Greetings my readers. I am soooo sorry for vanishing like that. I was bone dry of ideas until I got myself back to typing. Anyway, here's the latest update!

Aubree ran up the steps to the cantina, her guitar strap hanging on the side of her back. She pushed the door open, excitement flooding her as she entered the fluerescent light.

Various aliens sat at the barstools, but fewer than when she had performed since it was more towards the dawn hours. It was rare, for any species, to drink towards the early hours.

Treh sat at the bar, rubbing his head helplessly. That was, until he saw the girl bound in. He stood up, the rare stern expression across his face. "Where have you been? I thought one of Alora's goons had gotten to you," he growled, not angrily, but worriedly.

Aubree hugged him around the waiste, smiling up at him. "But it was important!" she retorted, gesturing to the woman who had just entered in the doorway. "My mom found me, anyway."

Treh could have sworn that his jaw had dropped to the durasteel flooring. He had heard Palo talk of Padme on occasion, and had even seen paintings he had said that she "inspired". Treh knew that it was her, as he stood up.

Padme stepped towards them, hoping that she was not interrupting anything. She hoped that the man that Aubree was with would not recognize her publicity, especially since the rumors of the assassination attempts.

"You're Padme Naberrie," Treh stated, his eyes locked on her with a look mixed with concern and yet slight anger.

The young woman halted, as she nodded quietly. "Yes, I am," she managed to say, slightly startled by him.

Aubree tugged Treh's sleeve, knowing that he was acting strange. "Uncle Treh, that's my mom. I'm going to go back home with her," she explained. The man nodded, as he suddenly opened a drawer.

"I was a good friend of Palo, Miss Naberrie," he stated as he did this, "and he told me that if you came searching for Aubree, to give you something." His hands drew an envelope, battered with time. He handed it to her, as Aubree stepped towards her mother.

"What is it?" the girl asked, standing up on her tip-toes to see what Padme held in her hand. The woman brushed her fingers against it, feeling the thick dust across it.

"Thank you," she managed to say, deciding that she would open it later. She gazed down at Aubree, forcing a normal smile as best as she could. "Do you have what you need?"

The girl ran towards a set of stairs, heading up. Within minutes, she had returned with a small pack on her back. "I have some of my other stuff back in Dad's house. Can we stop by there?" she pleaded.

Padme nodded her head, as she picked up the bag. "Certainly," she replied, though aware of the pain she would endure going there. Seeing memories of him would hurt, but maybe, this could ease the heartache of time.

Aubree opened the front door with a code that she had been taught, the entrance of the massive house revealed. "Nothing too fancy," she stated sarcastically.

A staircase was just meters away from the entrance, but opened up to a dining room and hall. The rooms were massive, much bigger than any that Padme had seen in any of the Senators' homes. The doors were open, but no sunlight shone through the closed and covered windows. It seemed as though when Palo died, the home died as well.

The walls were decked with paintings and holos, from of fields and oceans to simple holos of himself and Aubree. But the one that brought tears to her eyes was one that hung towards the center. It was of two children playing in a field, herself and Palo.

Aubree gazed back at her, immediately walking towards her and hugging tightly. "He missed you a lot…" she said softly. She looked up at her, sighing. "He told me all about it."

Padme frowned, motioning for them to sit on the stair steps. "About what?" she questioned.

"The fight you two had before he left. He felt guilty about it…so bad that every day from six to eight o'clock he would study politics so that someday he would come find you and apologize. He thought that then he would be able to carry an intelligent conversation with you. That's when he was going to get that envelope from Treh as well. He'd even have me quiz him," she explained, unable to look Padme in the eye. "He said that you called his paints stupid."

Padme winced at this, hating to recall that day. "Go on," she insisted, knowing that she had to hear this sooner or later.

"He said he felt stupid from that day on. He didn't start painting again until I asked him if he'd teach me," the girl finished, her eyes setting upon one of his paintings that gracefully adorned the wall.

Padme smiled, her eyes seeming lost in the past. "That's why I loved him. He seemed so wonderful to me, and I will never forget him. He always cared about everyone, and after he left, I could not concentrate on politics for the longest time. Or anything. After I gave you away, I felt like I had lost Palo all over again. It was as though I had had my heart torn out. I cried as if it were me dying," she stated, shaking her head at the horrid memory.

Aubree frowned, having not understood quite what had happened. "But why did they think I was dead? Dad pilled me out of a burning ship. He had a blood test taken to see who's kid I was, and it turned out that I was his," she explained, from her point of view. She suddenly scrunched up her face, opening her mouth to speak but closed it again like a fish out of water. She frowned and internally fought this until it spilled out of her mouth.

"Why did you do it anyway?" she questioned, curiousity winning over. Padme blushed brighter than she could ever recall.

"I don't remember," she stated automatically, hastily trying to cover it up. "So you learned how to play guitar? Who taught you?" she asked.

Aubree raised her eyebrows. "Dad. He called himself an 'artist of all sorts'. He painted, played guitar, wrote poetry, wrote books, and more. You name it, he did it," she said flatly. "He never did tell me exactly what the fight was about…always said that the story was for you to tell." She gazed over at her mother expectantly, hoping that it wasn't as bad as she had imagined.

"You really want to know?" she sighed, "The reasons were simple. Our ideas conflicted, art versus politics. We just could not truly agree. And he asked me to run away with him after the work I had put into to get so far. I was on the brink of truly becoming someone who could change Naboo, to change the galaxy. But I had to refuse him, and there we drifted."

