I am really glad you guys like this story and I am really lucky to have had so much support from my readers. Thanks for the feedback and the replies. I know I said that this would be the last chapter and it is. But the second halfis so full of emotion, that I am having trouble.

I didn't want to keep you all waiting so I here is the first part of the last chapter. I will add the last half perhaps at the end of the week.

Anakin approached the unconscious Obi wan lying amongst the rubble in the corridor. Anakin kneeled and shook his former master's arm in an attempt to rouse him from his slumber. Obi wan only stirred slightly.

"Obi wan." Anakin called. "Obi wan, please wake up."

Obi wan slowly opened his eyes and blinked several times to clear his blurry vision. "Anakin?"

"Yes master, it's me." Anakin said dropping his gaze shamefully to the floor.

Obi wan looked around and propped himself up on his elbow. "What in the blazes-"

"I am truly sorry." Anakin said with a guilt laden voice. "I-I don't know what came over me." He extended a hand to assist his friend up.

Obi wan took Anakin's hand and slowly stood up. "I do."

Anakin still couldn't meet Obi wan eyes.

"You lost control of your grief."

"I shouldn't have done that. My grief is no excuse master."

"Anakin, while the pain of Padme's death is still so raw, you must be mindful of your feelings. You are an exceptional Jedi Knight. Do not let your anger nor your grief lead you toward the darkside."

"Yes, master." Anakin nodded.

"All is forgiven my brother." Obi wan placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled slightly.

Anakin finally looked into Obi wan eyes. "There is something I must tell you."

Obi wan watched Anakin as he paced a few steps.

"Obi wan, you are not going to believe this. When I went into the docking bay, I was visited by – Qui gon."

Obi wan swallowed. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

"He came to me and told me the Jedis' perception of the force is what led them along this path. He said that we should embrace both sides of the force and keep it in balance."

Obi wan blinked and took a few paces back. Surely he has gone mad! Obi wan searched the ground for rhyme or reason to what seemed like insanity on Anakin's part. There was a long silence before Obi wan spoke.

"I can't imagine what you must be going through. You have been under tremendous stress these past few weeks. You need some rest."

"Obi wan, I'm fine. I didn't hallucinate this. This really happened."

Obi wan studied his former padawan and sensed through the force that Anakin telling the truth. Although this did not seem possible, Obi wan couldn't recall anything like this recorded in the Jedi archives.

A shimmering bluish white shadow of Qui-gon appeared just behind Anakin.

Obi wan's mouth dropped and astounding he said "Qui-gon?"

The corners of Anakin's mouth turned upwards in a smile and he looked over his shoulder at the ghostly image of his former mentor. He turned back at Obi wan. "See? I am not crazy."

"I see." Obi wan said stepping towards the entity.

Qui gon looked at his former padawan, "You have done well, Obi wan. You have even exceeded my greatest expectations for you. I am proud."

"Thank you Master." Obi wan bowed.

"Obi wan, I will go with you to Tandoria. The other masters must be informed of this revelation." Qui gon turned toward Anakin, "You mustn't waste anymore time. Go and do what you must for Padme."

"What are you doing with Padme?"

"I am taking her and the babies to Naboo. There is a chance that I can bring her back, if the force wills it."

"Then let's hope it does." Obi wan smiled. "Good luck, Anakin."

"Thank you Master." Anakin turned and quickly moved along the corridor toward the delivery room.

Varykino was the Naberrie family estate nestled in the midst of lakes, beautiful trees of green leaves and fruit. Gifted with a surround sound of waterfalls, and singing birds, Varykino was a place that was pleasing to all senses. It was a location Anakin thought most suitable for Padme's return. The hilly meadow behind the estate held many memories of stolen moments Anakin and Padme shared.

A staff of loyal servants that remained on the property during the family's absence maintained the upkeep of Varykino. Two of them, Nandi and Teckla, were in the courtyard tending the garden. Together these two had served the Naberrie family faithfully for fifteen years and were Padme and Anakin's most trusted servants. They were the only ones that attended the wedding ceremony and were the only ones that knew of Padme's pregnancy.

Nandi filled a picture of water and was prepared to water the flowerbed when she noticed someone approaching in the distance. She walked towards the edge of the courtyard and strained to see furtherer than her eyes would allow. Her black hair was pushed back from her shoulders by a gentle breeze as she stood at the entrance of the courtyard. She watched eagerly as the approaching figure came closer and closer. Her green eyes suddenly widened at she recognized the face of the man approaching. She turned and ran back towards Teckla and took hold of her arm.

"Teckla! She has returned!" Nandi could bearly contain her excitement. She bounced on her feet and covered her smile with her hands.

"Who? Nandi calm down! Who are you talking about?" Teckla stood up and wiped her hands on a cloth. She looked at Nandi incredulously as she pushed a lock of red hair behind her ear.

