Author note: Can I just say thanks so much for all the reviews so far! Keep em coming! And I'd also like to say two things about the story.
1. As for Anakin in the Darth Vader suit...you'll have to wait and see ha ha ha!
2. Padme turning Sith isn't the only unexpected twist to my story. There's pleanty more to come!
Anyway, back to the story!
"Damn it!" Padme cried as she was hit with another jolt of electricity from the hover droid. Her body already ached from the previous jolts that she had experienced and she was growing more and more frustrated with herself for not being able to do the simple task of block something with the saber. After all, if Anakin could do it, why couldn't she?
"Patience," Anakin repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. And, just as he had expected, the hover droid fell to the floor, cleaved neatly in half by Padme's angry red blade.
"That's the fifth time you've done that now," He sighed, using the force to lift the halves of the droid onto the slowly growing pile of scrap metal beside him. "I know anger and hate are part of the Sith, but you do have to show a little control". Did I just say that? God what a hypocrite! he thought to himself, remembering all the times he had given way to his anger and hate, allowing it to consume him and control his every move.
"I'm sorry Ani, I just can't seem to be able to do this. Perhaps I should never have become a Sith."
"Nonsense!" he said walking over and resting one hand on her arm comfortingly. She was already doubting her decisions and this lack of self confidence that she seemed to have gained was really forcing her to re-consider her choice. Anakin didn't want her to change, so he looked around for anything that might help her. Then he spotted something that may be of use.
"Look," he said, calling a helmet to his hand. "Wear this."
He gently placed the helmet on her head and with the blast shield down, it made her visibility impossible.
"I can't see a thing!" she moaned and Anakin smiled.
"I know. Now you have to use the Force. Trust me". He went back to where he had been sitting before, ontop of a wooden crate that sat in a corner of the empty room attached to their appartment where he had taken Padme to practice. He activated another droid and it hovered infront of Padme for a moment before letting out three bolts of energy, all aimed at different parts of her body.
To her surprise, Padme managed to deflect every single one with expert ease. Anakin felt himself filling with pride at her achievements and couldn't help but laugh as she pulled off the helmet and began jumping on the spot.
"I did it!" she cried in excitement. Anakin ran over to her and hugged her. He also kissed her on the forehead several times.
"That's my angel!" he muttered in her ear as she leant her head against his shoulder. They turned to look out of the window at the growing darkness now that the last of the flames from the temple were dying down. They stood there for ages, watching as the sun slowly began to rise behind the smoke.
"It's beautiful," Padme murmered, gazing at the scene.
"Mmm." Anakin agreed, but it wasn't the only thing he found beautiful. He turned to Padme, who was still gazing out of the window at the sun rise. The sun was catching her face perfectly, highlighting her soft skin and perfect curves. Her lips were shining and very inviting, but he was too caught up in the rest of her beauty to notice.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, and she turned to face him. Then he leant in and kissed her soft lips. She pressed in closer, making the kiss linger and deepen until it said everything about their love that they couldn't express in words.
As the sun rose behind them, Threepio, who had tagged along to help out when needed,couldn't help but notice how it seemed, not to rise on the horizon, but to rise behind them, giving them a sort of glow, like they were the reason the sun roseto replace the darkness and chaos of the night. To Threepio, this suggested that some day they would be so powerful that they could dismiss the dark and encourage the birth of light. This though was very encouraging to the droid as he watched them, silhouetted against the beautiful orange glow from behind.
As she stood there later on, watching the sun reach it's peak in the sky, Padme couldn't help but feel the same as Threepio. What if her and Anakin could bring about peace and freedom to the galaxy. She knew what it was like to have power, but she hated to have it.
However, if it meant that there would be no more wars, no more fighting, no more unneccesary deaths, then she would gladly do all she could to help.
She supposed that was one of the reasons why she joined the Sith. Anakin had found that it was the right thing to do, because in his eyes it gave him freedom to express himself, to allow his emotions to show through.
The Emperor was only thinking of the good of the Galaxy...Who am I kidding! she thought to herself angrily. He doesn't care about the Galaxy, he just wants to rule it, like the puppet master that he is, and Anakin and I are yet another of his many puppets that he will no doubt dispose of when he no longer needs us...What have I done? I've walked into a trap that I can't get out of without risking my life, or the lives of the ones I love. As she thought this, her hand slowly moved down to her stomach. Will our children turn out like their father...A monster?
A monster! Suddenly it all became clear to her. She had made the wrong choice. Anakin, no matter how much she loved him, was a cold hearted killer and she was just as bad. A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another and another. And then, before she knew what was happening, she had dropped to her knees, her head in her hands, and she was crying, harder than she had ever cried before.
I'm a cold hearted, ruthless killer! She told herself over and over again.
Then she sensed someone coming into the room behind her, but it wasn't Anakin. She recognized their presence, but she couldn't think who it was.
"Lady Malus?" the voice said and it was deep and cold. It sent a shiver down her spine as she finally realised who it was.
"Yes My Lord," she said, wiping the tears away and turning so that she was kneeling before the Emperor.
"Rise," he invited, so she got to her feet. But she still couldn't bring herself to look him in the face.
"Come with me," he said again, and his voice was, although still deep and menacing, softer in a way, kinder, like he was genuinely concerned for her. She obediently followed him out of her apartment and down to his waiting speeder below. They said nothing on their journey back to his office in the Senate building, but as the speeder pulled to a stop and Padme climbed out, she felt like she was being watched.
She dismissed the thought almost immediately, knowing that there were hundreds of people around her, so of course she was being watched. She followed the Emperor into the building, wondering what he wanted with her.