Literally, like, three seconds after the last chapter

"Lyra? Lyra!" Darth Vadar screamed as she lay unconscious in his arms. Medics came with a stretcher, as Lyra's face turned even paler than it already was. Darth Vadar shook his head in denial, not again.

This can't happen. It just can't. Padme's already dead, and this is the last. The last thing he has of her. Darth Vadar wanted to perform CPR on her. He wanted to yell at her to breath while performing CPR. But he couldn't, his mask wouldn't let him.

As the men took Lyra on the stretcher, Darth Vadar grew with anger. Anger at himself, at the world, at the force, at everything. He picked Lyra up with the force and ran to the nearest medical center.

The men there seemed shocked that Darth Vadar was there, with his daughter. Like most stormtroopers, they've never really saw Lyra. Well, except at lunchtime, but Darth Vadar forbid any stormtroopers to talk directly to her.

"Fix. My. Daughter." Darth Vadar growled as they quickly went a bed and a man started doing CPR.

"How did this happen?" A man asked, and Darth Vadar choked him and lifted him up before throwing him to a wall.

"That's how." He grumbled as he watched in horror as Lyra's lips turned paler. It might've been less scary if Lyra wasn't that pale to begin with, but she was. It probably wouldn't be as scary if she looked just like Padme, but she did. Her hair which was what made him go crazy went below her shoulders. Brown and curly. Just like Padme.

Her lips gradually started turning blue as a man stepped in front of Darth Vadar and spoke in a calm tone.

"Sir, we need more space. Can you please watch from behind the glass?" He asked and Darth Vadar gritted his teeth before nodding. He doesn't want his daughter to die because he refused to move.

He stood on the end of the glass and stared at her. He seemed to be so close, but he felt so far away. So far away. Not close enough. He closed his eyes and thought about praying. But he knew that if there was a God, he would never grant his wishes. Not after what he's done. But he still prayed.

Please let my daughter survive. I know I don't deserve this, but please let her survive. I promise to be better to her, I promise I'll treat her with the love she deserves. I promise to be the father she deserves. Please, just let this kind, smart, wise girl live. Please.

An empty promise for an empty soul.

He watched as they tried to shock her back to life. They shouted clear and put it against the small of her chest. She didn't move. Her heart stopped beating a long time ago. They did it again, a bigger shock this time and Darth Vadar watched as Lyra stayed as dead as she was.

Time of death: 8:14 P.M.

Darth Vadar walked in to his daughter and watched her lips. Never moving again. Never going to speak another word. Her brain never going to think another thought. Her heart never going to beat again.

He went to his knees and wiped some hair from her eyes. He softly cried. This is how he treats the last thing Padme gives him. With the kindness of a Sith Lord. With the heart of a dead man.

"Please, Lyra." He whispered and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry. Please breath. Please."

Silence was his response.

He slowly brought his hand and pushed her heart. He hoped that was her heart anyway. He pushed it a little bit and again. For all he knew, he could be pushing her small intestine, but he had a feeling, just a feeling, that this was her heart. He kept pushing, hoping, praying, wanting a miricle.

But she didn't budge. Her heart refused to beat. Refused to let oxygen in her.

He kept going. For at least half an hour. He figured there was no way to make things worse. So he kept going as he worked up a sweat. Force CPR was hard work, and he didn't even know if it was working.

Then it happened. A heartbeat. Small and ragged. When he felt it, he nearly fell over. Uneven and tiny. Slowly growing stronger, slowly getting into rhythm. Then he smiled and touched his mask against her face. It didn't seem enough though. Just touching his mask against her forehead.

So he softly took off the front and kissed her forehead. It was dry kiss, there wasn't much liquid in his mouth, but he smiled, his white face looking at her pale face. Then he put his mask back on before he had to get CPR and smiled.

All would be well.

***About 24 Hours Later (I Think)***

Lyra woke up with IV's plugged into her and her father looming over her. Her breath was in gulps, she felt like she couldn't breathe at first, but she could. A pad was over her throat as she looked around. She opened her mouth to talk, but her father stopped her.

"Don't talk for a while, Lyra." Darth Vadar said simply and she nodded. She remembered what happened. She knew what he did. But she didn't really feel that angry at him. Not as angry at someone who's now staring at the person who tried to choke her. Maybe she was in shock, maybe she couldn't be mad at her father. Maybe she was just going insane. But she wasn't mad. Not that made anyway.

"I'm so sorry, Lyra." Darth Vadar whispered and Lyra gave him a weak smile.

"I'm sorry for everything." He continued. "I know I haven't been much of a father to you, from not loving you to almost killing you." He took a gulp of air. "But I'm sorry. I'm so, very sorry, Lyra-"

But he couldn't finish. Lyra wrapped her small, thin arms around his metal neck and buried her head into his neck. This was it. This is all she wanted, for him to apologize. Her big heart filled with kindness that they tried to wipe out so long ago. Her heart of Padme, her heart of a Jedi, always fighting for what's right. Always kind. It rose from the ashes of pain and coldness.

"I-" Her voice was croaky. Kind of like a frog.

"I-I forgive you." She whispered.

***Some planet I was too lazy to remember the name of***

Palatine watched from a video monitor as Darth Vadar hugged Lyra. He growled and crunched his fist, breaking the screen. He walked away and shook his head. Lyra, she was breaking everything that he worked so hard to accomplish. First it was the cold barrier around his apprentice's heart. Then it was giving him kindness. This has gone too far.

He grit his teeth as looked at a droid close by.

"Prepare the ship." He said softly.

"Which ship sir?" The droid asked.

"My ship, you dummy!" The Sith Lord yelled. It then occured to him that never once in all the prequels that someone cursed. Like, is it suppose to appeal to ten year olds? And if it did, then why would they allow ray guns and light sabres? And killing? You'd think if there's some (Ok, a lot) of killing, then there'd be at least some curse words? Because, like, seriously, isn't killing people in cool animated light saber scenes more of a bad influence on kids than a few curse words?

He shrugged, who knows?

As he stepped on his ship, he looked at the GPS, which stood for. Galaxy Positioning Satellite, and found out that it would take a week to reach the Death Star. Why? Because he also had some other business to attend to on this trip.

Some very important business for Plan B.

In case Lyra won't turn to the Dark Side.

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A/N A new chapter! Hooray! Call the presses! Call the president! Alert the world of this rare moment!

Yeah, I get that I should update more (Actually, nobody told me that, but I'm pretty sure most people are all like, 'You should update more!) but do you know how hard it is to think of new chapters?

Not that hard actually.

But still, I know me updating is like a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of occasion, but I like quality over quantity.

Would you rather have one pretty good chapter or three bad chapters?

Oh, this chapter isn't that good and a five year old can do this? Well guess what?

GOOD FOR THAT FIVE YEAR OLD! HE/SHE'S REALLY TALENTED!

Also, for some reason I can never post the cover for this book. Like, seriously. Image manger, send the cover, four hours later, try to upload the cover, IT SAYS THERE AREN'T ANY COVERS!

Please tell me what I'm doing wrong. I seriously don't know what's happening at this point of time.

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Laughs and Giggles,

Emily