Author's Note: Well, my muse stopped by last night and this is what she brought me... Blame it on the fact that I caught a few minutes of "Dancing with the Stars" and it made me laugh. I promised you all a lighter fic, right? Well this is most certainly light (maybe too light)! OrliNkeria, you've requested fun but not too fluffy and I'll try to do something like that as well just as soon as I finish this one.

A huge thank you to all who have given me feedback! And please bear with me - I've never tried to do a story with chapters before, I hope I can figure it out. Please note: this is meant to be a tongue-in-cheek story. The characters are definitely going to be out of their element! But hopefully I'll be able to give you a few smiles as we go along! Thanks for reading!

Summary: In order to protect Padme from her enemies, our favorite couple is forced to join a Galaxy-wide reality show.

Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Star Wars or Dancing with the Stars. Just having fun with them!

COURSCANT, Senator Amidala's Apartment

"This is a dreadful idea," Padme exclaimed.

"I must agree with Padme on this, Master," Anakin agreed. "Surely our enemies will recognize her."

"But that's the most brilliant part of the whole plan," Obi-wan exclaimed. "It will seem so obvious that they will never believe it to be true!"

Padme and Anakin glanced at each other and fell silent.

"It's only for a few weeks," Obi-wan continued. "And most importantly, Senator - the competition requires the contestants to stay in the School the entire time - absolutely no one can come or go. We will be able to discreetly guard the building and can guarantee your safety."

After glaring at the Jedi Master one last time, she relented, "Very well."

Anakin glanced at his wife, startled that she was going along with the plan. He had been prepared for a lengthy debate and didn't know what to make of her quick change of heart. Padme could feel Anakin's confused gaze.

"He has a point, Anakin, and I'm ready to feel safe again, even if it is only for a few weeks," she sighed, seeming to resign herself to her situation. "So, a competition? Will it truly be broadcast across the entire Holonet?"

"Yes," Obi-wan nodded. "They expect it to be quite a hit."

"So, what will I be doing?" She stood up, glancing distractedly out the window. "Am I going to be judging a debate?"

"Not exactly," Obi-wan replied, looking sheepish. Anakin's eyebrows raised as he noted the sudden disturbance in the Force. Obi-wan's discomfort fairly radiated from him. Padme turned to face him, her gaze turning suspicious.

"What have you gotten me into?" she asked, irritation clouding her beautiful features.

"A dance competition," he mumbled. "You will be paired with another contestant. Each week, you and your partner will learn a new dance style, which you will then have to perform in front of a live audience and a panel of judges."

"WHAT?" Padme's sharp outburst caused Anakin to wince. Obi-wan was going to get it now! He settled in to watch, thinking, this should be good.

"I am a respected Senator!" she shouted. "I cannot be seen frolicking across a stage in a costume! My credibility will be in tatters!"

"But you see," Obi-wan interrupted. "The viewers won't know it's you. Besides the costume, you will have a fake name and I'm sure you'll be wearing plenty of stage make-up-"

"Stage make-up!" she spat. "Master Kenobi, this is unacceptable. I won't do it!"

"Please Milady," Obi-wan insisted. "The assassination attempts on your life are getting too close for comfort. The Jedi are getting so close to finding the person responsible, we need you to do this for your own good."

Padme crossed her arms and glowered at him. Anakin decided he'd better step in.

"Senator, please listen to Obi-wan," he said gently. He wanted to take her hand in his, but knew he couldn't. Not with Obi-wan there. "I know it's going to be uncomfortable, but you need to do this. You will be safe; I'll see to it personally. Master, perhaps-," he began, turning to Obi-wan, "you'll let me run the School's security team?"

"Well now, there's just one thing," Obi-wan started to reply. "It seems the Council has decided on a different assignment for you."

What? Anakin wanted to shout. His wife's life was in danger, she was going to be put in a terribly awkward position and he wasn't going to be there for her? He started to open his mouth to protest-

"You see, Anakin," his Master was explaining. "You are to be the Senator's dance partner."