To Dream

"Hope is a waking dream"

"Please? You wouldn't want your favorite granddaughter to have to wash dishes all by her lonesome, now would you." asked Eva.

Anakin rolled his eyes, "Oh….alright."

"Thank You." Squealed Eva, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchens.

"You wash, I'll dry." Said Anakin, grabbing a towel.

Eva set to work scrubbing the dishes. She was trying to scrub an unusually tough piece of meat from a plate when Smack, a cluster of foamy white bubbles hit the side of her head. Without looking up from the sink of dishes she sent a handful of bubbles at Anakin, hitting him on the shoulder. Soon enough all out war broke out and by the time they had finished with the dishes they looked distinctively disheveled, what with the foamy mess of bubbles strung through their hair and their pruny hands.

Anakin was busy the rest of the week and unable to help Eva with anymore dishes. So Eva helped out in the kitchens alone the next few days and was only too happy to be let off kitchen duty 2 days before the start of her mission. She slid happily into bed, her hands, for once were not pruned and damp as she drifted off to sleep

"You've never been to the Opera...have you Eva?" asked theSith. Eva did not respond but merely stood in the center of the room, desperatly trying not to cry...but her vision was becoming increasingly blurry, and one lone tear escaped...cascading slowly down her cheek. 'What happened, why am I so upset.' she thought.

"This, would be considered a bitter tragedy...the brave hero defending the helpless little girl, only to die at the hands of the villian...tsk...tsk...tsk...a terrible ending indeed." he continued, pacing around Eva. She watched him intently, her hands clutching the warm hilt of her saber. Suddenly he struck at her, Eva blocked the blow, jumping onto a high beam. She jumped down and swung her saber blindly at him, knocking his own saber far from his hand. She summoned it through the force and clasped it tightly in her hand.

'Someone died...who died...someone tried to protect. me..' thought Eva shooting a sideways glance at the limp body several feet away from her. The hood of its cloak had fallen back to reveal his face. With a shocklike horror Eva averted her eyes back towards the sith.

She raised her saber above the cowering man----------

Eva sat straight up in bed, panting. She let her head fall back onto the soft pillow. Finally she caught her breath and wiped her hand across her brow. She stared at the ceiling for a moment longer before clambering out of bed. She slipped on a pair of shoes and her cloak for she knew the temple halls to be very cold so late at night. Silently she opened her door and crept out of her family's living quarters. She tiptoed down the hall counting the door numbers...

"11401, 11402, 11403, 11404, 11405...Aha...11406." she whispered.

Quickly she typed in the password and slipped into the room. She continued to the bedroom and crept up to the sleeping form of Anakin.

"Anakin." she whispered, "Anakin."

He didn't stir.

"Anakin," she said again, her voice a little louder. Still he did not stir.

"Grandpa." she said her voice louder still. Anakin rolled over to face Eva.

"Huh?" he asked sitting up, "Whats the matter?"

Eva didn't answer. A moment later she was sitting in the living room with a warm drink in her hand and Anakin istting across from her. He stared at her, waiting for her to tell him why she had awoken him at 3 in the morning.

Sighing Eva spoke, "What were the visions of Padme dieing like?"

Anakin raised an eyebrow, 'Why do you ask?"

"Oh...I had a vision...or a dream..." said Eva trailing off into silence.

"What was this 'dream' about?" he asked.

"Uhh, well...I was on a ship and I was crying, and a sith, there was a sith there..."

Anakin set his cup down waiting for her to continue.

"He said someone had died...and there was a body...on the floor." Eva closed her eyes and sighed.

"Who was it?" asked Anakin quietly.

Eva looked up and stared at him for a moment. "You" she choked her voice barely evena whisper.

"Eva" said Anakin, "Eva listen to me. No matter what you are not to try and keep this from happening."

"But!"

"Look, I almost made a horrible mistake by trying to stop someone from dying." He paused, "Lucky for me I had a stubborn, bravegrandaughter to help me." he finished smiling. "Now you oughta get back into bed."

Eva nodded and hugged Anakin goodnight.

Over the next few nights preceding her mission Eva had the same dream. But each time Anakin was replaced by another of her loved ones. Luke, Leia, Han, Padme...finally a night before her mission she lay wide awake in her bed. Staring at the ceiling and trying to keep awake. She didn't want to have that horrible dream again.

The next day, red eyed and weary as ever she sat in front of Padme as her grandmother braided her hair so that it formed a braid that cascaded down her back.

"That'll keep it out of your eyes." said Padme humming absentmindedly. Ten minutes later Obi-Wan appeared at the door.

"Ready?" he asked. Eva nodded and hugged Padme tightly. She grabbed her saber from her bed and clapsed it to her belt.

"Ready" she said pulling the ribbon that held her braid tighter and hurridly following after Obi-Wan.

Ok sorry for such a long long long long wait. Oh and expect the next Chpater of my Last Hope Au story to be up pretty soon. PLEASE review(reviews inspire me to write quicker) so please please please please please review.