A/N: Hey, another chapter for you and sopme new reveiwer's which is fantastic! Hello to all and whoever is reading this and refuses to reveiw just to cause me pain...so evil. Anyway, dont forget, I have another fan fic too, my alternate ending to revenge of the sith. 42 or so good reveiws, tell me what you think. I still appriciate reveiws on that!

Anyways, this is from Padme's point of veiw, hope you like it.

Hopeless4life - Spazz attack? Yeah maybe, but Anakin is prone to those. lol, Glad you are still enjoying it. xx

Obi Wan Skywalker - I haven't made you cry have I? I'm sorry if I have! Obi-Wan's alright, he's about to get some TLC. Hope you like this chapter and you will stick with me over the next few. xx

Bohemian Anne - Hi and thanks for the great reveiw. I have to admit i am worried about people's opinions on how i have portrayed everyone's emotions, its good to now that there are people out there who like it! Enjoy this next chapter xx

"But Bail, I have to be there! I have fought so hard to bring down the Military Creation Act, how can I not be here when its fate is decided! Now I…."

"Padme, you have done everything as a Senator that is possible to try and bring this down. You even went beyond that and got yourself right into the heart of the very first battle itself. Now you deserve a break while the Senate sorts out this problem."

I keep my firm gaze steadily on that tall, dark haired Alderranian man stood in front of me. Bail Organa, one of the most influential people in the Senate and one of my long time friends. Usually, I would have respected his judgement, but today everything just seemed to be going from bad to worse.

"Bail I need to fight my corner in the Senate. You know as well as I do they will not sort out this problem rationally!"

"Tell me honestly. Do you really believe that now the Separatists have an army, the Senate is going to just sit back and let them invade the planets of the system? Let alone even hear out your side to the argument?"

I sit down at my desk with a growl of frustration. I know in my mind that what Bail is saying is right, that after the evidence that has been shoved under the republic's nose, how could they not vote to keep the clone army to counteract the threat imposed on them. But somehow, something inside of me was telling me to stand my ground, there had to be another way.

"I know that voting to keep this clone army will push us further into war. Many people will lose their lives Bail, including some of our friends! Negotiations must be…"

But Bail now slams his hands on my desk, leaning heavily on it, the anger flaring up behind his usually calm eyes. I know that this is hurting him. Democracy is a thing that Bail craves and loves. He was born to fight for it, and now that seemed to be slipping further and further away from the Senate's grasp. I silence myself and allow him to speak.

"Negotiations will fail Padme! You were in that…beast arena when the droid army was reveled, you fought against them. You talked to the head of the Separatist movement himself, Count Dooku! If you didn't fair well against him in negotiations, what makes you think the Senate stands a chance?"

My mind wanders back to Geneosis now, remembering the conversation with Dooku, the beast arena, the droids….Anakin. Just thinking about returning to Naboo with him, to spend more time with my family and the only man I have ever dared to love since Palo broke my heart back when I was younger. And now, Anakin was going to need me more than ever, what better place to provide support for him than the lush green fields of Naboo that he so often dreamed about. I can see Bail smiling at me now, his anger calmed as he sees the fight die from my eyes.

"Alright, I guess your right. I'll go to Naboo, but I promise you. When I come back, there will be no stopping me!"

He grins at me, and I notice his shoulder's slump considerably as he relax's.

"I don't doubt that Padme. You deserve this break, so please try and enjoy it and stay away from anything democratic for at least a couple of weeks. You have gone above and beyond the call of duty for a Senator and everyone is very grateful, but even the best of us need a break sometimes."

"I know…I just…"

Suddenly a faint knocking can be heard at the door. I look to Bail frowning, for some inexplicable reason, I find myself very concerned. Slowly I rise from my seat and head briskly to the door, Bail in close pursuit, hand on his blaster hidden beneath his senatorial robes. I open the door and my eyes instantly widen with shock and fear. Standing before me is a man; bloodied, bruised and very pale, the fear and despair evident in his light blue eyes and it shakes me to the core. The only thing I could think of that would turn Obi-Wan to this would be….Anakin.

I reach out and gently take his arm, guiding him to the sofa in the apartment, placing him down in the comforting softness of the pillows. I hurry to the 'fresher, gathering together some Bacta Ointment, warm water and a cloth with which to bathe his wound. As I re-enter, I catch Bail's eyes, who looks just as shocked as I feel. A look is all it takes; he nods and exits the apartment, understanding exactly what needed to be done.

I lower myself into a seat beside Obi-Wan who has taken to just staring at the wall. I dip the cloth into the warm water and start to dab the small cut on his cheek, waiting patiently for him to tell me what was going on. Inside, my very soul is shaken, and all sorts of terrible things were running through my head. Has there been an attack? Has something happened to Anakin? Is Anakin…?

We don't speak for a while, me just dabbing gently at his cheek, washing away the blood and dirt that still resided from the beast arena. Dabbing some bacta ointment onto the bloodied cloth, I press it gently against his wound. The pain of the ointment hit Obi-Wan and he jerked back to reality and looks to me. I can see the pain and fear in his eyes, but his face has taken on the expression of perfect Jedi serenity. Now I become worried and gently place the cloth back on the table.

"Obi-Wan, what's happened?"

Now he rises to his feet, contemplating it seems, that very question in his own mind. He turns his back to me and stands looking out over Courascant, looking over to the medical centre. That's when I know that something has gone terribly wrong, and it had to do with Anakin. I feel a wave of nausea crash over me

"It's Anakin isn't it? Obi-Wan, what has happened, please tell me!"

His voice is barley a whisper as he replies, filled with emotion and despair.

"Padme….I don't know…what happened. I don't even know what I'm doing here…..the force just….guided me."

