Yes I'm sorta done with story. I landed up writing two different endings for this one. I decide to post the orginally. Later on , when I have written more. I'm going redo this story and make this into another version or actaully another story. Hint , one the characters is Anakin's son and it's not Luke.

Enjoy!

Part 4

That was a month ago -

Ever since then, Artoo has been on the run. Knowing, if he was found, he'll be destroyed. Artoo never got to Byerko, too risky for a droid wanted for murder. The only thing he could do, was to take an air tram to the other side of Coruscant. Then he remained hidden for a week, only going out to recharge his power cells. Every time Artoo saw a Jedi, he hid in some dark place. The days pass into weeks and the fear grew bolder inside him.

So, tonight was another night, where Artoo roamed the darkness of Coruscant. Rarely did he travel in the daytime. The few's times he did venture out. He was always running into security patrols. Once they even fire at him. The laser shut just nicked his covering.

"Another battled scar for my collection." he sighed. "My heat sensor quiet working last week. The third leg is now beginning to freeze up. I can't keep stealing credits to have myself fixed. I have stolen more stuff and yesterday. I almost got caught. "Artoo said, watching the world going by.

"Anakin, what happened to my or be correct, former Master. He's dead Artoo. You killed him." he muttered.

Then a gang of people walked by him.

"Hey droid, watch out!" as one of them threw cushgo fruit at him. Causing everybody to laugh.

Artoo let out another sigh and he thought the twins were bad. Then he rolled back into the street. Now and then stopping to unfreeze his third leg.

Suddenly, a light was flash on him."Astromech droid, yea you. Come here. I want to see your owner's id tag." the security guard called out.

"No!" Artoo turned around and fled. The security guard pulled out a stunner and started firing it. One the shots hit him.

"Oww. Enough. Enough! Artoo whistled and beeped. Quickly he made internal diagnostics. His secondary processor was half fired and the prod was now useless. With a bit of luck, Artoo was able to sneak down into an alleyway for a rest.

"Get out here. You stupid droid."the man dumping out the garbage. Then giving Artoo kick." Get out. You damn troublemaker."

"I'm going. I'm going."Artoo replied, knowing that man didn't understand him.

As Artoo entered the street, there was a melee going on and the Jedi were involved, He quickly scurried away. "They'll use me as target practice. After all I killed their leader." Then he stopped and turned into another alleyway. Another diagnostic was made, his main processor was starting to overheat and his main board, just produce another crack.

"Enough of this. I'm going die anyway." Artoo, letting out another long whistle. With that, he headed back out and then, headed for the Jedi Temple.

Along the way, stopping now and then to cool down, Artoo thought up a plan. He would sneak back into the Temple and just die there in some forgotten corner. Maybe in a couple years, they won't remember him.

Nah., he was a murderer.

It took most of the night to get to the Temple. Then Artoo headed for the downlevel section. Here, the supplies were delivered. He used this section once before. As his third leg began to fail, Artoo rolled up to the door. And with the last of the "Who Cares" He punched in a code that will either open the door or set off all the alarms.

The door open and nothing happened.

Artoo rolled in and found a quiet spot Then he let his last powercell drain, as the room grew darker.

In the last bit of power. a voice was heard and a hand was felt on his dome.

"Artoo. You came home. Where have you been ?" Anakin quietly asked.

It took Anakin three weeks to repair Artoo. Then it was another three months before he would let Artoo out the Temple. So the days were spent, keeping the twins out of trouble. Yet, he didn't mind this time, he had learn his lesson. There were worst things out there than the twins.

"Artoo, you need a hat"Leila said as she put a red one on his dome while Luke just giggled.

Artoo just whistle."If you are going put one on me. Could you at least make it black one. For I'm a bad you know what astromech droid."

"Artoo! I heard that." Anakin warned as he changed Shmi diaper.

"Oops. Oh well."