Revival

A lone woman who had once been many things in her life awoke for the first time in twenty years. Something had awoken her, though she wasn't sure what. She wasn't sure who she was. She knew she had been young once but felt as if the weight of the galaxy rested upon her shoulders. "Amidala," she heard a voice say, so she assumed that was she. She looked around and placed her hands on her belly. It felt empty. Had she carried life within her? She felt certain that she had. She couldn't place a face of a child or husband. All she saw when she closer her eyes were yellow eyes, and they brought her pain. Had she known those eyes? She wondered, what had they meant to her? She turned to the voice she didn't recognize. She shivered, the man in front of her gave her the creeps.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am your friend," she saw a teenaged boy with red hair. "I am your lover, you confident, my dearest Amidala," he said and even though he appeared sincere, she doubted his words. Something about him seemed fake, as if by believing his words she would betray another.

"My name is Cos Palpatine. I was your Senator during the time of your reign on Naboo," he explained with a seemingly benevolent smile. "I thought I had lost you forever," he stated and his voice seemed to shake with emotion. She smiled, and looked into his eyes.

"You have nothing to fear, I am here..." her lips seemed to stumble over an endearment that she couldn't name. 'My love.' That had been an endearment she had used in the past, so why couldn't she say it to him.

"We have fought for peace and justice, even after your reign, my dear. My apprentice betrayed us. He wished to take you away from me, at every turn. I was too blind to see it. Until he attacked you. When seduction didn't work, he turned to more violent means. I feared you would be lost to me forever."

Was that the eyes that showed themselves? How he must have suffered. She reached out and touched his face, wondering why she recoiled at the touch. She forced herself to smile. "I am safe, Cos. Shall we go home? Where are we?"

"We are at the Palace in Theed. I had you put in a stasis until my healers could hear you. I fear that my apprentice has done everything in his power to destroy me, to destroy us."

"We won't let him win," she said as he helped her to her feet. He placed a robe around her and belted it for her, his eyes lighting up with something that she didn't realize. For some reason she felt like she wanted to vomit when he put his arm around her and pulled her close.

"No, my dear, we won't. Everyone who has ever betrayed us will suffer. I will tear the galaxy apart to keep you safe," he said and his eyes flickered so fast that she wasn't sure if she had seen it. "You will be reinstated as Queen and I will have my Empire back, I will not let my apprentice win. He has stolen so much from us, my dear."

"What has he stolen from us?" she asked him.

"Our child," he said, and she watched as tears seemed to fill his eyes.

"Our child," she whispered. His apprentice must truly be evil. "Cos, how could he do such a thing? To kidnap a child from its parents, there's nothing worse. I can't remember our child," she admitted sheepishly.

"A son. He was stolen from us shortly after his birth...we named him Luke," Cos explained to her.

"Our son. We will get him back, I swear it, Cos," she said as he led her to their chambers.

"I saw him, recently. He believes me to be the enemy. My apprentice has turned him against us."

"Oh no, Cos. We will get him back. I will do everything, and anything to do that."

"I know my dear," he held her in his arms and she forced herself to relax in his embrace. "I understand all this has come as a shock and I have quite a bit of work to do. It will take awhile for you to return to your life. I dropped everything as soon as I was told you would survive. After my apprentice's attack, I was so worried, but you are alive. I want to marry you, my dear. I want it to be a huge celebration. You are my Queen. However, we are in the middle of a war and such things must be handled delicately. I want to give you everything that you deserve, Amidala."

"We will marry when our son returns. When we free him from the evil spell of your apprentice." Cos smiled at her, but something about his smile didn't seem quite right, why did it bother her. He placed his hands on her chin and she smiled up at him. He lowered his lips to hers slowly and she had a flash of a scar over blue eyes. A scar she had kissed. She tried to grab hold of the memory but it disappeared before she could grasp it. She submitted to Cos's kiss even as he tongue pursued every inch of her mouth, she felt like she would choke on it. Why didn't she feel like vomiting when he touched her? He was her friend, her lover, the father of her son, why should she feel such revulsion for the man. She made a conscious effort to try and wrapped her arms around him. He was a handsome man, young perhaps. He had red hair and green eyes. He was ambitious to be sure and it seemed to have paid off for now. He finally stopped kissing her and was nuzzling her neck. He cupped her breasts and she nearly screamed. She placed a hand to her head.

