The Next Morning at Padme's Apartment

Coruscant was truly the city that never slept. Despite the early hour and the dimly let streets, the highways were still full of life. For this, Jordana was truly grateful. It provided her with enough cover while she devised a plan of action. She sat inside her carefully hidden speeder, just outside Padme's apartment, surveying the area and trying to keep her heart from leaping out of her throat. What was she going to say to this woman? How was she even supposed to approach her. A combination of cowardice, fear, and regret crawled up her spine, and the thought of running back to the Temple to console Anakin was an extremely tempting. Before she could contemplate the notion any further, she saw a black speeder pull up. When Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped out, her mind raced with confusion. When she saw him being inspected by the guards, she knew this wouldn't be easy and she'd have to take care of this with a little bit of old fashioned sneakiness and stealth. Instincts carried her up the sides of the building until she reached a balcony that her heart told her belonged to Padme. She flipped herself over the railing and was about to enter when she felt Padme's presence approaching. Balancing herself on the railing, she climbed onto the overhang above the glass door. And not a moment too soon, because moments after she perched herself upon the overhang, the doors opened and Padme stepped out onto the balcony.
Now's my chance to talk to her. she thought, about to jump off. However, Captain Typho appeared before she could make any move.
"Senator, Master Kenobi just called. He'll be here shortly, he's already on his way."
"Thank you Captain."
Master Kenobi? Why the hell would he be coming here? Unless... Her heart sank when she realized all the possible reasons why he would be coming. Had Anakin told Obi-Wan about his marriage, or was Padme about to tell him herself? Was Anakin already in serious trouble? She debated whether or not she should jump down now, or wait until she had spoken with Obi-Wan. She decided on the latter, since she didn't want her presence to add any undue influence on their conversation. Several minutes passed and Padme was still standing on her balcony, leaning against her railing. Jordana wished she would just go inside. Her heart was pounding so loudly, she was certain Padme could her it as well.
"Senator," she heard Typho call, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Right after Padme walked through the glass door, she swung herself from the overhang through the glass doors before they could close. She thanked the Force for the stealth perfected during the war. She hid herself in a closet, leaving a small crack between the doors so she could see. Obi-Wan and Padme walked into the living room where he sat across from her.
"Is everything all right, Milady?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not, and please call me Padme." Her voice was shaking and even from several feet away, Jordana could see she looked pale. "I have a confession to make."
"Go on."
"During the time Anakin was protecting me, we fell in love. When he escorted me back to Naboo, we were married."
Obi-Wan was silent for a few moments, "So, you two are...married?"
"We were. Yesterday, I filed for divorce, and last night I told him we were through."
"As wrong as the whole situation is, Senator, why would you do that?"
"He's just changed so much, he's barely even the man I married anymore. If I disagreed with Palpatine during the war, I was a Separatist. He always thought I was cheating on him."
"Anakin's been through a lot, Padme."
"Obi-Wan I'm scared to death of him!" she cried, "I was always afraid he'd turn on me at any moment and kill me...and my unborn child!"
"Your what?"
She calmed down slightly, a few tears falling down her cheeks, "I'm pregnant, with Anakin's child."
Jordana nearly fainted. When her head stopped spinning, she clenched her fists in anger and had to force herself from busting out of the closet and killing Padme.
"How far along?"
"About a month."
"Does Anakin know?"
"No, not yet."
"If he comes to you, don't tell him."
"all right."
"Who else knows about the wedding?"
"Just the droids, my handmaiden Dorme, and Jordana."
"Jordana? How would she know about this?"
"She was there, at the wedding. Anakin wanted her there, he was insistent upon it. I didn't think it was a good idea. Now I know I was right."
"What do you mean."
"Before the wedding, Jordana threatened me. She said that if I broke his heart, she would kill me."
Padme broke down crying and Obi-Wan sat down next to her, trying to console her.
"Don't worry Padme, I won't let any harm come to you."
"Thank you Master Kenobi." she replied, kissing him on the cheek.
Jordana felt her stomach lurch forward and she nearly vomited on the floor. She watched as Obi-Wan left to return to the Temple and Padme went to her room. She thought about trying to talk to her now, but figured it be best if she just went back to the Temple right now. Anakin would need her most right now. Carefully she removed herself from the closet and tried to sneak back out the way she came. But Lady Luck was no longer on her side and just as she was about to exit, Padme walked out of her room.
As Obi-Wan was leaving Padme's room when he heard her terrified scream. He and Captain Typho ran back to her room, where he found Padme against a wall and Jordana running towards the balcony. Captain Typho and Dorme took care of Padme while he followed Jordana.
"Jordana, what in the blazes are you doing here?" he demanded.
She was backed against the balcony, her hands behind her back.
"I only wanted to talk to her." she said quickly.
"Then why'd you run?"
"I heard all I needed to hear." she replied.
"Jordana, you can't tell Anakin anything you heard today."
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't, it all depends on my mood." She looked over the balcony behind her. "But as of right now, I'm needed elsewhere. Later." She bent backwards and fell from the balcony, head first.
"No, Jordana!" he ran to the balcony and saw her falling rapidly towards the ground.
Cold air rushed up past Jordana as she free fell from the balcony. She quickly flipped so she was falling feet first and used her cloak in her hands as a makeshift parachute. But it didn't provide as much lift as she hoped, and she still found herself falling a dangerous rate. She felt herself panic when she felt herself slam into the passenger seat of a passing speeder. After recovering from the initial shock, she looked up and found herself staring straight at Tahira.
"Nice of you to drop in."