Chapter Three

Obi-Wan sat up in bed, he groaned and rubbed his eyes. He turned to Padmé's side of the bed and blinked. She wasn't there. She wasn't even in the bedroom. He untangled himself from the blankets and shuffled down the hallway. Sure enough as he passed through the library he saw her sitting there, staring out the window. Padmé could sense Obi-Wan right when he entered the room but she made no move. She just sat there, her legs folded up on the soft plush huge chair, her head still laying on her knees, her arms wrapped around them. She sat there, staring out at the rising sun. She didn't move when she saw Obi-Wan's profile next to hers, not did she move when he bent down and laid a hand gently on her shoulder. Obi-Wan's hand moved from her shoulder to around both her shoulders. He pulled her close to him as he sat on the arm of the chair. Padmé finally moved her head to look at him. She smiled as she saw the concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine, love, really. Just thinking." she said, laying her head against him. Obi-Wan kissed the crown of her head and whispered,

"Care to tell me about it?"

Padmé shrugged half-heartedly.

"I don't know, it was just a dream. It…well, er..ok, I was in a house, it wasn't mine, at least…I don't think it was..I didn't recognize it at all. There were two children in my dream, a little 3 year old boy and girl. The little boy had blonde hair," Padmé looked at Obi-Wan and smiled, "he had your eyes and your smile. The little girl had brown eyes and my curls. They were both so cute. You were in my dream also, you were their daddy."

A silence issued between them. Both lost in their own thoughts, until Padmé sighed.

"Do you think this means anything?" she asked, curiously.

Obi-Wan looked at Padmé. Padmé looked at Obi-Wan.

"I doubt that it means anything, Padmé. After all, that's just what it is. A dream." said Obi-Wan, but even as the words formed on his lips and came out, even he himself didn't believe them.

Padmé smiled and hugged Obi-Wan. If she wasn't convinced about what he said, she didn't show it. At all. She'd make a good Jedi. Obi-Wan thought, smiling. suddenly an image appeared in his mind, an image of Padmé wearing Jedi robes and wielding an ignited purple lightsaber. Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh. Padmé looked at Obi-Wan, a puzzled look on her face.

"And what is just so funny, husband."

"You." he said simply, smiling.

Padmé laughed and kissed Obi-Wan softly.

"Lucky me." she whispered before kissing him again.

Obi-Wan's laughter floated through the library.

Anakin stood by the bed, staring down at her. It was morning but it was dark in the room because the shades were closed. He stood there, hands clasped behind his back, watching her sleep. He didn't need light in here to see her face. He had memorized it already. Every line, every curve. Everything about her. He imagined she had a small smile on her beautiful face, her red hair cascading down her head and on the pillow. Anakin moved from his spot and opened the shades, sunlight streaming into the room. He moved back to his spot, hands behind his back, and waited.
Ciana groaned and turned over, the blankets were tangled up with her legs, but she didn't care. She moved to put the pillow over her head but froze as she saw a shadow to her right. Ciana shot up in bed, a man was standing next to her bed. she couldn't make out his face, because the sun was shining on his back. She screamed as he took a step towards her. She scrambled to the nightstand on the other side of the bed, she grabbed something heavy and threw it at him. As she threw it she lost her balance and fell to the floor with a soft thud. She didn't see if she had hit him straight on. She lay there, her legs were tangled in the blankets which were partially still lying on the bed. It was a rather uncomfortable position.

She lay there stiffly, trying to ease her breathing. Get up! Get up now! her mind screamed at her. Ciana scrambled up and finally managed to untangle herself. She stood on her knees, clutching the side of the bed and looked across it. She couldn't see what was going on on the other side. Sith.

Anakin groaned and rubbed his nose. Gods, it hurt! Gods, why must it ALWAYS be books! He bared his teeth and shook his head. Gods, his headache was starting. This was going to be a rough day.