((A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed for my last chapter, and I am quite flattered that some of you have added this story to your favorite list and alert list. I'm trying to improve my writing skills, and y'all are helping me do that by reviewing. I'm so sorry I haven't updated since the 16th! Forgive me! Oh, I wanted to tell this short, OOC story that's sort of relevant.

When I went on my youth trip last week, during the sermons we were watching movie clips. The theme for Wednesday was "what defines who you are." The pastor went into a part of the sermon that talked about how what other people can say to you have a great affect on your definition of who you are. Anywayz, we watched one clip from Napoleon Dynamite for some reason. The pastor talked about choices, then moved onto heritage. He then showed a clip from Star Wars, ESB, the part where Vader does the famous line to Luke. Well, a lot of the preps in my group say they hate Star Wars and only watch it for Anakin. (Sheesh, but I'd kinda have to agree at some point… er clears throat) My youth director never got into the Star Wars craze and never really got interested. She kind of rolled her eyes when the clip appeared, but watched anyway. The clip stops when Luke is about to fall. Suddenly, I see my youth director turn around towards me. The expression on her face was a mixture of fear, suspense and confusion. I can't believe how pale she was! Then she suddenly said to me, "Oh my gosh, does he die!" Everyone could hear her ask that from a mile around and I laughed really loud (to my embarrassment). Now, I'm gonna let her borrow the Trilogy and watch "A New Hope" at youth group sometime this month.

Okay, sorry that was a long story, but I thought it was funny and wanted to share it with ya!

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Disclaimer: Nope- wait, lemme check… No (crap) I own nothing; it belongs to George Lucas et cetra, et cetra… OOOOOooooo! Carmana Kenobi does belong to me though!))

Chapter 6:

A second droid came into the room, gave one glance at Anakin on the ground, and roughly began to drag him out of the room. He suddenly came to, trying to get his feet under him as the droid pulled him to the door. Finally he got to his feet as it pushed him out of the door.

"Wait!" he called after the medical droid, "Let me back in!"

"Stay outside," commanded the droid, swishing the doors shut in his face.

Anakin slammed a fist against the door, sliding down the metal to the floor. He ran a hand through his hair, giving a frustrated groan. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the others rush to him.

"What happened?" asked Obi-Wan.

Anakin took his time in answering, for he did not want to say that he had passed out. He kept silent.

"What did you do?" pressed Obi-Wan further.

"Nothing," snapped Anakin, "I want to go back in there to her."

"You must have done something," said Bail.

Anakin suddenly felt Obi-Wan trying to get into his mind. Feebly he tried to force him away, but he was worried about too much at the moment- plus after just fainting he did not feel all that great.

"You were unconscious," stated Obi-Wan, a smile at the corner of his lips.

Before Anakin could retaliate, the doors once again swished open. The droid who had forced him out was there.

"Miss Padme requests your presence," it said, sounding disappointed. Anakin rushed past her and into the room for a second time and the droid hovered down the hall.

Another medic droid was behind Padme, holding a bawling small form in her arms. She glanced up as Anakin came in.

"It's a boy," she said.

Anakin smiled and came forward to Padme, who was laying back. Her face was pale, brown hair clinging to her forehead and neck with sweat. He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead. She smiled as the droid hovered over, showing them the crying baby.

"Luke," she said, "Let's name the other if it's-" she was cut off as another pain gripped her. He reached forward to hold her hand, but the medic droid came forward, practically shoving the squirming bundle in Anakin's direction.

"My assistant seems to have left, but I'll need someone to hold the infant please," she commanded. Awkwardly, Anakin took the baby into his arms. Luke was red all over and squirming, flailing his arms and legs. Anakin was holding him away from him, distracted by Padme at the moment. He went to her side, and suddenly there was another small cry.

"It's a girl," said the droid, coming over to the couple and giving the baby to the exhausted Padme. She seemed to think for a moment.

"Leia," she whispered, "Luke and Leia…" Anakin saw the trace of tears come to the corners of her eyes. Disturbed at this, Anakin tried to use the Force to understand what was wrong, but the rush of feelings and thoughts was like a tidal wave, pushing him back out. She hadn't even noticed his presence in her mind; her daughter entranced her.

