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This chapter was somewhat difficult for me to write… This Chapter 9: Disappear, I hope I was able to pull it off! Please enjoy!

Chapter 9: Disappear

'Kamino, what a wretched planet,' Sidious mentally spited. His yellow eyes stabbed into the endless ocean's view just outside a cold window. Wherever his sight gazed, the higher the waves seemed to contort and twist.

Darth Sidious had sensed his plan went exactly as expected. Taitun did not complete his "mission" of killing the female infant. Even if the weak man did, it wouldn't have mattered to the sith. Darth Sidious only wanted the male; he had no patience for feeble females.

The real mission Taitun was to accomplish was to send Skywalker into a mess of emotions. He could sense the energy his anger and hatred gave. Little did the Jedi know that each time he gave into his turmoil emotions, the more he was his.

This so pleased the ancient sith.

Slowly, each button will be pushed, and each string re-strung, until The Chosen One's powers were all his.

As he allowed the confidant thoughts to flourish, a Kaminoain interrupted him, "We have kept them ready, Chancellor, since your order years ago. Do I understand you do not want them animated?"

"Correct."

The elegant creature bowed his head, "As you wish. Would you like to observe them?"

After yet another clean-white and bright lighted hall, they came across a private room. The tall creature pressed in a code, and the door zipped open. Sidious then stared at clones of himself.

All were flawless.

They, or at least one of them, would be used perfectly in one of his grandest plots yet. The Jedi will not be able to tell the difference of these lifeless clones' bodies and his; not even DNA testing will spoil his corrupt plans.

Now, there were only a few steps left in the calculation. After he applies Order 66, the bomb will truly begin to tick.

'Soon…' Sidious told himself, 'Soon…'

Sore… slow… aches… cold…

These were all things Padme felt.

It was a strange place, this place of darkness. Her eyes refused to open, and everything that concerned her body was none existent.

For a while, she worried this was death. That somehow she had fallen down into its hold.

But the worry was not to take roots, for she soon felt a much more welcomed experiences.

Skin… kind… safety… warmth…

She also noticed Anakin's protective presence that stuffed the air. Plus his warm-fleshed hand that stroked her face and hair, and the other gloved-metal hand held hers and nervously stroked it.

She certainly wasn't dead, not if he was here.

She gave a struggled attempt to open her sealed eyes, nothing.

'Out of all the things I've gone through this week,' she hazily thought, 'this… figures…'

She heard, through muffled ears, him shift his weight as he closed the microscopic-distance left between them.

Apparently, he sensed her waking.

"Padme? Padme can you hear me?" her loyal and concerned husband called just above a whisper.

She tried to say yes, but her voice wasn't there yet. Only mental struggles were motioned with the attempt.

He sensed what occurred within her mind, "Okay, we don't need to move to fast here," he moved even closer, if possible, "You're still recovering from the blast, just take your time. You'll have full control in a bit," he hushed.

His warmhearted verbal and physical fondles continued while they stayed there a bit. He, more than her, waited patiently for the symptoms to disperse.

Usually a blast's stun wares off all at once.

It soon did.

All of her senses and controls flooded through.

Her whole body zinged to action.

The sudden and unexpected surge made her sit up with a gasp almost as if lunged out of frigid water.

Anakin moved back so he wasn't hit by her zoom, "That happened sooner than I thought it would…" he half smirked and half spoke.

Amidala soon smiled and looked at him. Then she placed a hand on her racing heart and waited for that to pass.

She looked around; she had to know everything going on. Where were her children?! Why was she on her Nubian Skiff?! What happened to—!

Her racing mind was soon interjected.

With all his emotions of relief, fear, hurt, and overwhelm Anakin needily gathered her up in his enveloping embrace. Both for comforting her, and himself. He sensed her flipping beats and mind wash down.

He took another breath of her tonic sent and lulled: "You don't need to worry, Angel, you're safe," he turned to look behind him, this allowed Padme to see over his his broad shoulders treasures once hidden by them, "We all are." He focused back on her.

She relaxed even further, past content with the fact that her children were safe.

"Where are we going?" she whispered into his hold.

He eagerly wanted to relieve her of the questions plaguing her waking thoughts.