"Cos, I'm still feeling weak. May I rest?" she asked. His smile froze and he dropped his hands.

"Of course. I would never cause you grief. I have duties to tend to, I will have your dinner sent up, as always. Perhaps you will feel like joining me tomorrow. I will send your handmaidens to town to buy you some clothes." Amidala nodded absently, glad when he had left. She tried to call the face with the scar to memory but all she had were glimmers of a tan face with a scar above the eye.

Was this man Cos's apprentice? Had she failed him? Had she succumbed to his seduction? Had she broke it off with this man? What was the apprentice's name? What if her child was not Cos's but the apprentice's? If that was so why had he attacked her? There was so much mystery attached to her life. If she could only remember anything besides those yellow eyes that had attacked her. If was what Cos had said. She yearned for someone to talk to besides Cos. Why did Cos's touch distaste her so? He was handsome, ambitious, and he was a good man. She had trusted him, she could sense that.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and felt as if there should be a man in black standing behind her...Cos? She didn't know. Marriage. The thought made her smile, she thought she would make a wonderful wife. She wondered what this war was that she was fighting and what side she and Cos were on? She felt like there should be a droid with her. Had she not had a droid with her? A very special droid. She wished she knew more? Other the Cos and Luke did she have a family? What was her place in the universe. Where did she belong? With her family, with Cos and Luke. She looked into the mirror once more. She would have to start training again, she wanted to look pretty...for Cos? She shook her head as her food was brought in. Hoi-broth soup. There was someone that had been allergic to that, wasn't there. She shook the thought away. She ate the soup, and suddenly felt very drowsy. She climbed into the bed and found herself asleep within moments,

Far away, on the Rebel Base, Anakin had been training. He felt something he hadn't felt in so long. He missed deflected the bolt. The lightsaber fell from his grip as he sunk to his knees. Pain shot through him, pierced him like he hadn't felt since Mustafar. He could feel her. Padme. She was alive. Ahsoka had been watching Anakin. "Get the healers, quickly," she ordered as she used the Force to turn off the droid. "Master, it's going to be okay." She used the Force to check him over, this wasn't a physical pain, so what had happened to him.

Luke Skywalker had been helping his friend, Han Solo, with some adjustments to the Falcon when he felt it. He felt a darkness take hold and begin to spread. He could see it in front of him, this great light being swept away by the darkness until the light began to breed darkness. He swayed, and tried to steady himself by grabbing hold of the console. Han looked up at him. "Are you ok, kid?" Luke managed a weak smile. "I'll be fine in a moment. It's just a vision."

"Of things to come? I hope it was of the Empire giving up."

"I'm not sure if its of the present or the future," Luke replied, feeling his knees go weak, he swayed but managed to stay upright. "I should go talk to Dad about this."

"Sure talk to Vader about the Empire, bet that will go over real well."

"Han," Luke admonished.

"Look, I don't dislike him as much as I seem to, I just can't let loose a chance to rib your father. Leia though, she's not a happy camper when it comes to him being here."

"I'll go talk to her."

"Good Luck," Han called after him.

Leia Amidala Organa, sat in the briefing room listening to her friend, Mon Mothma. "We need to have another Chancellor as the Old Republic did," Mon was saying and Leia suddenly felt like she wasn't there. She could see Mon's lips moving and see the other once-Representatives of their planets nods and shake their head. She knew someone would be nominated in a moment. She could feel coldness seep into her skin, into her bones, all she could hear was a manically laugh, she couldn't seem to hear anything, or feel anything even though a part of her functioned normally. And then a scream tore from her throat! She couldn't stop it, she couldn't hold it back. Was she the only one that could feel the terror, the pain, the oppression of the Empire was not over. Anakin and Luke had failed! She couldn't stop even as she heard Mon calling for Han and her brother, even as she felt soothing hands around her, even as she heard that everything would be OK, she screamed until her voice was gone and then she screamed wordlessly. What was wrong with her. She could hear Luke, what was he saying? Something had happened to Anakin. It was his fault she was reacting like this? And then all she could do was cry, the tears coming in waves. As suddenly as it had begun it had stopped. And that's when she noticed Anakin. He was sobbing, he was curled up in a fetal positions as sobs racked his body. Had he done this to her? What had happened to her? She had never felt anything so cold, so twisted. Was this what being Vader had felt like?