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Author's Note: Okay everybody, this is the chapter you've been waiting for, and as a treat I've made this one longer than the previous two. Enjoy!

Chapter III

Anakin blinked his eyes open sleepily, and then raised an arm to shield himself from the intense morning light that blinded him through the bedroom window. After letting his eyes adjust Anakin looked out the window and noticed it was a typical beautiful morning on Coruscant. He looked over next to him to find the bed empty. Then he noticed a rather heavenly aroma coming from the kitchen. She couldn't be cooking, could she! Anakin stretched and slipped on his robe and went into the kitchen, and sure enough, to Anakin's disbelief, Padmé was cooking breakfast. Padmé never cooks! Anakin thought to himself. Usually he was the chef. I guess she finally got tired of the poison I fed her. He thought, and smirked. Watching his wife prepare breakfast.

A thought entered Anakin's mind, and he smirked. He silently walked up to her, and slipped his tongue out over the back of her neck. "Fixing breakfast?" Anakin said seductively, Padmé jumped. Startled by his sudden presence, and his action. She turned around, her cheeks a fine shade of crimson. Anakin burst into laughter.

"Anakin Skywalker! You know better than to sneak up on me like that!" She said, smacking her husband playfully on his shoulder. Anakin may have been 23, but he acted like a hormone driven teenager sometimes. "And yes, I'm fixing breakfast Pancakes, eggs, bacon and some Jawa juice. " She added, flipping an egg on the frying pan. Anakin grinned, he leaned over and whispered seductivly her ear; "Oh, I'd much rather have you for breakfast." Anakin then took her earlobe in his mouth and nibbled softly on it. Padmé gasped and dropped her spatula on the floor. "Anakin... Do you ever stop?" She said leaning back up against him. Anakin slipped his arms around her waist.

"You should know, the force is strong with me," he whispered, slipping his tongue into her ear. At this moment, Padmé felt that tingling sensation in between her legs again. Anakin knew exactly how to work her up. He grinned, he could sense her arousal now. "I could show you the true nature of the force, right here on the kitchen table," Anakin said kissing the side of his wife's neck.

"Anakin! You're terrible!" Padmé whispered back at her husband. She had to admit to herself though, the thought of kitchen sex turned her on like crazy. Anakin slowly glided his hands over her sides, and along her chest, feeling up her feminine curves. Anakin wanted her, right here, right now.. But, he never had the chance; before he could make her his all over again, there came a knock on the door. Damnit! Who could that be? Anakin thought in anger. He wanted to grab his lightsaber and turn whoever dared to disturb his intimate moment with his wife into Bantha fodder. Anakin groaned, and reluctantly released his wife. "Tell them to go away Padmé." Anakin said, disappointment registering in his voice. Padmé placed her index finger over his lips. Anakin kissed it. "Don't worry, I'll tell whoever it is I'm on important "senatorial" duty," Anakin couldn't help but chuckle at her remark.

Padme adjusted her robe and walked over to the door and opened it, to her surprise Obi-Wan Kenobi stood in the doorway. Padmé's heart jumped into her throat, if he discovered Anakin was here...

"Hello Padmé! How are you feeling this morning?" Obi Wan asked politely.

Padmé tried to keep her cool. "Oh, just fine. What brings you to my apartment this early Obi-Wan?" Padmé asked charmingly.

"I'm terribly sorry to disturb you milady, but the Jedi Council has requested your presence as soon as possible. They wouldn't tell me what it was about, all they said was that it was urgent," Obi Wan said, concernedly.

"What do you think they want?" She asked

"Personally, I'd rather not engage in speculation and-" Obi-Wan could sense a presence in the apartment with her. "Do you have company?" He asked, trying not to pry.

"Um, yes, as a matter of fact I do. We were just having breakfast together, I'd like to finish up and get dressed if you don't mind," Padmé said, trying not to sound rude. Obi-Wan nodded.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to finish up then milady, you take care," Obi-Wan wanted to ask more questions, but he respected the young senator's privacy. He bowed and walked away.