"We're going to stop at Corellia and ditch the Skiff," he gradually gave her the game-plan, "then go to Naboo, back to Varykino villa and we'll disappear," he grinned knowing somewhere going back to her home plant must please her. Even under the dangerous circumstances, it had to...

She trusted her husband's protective choices and took them in. Her husband kindly, slowly let go of her.

After a moment, she asked with a raspy voice, "What happened to the bounty hunter?"

His eyes went lifeless, "Dead," he answered coolly.

Padme was shocked by that fact, "But—"

"He got what he deserved," Skywalker responded with venom.

His harsh answer concerned her deeply, but she was puzzled by a fact and questioned, "How did you know he was coming?"

He became so far from what she expected, sad- so very sad.

No, beyond sad, beyond… the longer she stared at his once bright-blue eyes, the more terrible emotions crippled the light his eyes formerly held so brilliantly.

It made her heart stop. "Ani, Ani, what's wrong?"

He stared at the ground, a small amount of saline welled at the bottom of his eyes from the mass of emotions.

"Ani? Ani tell me, please!" she begged, not being able to take this any longer.

"Padme, I was so wrong- I was so blind…" he looked back up at her.

He was so very ashamed.

"About what?" she reached to touch his face, he nestled his cheek into her petite palm.

"He lied to us; he lied to all of us…" his tone was so soft and mournful.

"Who?"

"Palpatine."

He was very quiet, she wasn't sure if he had really said it.

"Palpatine?"

He barely nodded, "He—he's…" he couldn't say it; he couldn't make it real.

She moved closer, practically sitting on him.

He closed his eyes and looked down; he felt a miniscule tear slip. "A sith…"

Again, the words were practically absent. But she swore she heard 'sith'.

"He's a sith?" her brows were fused together. Though she was—there are no words to describe, she couldn't help but think:

'What does this have to do with Leia?'

He looked back up, eyes a glossed, "How?! How couldn't I see it?!"

She put both hands onto his face. Though jumbled with emotions herself, she tried to temporarily move past them, "It isn't your fault, Ani—he hid from everyone, no one knew…"

"But I should have!" he moaned. If it wasn't for her hands, his head would have sunk again, "He wanted to kill her, Padme, she could be gone…"

Padme face went painted white, "What?!"

'The man I've worked under for longer than a decade... The man I helped put into higher power- wanted to kill my daughter!'

"I don't know why… or how he knew she exists—but he wanted her dead," he tenderly took one of her hands down and gazed at their peacefully sleeping daughter. His mind rambled through everything that pointed to Palpatine's sith-hood.

'There were so many signs… and the Plagueis story... Why did he tell me about that if—' it hit him like a star-ship.

Palpatine wanted him, he wanted him badly.

But—how did he know what he was looking for? How did he know exactly what nerves to hit?

What—what if his dreams weren't his own? Or if somehow he could see them, too? Or, maybe he just… knew?

Whatever it was, it disturbed him greatly. Sidious was able to get him so close to the dark-side and for something that wouldn't have even happened!

"Force, Padme—Padme he wanted me to turn," shame and anger filled him, "Oh Angel …" he couldn't keep eye-contact anymore.

He—he didn't know what to think of himself anymore.

He didn't know anything anymore!

This angered him.

That made the hate for this betrayal thrive.

The pieces started to fall together for Padme.

"I found a way to save you… from my nightmares," he had told her. That look in his eyes while he had said it…

How Palpatine always looked at Anakin like he was waiting for something.

She knew her husband; he might have turned if he thought it would protect her… it would have torn her heart straight in two and—

No—no that's wrong; he would never do such a thing! How could she even think that?!

Her head spun with the tempest that stirred inside.

But there were very comforting facts amidst this insane storm: her husband hadn't, he didn't. They were all still together; nothing will ever separate them… right?

"But you didn't turn, Ani. Why are you so ashamed? You haven't done anything."

"But I could have!" all his spiteful emotions effervesced to the surface. He stood up and turned away.

He was angry.

No, furious.

Palpatine would pay for everything—the lies, for trying to get him to turn, for the lives of countless Jedi, for making him and his wife constantly fight for nothing, and especially for the attempt on his daughter's life and no doubt the countless on Padme's as well.

