A/N- We have finally finished this chapter! Thank you for waiting on us and have a Happy New year!

Chapter 7

(Padme's POV)

I waited until I heard the sounds of his breathing calm down; alerting to me that he was in a deep sleep. Gradually moving myself out of the bed I stand up. Doing a gentle stretch, I lean over and tuck a pillow next to him so he will not awaken and find me gone. He grasps the pillow tightly, as if to hold it close, trying to protect it from the evil that surrounds us.

I forgot how cute he looked when he was sleeping, his blonde hair flopping onto his face, his body curled around the pillow pulling it tight against his chest, his eyes gently flickering as he dreamed. Stop it Padme, you're not meant to be thinking like this. Giving myself a mental slap, I move over to the cupboard. Quietly opening it I pulled out my black jump suit and quickly drop the cerise nightgown. It forms a dark red colour puddle on the floor. Kicking it into the cupboard, I quickly shut it and slip through my quarter's door to the living room, halting in front of the door; I slip Vader's extra lightsaber onto my waistband out from his cloak. I lean over to where the cloaks and coats are, picking up my boots I tug them onto my feet before running out my door in a hurry not to be late for the meeting.

(Sabe's POV)

I found my favourite white dress scorched. I snarl as I realize that Padme had yet again borrowed one of my favourite dresses. Picking it up, I hold it up to survey the damage and I am flabbergasted to find a large rip on the side of it. Throwing it back onto the bed, I stalk over to her room she shares with Vader to scold at her, not caring about the fact that it's 2am.

I exit my room I share with another one of our sisters, Gabriella, my bare feet making no sound on the metal corridor but the coldness seeps into my feet. I raise a hand to knock on the door of her chambers, and to my surprise the door just slides open. At this point it would have been wise for me to go back to my room, but my own curiosity makes me enter. Never before had I entered Padme's new chambers with Vader and here, at last, was my chance to see it.

Looking around I take in the pale warm yellow paint and decor of my sister's living room. Across the room hangs numerous amounts of pictures, but framed in the centre is a giant picture of our family, whilst mother was still alive. I remember that day still since it was one of our happier memories, I was only 12 and Padme was only 7. . Naturally curious I start to pry through my sister's cupboards, hoping that I'd find something to use against her and Vader. There is nothing interesting in many of them but then I spot a hidden door on the inside of one of the cupboards, reaching out to it I unfasten the clasp and watch the wooden door swing open. Inside lies a hidden stack of photos. Pulling them out, I flick through them; the first picture however catches my eye. Turning the photo over I see in Padme's curvy handwriting 'Shmi'. Shmi? Who on earth is Shmi? Putting them away I close the cupboard and wander closer to the bedroom.

The door silently slides open as I quietly walk in. My eyes flicker to the bed and a devilish grin crosses my face. This is my chance; my last chance to break up my sister's marriage. Moving closer to the bed, I sit down on the soft mattress, reaching out my hand I place a hand on his cheek and gently stroke the soft skin there..

(Padme's POV)

Leaving my chambers, I'm on the look out for any of the Empire's guards, I knew the risks if I was caught, made worse by the fact I am the Emperor's daughter, but I do not care. I have to tell them about what Vader did and that he knew I was a spy so I was no longer any help. Jumping into the first available shuttle, I program it with the clandestine codes to the rebel's hideout. My thoughts are a jumble in my brain. I can't make sense of either of them. My only clear one is that I have to get to the rebels….

(Sabe's POV)

I trail a finger down his face, tracing his gentle soft features. He turned to face me, his hands reaching for mine. I smile gleefully; here is my chance to bed the handsome Vader. There is a small smile gracing his lips as he reaches for me without thinking. His eyes still closed, he crushes me to his chest and murmurs into my ear. "I thought you were asleep."

Smirking slyly I whisper back, "I was waiting for you to awaken my dear." Taking my face into his large oversize hands, he uses the pads of his thumbs to trace my lips. Shivers of content absorb into my system as I realize how right this seems. He should belong to me, or I to him.. I shut my eyes. It did not matter what Vader looked like, all that matters is he is mine! His breath caresses my lips and I plunge his lips onto mine; tasting the sweet flesh of my ardour. His hands leave my face and draw up my short nightdress.

"Vader, make me yours," I whisper to no one. My words are too low for the human ear to account my prohibited expression. And the abbess of my sister's marriage has come to a conclusion.

(Padme's POV)

As I start the shuttle, I realize I have forgotten my com and bash my head against the control. Not again…what is happening to my memory? I feel the nausea starting again in my stomach and drop my head back against the cool metal control board. Oh god…not again…this sickness has been going on for more than two weeks. I close my eyes and slowly stand up. I trudge towards the door and realize that I am not going to be able to visit the rebel base tonight as by the time I come back it will be too late to go. Removing the codes from the system, I head back the way I came; keeping an eye out for any Imperial guards.

