The air in the Palace meeting hall was crisp and cold to the skin. It was a serious meeting about the safety of the Senator and the destruction of an entire solar system's economic development.

Yet the two leading members of the meeting, usually more than adequately sombre, couldn't stop smiling.

Kenobi knew he felt far to elated for these proceedings but couldn't seem to care.

The woman next to him was his bride-to-be and as she started angrily at a morally vacuous Senator he felt her small hand squeeze painfully hard on his own hand, which he began to regret placing around hers beneath the desk.

"If I may interject M'Lady" The title felt odd on his lips but he knew he had to treat her as a professional before these men, some of whom regarded her as a vulnerability because of her gender.

"I believe it is a holiday of the Gungan people on this day and I would really like to be better prepared before beginning the Security side of this meeting. With your permission I would ask that I am allowed to hold my section at a later, more prepared date." There was a hopeful stir amongst the politicians, if she agreed it would mean they could break the meeting up soon.
Padme' nodded curtly and in a strong guarded voice smiled, "Yes, that would probably be for the best Knight Kenobi, but please try to be better prepared next time." Kenobi tried to look appropriately hurt by the statement and nearly allowed a laugh to escape his lips as he mentally whispered to her: You'll pay for that.

Anakin, who had busied himself making preparations for Obi-Wan's tribunal walked in late.
"Sorry for my late arrival Master, Padme' If I may, I would request that the Senator come with me, there is urgent news that requires her attention." Obi-Wan looked up and met his Padawan's gaze. There was something missing in his eyes, respect, it appeared to have been replaced with an air of contempt.
"Padawan, this should have been screened through me beforehand; I will see you once the meeting is adjourned." The reprimand hit hard through the air and there was the usual tension that preceded one of Anakin's scenes.
"I would have but I was told not to tell you. I must speak in private with the Senator immediately. "Padme's grip tightened around Obi-Wan's and she smiled easily at him.
"I am sure you can spare me, take my sincerest apologies gentleman, we shall have to reconvene another time. Padawan Skywalker."

As she exited Obi-Wan was sure something was the matter and very nearly didn't let go of her hand as she rose.

His Padawan and fiancé left the room and then he was alone with a group of politicians. With a nervous smile he stood and then was pinned by the Senator of Appropriations into a dull conversation about the increase of taxes in Coruscant.

Once outside the room Anakin led her round to the side of the Palace only used for balls and other diplomatic functions.
"What is it Anakin?" She questioned almost frantically. He hadn't said a word other than 'follow me'.
Satisfied they were alone his head snapped up and he looked at her, his eyes making her nervous as they rolled over her body.

"Well?" She was feeling uncomfortable; his gaze was in no way subtle or complimentary. It made her feel dirty.

"You know exactly what it is!" His words were edged with venom and she was confused, what in the blasts was he on about?

"What?" The genuine confusion in her words made Anakin let out a coarse laugh.

"Oh, you know. I saw you two. What am I not doing it right? Does he recite the code when he touches you?" Anakin pulled her close to him, "Or should I try to be stoic like him? Stoic Kenobi probably wooed you with talk of the greater good didn't he?" Padme' blinked and gasped, he knew. How could he know? And now he was touching her, and talking to her as if she was a common pleasure slave. Angrily she pushed him hard off her. "I don't know what you're suggesting but don't touch me, remember your place Padawan Skywalker." She tried to be as diplomatic as she could with him, his eyes read danger and the way he leered at her was making her pulse rise in fear.

Anakin let out a snarl as he reeled away from her and then stomped back to her, pressing her to the wall and taking a moment to smell her, breathing in her scent in the way he had always fantasized he would do. Yes, she was his now. The oh-so-proud Senator Amidala wasn't so strong now was she? She was a common whore, and if she'd do his Master she would do him too.
"Anakin stop it!" She tried to push him away again but he held her tough against the wall.

"Oh? Stop? Did you tell him to stop? Or were you the one who asked him to your room? I'm done with you're teasing, you know how you look. You flaunt yourself in front of men and then deny them what you offer…well not me." Padme' let out a breath of air, and suppressed the desire to let out a whimper or scream.

