hello again reader sorry for the wait of *gasp* 5 days i'm so sorry might have been something to do with the Royal Wedding and the parties which entailed from it. hope everyone else had fun even if they weren't from the UK. So anyone here it is another chapter, a bit shorter this time and again written on the train so i know it is a little weird but hey i'm sure weird is okay. So without further ado...what...oh yh i forgot disclaimers: i don't own star wars George Lucas does but the story line is mine. there we have it...on wards we journey.

They were found an hour later by Cody, two worried senators and a Chancellor, still curled together and deeply asleep. At peace with the world.

"Generals" Cody whispered through the flap of the tent, when there was no response he looked at the chancellor and internally sighed. "They are ready to see you" he said. What else could he say? If he said that they weren't he would be disobeying strict orders from Skywalker to go and find him after the tour. However if he woke Kenobi like he undoubtedly would in his quest for the wayward general they he would be disobeying the medical staff. Sometimes you just couldn't please everybody he thought. He put his fingers to his lips to signal silence turned and walked through the flap-cum-door followed by the politicians. And there they were, sleeping in the same makeshift bed they had fallen asleep on, curled together.

Padmé clapped her hands over her mouth to keep herself silent. Even the small quick breaths from her friend seemed to loud compared with the calm silence in the room only broken by the slow deep breaths of the two Jedi. They looked over at Cody not sure of what they were going to ask to find him gone, retreating through the flap in the tent. Slowly they turned back to the scene in front of them. The two senator moved closer together so as to talk freely without waking them.

"Should we wake them?" Satine's Mandalorian accent sounded next to her ear, her breath tickling her neck. She shook her head.

"They were injured, they need to relax" she breathed back, her crisp clear Nubian accent contrasted magnificently with the softer, more subtle tones of her Mandalorian counterpart. To her the sight was incredible, she wanted to take a holo and treasure it forever. Though to use as a mocking tool or to store in her memories she wasn't certain. All her life (for she couldn't remember a life without Anakin in it) she had watched the young boy grow and mature, but to also struggle with the anger and betterment locked deep in his heart. Anger about his mother, from whom he was untimely, ripped. Anger for the death of Qui-Gon, the father he had never known. Anger for just being so angry. It was a vicious circle which one would appear never to escape from. Then at the start of the clone wars memories held by him of his mother, warped and damaged from the horrific way in which she had died. And, also, though he would never admit it, the nightmares from battle. She had been through it, watching him. But it saddened her that the cheery boy they had picked up at Watto's shop, so full of joy and life had appeared to implode in what? It was too soon to tell. She had watched and done nothing. But his master had been through it all with him, not heard it from the chancellor like she had, young and immature she had tried to run from the emotions which had kept her anchored to the boy. To Anakin. His master had helped him settle into being a Jedi; he had been the brother the boy had never had, calmly taking all that he could in his stride. He too was young, but unlike she had been, he had matured beyond his years. He had not run. She had. To her, he had desperately wanted to be forgotten as the little boy. But to his master he didn't, or maybe he just recognized that he couldn't. Now there was proof, in front of her that the boy from Tatooine did still exist.

Satine had witnessed many traits from Anakin, and had heard about even more. First and foremost there was the friend, fiercely loyal and kind. It was by watching him and his simple, yet strangely philosophical ideals which told her to go back to Obi-Wan. Then there was the general, scheming and merciless towards his enemies. He was the one executing the plans, the strategic planner and the passion he showed reflected on his troops. And last of all there was the Jedi, cool, calm and collective and then the raw emotion behind this wall which was carefully managed. The teacher, laughing and joking with the younglings, knowing everyone of them by name, helping padiwans sneaks out of class, all these exploits relayed to her from his master. But this, this was new, this was THE Anakin, pure and simple, safe from the anger, the death, the blood, from life, being protected by his master. His father.

"I know your there" a voice said, coming from the two huddled on the floor and after another pause Obi-Wan stirred. Not relinquishing his grip on Anakin, just shifting into a more comfortable position. He was determined not to wake the boy. No the man, for he was nearly 20. Asleep in his arms but failed because he immediately started squirming.

"Master" he said slowly, sounding so much like the disgruntled boy having to get up for theory classes, but had a hint of worry within him.

"It's fine" Obi-Wan reassured him, noticing the way his hand had instinctively gone to the hilt of his light sabre hilt. He caught the hand and withdrew it into the folds of another hug. "We have visitors" he explained in his through the force bond he shared with Anakin. He had once tried to explain it to Satine as a sort of breath in his head to where another being was attached. It was essential to maintain this bond and keep it strong, but, like a well kept rose bush it also had to be trimmed else the bush would get wider, taking it much more space in his head. This had happened before with master and apprentices, often causing the latter to go to the dark side once their master had died. This had almost happened with himself. Almost. But it had also taught him a lesson. Death was an inevitable part of life held in any position across the galaxy the best anyone could do was plan for it, so as to keep those left behind from pain. All he could do was hope that he had succeeded- at least a little bit.