Padmé closed the door and slumped up against it. Exhaling a sigh or relief. Anakin came over to her when he sensed it was all clear. "Padmé? Are you all right?" He asked slipping his arms around her. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"It was Obi-Wan Anakin. The Jedi Council has summoned me. They wish to discuss an important matter with me, but Obi-Wan said he didn't know exactly what the council wanted to talk to me about. Just that it was urgent" Anakin's face instantly registered concern. Do they suspect us? Anakin thought. "In that case I better head over to the Jedi temple after breakfast. It would look suspicious if we arrived together," he said with immense disappointment. His morning of romance ruined. Padmé nodded in agreement.

Padmé was dressed in a fine crimson gown, and she was wearing her hair up in a sophisticated bun. Small strands of curly hair dangled down the side of her face. Her heart was racing, the Jedi council had never summoned her before. She entered the temple and walked passed the Jedi attendant who maintained the lower floor of the temple. Normally she would stop and admire the beauty of the temple's architecture. But, her mind was too occupied with whatever the Jedi Council wanted to discuss with her.

Padmé approached the doors which lead to the council chambers. They swooshed open. Inside Jedi Master's Yoda, and Mace Windu sat next to each other. Those were the only faces Padmé recognized, she didn't know who the other Jedi Masters were in there.

Padmé stood in front of the council members and bowed in greeting. "Hello, may I ask why I've been summoned here?" Padmé said, getting right to the point.

"A Jedi is the father of your child, we know," Master Yoda said to her, eyeing her suspiciously. Padmé looked over at the old Jedi Master. "H-How could you possibly know that?" She said, her tone registering she was nervous, and frightened.

"Don't be alarmed or frightened Senator, we are not angry with you. We do however, disapprove of your relationship with the Jedi you're involved with. Would you mine telling us who he is?" Master Windu asked her. Before she could answer Anakin came barging in. "I am." Anakin said, walking up next to his wife. Yoda's ears perked up and his eyes went wide with shock. Everyone but Mace Windu gasped, registering their shock and surprise that the "chosen one" had gone against the Jedi code, not to mention fathered a child. Mace Windu, like always kept a straight face and eyed young Skywalker. Anakin wondered if he ever felt any emotion at all. Probably upset he lost all his hair, Anakin thought to himself, trying not to smirk.

"Skywalker, you have dishonored the Jedi Order by going against the Jedi Code. You know love is forbidden!" Windu said, his disapproval registering in his voice.

Anakin smirked. "I am also married to her. For the past three years we've been secretly married," Anakin said proudly, and defiantly. Pounding another nail through Mace Windu's heart. He could almost sense him flinching at this. Padmé looked over at her husband, and interlaced her fingers with his. "If loving Senator Amidala is treason against the Jedi Order, then not loving her is a treason against my heart," he professed to the council.

Yoda looked down, his ears falling with his head. He knew Anakin would be expelled from the Jedi Order. He looked back up and gazed at Anakin. "Expelled from the Jedi Order you will be..." Yoda said, with great disappointment. "Sorry I am... Live in peace with your wife you should," Yoda added. Mace Windu looked over at Padmé, "I suggest you tell Queen Jamillia of your secret marriage, and pregnancy. I don't know if she'll allow you to continue to serve as senator once she hears of this." Windu said. Padmé nodded, a tear falling down her face. She knew Anakin's dream of being a Jedi was now over. Anakin recalled what Padmé had told him, about how he was destined to change things, and bring peace and order to the galaxy. He wasn't about to let go yet. He squeezed her hand lovingly and looked over at her. He brushed her tear away with his free hand and looked into her watery eyes. "Don't worry," he whispered. He looked back at the council, defiance registering in his eyes.

"More to say, have you? Mmm?" Yoda asked. Knowing Anakin wasn't about to give up just yet. "I do, yes, I do! You all say I am the chosen one. Master Yoda, if that is indeed true, then maybe my marriage to Padmé is the will of the force. Maybe this is a sign that the Jedi need to change their ways, and stop denying their feelings! We shouldn't deny our feelings. We should embrace them! A true Jedi doesn't deny his emotions. He masters them! You said it yourself Master Windu, our ability to use the force has diminished. Hell we can't even discover the identity of the Sith Lord we're looking for! Wake up! These are the signs of our time! If we are going to preserve peace in the Republic, and democracy for our children, we need to change our views! Lest we be swept away by the impeding darkness which threatens to engulf us! Are you so blind as to see it?" Anakin said, anger clearly registering in his tone. Master Windu looked over at Yoda, who was shaking his head.

