Disclaimer and Author's Note: I don't own Star Wars, I'm just obsessed with it. Chapters 1 to 15 have been edited and corrected to fall in line with Episode Three. So enjoy and please review!

Chapter Six:

"Padmé are you ready?" Sabé called out.

"Yes! I'm coming." Padmé said as she slowly walked out of the bedroom. She was very pregnant and was very close to her due date.

Usually Sabé would have requested that Padmé stay off her feet and in bed. But Yoda had requested that they all join him on Bakura. And Obi-Wan wasn't going to argue with the Jedi Master.

But Padmé knew otherwise. She knew that Anakin was there. He had to be there. Yoda was the one who was training him in the ways of the Light side.

"Soon I'll be with you Ani…"

Light so bright that he had to squint. Wait. He had to squint! He gasped a little. If the mask was off, then he could breathe on his own once again. Anakin too a deep breath in and then exhaled. He couldn't believe it.

He moved into a sitting position on the bed and gingerly brought his right hand to his face. He felt skin on skin. No mask. No mechanical hand. He couldn't believe it. He was Anakin Skywalker once again.

He looked all around the room he was in. it took his eyes a few seconds to readjust. He was in a different place then where he had first been. This room was bright and white. He figured that he must be in a hospital.

Once again he brought his hands in front of him and stared at them in wonder. Then he slowly looked down the rest of his 'new' body. There were still several scars and what not. He lifted up the bedcovers and checked everything down there. His legs had been replaced as well. He lay back against the bed and began to think.

He thought about how long he had been in a trance for. Had it been Hours? Days? Weeks? Months?

Suddenly a pain hit his stomach and it rumbled. He was hungry.

"Hungry?"

Anakin turned towards the familiar voice. Yoda was sitting in the shadows. "y..eee..sss." Anakin stammered out. Talking was going to take a little getting used to again.

"Food you'll have soon. But first walk."

Anakin didn't quite understand. "Wh..at do yo.u mean ma.st..er?"

"Try to walk. Legs to be tested."

Anakin wearily pushed the covers back. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and placed them on the floor. Coldness shot through them. But he moved past that and managed to stand up. His legs felt like gel underneath him, yet he still took a step. Then another and another. He wanted to jump up and down for joy. He was walking.

"Clothes in refresher for you. Change then we talk." Yoda said.

"Yes master." Anakin managed to say with out stumbling over his words.

He made his way over to the fresher and went inside. Once the door was shut, he found a new pair of pants and a matching tunic, like the ones he used to wear along with some boots and of course a Jedi robe.

He dressed himself without looking in the mirror. But once he did look in the mirror, he wanted to cry. But not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.

Reflecting back at him was an image he hadn't seen in a long time it was himself. His face, his eyes, his smile. Sure he had scars here and there on his face, including a long one across his head. But that didn't matter to him at the moment. His hair would eventually grow to cover that. Also he was really pale in color. But the sun could take care of that in no time. "Maybe I'll go to Tatooine for a few days," he joked to himself.

After a few more minutes of looking at himself in the mirror, he walked back into the hospital room.

"Mas.."

Anakin stopped short as he entered the room. The most beautiful sight in the galaxy was sitting on his bed.

Padmé.