Nandi smiled as well, "They have returned."

Teckla furled her brows and her mouth gapped, "Are you sure?"

"The very handsome Master Anakin is approaching." Nandi's dimples seemed to sink deeper in her cheeks as she smiled. "He never comes here without her –well—unless he is meeting her here. It doesn't matter. They'll be here soon!"

"It will be good to see them again. We haven't seen them in a very long time." Teckla smiled to herself. "Of course, with all that's been going on. Come, we must prepare."

The two women ran towards Padme and Anakin's room and quickly prepared the room just the way they liked. By the time they came back down the stairs Anakin was already walking through the courtyard, carrying two bundles in his arms. Nandi and Teckla anxiously filed into the courtyard.

Nandi and Teckla spoke up in unison, "It's a pleasure seeing you again, Master Skywalker." They looked at each other and chuckled afterwards.

"Thank you, ladies." Anakin smiled halfheartedly. "It's good to see you too."

"And what's this?" Nandi jerked her chin toward the bundles in Anakin's arms.

Anakin chuckled and pulled back the blankets for both women to see. On site of the babies inside, they lost themselves in cooing and praising the adorable children. Nandi helped herself to Luke while Teckla helped her self to Leia.

"It's a boy and a girl, Nandi! Twins!" Teckla said barely able to contain her excitement. "Padme's given birth!"

"They are the spitting image of their parents." Nandi looked at Anakin, "When did she deliver?"

The smile faded from Anakin's face, "Last night."

"Where is my lady?" Teckla said as she swayed from side to side, like a tree in the wind.

"She's –she's" Anakin looked away from them and took a deep breath, not wanting to bring heartache to the ladies unecessarily. "still on the ship. She'll be soon."

"Is she alright?" Nandi said with concern mingled in her expression.

"She'll be fine." Anakin nodded quickly glancing at them. He knew he'd have to come clean with them about Padme and what's happened, if he couldn't bring her back soon. Nandi would be the first to suspect something was wrong. She was very smart and quick. "I must go back to meet her. Will you look after them while—"

"Of course, Master Skywalker. It would be our pleasure. We still have the cribs Sola had for her girls. I'll have Tokee remove them from storage. Don't worry, Master Skywalker we have it all under control."

"I know you do." Anakin smiled to himself and turned to leave. "I'll be back."

Anakin legs seemed to weigh heavier and heavier with every step. He must have walked through this courtyard a hundred times and the only memory of it was his first visit here with Padme. He tore at him again and again, seeing the terrace where they shared their first kiss. He quickly trudged on, back across the meadow, towards the cruiser…towards Padme.

Anakin carefully laid Padme's body on the bed. He carefully moved a strand of hair from her face and placed a delicate kiss upon her cheeks. "I need you to come back to me, my love. We are not meant to be parted. You must come back to me." Anakin stroked her cold cheek with his finger. He stood up and removed his robe. Tossing it lightly onto a nearby chair he began removing all his clothing except for his pants. It was time for his first attempt at bringing Padme back.

He sat Indian style on the floor facing the balcony and his back facing the bed. Placing a hand on each knee, he closed his eyes and began taking deep breaths. With each breath he took, he allowed himself to be swallowed into the force. His love for Padme was like an overflowing cup, filling him up from toe to temple. He pushed out all negative thoughts, all questions and doubts were pushed away. His skin tingled and suddenly he felt as light as a feather as if floating through the air. In his mind's eye he was in a dark forest and he stood the bank of a river. He could see some tendrils of blue and white, like wisps of smoke, whipping around the water, clinging mostly to the surface. Some tendrils would quiver suddenly and then dissipate into the water. He prayed that the same fate would not befall Padme's spirit—That she could hold a bit longer. He could feel familiar presences and some of old that he could not place. He understand that where he was, was in the netherworld of the servants of the force. It was like a river of force entities flowing around his feet as he waded through the mists of it. He searched ever again and again for her tendril, her for familiar strand, but was unsuccessful. The force was the current of the river, the natural flow of it. There were entities following its natural course. There were entities still fighting against, but was eventually overcome by the power of the force. Anakin could see deep at the bottom of the river was a dark mist that shadowed everything in it. He could sense tendrils there going against the current. He moved in as the water rose to his waist. He searched desperately stretching out with his feelings to find her. The more time he spent looking for her, the more anxious he became. He wanted her to return and he willed himself to remain in this spiritual plateau for as long as possible. The fear of failing her reared its ugly head at him. Anakin tried to deny it and strengthen in resolve but it was too much. Doubts came crashing down on him. His thought became a fog of inconsistent feelings. As Anakin continued moving into the river, he felt the dark tendrils at the bottom of the river swirl around his ankles in circles that grew tighter with every lap. Realizing this as an attempt to trap him, Anakin quickly jumped out of the water. He started to feel warm. He started to feel himself being sucked through a straw out of the plain he was in and back to reality. He snapped open his eyes, panting with his mouth gapping open and in a cold sweat. He struggled to stand and leaned against the doors of the balcony to regain his breath. The attempt to bring Padme back had weakened him significantly, and drained him of most his strength. He looked over his shoulder at Padme's body but still she lay like frozen Angel beneath a plate of ice. Anakin sat beside her in bed and held her hand, muttering his heart's wish and a desperate plea.