"A prophecy misread it may have.." Yoda said. "Mastery of emotion you speak of, yet master your own anger, you cannot," Yoda added, countering Anakin's statement. Anakin looked down. It was no use... The Jedi would never change their ways. Anakin clenched his fist in anger. "Then you have all sealed your fate." Anakin said, turning to leave.

"Are you threatening us, Skywalker?" Mace Windu Asked. That was it, Anakin wanted to kill his bald ass right where he sat. Yoda looked over at Master Windu, who was only fanning the flames. "Say not another word you will, Master Windu. Please, go Skywalker, and prepare for your newborn you should..." Yoda said, almost hesitantly. Padmé grabbed her husband's shoulder and literally dragged him out of the council chambers before he did anything he regretted.

Anakin and Padmé stood out on their balcony and looked out upon Cosuscant, watching the different speeders as they whizzed by. "If they're so blind to see it, then I have no pity for them!" Anakin spat. He sighed, and tried to calm himself. Padmé too her hands and began to massage Anakin's shoulders. She could see her was pensive and needed to be relaxed. He looked behind him and smiled at her. "Lets get away from here Padmé... We can have our baby on Naboo." He said, smiling at her. Padmé wanted nothing more than to have their child on her home planet. But would Queen Jamillia relieve her of her senate duties? More than likely, she thought. But whether the Queen would temporally relieve Padmé, or permanently relieve her, she didn't know.

Padmé slipped her hands around her husband's strong chest and laid her head against his back. Right now, nothing else existed in this moment but her and Anakin. Everything seemed to stand still...She felt like she could live forever in this moment. This would be what she would call "A perfect moment in time". Or, almost; "Miss Padmé?" A voice called out to her. It was C-3PO. Padmé groaned internally, she didn't want anymore disturbances for the day.

"Yes Threepeo?" She said.

"I'm terribly sorry to disturb you Miss Padmé, but I've just received a holo message from Chancellor Palpatine. He's requested your presence in his office. He says its urgent."

Padmé sighed. "Thank you, Threepeo. I'll be right there," she said reluctantly releasing herself from Anakin.

"A senator's work is never done," Padmé said. She did not like Chancellor Palpatine. She saw him as a man just out for himself, trying to push through his agenda. Which she felt was to control the Republic. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her handbag. Anakin came up to her and placed his hand over hers. "Padmé, everything's going to be all right. I know it. I'm sure Chancellor Palpatine will excuse you from your duties as senator, once he discovers the gravity of our situation," Anakin warmly said. Unlike his wife, he had a soft spot for the Chancellor. He saw him not as a power hungry dictator, but as a wise, humble, and enduring man. He was almost like the uncle he never had. Ever since he was a boy Palpatine looked out for him. Little did Anakin know what really lurked behind the politics of Chancellor Palpatine...

"I'll be back as soon as I can dear," Padme said, standing on her tip toes to give her husband a deep passionate kiss. Anakin clutched onto his wife's arms. Not wanting to let her go. A soft sound of protest came from his mouth as she broke the kiss. "Just wait till tonight," she said seductively, pulling away from her husband. Padmé left the apartment, leaving a very frustrated Anakin behind. Damn her! He thought. Padmé could be quite the expert tease sometimes.

Anakin tried to brush his unnatural thoughts to the back of his mind as he sat down on the couch and turned on the holonet. Trying to find some good programs to watch, and get his mind off things. As he was channel surfing Anakin heard someone knocking on the door. He switched off the holonet and walked up to the door and opened it. To his surprise, his former master Obi-Wan Kenobi stood before him. "Obi-Wan," Anakin said in surprise. "I suppose by now you know of my marriage with Padmé... And my expulsion from the Jedi Order," he added.

"May I please come in Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked politely. "Sure," Anakin replied stepping away from the door. Obi-Wan entered and sat down on a couch. Anakin sat down across from him.

"Anakin... Why didn't you tell me?" Obi-Wan asked his former Padawan.

"I was afraid Obi-Wan. Padmé had to keep it a secret. We didn't know how the senate or the Jedi Council would react. Well, not so much the Jedi Council. At least not anymore..." Anakin said, sinking his head down.