Aubree nodded. "It took him years to get over you. Just two years ago he got married…That kath hound of a woman hates my guts. She was just in for the money he had earned through his art." She sighed, shaking her head helplessly. "Do you love me? Truly?" she asked quietly.

Padme immediately drew her into her arms, the two breaking down into tears. Her throat was choked, her heart broken over Palo's trusting heart, and that her daughter had to question her love.

"Always. Forever, Aubree. From birth to the ends of the galaxy," she whispered, rocking the girl back and forth to soothe her. Aubree was never the type of girl to cry, her exception her father's death. And now her mother's acceptance of her was overwhelming.

She lifted her head from Padme's shoulder, sniffing. "I look a lot like you," she commented quietly. Her mother laughed, smiling at her.

"I don't know…you're certainly like your father," she responded as they sat together. The girl cocked her head to the side, scooting just a few feet away. Padme gave her a questioning look, wondering what she was doing.

"Does your hair really turn gold when the sunlight touches it?" she burst out. Her father had made that remark once, and her nexu kitten curiousity had claimed her once again.

Padme laughed, shaking her head. "Did Palo tell you that? I can't really tell."

Aubree smiled. "I suppose it's an artist's curse. We notice things that others don't. Like for an example, the many hues in a blade of grass," she remarked. She shrugged this off with a grin. "I'm going to finish snagging my stuff. If there's anything of his that you want, it's yours. He'd want it either in your or Uncle Treh's above all."

Padme nodded quietly, as Aubree raced up the stairs. She, however, carefully stepped towards the only room that had a shut door. Her hand shakily reached for it, turning the old fashioned knob.

The room was large, but simple. Just the way he liked it, too, she reflected. The furnishings were elegant but classy, a square-shaped bed with a black head board. It was slightly masculine, the bed still messy from the last time Palo had likely slept in it. His walls were solid white, though small tackings of paper did hang. He had a nice window seat, a fantastic view of the Alderaanian mountain range. The room looked modern, except for the painted footsteps, where he most likely had entered after working on some of his works.

Novels of all sorts sat on shelves, majority labled with Polici and literature. She nearly laughed at the copy of 'Politcians for Dummies'. She sat down on the foot of the bed, her hands placed on top of the envelope that had been with her. Her fingers brushed against it, as she gingerly lifted the seal.

Inside was a letter, another folded piece of paper, and a crushed rose. She lifted open the letter, it much like the previously sent datapad. But she was more in shock of the folded paper. In it was an old sketch, of her.

I drew this when we were thirteen. I'm positive that you're as beautiful now as you were then. This was one of my many masterpieces inspired by you. Hopefully we'll meet again, someday.

Love Always,

Palo.

She fought back her tears, tucking it safely in her pack. She would keep it forever, to remember her first love. But would she find another? She sighed as she heard the door creak open.

"He always seemed to be lost in his thoughts," a small voice commented, as Aubree stuck her head through. "I think they were of you."

Padme smiled, walking towards her. She lifted one of his copies of 'Politicians for Dummies' and his favorite paintbrush. "Yes…he voiced that in his letter. Along with something else. The inheritance is for you, and I also have been sent your papers," she said as they headed downstairs. Aubree solemnly nodded, as she locked the front door for the last time.

"WOAH!" she gasped, seeing the Nubian cruiser followed by several other crimson starfighters land down on the yard. "That's not something you see every day around here…" she commented.

A man of tall stature in uniform immediately stepped down from the landing ramp, his arms crossed in frustration. "Senator Amidala," he greeted, though he did not seem too angry, just flustered.

Padme inclined her head, smiling. "Captain Typho. May I introduce you to my daughter, Aubree?" she introduced, as Aubree made an awkward curtsey.

"Hello," she said with a smile. The man smiled, though the eyepatch slightly frightenher. He smiled, remembering his manners.

"Milady, you do now that you left us at capital wondering where you were! There has been an emergency meeting in the Senate, and we must gather you to go immediately," he immediately stated after taking a bow of greeting towards the girl.

Padme held her breath, well aware of the situation. "Then we must leave immediately, Captain. I can get onboard the starship immediately," she said, stepping towards the ramp. The captain stood in front of it, shaking his head.

"Too many assassination attempts have occurred. We would prefer if you and your daughter would fly wing starfighters along with myself. A decoy could work, just as you performed in your days as a Queen with my uncle?" Typho recommended. Padme rolled her eyes, hating the situation.

However, it was by far different reaction from Aubree. "We get to fly starfighters?! No way!" she cheered, earning a smile from the Senator's guard.

"Captain, I'm sure that there is no danger," she assured, as a pout was heard from Aubree.

"Please, mom?" she begged, her hands knit together. Padme sighed, nodding her head. "Very well. But do you have flight suits for us?" she questioned.

"This way, Milady," Typho instructed, allowing her access to the starship.

"YES!!!" Aubree cheered, pumping her arm up in the air.

To Coruscant we go! Next chapter will have some Anidala! By the way, this is now currently Episode II stuff. I will not cover the movie entirely because I don't want to be a copy cat. Select scenes may be used, but I will be adding Aubree into the mix always. Be prepared for some minor fluff and attempted angst. I do enjoy you guys' help with this fic by your reviews.

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