Suddenly aware that he was holding Luke, Anakin awkwardly tried to kneel beside her.

"Hold him closer to you," said the droid, making Anakin jump at her monotone voice, "And nod his head."

Obeying what she said, Anakin held his son closer to his chest… his son. It hit him with great impact. He- Anakin Skywalker- was a father. He observed the little babe, who was finally quieting in his father's arms. One minuscule hand closed around the front of Anakin's robe, his eyes slowly starting to close. With realization, Anakin saw that Luke's eyes were the exact replica of his; the same cerulean blue. He never knew that he could feel so much for one being, no two, before. He glanced over at his daughter and saw that she too was sleeping in her mother's arms. His eyes shifted back to Luke and he saw that he had nodded off.

Padme reached forward and ran a hand through Anakin's wavy hair, then lowered it to touch Luke's rosy cheek.

"I've never seen you cry with joy before," she whispered, hardly able to get above that tone she was so tired.

Anakin realized that he had the smallest of tears trailing down the side of his face. Yes, he had never been so happy.

"Do you want to show-" began Padme, but she was interrupted as a great explosion rocked the medical center.

Anakin stood up quickly, holding Luke tighter to him. The doors slid open and Obi-Wan, Yoda, Carmana, and Organa rushed in. All stared at the bundle in Anakin's arms, and, amazingly, Yoda had the smallest traces of a smile. Obi-Wan interrupted the serenity.

"We need to leave, now," he said urgently.

"What's happening?" asked Anakin.

"We do no know, though I suspect it has something to do with Palpatine. Does he have any idea where your true loyalties lie?"

"I don't know if he really knows what happened at the Temple, Master," replied Anakin, slightly disturbed.

"Please, none of this Master, just Obi-wan now."

"What are you-"

"Well, since the last Jedi occupy this room, you've been- how do you say it- promoted," he said with a hint of amusement angled with pride.

"Thank you-"

"Leave now, we must, before we endanger Miss Amidala or the children."

"Children?" repeated Bail and Obi-Wan at the same time.

"There're twins," informed Padme from the bed, where she was still laying.

"Put Padme, the twins, and Carmana on our ship," said Anakin, "And Obi-Wan and I will see what's going on." He passed Luke off to Obi-Wan as he walked over to the medical table, carefully picking up Padme, who held on tight to Leia. Organa opened the door for them and he went to the hanger, climbing into the ship. He laid her upon a cot in the back. Taking Luke from Obi-Wan, he placed him in her arms.

"I'll be back soon," he promised.

"Be careful," said Padme, trying to sit up.

"I will," said Anakin, "for now just rest." He leaned forward and brushed her lips with his own, then kissed Luke and Leia, backing out of the room.

"Where should we go?" asked Organa as Anakin closed the door, "My home is out of the question, since I've already been charged with treason by the Chancellor.

"How?" asked Obi-Wan.

"Assisting Jedi," he said grimacing.

"I don't feel safe leaving them at Courescant," said Anakin.

"What about your home planet?" asked Obi-Wan, "I am sure that Owen and Beru will not mind."

"I don't want them on that dustball," snarled Anakin.

"But it should be safe, plus it's near and I don't think that the Chancellor knows of your birthplace."

"I may have told him," said Anakin, almost with a pleading tone. He did not want his children having any memory of that place.

"It won't be for long," said Organa. Another explosion rocked the ship, and vulture droids could be seen hovering around the outside.

"Hurry we must," said Yoda.

"Fine, take them to Tatooine," said Anakin, surrendering, "C'mon Artoo."

"BLEEP blip," said the little droid as he rolled off the ramp.

"Let's go," said Obi-Wan. Anakin saw him give the smallest of fleeting glances back at the ship, where the little girl could be seen peering around the doors as the ramp came up, closing the ship. They ran towards two of the four fighters in the hanger. Artoo rolled into his little container as Anakin strapped himself in. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan searched the hanger for a droid of his own. A little, battered R4 unit rolled up, twittering somewhat slurred as he erratically came forward.

