"Up!" Jared awoke from being kicked in the ribs by a storm trooper. Damn.

"Alright, alright I'm getting up." Standing himself up he quickly brushed himself off and looked into Padme's room as he watched one of the troopers shake her awake. Silently to himself he cursed the fact that they were so adamant on giving him a kick to the ribs and being so gentle with her. Granted he did not want any harm come to her but just the point of the whole damn thing.

Padme's eyes shot open violently but instantly she calmed herself down not wanting to endure the harsh treatment that she knew they were fully capable of.

"Time to go to work." Padme got up from the bed and just looked at Jared who seemed to be waiting for her towards the front of the door. Rubbing her eyes she wished so hard that she was back on Coruscant again, during her days of the senate. She never really did any hard labor during her luxuries career, the closest thing she ever did to hard lifting was shooting her blaster on Geonosis.

They were escorted to the mining tunnels by the two stormtroopers, as soon as they entered the entrance of the tunnels they turned and left. The room's temperature was immediately changed, as if all the heat that should have been in the living quarters have been forced to the tunnels. The humidity was almost over bearing, every breath she took was as if she was gulping down water from a jug of water.

"How long are the shifts?" She asked, hoping they would not be long.

"12 hours, then 24 off." Jared replied automatically as he walked over to a spike and a wheel barrel. He looked back and noticed that she was not moving.

"I would advise you to help." He spoke, nodding towards the large tower that was viewing the work camp.

"They will shoot anyone that does not work." Padme instantly booted her heels together and started to help Jared push the wheel barrel. After they reached a section of the wall that was untouched Jared pulled out a spike and looked over to his work partner.

"Teams are usually two per, after we spike the rocks from the cliffs we put them in the wheel barrel and head them over to the conveyor belt." He pointed towards the belt by what seemed to be a machine of some sort.

They worked for a few hours, Jared himself was used to this harsh treatment. It was obvious that Padme herself was not. Constantly she stopped for a moment and gripped her hands, wiped her brow, rubbed her shoulders. Doing what ever she could to mask the pain that was pulsating through her body.

Jared was worried about her, she was not used to the harshness required for the tunnels and she could only take so much. Jared on the other hand has been here for a while, suffered through more than what most could possibly imagine. Yet he lived, he lived mainly because of his Jedi training, something in which he learned Padme was capable of learning. If she was going to survive up until there escape, he was almost certain she would have to learn the ways of the force.

"Are you okay?" Padme asked, noticing a change in his demeanor.

"Yeah, Just my arm is getting sore. Usually I can just block it out but its getting worse than normal." Jared replied, taking a deep breath he raised the spike up and swung down.

'POP!' A sound echoed through out the tunnels, Jared's arm was flaring up in pain. The same one Turris had broken a mere few years ago during there duel. He knew it never healed right, but he figured it would cause mild discomfort not full blown re broken again.

"Ah!" Jared screamed in pain, his bone was pressing against his skin in such an unnatural way. If it had been any harder it would of broke skin and blood would have been spilled on the rocky ground. Padme looked on in horror, her stomach felt queasy. All she knew was that Jared needed medical help, she could see his bones pressing against his skin begging to be free.

"Medic!" She screamed.

"Don't!" Jared yelled, not wanting the attention. There was no such thing as medical attention here, that why there was so much turnover here.

"It wont matter, if they find out I cannot work they will kill me." He muttered silently as he watched a guard walk up to them holding a blaster rifle in hand.

"Is there a problem?" He asked as he looked down at Jared's arm and grimaced.

"No, none." Jared answered, but the guard didn't move. He waited for Jared to pick the spike back up, to see if whether or not to kill him right there. Jared's eyes lit up as he saw this, taking a deep breath he tried to release the pain into the force but it only helped a little.

"Snap it into place." Jared directed at Padme, she looked on in horror. She was about to rebuke that thought but them she saw the guard reach over and Jared screamed in pain.