"Anakin... You're like my brother. Regardless of what I felt about you and Padmé.. I wouldn't have turned you in," Obi-Wan said warmly. Anakin smiled, and looked up at his former master. Those words meant a lot to him. Obi-Wan had been like the father he never had.

"I'm sorry the council kicked you out," Obi-Wan said regretfully. "We made a great team. I'm going to see if I can persuade some of the council members to reconsider. I agree with you Anakin. Things should change in the Jedi Order. You should know your expulsion and words have stirred up a lot of unrest in the Jedi Temple," Said Obi-Wan.

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "What sort of things are happening?" Anakin asked, curiously. Obi-Wan smiled "The younglings most of all are throwing quite a tantrum from your departure. For acting up Master Yoda fed them his famous gruel," Obi-Wan said chuckling. Anakin laughed, and flinched at the same time. As a young Padawan he was subjected to eating Yoda's gruel a number of times. Anakin felt like he needed to have his stomach pumped after trying it once. Whatever the little green monster put in his slop would probably give him nightmares. Hell, Anakin would rather face off against a Sith Lord than have another bite of Yoda's master recipe.

"Some members of the Jedi Council are steadfast in their belief that you are the chosen one Anakin, its made the council split in half because of it," Obi-Wan stated running his fingers through his beard.

Anakin was pleased to know that not all members of the council were as conservative as Master Windu was. Even Yoda could be more moderate on some issues. Anakin had wondered what had happened to Master Windu to turn him into such a sourpuss. If you lost all your hair you'd be too. Anakin thought to himself, smirking and running his hand through his rich shoulder length hair.

Padmé walked up to Chancellor Palpatine's office and rang the door chime. "Come," he said to her. Padmé opened the door and stepped into the Chancellor's office. Little did she know she was sealing not only her fate, but her husband's by closing that door.

"Hello Senator Amidala!" Chancellor Palpatine said in a cheery tone. He was standing up, hands behind his back looking out at the city of Coruscant. He turned around to greet the petite senator, his tall imposing figure stood before her as he shook her hand. The two of them sat down, Palpatine at his desk, and Padmé across from him.

"I heard the news, that you're married to Skywalker and pregnant with his child," he said calmly, a smirk forming across the side of his mouth.

"How could you possibly know that?" She asked, surprised.

"I heard it from the Jedi," he said, blatantly lying to her. His masquerade coming into play. Palpatine was a master manipulator. He also thought of it as a well laid out game of chess. It wouldn't be long before he had a checkmate with the beautiful senator.

"Who told you?" Padmé demanded, obviously feeling like her privacy had been violated.

"That's not important right now Senator. Hmm.. I bet you're probably worried that Queen Jamillia will relieve you of your duties as senator once she finds out ?" Palptatine asked her, his pieces carefully moving into position.

Padmé was beginning to feel a little uneasy by him. Something wasn't right here, her instincts were screaming at her to leave, but she pushed them to the back of her mind. Just before she was about to speak, Palpatine answered her question, as if he knew exactly what she was going to say. Little did she know that matter-of-factly he did know...

"I can assure you senator, that Queen Jamillia will keep you on as Naboo's representative as senator. And I will also see to it that you get proper maternity leave as well... However... I can't give you leave at the moment. I need you here," Palpatine said, giving Padmé that sad puppy-dog faced look he did so well when he needed something. Padmé noticed the emphasis he placed on the word "you", and it made her rather uncomfortable. "Why do you need me here exactly Chancellor?" She asked. Palpatine stood up from his chair and walked over to her. He looked as imposing as ever staring down at her with his icy blue-eyed glare. Padmé instantly felt very uncomfortable by this. Anakin would stare at her sometimes, but it was more like a innocent "boy with a crush" glare she got from him. From the Chancellor it was more like a lustful menacing glare. A glare that said he wanted to overpower her, and put her in her place. Her instincts again told her to run, but she again tried to push them to the side. Thinking that the Chancellor would never do anything like that.

Palpatine could sense her apprehension. And he grinned. If there was one thing he loved more than anything in the universe was power over others. And he was about to attain it from Senator Padmé Amidala.

