Anakin groaned and rolled over as his alam went off. Waving his hand, the Holoclock found the wall. However, another sort of alarm went of. Padme. "I thought I said 0800" *I'm UP!* "What?" Anakin looked at her.

"It's 0830"

"Only half an hour" he mumbled getting out of bed.

"Only?" the look of 'buisness' was on her face. Padme looked at him. Suddenly her attention was take by his chest. Smooth, but chisled. She shook away the thoughts. *I don't even know WHY I got myself into this, but he's the best, and I need the best.* "You know, you should have been a polititon, you would have gotten all the votes, by scaring the people" he mumbled to himself, about her.

"What was that?" she inqired.

"Oh, nothing" *Sith she's an ice-queen* he thought.

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Flashes of light filled the room with each hit of their lightsabres. Looks of determination filled their faces. Both of the stubborn Jedi refused to give in, as each Jedi attempted to catch them of guard. Sweat beaded down Anakin's forehead.

Padme's hard look wavered as she felt herself tire. Flipping around, Padme blocked a swing from Anakin. She felt her lightsabre being treatened to slip as her sweaty hands gripped harder.

Anakin felt his concentration waver. A familiar feeling got him. It was a vision, but at the same time, felt like a warning. Stummbling while trying to block her blows, his lgihtsabre slipped from his grasp.

Noticing his dazed look, she turned off her lightsabre. "You alright" he asked confused. All she got was a blank look.

(Premonition)

"Anakin, don't do this" Padmes voice was pleading. *Strange, I mean I've only known her for a while, and she's nothing like this* Anakin stood and watched.

The other Anakin, in the vision held a red blade, the same Anakin in the dark suit. "That name holds no more meaning to me Padme" his voice was deep, dark. "Neither do you!"

Anakin's eyes were wide as the dark Anakin slashed his blade at her. She collapsed. *Why didn't she fight back? I mean, she had her sabre with her!*

(Blackout)

"Anakin?!" Her voice called him. "Are you alright?"

Anakin groaned, "Yeah, fine" "You just went out."

"I'm fine" he insisted. It was then, that he realised that their futures were connected. Smiling inwards he liked that thought, he liked her, her fire, and determination, the hold she had over herself. In addition, he couldn't forget about how much of an angel she looked like.

"Good, then we can continue" she gave him a smile. In addition, he could tell very well, that it was fake.

"Is that all you care about?" he asked shocked.

"No, but I like to practice, its important to me" he could tell that her voice wasn't secure. She was hiding something. He looked past her face, the mask she wore to hide herself. He stood up and went closer. She instatntly backed up. "I like my space thank you very much" she informed him. He shook is head. Mumbling something he grabbed his sabre, hooked it to his belt, and said goodbye.

Sighing Anakin decided to not tell Obi-wan, which wasn't a great thing to do, even if he did sense Anakin's distress.

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(Two weeks later)

Anakin spent a lot of his time investagating what had happened to Padme to make her like she was.

Anakin was sitting with one of Padmes friends. Sharna.

"When Padme was fourteen her master died" Sharna sighed sadly. "For her it was a great loss. Even before She became her Padawan Padme and Master Allie- di were close. You know how she died don't you?" Sharna asked.

Anakin nodded. "A sith, like Master Qui-Gon."

"Yes, Padme and her were on a mission together. When the Sith killed her, Padme made a vow to work her self till her lightsabre skills were good."

"But they already are!" Anakin looked shocked.

"Yes, they are, but she's blinded by her grief over Master Allie-Di's death" Anakin nodded knowing what he needed to do. He loved her, he saw her warm smile, kind eyes, behind the act she put on. He saw the longing. "Thankyou" he smiled.

"Anytime" *********************

(The next morning)

Anakin lay in bed waitng for her to come and get annoyed at him taking so long. He looked around at his room, Droid parts, tunics, boots, unility belt, a pair of boxers, littered the floor. Lying on the bed, with his hands behind his head, and shirtless, he waited. The door opened, and in walked Padme. "WHY must you always wait for me to come in here?" She asked her eyes blazing.

"Cos I like it, and you do to" he smirked. Anakin sat up.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked annoyed.

"You like seeing me like this, that's why you come, and that's why I wait for you"

"you dream to much" she muttered. "Come on, get your stupid clothes on, and I'll meet you down in the training hall. Padme walked out. "Whats his problem?" she mumbled as she made her way down to the training hall. *You know what is, he's an idiot jedi with great talents that likes to waste them* she reminded herself. *Yes, but you like him. He's not what you expected. He's funny, kind, and good looking...What the hell, you can't think like this, that jedi is messing your mind!!!* Padme sighed at her inner battle.

"You're here" she commented when he arrived. "You took your time"

*Two can play this game Padme* "So, shall we get started?" he mimced her cold voice.

She frowned, but took out her sabre and turned it on.

(one hour later.)

Anakin didn't know why he bothered to get a partner, *Three hours of training with your master isn't enough for you skywalker?* he asked himself. He turned of his lightsabre and grabbed his tunics which were loose on the floor. Pulling them on, he heard Padme speak up. "Why haven't you said a word since we started practice?"

"Because" he kept his face free of any signs of emotion, his voice dead like hers.

Padme frowned, unhappy with his behaviour. "How is it like to get a taste of your own medicine?" he asked.

"What?" She looked shocked.

"You heard me. You been like this forever, haven't you Padme, You know why, but you don't say" he edged closer to her. She didn't move, but a pained look came over her face.

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