Authors note: I've kinda been having writer's block for the past couple of days, especially today. Im really bored though and need something to do, so excuse me if this isn't as good as before. Please R&R still though!

"I can't." Anakin said blankly. "I'm sorry."

He had so much more to say, but couldn't find the words. He remembered Yoda's words before back in Coruscant, about learning to let the ones he loved go, as early as possible to lessen the pain. Once again he had disobeyed the master jedi for Padme and once again it had caused him more trouble than he could imagine. Now that he tried to follow the words…he found it was impossible. He knew it was impossible. His mind was telling him so, slashing at his heart with every tear that dropped down his cheek.

"I don't know you anymore," Padme finally resigned. Her face suddenly seemed to have aged 50 years within the last few moments. "Why, Ani, why?"

"For you, Padme. All for you." Anakin was still silently sobbing, but a small part of him for some reason was beginning to form a resentment for his wife. Why didn't she understand? He thought furiously. Why didn't ANYONE understand?

"But at what cost Anakin? Don't do this! Is this really the Jedi way?" Padme whispered. For a minute a ghost of a smile flickered across her lips. The correct 'Jedi way' had always been one of Anakin's favourite excuses when he had made a mistake and wanted to find something to blame. Surely he would recognize it, remember the good times and come back to the light? How could he have loved so much but left so quickly? Didn't she mean anything to him? He had been everything for her.

At the mention of the word 'Jedi', Anakin's sorrow suddenly was replaced with a new emotion, equally as strong. It had the same number of letters and syllables but a completely different meaning. Hatred.

"The Jedi turned against me!" Anakin suddenly roared, spinning around. "Don't you turn against me!" he pointed his mechanical arm at a trembling Padme.

"I love you Anakin." Padme whispered in a terrified, hushed voice. Her eyes, wide in fear were leaking fresh tears and her eyelashes quivered rapidly. Her whole body was trembling as she stood rooted to the spot, staring in horror at the sight of her Ani in front of her. But Ani was dead, no more, replaced by the sinister Vader. Perhaps if she repeated his name enough times he would remember, somehow remember…

Fury surged through every vein in Anakin's body, drowning his fears, thoughts, conscious. He was simply filled with a hatred so powerful, one even he didn't know he owned, it was all he could muster to try and stop himself from destroy everything around them. Hack away the land! Destroy everyone and everything. It was all their fault. Master Windu had fallen. How hard could it be to dispatch Yoda? And Obi-Wan- obi-wan, that bastard would be first on the list. It was all his fault, everything that was happening- he would die a slow, agonizing death. And it would give Anakin sheer pleasure in watching his old master pay for all that he'd done to ruin his life. He could imagine it now. Every gasping breath the old man would take would be one less second till his death. The Sith would have their revenge.

"Ani, Ani, Ani…"

"This is all Obi-Wan's fault! He's turned you against me!" Anakin yelled, still engulfed in his fury.

This time it was Padme who was not listening. Her eyes were tight shut, tears of utter misery pouring down her fresh cheeks. She clutched her swollen belly and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Anakin! You're going down a path I can't follow!" Padme sobbed, gasping for breath.

"Because of Obi-Wan!" Anakin spat.

"Because of you! Because of what you have become!" Padme screamed over her clogged throat.

Anakin yelled some more, but Padme took no heed. She was already suffering enough that Anakin's cruel words could no longer take effect. Only remembering the realization of what was happening could increase the pain right now.

"Anakin! Stop! Please stop! I love you!" Padme desperately cried.

Anakin didn't even bother to look back at her. He sensed…something. A disturbance in the Force.

Padme could see the figure of the one she had loved with her very soul standing but a few meters away. It would take 5 steps to reach him, to put his arms around him, comfort him like that time on Tatooine after he had come back with Shmi's dead body. It was 5 steps but seemed a million light years. Was this somehow her fault? Should she have tried harder? Was it something she did?

Padme was weak now, her body riddled with fatigue. The lava fumes were making her choke, and she could only pray the baby would be born healthy. Using up the very last ounce of her strength, she would try again, one last time. She knew she was dying. Already she could feel her body slipping away. For some unfathomable reason, she could sense the end was near. Just stay alive for the baby, she desperately kept thinking. A new hope for the galaxy. But she was so exhausted she could barely utter the words out loud. Desperately, Padme cried out, her voice choked with tears, barely audible over her loud sobs.

"Ana-Ana-Anakin!" she choked. " I Lo- I Love You! Anakin I Love you! Please listen to me! I Love-"

Suddenly Anakin heard a footstep. He had sensed it before, and he heard it now. Before he would've been glad to hear that familiar clunk from the boot, the swish of a cape. But not now. Now, that one step raised his hatred to a level not powerful enough to be recorded by words, camera or any form of media. He didn't even have to turn around to see where the noise was coming from. Anakin ground his teeth and spun around feverishly. Anger and hatred and the burning desire to hurt was burning off every inch of his body. He slowly raised his head and his glaring eyes fixed upon the figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi on the ships doorway, lightsaber handle in hand, ready to light.