Check, he thought to himself. Folding his hands calmly behind his back. "You see senator, with the Clone Wars raging, I need someone at side, someone strong, and wise, with the charisma to enslave even the most enlightened minds... You're my best diplomat. Not only that..." He said, moving behind her, his head moving down dangerously close to hers. Padmé could barely stand it anymore. His sudden behavior was frightening her. He had never spoken like this before. And for the first time, she could sense something dark emanating from him. "I need you... Together we can do things for the Republic. We'll ensure peace, and order in the galaxy. " He whispered seductively behind her in her ear. His voice was different now too. It had become more hoarse and deep. Padmé could feel his breath breathing down on her, and his eyes lustfully glaring at her from behind. This wasn't the Chancellor Palpatine she knew... This was a completely different person. And it frightened her. Run! A voice in her head shouted. She listened this time and stood up. Checkmate. Palpatine... Or rather Darth Sidious thought as he grabbed Padmé by her arm. "Where do you think you're going?" He pronounced in his nasally voice.
"Let me go, Chancellor!" Padmé spat at him. Trying to struggle free from his grasp. Sidious couldn't help but cackle. He loved it when his pray struggled. Now he had her right where he wanted her. "We have much to still talk about Senator," he said pushing her against a wall. Padmé reached for her handbag, but Sidious tore it away from her with ease. He reached inside and pulled out a dagger. "You won't be needing this Senator, not for our discussion," he said placing the dagger in his belt, and grinning. Padmé balled her fist up and readied herself to punch the Sith Lord. Sidious raised a hand and simply used the force to pin her arm down at her side. Padmé gasped in shock. Anakin had used the force on her during their romantic interludes, and she knew what it felt like. Its feeling was unmistakable, the Chancellor was using the force on her! It became so clear to her now. Her eyes registering the shock. "Don't look so shocked Senator," Sidious said hoarsely.

"Y-You're the Sith Lord! The One the Jedi have been looking for!" She accused. Sidious couldn't help but grin. "I should have known! You've betrayed everyone! You've betrayed the Republic! When the Jedi-" but Sidious cut her off. "The Jedi my dear, are finished... You see, soon your husband will be my new apprentice, and you'll-"

"Anakin will kill you!" Padmé shot back at him, cutting him off in mid sentence. She was speaking in pure rage and anger now. Padmé squirmed, trying to break free from his grasp. But he was too strong.

"I think not my young Senator. You're going to be my bait, and when he's at his weakest, I'm going to enslave him. He'll make an excellent apprentice. As will your children," Sidious spat at her, his voice perfectly conveying his lust for power... And for her.

"I would sooner die than let my children-"

"Your children, like you, are now.. mine!"

Sidious could feel her fear, and he literally fed off it. increasing his focus with the dark side. Padmé managed to break an arm free from his grasp and attempted to force his nose into his brain. Sidious, easily sensing what she was about to do, grabbed her wrist and shoved Padmé violently against the wall. She cried out in pain as she felt her back slam into the hard surface. Darth Sidious then took Padmé's dagger from his belt and ripped open the front of her dress. His eyes lustfully gleaming over her form.

"ANAKIN, HELP ME!" Padmé screamed desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks. Sidious cupped a hand over her mouth forcefully to prevent her from speaking as he assaulted her. Padmé suddenly felt lightheaded, she could feel the dark side of the force enveloping her... Enveloping her in eternal darkness. Padmé then fell unconscious... She belonged to Darth Sidious now. Sidious let out a cackle of triumph as he glanced over his unconscious prize. He had overpowered the beautiful young senator, and he would soon have total control over her as well... And she would lead her husband to become his newest main apprentice...

Anakin was drinking a cup of tea as he and Obi-Wan carried on their conversation when he could hear her voice rippling through the force like a powerful shockwave. "ANAKIN, HELP ME!" It was Padmé. Anakin froze... Her voice hitting him like a thousand knives stabbing his body. Anakin dropped his glass and it shattered into a thousand pieces. Something terrible was happening to Padmé, and he had to get to her before it was too late. Anakin grabbed his lightsaber and slipped on his cloak.

"Anakin... What is it?" Obi-Wan said concernedly.

"Padmé's in trouble! I have to find her!" Anakin replied automatically. Obi-Wan stood up instantly and put on his cloak. "I'll go with you!" He said without hesitation and followed his former Padawan out the door..