P.K.-91's Authors Note to all her lovely readers: Sorry for such the long wait, my lovely readers! (From what I have now noticed, after 'almost' every chapter I have writers block, so I hope you can all bear with me on such long waits for a chapter.) Had to get myself over writers block, first. Glad I got my 'groove' back, as Obi-Wan calls it.

If anyone is wondering, later on in the chapter, there is going to be a paragraph in italics, the italics symbolize as a dream/nightmare. Please feel free to review and tell me what you thought! Thank you all for taking the time to read my story, do review, if you wish, reading them gives me great (dare I say..'needed') motivation to haul ass to keep writing more. //smiles//

Enough of my rambling, from here on is your long awaited chapter.

Without further ado, I present to you…

Chapter Thirteen

The rain pounded against the walls and roofs of the buildings that the young woman passed, the soles of her boots crunching against the old crusty dirt on the pavement. She neither looked up, nor around. She knew where she was going; she knew where she needed to be.

"Do you have the information that our dear Lord Sidious needs?" A voice hissed across the shadows and above the howling of the wind and rain upon the roofs in which they stood under.

"Yes, I do." Siri said softly, inching towards the man clothed in a dark robe, the hood drawn over his face, only a bearded chin showed, yet that was even black as well.

"Good." The voice hissed, satisfaction thick in that one word.

The only sound after that were the sounds of the wind and the rain, as well as the sound of breathing. The man grunted and shifted his weight to his right left, staring at her. Siri blinked, a smirk appearing on her face.

"Something you wanted to know?" She whispered, fingering the datapad in between her fingers. Her smirk grew as she saw the man's eyes swivel towards the datapad in her hand. She waved in in front of him, laughing softly.

"I see you want to know what this is…Well," She said, looking at the datapad also, "this particular datapad belongs to Senator Amidala and I have obviously obtained it, to bring to Lord Sidious. You're probably wondering what in the name of Sith Hells he would want with a sticking datapad, but you see, patience is a virtue, so, I'm not going to tell you. All I want you to do is deliver this to Sidious, and if you don't, I have my ways of knowing, and I have my ways of tracking you down and killing you, myself." She said, steel in her eyes, her face etched with deadly seriousness. Sadly, she noticed, while the man took the datapad from her hand, he had never flinched or shown any emotion. Damn, maybe next time…she thought, as she glared at this man, her intentions clear to him in her eyes, and turned and walked down the alley, pulling her hood over her blonde hair, eyes down against the pounding rain.

Marius stared at the datapad in his hand, a smirk on his face. That blonde bitch actually trusted this with me…he thought as he turned and walked the opposite way, deeper into the alleyway. We'll see about that. Marius' deep laughter floated through the alleyway and into silence.

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"Padme.." Anakin whined softly, not daring to move from the surprisingly comfortable position he was in on his bed. He attempted to whine louder.

"Pa—" Anakin winced as light scorched his eyes and the sound of pounding upon wood floor reached his ears. He attempted to cover his eyes with his hand, but his hand had other ideas as it stopped halfway to his face and flopped back onto the bed feebly, twitching where it lay. The pounding sound increased and the loud booming made him want to scream and cover his ears.

Padme continued to walk to his bed, despite the reactions Anakin was giving off. She laid the tray on the night table lightly and leaned towards the suffering 'boy', asked,

"Anakin? How are you feeling? Any better?"

Between the loud booming and the pain in his head Anakin managed to say with clenched teeth and shut-tight eyes.

"Don't talk so loud."

Padme sighed, rolled her eyes, leaned closer, and whispered this time, the same question as before.

"How are you feeling?! Any better?!"

Anakin opened his eyes, his blood-shot eyes glared at her as if she were insane, his jaw still clenched, and he gave her one of those 'How does it look how I feel!!!' looks. Padme turned away, muttering 'point taken' and grabbing the napkin on the tray, waved it in front of him while watching him closely.

"Want anything?" she asked, putting it back at the feeble shake of his head. He groaned again and tried to cover his eyes from the light.

"I know for one thing, Ciana was much more cooperative than you." Padme stated as she walked and turned off the light, opening the door.

"You just get some rest." she said, shutting the door, darkness enveloping Anakin.

Ah, freedom…Anakin thought as he fell into a troubled sleep.

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//Ciana ran and ran, her lungs bursting for much needed air, her legs long ago had turned into jelly, and yet she just kept running.

She had to.

Ciana knew the number one rule while running from something was to never look back. Ciana broke the rule and looked back, her hair plastered to her face, forehead, and neck from the pouring rain and her sweat. She turned her head to find…nothing. Ciana stood there, her clothes sticking to her body from the rain and sweat, her hair in her eyes, breathing hard, looking, watching, waiting. Waiting...for what? Ciana turned her head sharply to the front as she heard a noise, her eyes widening as she saw Siri standing in front of her. Really close, barely a foot away from her.

"Si – Siri?" she stuttered softly, her eyes still wide, as she subconsciously stood in a fighting stance, ready to protect herself.

Suddenly a smirk appeared on the older woman's face, an evil glint glared at Ciana in those blue eyes, an evil glint which made Ciana shiver, and it wasn't from the rain, nor sweat. She took a step back as suddenly Siri's lightsaber was in her hand, ignited. Ciana watched in horror as the smirk became a scowl, and Siri's eyes were no longer a piercing blue, instead they were red. A glowing dark red, such as Ciana had never seen before. 'RUN', a voice whispered to her, urgently. 'RUN NOW!'

Ciana turned and ran, a voice following her. "No point in running.." Siri called, and yet…it wasn't Siri's voice at all. "You can't escape me."

Ciana's heart filled with terror as she heard someone running after her, gaining speed, gaining on her. Suddenly the running was gone from behind her, and Ciana halted to a stop as Siri materialized right in front of her, her lightsaber ignited once again. Suddenly Siri moved swiftly, so swiftly that if Ciana had blinked, she would have missed it, and the next thing Ciana felt was a blinding pain, and she was lying on the ground, her vision growing dim. A smirking Siri stood above her, joined by Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme. They all looked down at her as her eyes grew ever so heavy, her breathing becoming shallow. The last thing she saw and heard before her eyes closed forever was laugher. Mocking laughter. Obi-Wan, Siri, Padme, and Anakin stood there, laughing, as she died.//

"NOO!!" Ciana screamed as she bolted up in bed, her chest heaving as if she had just run miles on end. She shivered and closed her eyes, trying to vanquish the nightmare away. The sound of their laughter, their mocking laughter and Siri's voice echoing through her head. Ciana shivered again, pulled the covers around her, and tried to get comfortable while thinking of that nightmare. What was it all about? How could Siri have acted that way…she was a good person, wasn't she? Once again though, Ciana reminded herself that all that was was a dream, it didn't have to mean anything…it didn't mean anything. It was just a nightmare, she hoped. Before she fell asleep she told herself that she would tell Obi-Wan and Padme about this dream..nightmare, she corrected herself. With that last thought, their mocking laughter still echoing in her ears, she fell into a troubled sleep.

"No point in running." A voice whispered darkly to the sleeping girl from somewhere in the pitch-black room. "You can't escape me…"

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Until the next chapter,

P.K.-91.