"Why is it I always get the bad ones," mumbled Obi-Wan as the unit went into it's container. They both took off.

There were familiar ships flying around, periodically dropping down and shooting laser bolts at the medic center. They were not Republic ships, but Separatists.

"They're still at it after you got Grievous?" Anakin asked incredulously.

"Nute Gunray's pride is still hurt, so I think he's still after Padme," he said.

"Did they get away fine?" asked Anakin hurriedly, searching out behind him.

"Yes," reassured Obi-Wan, "They're far into hyerspace, plus Yoda is there as protection."

Still not totally comforted, Anakin's grip tightened on the controls. Separatist ships were flying all over, some still bearing the scars of the last confrontation. Anakin could hardly believe that they were still organized after many of the leaders had died. Could Palpatine have some affect on this? But then he put that thought away, realizing that the Separatists were actually against him, and thought… He shook his head, thoroughly confused. What was Palpatine's true goal?

He had no time to ponder, unfortunately, as a laser bolt from an opposing fighter came towards him. Taking diversionary measures, he flipped away. Artoo gave a squealing alarm. Anakin glanced down at the translation screen.

/Aaaahh! We are going to get killed!\\

"No, we're fine," he said to Artoo, grinning. He heard the crackling of Obi-Wan's transmission.

"Anakin, we need to get out of here, now! Polis Massa is lost."

"But Mast-… Obi-Wan, we could hide somewhere and wait to see where they're off to when they finish demolishing everything. We could get them before they have a chance to hurt Padme."

"Be careful." Obi-Wan could hear the anger rise in Anakin's voice. "Don't let hate guide you. But you have a point. The only problem is that we are the only two Jedi in this portion of the galaxy, and I think we're outnumbered, if my eyes serve me right."

Anakin just heard the last part of the message as he swerved around an asteroid and a vulture droid. HE could see that Obi-wan was right about being outnumbered. Too bad he could not somehow attach a tracking device and come back later. He enjoyed a good confrontation every now and then.

"Let's leave, now!"

/"I agree"\\ came Artoo's message on the translation screen.

Reluctantly, Anakin guided the starfighter away from the chaos and to where Obi-Wan's was already leaving. Two blaster bolts followed as two ships broke away.

"Just a moment, Obi-Wan," said Anakin, turning around. He could never get used to saying that.

He spiraled underneath them, coming up behind. He fired on one of the ships, hitting the wing, swerving away just in time as its companion fired at him. Out of the corner of his eye, the ship careened down through space. Anakin fired at the other fighter, hitting once, but not injuring it.

"Lock on Artoo," he commanded. Artoo twittered back.

He glanced down, but remembered the Pod races and how the Force had guided him there. Avoiding opposing shots, he fired once again, causing the ship to explode. Grinning at his victory, Anakin steered back towards Obi-Wan.

"What the blazes are you doing!"

"Sorry. I was not letting anyone know of our escape. Just wanted to make certain."

Obi-Wan made no reply, but Anakin knew he was ticked off. All the fun and games were through, and as they journeyed through space, Anakin switched the controls to Artoo to give him time to think. What were the Separatists still doing out in the heart of space? Why had they not dispersed after their general had been killed? And it seemed that Gunray would never give up until either he died, or Padme did. Anakin's stomach squirmed slightly at the thought of the latter. His mind then switched back to his family on Tatooine. Would Palpatine come after them for an apprentice? Anakin could only keep up this charade for so long. But those pessimistic thoughts were overshadowed by the birth of his children. Anakin grinned as he headed back towards Tatooine's coordinates, eager to see them again and finally not need to hide anything.

A/N: Er… my space dogfights are not that up to shape. Feel free to criticize, but as I said before, I do not know that much about the terms in Star Wars. But if the Sepratists thing confuses you, things'll start to make sense two chapters from now. And I've been making all the first few chapters lighthearted, though there will be a death that's very depressing, and the next few chapters after 7 will be angsty. Oh yeah, Carmana will have a bigger role come a few chapters.

Next chapter: Anakin plays Jedi and Daddy…