"Anakin let me go and I won't tell anyone, just back off. You don't want to do this!" She tried to appeal to the boy she knew from Tatooine. But he just smirked and pressed his lips painfully to hers. Padme' screamed but it was lost in his mouth as he pressed hard into her lips, she could taste blood where he had broken her bottom lip. Her mind was by-no means silenced however. It rushed with anger and indignation; she called out to Obi-Wan, screamed for help.

She hated herself for allowing him to do this, and a part of her compared him to Obi-Wan.

This kiss was forceful, painful and selfish. It was the opposite of his Masters gentle and cautious kiss. As he broke from her these thoughts were pushed angrily aside and Padme' tried to kick and then finally screamed, despite knowing no-one was in ear-shot she screamed. She screamed until she ran out of air and her voice cracked from the strain. All Anakin did was smile.
"No-one can help you Senator, your at my will now." Anakin spoke the words with pleasure. He would make her beg, as she had in his dreams. Beg for him; tell him he was better than any other man.

"LET ME GO!"

Anakin mocked her and moved his head from side to side, pretending to consider it, "Err, no."

Obi-Wan heard her scream resonate through the force and felt terror strike every single vertebra in his spinal cord. His blood ran cold and his teeth ground together. Before he could gain control of his emotions he pushed past the man before him and ran to the door, charging forward and through the maze of corridors that made up the palace. Into the disused side and toward the origin of the call. His footfalls echoed up to the high ceilings of the palace and his breathing was erratic.

Then he saw them, and he couldn't believe the scene before him but didn't stop to double check. He didn't even slow down, just kept sprinting toward them…toward him.

Before Anakin had time to see him Obi-Wan knocked his left hand into the younger man's shoulder, effectively turning him to his Master and off Padme', then with his right he punched hard and fast into his face. The boy hit the ground hard but by now Obi-Wan didn't care, quickly he turned to Padme' and saw her shaking, slumped slightly against the wall. "Oh God's, Padme'." He pulled her to him and felt her shake with each sob. "I am so sorry, what did he do?" The hands ran soothingly up and down her back, the question was more to himself then her. But before she could answer Obi-Wan heard a callous laughter and felt the butt of a lightsaber hit him in the back of the head.

Dazed Obi-Wan stumbled backwards, heard Padme' scream and then his Padawan laughing. He pushed himself up with a hand and felt blood running down the back of his neck. Everything moved in slow motion. He turned to see Anakin holding his un-ignited lightsaber like a baton and spun, seeing Padme's back away. Then he felt his own hand, as if acting on its own push against the floor and propel him to his Young Apprentice. He raised a hand in anger to strike him and then looked at it, dropping his hand tried to calm his turbulent mind.
"Don't do this Anakin. You're better than this…" Obi-Wan didn't want to fight him, despite what his anger told him.

"No I'm not! And don't lecture me Mister Perfection! HA! By the way I told the council all about you and that whore…you're not so squeaky clean now are you? Well guess what 'Master'. I can say I was trying to protect Padme's honour. That you two were trying to consummate your relationship and I broke you up…but unfortunately casualties resulted." Obi-Wan clenched his teeth and let out a grating breath, he had to resist his anger, anger led to pain and pain to the dark side.

"Yes, that would be perfect wouldn't it" Anakin strutted slightly as he spoke, smiling as went. "Yes the prodigal Obi-Wan fallen and tempted into darkness by the cheap whore-" Anakin never finished his last insult as Obi-Wan gave in and pulled him over by his dark tunic, planting a strong right hook straight into his nose. "
"I think not Young One." Was his only comment before turning his attentions back to his love. She was crying into her palms when he took her into a warm embrace.

"Gods what have I done Padme'."

As they stood frozen in pain, Anakin motionless on the floor, Council Master Mace Windu descended through the Nubian atmosphere and was greeted in secrecy by Commander Typhoo.
"You kept my arrival covert?"
"Of course sir, if I may say so Sir I wouldn't trust Padawan Skywalker. I have only the highest regard of Knight Kenobi…he has always been kind to me." Typhoo struggled with his words, he knew the allegations, how damaging they would be. He couldn't think of what good this would do, it would only cause them pain.

"Your concerns are noted Commander, now please take me to the palace."

Typhoo nodded and opened the door to the transporter for Windu, grim in the knowledge of the events that would come to pass.