(Vader's POV)

I feel the cool hand stroking my face in my sleep. I move closer, wrapping my hands around her waist, my hands wrapping around her warm belly, my hands flat against her skin. I can feel the silk of her nightdress draping over my hands as I nuzzle her neck. Eyes still closed, lost in the dream I'm having about my beautiful wife. Suddenly I feel a soft touch against my lips, I open my lips to respond hungrily, thinking it is my beautiful wife in my hands. I pull her on top of me so that she rests on my chest before hearing a loud gasp at the door to our bedroom.

I open one of my eyes and jump up as I see the sight in front of me. Padme is standing by the door, a hand held to her mouth; I can see her gorgeous dark eyes glittering with tears in the light as I look confused at her. If she's by the door….who is next to me on the bed?

(Sabe's POV)

I lie languidly on the bed, watching the drama unfold in front of me. My eyes flicker to the couple as a lazy cat smile threatens to over spill on my lips. I wonder if I should pull my nightdress back down as I see Vader's eyes come to rest on me. I look up lazily at him before hearing a strangled gasp of 'Padme' before the bed moves as he gets up. I hear her shout "I hope you both have a happy life!"

. He turns from the door, long enough to give me a look of pure hatred. Oh hate me now Vader, but trust me, you'd be thankful one day for breaking you out of this marriage and then you will be mine. I respond back with a seductive look before he stops disgusted out of the door.

(Padme's POV)

I feel another rise of the nausea that has been haunting me and I clutch my stomach as I run. I can hear Vader behind me screaming my name loudly, "Padme'! Come back here! Padme'!"

I refuse to turn around, too hurt by what I saw. Vader's love was just a lie; why else would he be getting off with my sister-the slut! The thoughts rage in my head as I run, knowing soon I will tire and he will catch up.

The nausea gets even worse and I am forced to dash into the nearest toilets on the ship. Clutching the edge of the white porcelain of the sink, I feel myself heaving as I throw up all that I had for dinner. I feel a wet cloth against my forehead as I lean over the sink, a warm hand holding me up, cradling me against a firm chest. Padme, stop those trains of thoughts, bad Padme.

The retching stops and I collapse against the side of the sink, a hand brings a cup of water to my lips and I barely have the energy to gargle but I somehow do so. The hands help me stand up and I hear a soft, low voice that I know very well against my ear. "Padme'"

The anger inside me helps fuel enough energy for me to turn around to give him a hefty slap to his cheek; the sound of the slap resounding in the small bathroom. He turns to look at me with shock. "Padme'." His soft voice again croons in my ear and I turn around to look at him.

'Don't you dare think you can get out of this one!' I spit at him, 'I saw you and her together!' I bite off the words, as I untangle myself from him and move towards the door.

"Padme'! It's not how it looks like." He pleads, the pleading tone catches me off guard and I turn to look at him. I'm so use to seeing him all smug and mighty that the pathetic look on his face makes me feel sorry for him, but soon it changes to one of disgust and I walk out the door, my head held high as I walk towards my father's suite.

(Vader's POV)

I begged her, pleaded with her, and the look of disgust brings tears to my eyes. The last thing I ever wanted was Padme looking at me like that. I fight the tears back, picking up the cloak that dropped on the floor and puddles on the floor; I strap it on realizing instantly that it's one of mine.

I move out of the bathroom, keeping to the shadows as I walk to the balcony. Locking the door, I sit against it before tugging my legs to my chest, crying; crying for my lost love that would take a lot of healing to replace, crying for everything that has gone wrong in my life and crying for not doing anything wrong but thinking that another woman was my wife.

(Padme's POV)

I hammer on the door, hard, loud and fast. My knuckles and the side of my hands hurt as I sob and pound. Suddenly the door opens and as it is unexpected, I trip and stumble landing at the feet of my father's butler.

I'm a pathetic sight to anyone who would see me. Eyes red and puffy, hair tangled and wild, my suit crumpled and I feel rather dizzy, dizzy enough that I know I would not be able to stand up properly. I see the butler's feet by my eyes and quickly see them disappear before they are replaced by slipper covered feet and I hear the shocking cry of "Padme'" which then causes me to cry slight more.

I feel a pair of hands quickly pull me into his grasp, holding me in his lap like he use to do when I was a kid. I lean my head on his shoulder and sob until I feel myself loosing consciousness as the dizziness intensifies. The last thing I remember is hearing the loudly shout of "Padme, hold on darling!" before falling into the darkness that seems safe.

To Be Continued.