"Now, get back to work." The guard demanded.

"Cant you see he needs medical attention, at the very least a few days rest." She spoke, unwilling to be deterred. Instead the guard reached back aiming to hit the side of her face to get her to shut up, Jared caught his arm during mid stride, stopping him completely.

"I'm good to return back to work." Jared spoke, his body shaking because of the pain that was coming from his recently broken arm that he used to block the guards strike.

"Your fine, go back to work." The guard spoke out and shook his arm away from Jared which caused him to shutter in pain. Taking a moment to stare at the two he walked away.

"I really need to work on my mind control. Your fine go back to work? I did not say that." Jared spoke in a sarcastic light hearted humor which even Padme couldn't help but crack a small laugh.

"Your going to have to show me how to do that."

"After our shift, perhaps. I'm going to need a healing trance on my arm if I'm going to make it through our next shift. I suppose teaching you the ways of the force can start with that." Picking up the spike one more time he slammed it down on the rock, gritting his teeth with the waves of pain going up his arm. The pain did not lessen only intensify through out the rest of there work shift, it seemed like ages before the door opened for a shift change. After there shift, they were given there daily meal in which Jared took greedily. The meal wasn't by any means over abundant. It was barely enough to fill up a small child, but it did provide the necessary nutrients that the body needed for the day. Still looking around he could tell those who have been here longer, the scarce diet had given them a petite frame that seemed fragile at best.

As soon as Padme received her prepackaged meal from the prisoner that was assigned to pass them out, a man ran up and ripped them from her hands and charged off. She had a look of horror stricken on her face. She just spent the last twelve hours slaving her self at the tunnels doing the type of labor that would be considered inhumane in even some of the most back water planets in the outer rim. Now when she was finally given a meal to maybe provide a small glim of hope that would quell the hunger striking in her, some force forsaken larva had to steal it from her!

The anger inside of her started to brew, she was not going to just allow this to happen. As soon as her feet started to move she felt something hit her chest. Looking down Jared handed her his prepackaged meal.

"I...I don't want to take this from you." She muttered, not truly believing what came out of her mouth. In honesty she did want it, hell she was starving, but at the same time she would rather have her own back and not take it from someone that has shown her nothing but kindness since being on this rock.

"Its yours, Ive been through worse." He automatically replied.

"You giving away my meal?" A man spoke out loud, followed by his two entourages. He was of bigger frame, was standing tall at 6'2 and looked like he easily weighed over 200 pounds of muscle. Obviously he was among the crew that just arrived or else he would not of been so heavy, which also would explain him openly trying to confront Jared.

"Yours? I did not see your name on it, maybe ours got mixed up, were you perhaps given mine?" Jared replied sarcastically. The man stepped up to him, inches away from his face.

"You trying to be funny?"

"I don't know, should I try and be funny?" He pushed Jared with all of his might as one of the men that followed him was wrestling the package away from Padme. After getting pushed he took a step forward and punched the man in his throat. His jugular was pushed to the back of neck stuck, his hands wrapped around his throat trying desperately to suck in air to no avail. The man to the right of him that snatched the package turned to throw a punch which Jared easily weaved out of the way and used his palm to ram the bridge of his nose into his brain. The third man by the time he took a step forward to help his friends, recovering from the shock, came to a shrieking halt when Jared's boot slammed down on his neck from an extremely quick high kick. His neck broke on impact.

"You okay?" Jared asked instantly. She just stood there, she has been in situation's before when people died in front of her. Usually though it was during a battle of some sort, a blaster wound or a lightsabre. Never in hand to hand combat like this, the brutality of it all was appalling but yet necessary.

"Come on, snap out of it!" Jared spoke up, grabbing her arms shaking her back in attention.

"I'm fine." She replied, as soon as she did Jared went down towards the men and picked up what looked like food packages.

