Cyranothe2nd - I like Vader in the suit too, but there is a reason I'm writing it this way. The last dream is an important part of it.

acdecnerd, purpletangerine, Abigail33 - I'm glad you like it

I would've posted earlier but I got distracted. Making sure my brother got up on time, lunch, babysitting, cleaning, dinner and shopping didn't leave alot of writing time.

Sorry this is short, I thought this chapter should end where it does.

Before I go any further I would like to add a dedication

This is dedicated to the memory of my cousin Nicole's late boyfriend, William Bryan Dick August 3, 1982 to June 19, 2005

Chapter One - Forgotten

Before Darth Vader had even set foot on the landing pad he felt something. The feeling had hit him the moment they entered the atmosphere, the sudden tremor taking his breath away. It was the Force's way of telling him he had made the right decision coming to Alderaan. When he was greeted by the Viceroy, the older man looked nervous. Curious, he probed into the ruler's mind hoping his thoughts would give him away. Instead of thoughts of the rebellion as he had hoped, he was met by something even more interesting. The only thing running through Bail's mind was Does he know that she's here? Could he know she's awake?

"Who's awake, Viceroy Organa?" The politician's eyes widened in fear.

Padme was met by an intense pain as she sat up, her hand flying to her head. When the pain had subsided she looked around the white room, she was laying on a hospital bed surrounded by at least a half a dozen machines. Glancing down at her arms she saw just as many IVs were protruding from her pale skin. Just when she was thinking about trying to stand, a door to her left swung opened and a woman dressed in white rushed in.

"Where am I?" She asked, her voice weak and unenven.

"The palace in Aldera, Milady." She smiled, at least she knew she was safe. Laying her hands on her stomach, another question entered her mind.

"Where's my child?"

"She's here, the Viceroy and his wife have adopted her." Padme wondered what her name was, if the Organas would return custody to her, and when she would be able to see Anakin.

"If you know what's good for you, you will tell me now." Vader threatened when Bail would not answer. With brief hesitation, he spoke.

"Perhaps you should come with me before I tell you." The Dark Lord thought for a moment before nodding, following the other man's lead into the palace. "This is the makeshift hospital wing put together a little over two years ago when we received a special patient." He explained as they entered a whitewashed room, with a door on each of the other three walls. As they moved closer to the door opposite the one they had just entered, Vader noticed a control panel with two buttons between the door and the outline of a rectangle. Bail pressed the right button, the rectangle sliding up to reveal a window. Through this window he could see two women, one sitting on the edge of the bed in a hospital gown, the other dressed as a nurse. Looking closer at the patient's face, he realized who it was.

"Why was this kept from me?" But he didn't wait for an answer, immediately reaching over to the untouched button. Once the door had opened, he stormed inside.

"Anakin!" Padme cried, the IVs not allowing her to stand. He stopped in front of her, snaking his arms around her waist to pull her close to him. "I don't know what happened, the last thing I remember is you telling me that I sounded like a sepratist."

"My Lord," Bail interrupted, "There is something both of you should know."

"Yes, Viceroy?" He asked, annoyed that his reunion with his long lost wife had been disturbed.

"Padme suffered head trauma before going into a two year coma. This caused acute memory loss, now she doesn't remember the accident or the days before it." Vader thought for a few seconds, coming to a decision quickly.

"That is behind us now." He glared at Bail, "We don't need to talk about that anymore. Right now I would like to get my wife out of here."