Cowgirl4Christ: Well...er...I'm not sure. See, I had been thinking about Lord of the Rings, and then I started the chapter, and when I went back through to read it to check for spelling mistakes, I saw that I had been using 'we' and such things when Allie was talking...so I decided to add that in. Though it would be fun to torture Gollum...it might happen.

sheildmaidenofeorlingas: Like I told Cowgirl4Christ, I really just randomly added that it. I might do one with Gollum, I'm not sure...Glad you are laughing. Yes, Allie is extremely annoying..sometimes when I'm writing her character, I have this compulsive urge to just strangle her or something...:)

JediMan: He might win out in the end, who knows? I'm sure he loves being evil...

Legolas0: Yes, poor poor evil Anakin. It's rather fun tormenting him, though.

Sharca: Well, I plan on writing it until I feel I've reached the end. That's how all my stories go.

Chapter 7

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, Allie was shaking my shoulder.

"Anakin! Anakin!" She was screeching.

Believe me, I woke up in a hurry.

"WHAT IS IT?" I yelled. I had been having a very peaceful nap, and she had interrupted it, and, needless to say, it annoyed me.

"Oh! I was afraid that you were dead." She leaned back and settled into her own chair, which she had pulled close to the bed.

"But anyway, we must continue with you psychiatric evaluation. Do you ever see things?"

What? Did I ever see things? "Of course I see things! I have eyes, don't I?"

"Anakin, Anakin, Anakin," She said in a tone fit for a child. Or perhaps, the small dogs she had been telling me about. "I meant hallucinations, of course."

I clamped my jaw and said through my teeth, "No, I don't hallucinate."

"Glad to hear it. Do you happen to know what a llama looks like?"

Why was she suddenly changing subjects! All the time! I had never even heard of a llama!

I rubbed my helmet-less head and said, less-than-patiently, "Allie, I've never even heard of a llama. Okay? Now leave me alone!"

I was rather proud of myself, being so controlled and not ripping her head off. I naturally chose to ignore the fact that I had just spoken exactly like her.

"How can you not know what a llama looks like?" She screamed. Great, now she was angry? For what? "Llamas happen to be my favorite animals!" And this is suddenly a reason for me to know what they look like?

"Come with me!" She grabbed my arm, and with amazing strength for a girl her size, yanked me up out of bed and out of the room. She was running, which meant I had to jog. And honestly, when you've just injured your head, jogging is not a good idea. Especially when you are sure you are going to stop breathing any minute because somebody took your mask away...

Soon we entered a room, which I was immediately eager to leave. The walls were painted bright, neon pink, and plastered over them were literally hundreds of pictures of what I deduced had to be llamas.

"See? These are llamas! I have a llama back home. Her name is Leia. Aren't they so adorable?"

I wasn't really thinking about the llamas anymore. Or the pink wall. I was thinking about the name Leia. Why on earth did it sound like it should be so familiar? I didn't know anyone named Leia...

"Yes, Anakin. But you should." Allie turned to me with a sympathetic look plastered on her face. I was getting so sick of her reading my mind! For once, though, it might help me.

"Who... who is she?" I asked. An inward part of me was disgusted with how weak I sounded just then. Like a little lost boy, trying to find his mother. But another part, a greater part, was too curious to care.

"Your daughter." A hologram suddenly popped up out of nowhere, a picture of a face. The woman resembled Padme slightly, with dark hair and pretty features. My daughter? When... Suddenly, memories came flooding back, the ones I had tried so hard to forget. The ones that I had forced into the deepest corner of my mind, trying to rid myself of them. Padme was pregnant. Obi-Wan...

I slumped to the floor, staring at the wall but not seeing anything other than faces of old friends. My mentor, my wife, my mother... each face flashed before my mind in perfect clarity.

It wasn't until Allie slid to the floor next to me and handed me a cloth that I realized I was crying. I furiously wiped at my eyes, hating myself for crying, hating the memories for making me cry, hating Allie for making me remember.

"Don't hate, Anakin. Love. Remember who you loved."

With those words a fresh pain started, in my mind, in my heart. 'Remember who you loved'. Who did I love? I loved Padme. I loved my mother. I loved Obi-Wan... The list was not long, but I could feel the tug of my heart to each person. I still had strings attatched to them. My mother is dead...Padme is dead... Obi-Wan is...alive? At that moment I felt the greatest tug on my heart; the wish to see my old teacher; my old mentor; my old father-figure. The yearning to be embraced by him, as I had been when I was young.

I started to cry again. I sat there for some time, crying, with Allie right beside me, occasionally uttering words of comfort. Perhaps, I thought, Allie is right. Maybe there is some good in me after all.

A/N: I must say, I simply ADORE this chapter. Not so much the beginning, but the rest of it; oh! I just love it. The beginning was random, I admit, and I would change it, but I really don't have time and I need to get this chapter up.