Chapter 3
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"Anakin! Help me!"
She screamed his name as she lay on an alien medical table, in immense pain and agony. She was dying, and painfully too. And he could hear the cry of a newborn child, distressed- was the child dying too?
He jolted upright, shaking with fear. He could not believe what he had just seen. He covered his face with his hands and wept silently, before gathering his cloak and exiting the room.
It had been 3 years, 3 gruelling years since he had last experienced a force vision. And he remembered his last one just like it was yesterday. He remembered how it had turned out to be sickeningly prophetic. How his mother had just died, and he couldn't save her. These visions were always so accurate for him. It had been the case even so when he was a child, when he knew he was going to be a Jedi, when he had looked into Padme's flawless face and knew that he was going to marry her.
And now, he was almost certain she was going to die. Die just like his mother. And he would be standing there helplessly, with no powers to save her. More tears flooded his face. They had only a few months to hold each other, to love each other, then they would be separated forever.
He heard her footsteps, and he quickly wiped his tears away. She saw him standing gazing out at the city, looking very concerned. She knew he knew she was there, but he didn't react. Something had definitely upset him. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What's bothering you?" she asked
He looked at her for a moment. Then he sighed. "Nothing," he said. He attempted to change the topic. He did not want her to know the distressing information he had just discovered.
"I remember when I gave this to you," he said, holding the Jappor Snippet which was hanging close to her heart.
She knew him all too well. "How long is it going to be until we're honest with each other."
He realised it was pointless covering,
"It was a dream," he started slowly.
"You had."
"Like the ones I used to have about my mother, before she died." He paused, and looked at her deeply in the eyes, with a melancholy expression.
"And it was about you," he told her finally.
Padme looked concerned.
"Tell me."
"It was only a dream, " he told her. He didn't mean that. It wasn't only a dream. It was far more than a dream, yet he didn't want to worry her.
He stood up, and started to pace the room. He looked outside, out at the brilliant lights of Corruscant, but instead he only saw the defining image of Padme screaming in his vision. He couldn't hold it in any longer.
"You die in childbirth."
Padme's hand immediately went to her stomach. "And the baby?"
"I don't know," he told her, honestly.
Padme was now very concerned, however, more so about Anakin's distressed state. She did not know how she would die, given the medical technology available on Corruscant. It was a modern city with state of the art medical facilities, so there wasn't much of a chance. Yet Anakin was unnerved by his dream. And he has reason to be, she thought to herself. His visions have come true before. She wanted to comfort him and assure him she wasn't going to die, that everything would be ok. She hated him upset. But she wasn't sure how successful she would be.
"It was only a dream," she tried.
But he interrupted her. "I won't let this one become real Padme. I'll find a way to save you," he told her, and she saw grim determination in his eyes, showing her he would go out of his way to save her... She just wanted him to relax.
"Ani, this baby will change our lives. I doubt the queen will let me serve as a Senator, and if the Council finds out you're the father-"
"I know, I know," he said, stopping her before she could continue.
"Anakin..do you think Obi Wan might be able to help us?" she asked him.
"Have you told him anything yet? Don't! He's been a father to me, but he's still on the council!" he said, looking very worried now.
"Of course I haven't," she assured him, as she laid a hand on his chest. "I was just looking for a possible source of help. We've been holding this secret for so long."
"We don't need his help, "he said, as he his deep eyes locked with hers. "Our baby is a blessing." He truly meant this now, as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. As a sinister voice inside his head whispered of her impending death, a new conviction rose in him. He was not going to let her die. He would do everything he could to save her. He would find a way no matter what. He recalled back to that day when he knelt down by his mother's tombstone and promised her that one day, he would have the power to save people from death. He intended to keep that promise.
I know this is exactly like Canon so far, but it will soon change! This canon material is needed to foreground the main action of the story. Please Review!