"They had theres, and they still tried to get ours?" Padme asked in disbelief, she would think they would at least eat there's first and then still be over ran with hunger. The fact that they did not even take a bite out of theres and still tried to steal hers was astounding.

"Yeah, its common actually. Often times when a person gets sent to prison they would try and establish superiority over there jail mates, in this case take our food."

"Barbaric." Padme responded appalled.

"Its prison, its suppose to be barbaric." Jared stated frankly. Looking down at the four packages of food Jared smiled.

"Well, now that we have enough for a decent size meal, how about we go to the cell and enjoy our food shall we?" They both went back to there cell and ate at what could be considered the living room. They talked about there days before the war, how they missed simple things of life. Padme told him about her constantly being on the run, she lightly mentioned her children but did not go into detail. Finally she mentioned about her capture by the SS and being sent to the mines. For the first time in a long time Jared was enjoying himself, having a deep conversation with someone for the first time in years was quite refreshing.

"You ready?" Jared ask.

"Ready for what?"

"You honestly don't think I can endure working tomorrow like that with the way my arm is do you?"

"You were serious about me being force sensitive? Are you sure?" She asked in disbelief, it was a hard concept to grasp. All her life she was went through life like everyone else. Seeing, smelling touching, hearing, The main senses which you learn about the world and of your self with. Now there was the force, a state of frame completely alien to her that she could tap into. It did intrigue her, but at the same time it was some what frightening.

"Positive."

"Tell me what to do." She stated before she even realized it. Jared took a deep breath and started to explain.

"Close your eyes first, it will make things easier."

"What?" There was no way doing this blind could make this easier, seeing something help you focused on a certain task, even with the force it had to make things easier.

"Close your eyes." He stated in calm manner. Sighing to herself she did and listened carefully.

"Let your hearing heighten, hear the simple things. The people chattering, soft gentle breeze of the coolant system, the work of the mines. Picture them in your head, Imagine you can touch them. Think of something you hold dear to you, anywhere or anyone but instead of thinking, feel it.

Padme did what he said, she first thought of her daughter. She could feel her happiness creep inside of her as her adopted father tickled her, playing with her on his living room floor. Then she thought of Luke, and taking a little harder concentration she could finally feel him. He was on Tatooine, watching his uncle Owen working on his land speeder. Even at such a young age she could feel that he was rather intrigued, trying to figure out this large object that his uncle was working on, almost as if he could understand it.

"Hey." Jared spoke silently, was probing around with the force as he could feel but she broke her concentration. Raising his hand up he wiped a tear that was falling down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, I did not expect to feel...so close to what I was concentrating on." She explained.

"Yeah, it defiantly takes getting used to. May I ask what you were focusing on?"

"My children. Leia was so happy, she was playing with Bail Organa her adopted father. Luke seemed to be so concentrated on his uncle Owen working on his speeder. Even though he's not old enough to speak yet, you could tell he was learning." She was starting to choke up. She needed to be with them, she could not spend the rest of her life here while missing all the best things of there lives. She wanted to be there when Luke piloted the first time even though she was sure to be scared half to death. She wanted to see Leia bring home her first boyfriend, going to her first ball. She wanted to be there through there through there first loves, to see them head off to school, help them through there first heartbreak. She wanted to be there mother.

"I miss them." She barely choked off before she started to cry. Jared was at a lost, he never expected her to just crumble like she did. He negotiated between two warring planets for peace, he locked lightsabre's with Sith lords and fought the deadliest of space battles, but when it came to a broken hearted woman he was completely and utterly lost. There was only one thing that made any sense to do during this situation, getting up he sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and waited for her to cry her self to sleep. After about what seemed like an hour, he could tell she was asleep. Placing his other arm under her he winced in pain from the pressure of her body in his arms, but yet he toughed it out. Walking her to her bed he lied her down and looked down at her.

"Sleep well senator." He remarked. Needless to say, tonight he would have to put himself in the healing trance.