I'm Going to Call you Luke

Two days later, Anakin could feel the bond between Ani and Obi-Wan growing. Everything that happened to Anakin backlashed to him, he was getting new memories slowly. Not enough to have erased Darth Vader's existence, but they were new and different nonetheless. The more Anakin thought about his past, the more he realized just how much he had been manipulated. He couldn't attack Palpatine, no matter how much he wanted to, even though he was the Chosen One he wasn't from the right time, and only the Chosen One from the right time would be able to destroy the Sith. He didn't belong in this time, even if he did enjoy being here. He was able to push back the darkness. In this time, he was almost a respected Jedi, he enjoyed his talks with Master Yoda and Plo Kloon, and the now Jedi Knight Luminera. He sometimes snuck into the cretchin to peek in on Ahsoka Tano, who would become his padawan during the war. He enjoyed giving Obi-Wan a taste of his own medicine, the cryptic answers he had usually received from his master. Most of all, he enjoyed the time he spent with Padme. He always called her Padme, despite her objections.

On this particular day, Anakin was sitting at one of the Senatorial apartments that was for her use while on Coruscent. She would be leaving for Naboo the next day. "Have you ever been to Naboo, Master Jedi?" she asked him as they were drinking tea and having hoi-broth soup. Anakin had never had hoi-broth soup around since Obi-Wan was allergic to it.

"Yes, Padme, it's one of my favorite vacations spots. It's beautiful there. I can't imagine the afterlife being any prettier than Naboo. Have you been to Valykino lately?"

"No, I haven't really had the time. The lake country is beautiful. I didn't realize many people knew of it."

"Everything on Naboo is exactly like you so soft and smooth, like you.."

"Master Jedi, I wish you wouldn't look at me like that?"

"Why not, Padme?"

"It makes me unconfortable."

"I'm sorry, milady."

"Please, Master Jedi, call me Queen Amidala, you do much dishonor to my title, to my home contining to refer to me as Padme."

"Padme Amidala Naberrie."

"How do you know my name?"

Anakin sidetracked her question. "The Jedi call me Tan. You may as well." She wrinkled her nose.

"It doesn't suit you. Are you sure you won't tell me your name?" He nodded. She frowned and thought for a moment. "Then I'll give you a name."

"Alright," he smiled, "I'm game," he tossed a ball up in his hand, then he levitated it to the ground folded his hands behind his head and looked up at her seated on the couch. She was so beautiful. How much had he missed being away with the Clone Wars. He was dazzled by her. He wanted to touch her, had dreamed about it for years, but he used all his training to constrain himself. He wouldn't frighten her. He knew that sometimes the memories overcame his rational mind and that was the look that made her unconfortable. He squelshed his desires as she smiled, her chocolate brown eyes lighting up as she came to a decision.

"I'm going to call you Luke. It means..."

"Light, I know."

"You seem to know a lot. A lot about Naboo. A lot about me."

"I told you, Padme," he said sitting up and crossing his legs. "I was a Jedi."

"There's more to it than that. Please, Luke, tell me."

"Perhaps, I've seen more of your future."

"But," she persisted, "why mine? You are a Jedi. I'm just an elected monarch of Naboo."

"You will marry and have children. You will become a great political influence, perhaps one of the greatest the galaxy has ever seen. I can't tell you anymore. Padme, no one should know too much about their own destiny."

"Would you like some more hoi-broth. Luke, you've hardly touched yours," she admolished.

"Obi-Wan is allergic to hoi-broth."

"Is he the Jedi I marry?" she teased him. He looked at her gravely.

"Padme, I can't tell you that. You know too much already."

"Luke, you are a puzzle to me, for which I have no answers." Anakin froze. She had told him that after his mother had died. His mother. He could have her saved. He could save her. His eyes filled with tears. Tears he forced back. He had to talk to Master Yoda. He couldn't change too much. Could he change his mother's fate?

"I know, Padme," he said, reaching up and taking her hand in his, he squeezed it.

"It's you, isn't it."

"Padme, I must go. There's an urgent Jedi matter I must attend to."

"LUKE!"

"Padme, I'm sorry." He was gone before she could do anything. In his speed he bumped into a familiar cloak.

"Pardon me, Master Jedi," he heard a kindly, older voice, a voice that was seemingly benevolent. "May I have a word?"

"Of course," he added, following the elder man.