"What do you mean you don't know what happened?"

"He…changed. He reacted badly to his replacement arm and….something happened….something inside of him just snapped. He became angry and started to yell at me, accusing me of….murdering someone."

I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip gently, leaning back against the sofa, tears forming in my eyes as I think about Anakin ranting and raving at Obi-Wan, clearly worked up into enough of a state to lash out and hurt his master in such a fashion.

"Padme…what happened to him…when he was with you? Something has gone terribly wrong I fear…I need to know what."

What's changed? I think to myself. He's just lost his mother and now he thinks he's failed you again by losing the fight against Dooku! How do you think he feels!

I open my eyes and see Obi-Wan facing me now, searching for some kind of explanation. It hurts me to see one of my oldest friends who I had never known to show much emotion, reduced to a broken wreck.

"Obi-Wan…Anakin…Anakin and I went to Tatooine to find his mother."

Now a frown creases his face and he heads back over, taking his seat beside me. Suddenly I feel very guilty. Anakin had confided in me, trusting me to keep his deepest darkest secret to myself, only to be shared between me and him. Had I just betrayed that trust now? Suddenly I am torn between doing the thing I know is right…and keeping the trust between my one true love alive.

"Padme, what happened?"

Now I shake my head, rising to my feet and walking slowly away over to my desk, to fiddle with the Japor Snippet that Anakin had given me so many years ago.

"I'm sorry Obi-Wan…this is something that Anakin should be telling you. I don't want to betray his trust in me."

"Anakin won't tell me Padme. He wouldn't let me get a word in edgeways just now. Unless I know what has happened to him so I can help him, there is a chance that he will sink deeply into depression, which is an opening for suffering, which leads to the dark side of the force. I have to help him; it's my duty as his Master…..and as a father."

I choke back tears as I hear his words, knowing deep down he is completely right. Anakin is suffering alone in the medical bay because he is so wrapped up in keeping his emotions in check that he wont let anyone get close enough to help him, and I was helping him do that…helping him to destroy his life. Silently I shake myself, telling myself to get a grip and do the right thing. Now I turn back to Obi-Wan and look him in the eye.

"Alright, I'll tell you. But I must see Anakin afterwards, I need to explain."

"Padme….I don't know if that's such a wise decision. Anakin is emotionally unstable…"

"I'm a big girl Obi-Wan. Anakin will listen to me, I know he will, we just have to give him the chance."

I can see him contemplating this, remembering all the times that he has seen us together. Slowly, he sighs and he looks weary and it unnerves me. It seems like he has aged considerably since I last saw him ten years ago. Back then, he was still a Padawan himself, young and carefree, following in the footsteps of the late Master Qui-Gon Jinn, but now that person I knew is gone, and has been replaced by a tired, worn, wise Jedi Knight, trying desperately to fulfil some hidden target in training a young, reckless, impulsive Padawan…one he has come to love so dearly. I speak to him again, trying to get him to open up more about his feelings for Anakin.

"Anakin needs someone right now Obi-Wan, someone who understands what he is going through. You have been with him for so many years and have probably seen and experienced a lot of things with him, but this is something that I can understand, something that I know about. Please Obi-Wan, I feel partly responsible for letting Anakin get into this state…I just want to help him anyway I can."

"I know….I always thought I could be there for him...to help him through anything. I have told him time and time again he can confide anything in me….but he seems to be slipping so much further away. Sometimes, it's very difficult to know who Anakin truly is."

I nod, trying my hardest to listen to what he is saying but not really understanding. I rise to my feet, picking up my cloak off the back of my desk seat. A hand on my arm brings me to a stop, and I close my eyes sighing. I shrug off his hand and head towards the door pulling my cloak on. As I am heading out of the door though, he speaks to me again.

"Please Padme, I have to know."

Sighing I turn to face him, feeling incredibly low and just wanting to go and be with Anakin.

"Anakin's dreams were not just dreams. He had a very vivid nightmare while he was with me on Naboo; he even woke me with his shouting and screaming. He needed to go to Tatooine and I agreed that I would stay with him no matter what. I could see what this was doing to him and so I couldn't refuse him the chance to see his mother. I know what it's like to be separated from parents at a young age, always wondering, hoping that they are ok and that you haven't hurt them by leaving them to a worse fate. We finally traced her to a Moisture Farm in Mos Eisley, where Owen Larrs, his girlfriend live with Shmi's husband Cleigg Larrs, Owen's dad. When we got there, they told us that she had been kidnapped by a gang of Tusken Raider's nearly a month back."

My voice drops to a whisper now, and my mouth suddenly feels incredibly dry. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes as I remember Anakin's hysterical sobs echoing through the garage as he recalls the events of his mother's death to me, his warm tears slipping into my shawl as I held him close. I turn away from Obi-Wan and fiercely wipe away the tears, knowing I have to be strong to support Anakin.

I open the door, and some part of me just wants to run out there and then, straight into Anakin's arms to tell him everything will be ok. But Obi-Wan's silence stops me. I turn back and draw in a shaky breath.

"She died in his arms Obi-Wan. He went after her, feeling her pain. And you know, she had been so badly beaten that at first she didn't even recognise who her son was. He held her as she died that night….she didn't even have enough left to tell her son that she loves him one more time."

I am cut off by the tears falling freely down my cheeks. I weep for Anakin, for the pain that he must be feeling, for the conflict that he must carry around with him.

"He's 19 Obi-Wan…..19."

Without glancing back I hurry out the door, and rush to an air taxi, hurriedly babbling the destination to the driver. But as we fly through Couracant's airways, a voice calls to me, whispers in my head. I know who it is, and my heart breaks when I hear him say…

"Padme….if Anakin will listen….tell him….tell him I'm sorry I failed him."