the same. Maybe she would still be happy. Maybe Anakin would still be there, maybe… just maybe.
Padmé stared out at the raging storm with emotions running through her. She heard Obi-wan's footsteps finally pace away from the door over the rain, but she still did not move. She didn't even notice. Her mind was shut away from the outside world with thoughts of the past…

To Be Continued...


A/N: Next chapter... Flashbacks! I'll try to make the next one longer. And when you review, please give me advice or critique me, I like to be able to improve on my work.