In the three days since his arrival, Anakin had confined himself to the bedroom only emerging to eat and see the children. Anakin meditated as much as he could, struggling against the tides to find his beloved wife. Each time he came out of the trance, it would be in a cold sweat and the wind was knocked out of him. Anakin sensed an elevated amount of fear and concern surrounding the servants of the estate. For in the time since he had arrived no one had laid eyes on Padme's body. The bedroom was always locked during the rare times that he it. Things didn't add up to Nandi or Teckla, but neither dared to speak up before it was revealed to them. Accepting that it was time to come clean with the servants, Anakin dressed himself in his Jedi uniform and moved down the stairs.

Nandi and Teckla were in the midst of whispers when Anakin approached. They suddenly stopped as soon as he stood in the doorway of the livingroom.

Teckla cleared her throat uncomfortably and asked, "Master Anakin, is there anything we can do for you?" Teckla was the older one and was wise. The tone in her voice and the look in her eye told him, that they suspected something and were ready to aid him in anyway possible.

Anakin didn't answer right away. He just looked at the two standing before him and admired their devotion to him and Padme. He understood what her question implied and made it easier for him to tell them the truth. He had hoped he could bring Padme back without having to traumatize the family and the staff with her death, but he had to admit that his attempts were failing. There was a chance that he would not be able to bring her back.

"Yes." Anakin said grimly. "I need to talk with you two. Please sit." He motioned towards the seats in the next room and said, "What I have to say will devastate you."

The two women sat down beside on another and held each other's hands. Speculation had been going back and forth explaining Padme's absence. Nandi thought that there was trouble between the two and perhaps Anakin is dealing with the separation poorly. Teckla speculated that perhaps Padme had been kidnapped or killed and Anakin had to go into hiding with the children. Anakin paced back and forth searching for the strength to them what he hoped he wouldn't have to. He hoped that in the three days that passed he would have been able to bring her back and would have been spared having to break the news to family and friends that Padme was gone, but that would not be so.

"When I first arrived, I told you that Padme went into labor the night before."

The ladies nodded.

"I also told you that she'd be here soon."

Again the ladies nodded.

Anakin sighed heavily, "but I didn't tell you that there were complications during Padme's labor. Although she delivered healthy children, she – her condition worsened afterwards."

"Oh dear." Nandi's tears began to blur her vision. Teckla held her breath and bit her bottom lip.

Anakin's voice cracked, "She didn't—um--" He turned away from them and placed his hands on his waist. Again he sighed, "She died shortly afterwards." He closed his eyes waiting for a great outcry.

Teckla covered her mouth with hand, "Oh Gods." She shut eyes against the tears that issued down her cheeks.

Nandi's chest heaved up and down, "You're wrong! She's not dead, Master Skywalker! She can't be! She can't be! I won't believe it!" She ran sobbing out of the room and towards the servants' quarters in the east wing of the estate.

Teckla stood up slowly and walked over toward Anakin, "Where is she now?"

"She is upstairs, in the bedroom."

"She has been up there for three days?" Nandi's eyes narrowed into hazel hemispheres. "Master Skywalker, what have you been doing up there all this time?"

Teckla was angry. She usually didn't refer to Anakin so formally.

Anakin was reluctant to say. He knew that she wouldn't understand, that she would become fearful of him and of what he was doing. However, Anakin was tired of secrets. Besides, how else would he explain why and what he had been doing for three days in a room with a dead body. He thought it better not to be specific. "I have been attempting to contact her spirit on the other side. She--passed away so suddenly—I didn't really have any closure." He turned and faced her. "I am not ready to prepare for a funeral."

Teckla's heart softened. She could see that Anakin was clearly grieving and had not accepted her death. She looked away and swallowed hard. "The medical facility where she gave birth—did the doctor there inject her with prothantil after she----to preserve her?" She couldn't bare to say the word.

"Yes." Anakin said quickly dreading to hear the words spoken from another person's lips.

"Master Skywalker, I hope you do not still expect me to remain silent about your presence here or what has happened to my lady?"

"No, I can't put you in that position. Go, do as you must." Anakin's voice was full of despair and defeat, but he was not ready to give up. His spirit was spurred on even more in the face of impossible odds. Anakin wanted more than anything to have his wife return to him, and he would see it done even if it took his last breath.