Authore Note: Hey guys...big cheer! I moved at last! HURRAH! And now I have finally updated, I hope this chapter won't be a dissapointment after all the waiting...please forgive me if it is...my brain is still scrambled from all the unpacking and trying to work out what goes where and where I can find stuff...oh and the new series of Doctor Who isn't helping much either...keeps getting me distracted, but hey!

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Padme, Yoda and Obi-Wan were sitting in the back of a taxi on Coruscant, being carried towards the appartment that Padme had called her home for the past few months. They were all in disguise. Obi-Wan had shaved off his beard and died his hair blonde, then borrowed some everyday clothes from Padme's father.

The cloak she'd borrowed from him for her own disguise was far too big for her, but then, having Master Yoda sat on her shoulders soon provided the extra height needed. She was Yoda's body, while he was her head, and the two managed to just about make it out of the transport without falling over. Padme was, after all, walking blind - guided only by the force, which Yoda was using to turn her gently in the right direction. When he wanted her to stop or put out her hand - or do anything really - he used the force, making Padme a walking puppet, which she understandably wasn't too happy about.

But it was for a good cause, so she held back her angry - and rather colourful - comments when Yoda stubbed her toe against a solid brick wall by accident.

"Senator Amidala, my appologies," he would whisper when no-one was looking.

"Please, just call me Padme...everyone else does," she replied politely, knowing that biting the Jedi's head off would get her nowhere fast.

My God Yoda, what is going on! She thought angrily as she felt herself bouncing on the spot, waving, a few moments later. And then she was jumping in the air and Yoda was leaping off her shoulders. The cloak fell down, freeing her head and at last she could see what was going on.

Yoda and Obi-Wan were in the middle of a fierce battle in the main lobby of the building where Anakin was being held.

Yoda had been making her bounce to try and catch the clones attention so that they would open the doors for them, and now he and Obi-Wan were effortlessly cutting them down with their sabers.

Grabbing a discarded blaster that had landed at her feet, she joined in the fight and soon it was just the three of them left. But an alarm had been set and Padme turned to the others.

"We have to hurry!" she said and Yoda nodded, sending a new group of clones flying with a strong force push.

"Get to Skywalker, you must. Hold them off here, we shall," he called to her just as the doors burst open and clones and the gathered rebel armies burst in from all directions, causing absolute mayhem.

The rebels were made up of volunteers, retired soldiers, active soldiers and basically anyone who could aim a rifle. Soon the air was filled with shouting, multi-coloured laser blasts, lightsabers and falling bodies.

"Go now!" Obi-Wan ordered as he ran over to her. "We'll come as soon as we can."

"May the force be with you!" she replied, shooting a clone who was sneaking up behind the Jedi.

"May the force be with you too!"

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Tearing herself away from the main fight, Padme ran for the stairs, knowing that the lifts would be out of use, or full of clones. She only hoped that Anakin was still there and that she'd be able to convince him to help them.

She met a few clones on the way down, but they took no notice of her, obviously believing that she was still Anakin's slave, so she had no trouble getting to the very top floor.

She could hear Sidious' evil cackle and knew that he'd got there before her. She hurriedly punched the code to open the door and ran in just as Sidious was raising his lightsaber. Anakin lay on the floor, smoke rising from the recent lightning attack. He wasn't putting up a fight, which surprised Padme. Why wasn't he putting up a fight? And more to the point, why was Sidious attacking him in the first place?

And then as Sidious was about to bring the saber down, she couldn't help but call out "No! Don't!"

Sidious paused and glanced at her, then decided she posed no immediate threat and turned back to Anakin. But Anakin was no longer on the floor now. He was standing, his lightsaber flaring dangerously in his grip, as he squared up to the Sidious, ready to fight.

Just hearing Padme's voice again had repaired Anakin's broken heart and filled him with a new hope. He was now ready to fight for her once again, and this time he'd make sure he won.

As the two Sith struck at each other, Padme realised that Anakin, although a strong swordsman, was no match for Sidious, who was able to use powers that far exceeded Anakin's. If she didn't do something soon, Anakin would die, and she couldn't let that happen.

Running into the kitchen, she grabbed the largest knife she could find and ran back out into the main room, where Anakin and Sidious had locked sabers and were both trying desperately to off-balance the other as their sabers scraped and ground together, hissing and sparking. Sidious was forcing Anakin backwards, towards the open balcony and if he continued, he'd force Anakin right over the edge.

"You have...failed me for the last time...Lord Vader," Sidious was hissing as he strained and pushed with all his might."I...should have killed you...long ago...!"

"My name...is Anakin...Skywalker!" Anakin responded as his feet slid a little closer to the edge.

Padme looked down at the blade in her hand, and then at Sidious' unprotected back, and made her decision.

Rushing forwards as if her own safety meant nothing to her, she crashed into Sidious with such force she almost knocked them both off the balcony.

She aimed for his back and swung the blade, but just as she did so, Sidious spun round and blasted her with Force Lightning. She still managed to swing the knife just enough to embed it in his shoulder before being thrown across the room.

Her attack, however, had given Anakin just enough chance to recover and as Padme dropped to the floor again, across the room, he jammed his blade forward, through the Sith lord's cold heart.

Sidious gave a sickening scream, staggered forwards as Anakin retracted the blade, and tumbled over the edge of the balcony, where he fell hundreds of storeys to the ground below.

Anakin stood and watched him fall with satisfaction. He'd done it. He'd finally done it. He'd fulfilled the prophecy which had haunted him for so long, telling him to bring balance to the force.

Now he'd redeemed himself by destroying the last threat to the Galaxy, and he no longer felt that terrible anger inside him, which he had been feeling for the past year or so. He felt free again, and it was all thanks to a simple slave girl who'd taught him how to live again. She had been the one who'd finally helped him to break free of a lifetime of slavery and entrapment.

Turning round to face Padme, he was about to thank her, when he realised that something was wrong. She wasn't standing waiting for him, like she should have been. Then he heard a gasp from somewhere near the door and charged back into the room, vaulting over the furniture in his haste to get to her.

She was lying beside the sofa, gasping and groaning as she held her chest.

"Oh Padme," he cried and his knees gave way beneath him as he dropped to her side. Gently removing her hands, Anakin saw that she had been hit hard by the lighting, and at such close range it meant only one thing. The wound was fatal and Padme was dying.

A lump formed in his throat as he gently lifted her head into his lap and cradled her, sensing her pain. "Oh Padme," he whispered again, and she looked up at him and gradually her eyes began to focus on him again.

"Anakin...is he...is he dead?"

"Yes Padme, we did it...he's gone forever."

"Good. I'm glad..."

He didn't know what else to say, so for a moment he sat there, soothing her and stroking her soft hair. Then at last he spoke again, and his voice was barely audible.

"You came back?"

"I came home," she replied with a weak smile and Anakin felt the first few tears splash down his cheeks.

The door of the appartment opened and Obi-Wan, Bail and Yoda all appeared, battered and bruised, but victorious. When they saw Padme, however, the smiles vanished from their faces and they understood immediately what had happened. Lumps formed in their throats aswell as they watched Padme struggle to say her last words.

"I'm not...afraid to...to die anymore Ani...because you're here with me..." she gasped and Anakin sobbed harder, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Don't say that Padme. You'll be alright. I know you will..."

But Padme had already gone limp in his arms and her eyes were sliding out of focus.

"No! Padme! Don't go! Please! I Love you!" Anakin sobbed, pulling her close to his chest. At the door, the three spectators bowed their heads in respect for their dead friend, and even Yoda began to cry, a single tear sliding down his green wrinkled skin.