"Let me guess, senators?" Anakin thought back sending a picture of Amidala and Satine into his head. Still being wrapped up he felt his master nod against him. He squeezed his master slightly, one last time, and got up, turning and pulling Obi-Wan to his feet. He turned to the waiting senators.

"Sainte" Anakin said slowly, lifting the shield back up in front of him, he addressed the senator in front of him.

"Master Jedi" she said coldly, addressing his shoulder as opposed to his eyes. She couldn't look at them; she glanced at Obi-Wan who just gave her a measured gaze, eying her up and down before turning to the other senator.

"Senator Amidala" he said formally bowing, but in the confines of the room his head very nearly touched her shoulder.

"Master Kenobi" she greeted hoping to get the formalities done and out of the way. Not that she disliked them, formality went hand in hand with public life as a senator but here, where she was surrounded by friends she'd rather not be elevated into any position of hierarchy.

"Sorry about the intrusion" Satine said, fidgeting nervously Obi-Wan could barely blame her, he was on e of the few councillors who hadn't had the wrath of Anakin bearing down on them but that didn't mean he wasn't ignorant, he knew of the darkness in Anakin's heart.

"That's okay" Obi-Wan said warmly, trying to increase the woman's confidence.

"It was my fault" Anakin blurted out without thinking after a few seconds of awkward silence. It was something he could never stand. Everyone looked at him. 1...2...1...2, Anakin counted in his head matching it with the rhythm his watch once played out. "I...told Cody to come and find me as soon as the tour was over" he stammered slightly going red, he couldn't believe it, the first moment of weakness in a long time and it was Padmé who had to see it. Why? He thought he glanced at her smiling at him, he mentally rolled his eyes. His master looked at him arching an eyebrow in amusement at the sight of his padiwan blushing and showing a bit of humility, it wasn't something many saw in the famous Anakin Skywalker.

"So how was the tour?" Obi-Wan asked casually directing the attention from his former apprentice onto him.

"Eye opening" Satine replied stiffly, it was as though she was trying to act normally with fellow senators however to Anakin and Padmé, who were used to acting secretively, it was a little too frank to be normal. "I am aware of many things which I am now"

"Like?" Anakin couldn't stand waiting for someone to say words, in his opinion it was better to be frank and say it has it is rather than beat about the bush. His lack of patience got a disapproving look from both Padmé and his master. Typical. They appeared to always agree on his short coming and what they were.

"These are things I wish to discuss with my people first" Satine replied coolly looking straight at Anakin, they held the gaze for a moment before the young Jedi looked away again; still ashamed over what had happened. Obi-Wan nodded in agreement along with Padmé, letting her continue. "I also have other matters concerning me generals" she paused, looking horrified at what she said before turning her back to the men she had just addressed. "Excuse me please" she said quickly moving out of the tent, not quite quickly enough to stop Obi-Wan hearing the sob breaking out from her composure and ripping its self out of her throat. The two Jedi looked at each other before the older; more senior went to follow her. Then still, frozen solid by the serious misjudgement he had just undertaken in his mind. He wasn't allowed. Not by the Jedi. Not by the senate. Not by Satine. So, although it pained his heart he remained stationary instead letting Padmé be the one to comfort her.

He racked hi head to try and find a reason for this strange behaviour, she never cried, not during the civil war which stripped her of authority and placed her as a criminal, not when they departed from each other even though their hearts were still joined. Not ever. Why now? Finally his eyes set on his padiwan standing shell shocked in front of him, or beside him his hands outstretched in front of him but for what? Protection? Apology? Fear?

"I think you should go Anakin" Obi-Wan said, slowly and quietly, keeping a carefully maintained balanced voice. The same could not be said for Anakin whose wall of calm was once again gone. Replacing it was remorse. A raw emotion so powerful it overwhelmed the older man for a moment. Then it was gone, and its place was bitterness, this wasn't Anakin's emotion but his own generated from the remorse flowing through him. It was strange, and was quickly dispelled into the Force.

"Yes master" he said in a carefully maintained balanced voice.

okay so as you can see repurcussions already happening, are master and apprentice going to drift apart? is this why vadar became what he did? I don't know not until i write more anyway and get to that part. So as useal please R+R and have a great week...oh and also today is offically star wars day so May the fourth be with you :D