Author's Note: Just wanted to make sure everyone knew this is an AU.

Thanks again to everyone who has been reading and reveiwing, again, please keep up the constructive reviews! I really appreciate them.

Disclaimer: The Star Wars Universe was created and is owned by George Lucas, this is just my imagination at work, based on the universe he has created. If this story is similar to another, it's pure coincidence.

Note: Thoughts are in italics.

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The man once known as Anakin Skywalker rested in his oversized black leather chair looking quite amused. He obviously enjoyed watching the Senator squirm, though she did not know why. "You cannot hide your feelings from me," he told her, an evil smirk slowly creeping upon his face.

"Then you must know that I am still wondering what you want from me." Padmé spoke with quiet firmness, looking down at her hands resting on her lap.

"Of course I do."

"I would like an answer, Vader."

"I know from my own experiences, Senator, that we do not always get what we want," he replied, the smirk replaced with an angry frown as he kept his eyes on her. Standing up, he walked behind the couch that she sat on. "You will do as I say, understood?," he whispered, leaning close to her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Padmé shivered, turning away from him.

Touching her chin, he turned her back towards him so that she faced him. The Senator had no other place to look but at him. "Understood?," he yelled, looking her straight in her chocolate eyes.

Padmé winced, closing her eyes as she nodded.

"Good."

Standing up straight, the Dark Lord walked into his bedroom, suiting up in his black armor once again. As he headed for the door, Padmé quickly stood up, turning to him. "Where are you going?" she demanded nervously as she smoothed out her dress. Tucking her chocolate curls behind her ears, she waited for an answer.

"I do not beleive that is any of your business, Milady," he snapped, his voice distorted and muffled behind the helmet. "You will stay here."

"You won't be gone long, will you?" she replied softly, not wanting to anger him any further.

"I have never sensed so much fear from you," Darth Vader walked away from the door towards the Senator, his cape billowing behind him. "Scared to be alone without your security guards, perhaps?"

"You know as well as anyone that I do not need security forces to feel safe."

"What do you need then?" he asked in a sarcastic, annoyed tone. As he walked a few steps closer to her, Padmé began to quiver.

"Anakin. Anakin Skywalker is who I need. He is the only one whom I could feel safe with. In his arms, next to him. . ."

"I believe you rejected him. You had better things to do," Vader said, now only inches separating the two. "And now he's dead," he whispered in her ear. Tears began to form in her eyes, though it was nothing new to her. Padmé knew that already, but hearing it straight from the killer made it worse. But she also knew that his was not a normal death.

"And you killed him. . . .from a certain point of view," she whispered. She wanted him to take off the helmet again as much as it hurt. She loved seeing his face; something she had never expected to see again.

"He deserved it." Darth Vader began to run his fingers through her loose curls as she looked down to the floor.

"Don't touch me," Padmé said, backing away from him. He started to remove the helmet, walking closer to her. There was the face of the man she loved, with the mind of a monster. He knows my weakness.

"You're right."

"About what?"

"I know your weakness." He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning down for a soft, passionate kiss - one that the Senator would not return. "You will do as I say, remember?" he whispered in her ear, bringing chills to the surface of her skin.

"Will you answer my queston?" Padmé muttered under her breath, but loud enough so that he would hear.

"What question might that be?" Vader asked as he held her in his arms, the Senator resting her head on his armored chest.

"How long will you be gone?" she asked quietly, now not wanting him to leave. When he took off the helmet, she couldn't help but think of him as her Anakin - not the evil Sith he now was. Now that she was with him, she couldn't breath. She loved it.

"You are still scared."

"Anakin still isn't here."

Sighing, Darth Vader picked his helmet from up off the couch, equipping it once again. Grabbing Padmé's hand, he walked towards the door.

"You may come with me."

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Darred wrapped his arms around his wife as they stood watching their babies through glass; not the way they had exactly pictured seeing them for the first time.

"A boy and a girl," Sola whispered as she looked down at them. "Sirté and Jarred. Padmé loved those names. I wish she was here."

"I'm sure she's on her way. She said she was coming. Don't worry about it, Sola."