The former queen could easily read her husband's body language. The clenched fists, his stiff posture, and the breaths that sounded like a beast's. He was far outside of angry.

"Anakin, calm down," she said while she walked to him with sleeping legs.

"He's a monster! He's been trying to kill you all these years! And I wasn't able to see it! Now our daughter?! He will no longer be able to get away with it!" he thundered, suddenly turned around to face her.

He was as angry as she'd ever seen him, not even after his mother's death could compare. "Anakin, Anakin please," she took hold of his arm.

How could he calm down?! All he saw was red.

"You don't want him to pay for all he's done to the galaxy?! To us?!"

"Not like this! You need to calm down."

The room began to barely tremble and the room seemed to gain small amounts of pressure. Padme stared at the ground confused, until she got it. This was bad, what about the twins?! "Ani! Ani STOP NOW!"

He saw her look for a slit second.

Scared.

Only then did he notice the small vibrations.

Luke and Leia started to cry with the force-disturbance.

Their children!

What was he doing?! Scaring his wife and endangering their babies?

'Who's the monster now?' an evil conscious sounded.

He wasn't going to listen to it; he counted to ten and breathed deeply.

Everything stopped, even the crying.

Anakin looked around—

"Padme… I—" he didn't know what to say as he watched her go to the twins.

She picked up their son, and started to dry his damp face.

"I'm so sorry!" he seemingly begged as his eyes went from dark blue to pale. He approached them carefully, almost as if afraid of tripping a detonator-wire.

She knew her husband had calmed down, but she was still so worried for him. He was so powerful and unpredictable sometimes; it always made her wonder if he would just snap one day…

'He did have a right to be angry…' she thought as he watched him inch closer.

Anakin went to his little princess' crib, he needed to see she was alright. With a trembling relief he saw she was fine, rather shaken, but fine. He kindly stroked Leia's tears away and smoothed her face finding a gem of tranquility in doing so. Then, he stopped, "I'm so very sorry," he whispered to all three of them. He soon disappeared out the door like a ghost.

Before Padme could say anything to stop him, he had left the room.

'He must be recoiling into guilt…' she thought, 'Maybe he needs space..?' she knew that wasn't much like him; she was his space.

He must feel absolutely terrible.

After she rechecked the calmed twins, Padme went to go find her husband. There weren't many places he could be; and he was probably in the Cockpit.

While she passed the Recreational Hall, she saw R2 messing with a broken C3PO. 'Bounty-hunter…' she grumbled. It surprised her Ani wasn't tinkering with him right now…

He must be very, very distraught if not doing his pacifying talent.

Padme continued through the ship until at the Cockpit. The windshield allowed the phenomenal speed show, the passing stars' light couldn't even keep up and left stripes of blue. The room was dark, except the stretched stars.

She thought he might not be in here, but after a more careful search she saw his silhouetted form; quite reclusive in the pilot's chair.

She crept into the room, as silent as her Jedi husband does, except he can sense her better than she can him, "I can't believe I did that," he said numbly.

Amidala went behind him, "You can be angry, My Knight," she used an endearing 'nickname'.

It didn't seem to affect him though, "Not like that."

"The twins are fine," she draped herself over his shoulders from behind the chair, hugging him; "I am too."

"Don't try to make what—happened any less. It's unacceptable for a Jedi..."

"…And I am sure you won't do it again," she said using her fingers to coil through his scarcely shoulder-length hair, "But I know that that isn't all that is upsetting you." Her words needed closer to a raw spot.

"What if I had turned Padme… where would I be now, what would have happened to you and the twins?"

"Ani, you didn't, you didn't turn."

"This is all my fault! I can't believe I failed and almost gave in—"

She became peeved and had to stop him, "Anakin stop this," she demanded. He wisely followed her order, "Why do you keep blaming and badgering yourself? You are a blameless person. There is so much good in you, so much. And I know no matter what it will always be there," she could see he wanted to interrupt, this only fueled her heartfelt speech. She dug deeper, "After being a slave, and the Tuskan Raiders, even after a war and everything else you've been through, you're still good. And I still love you so much, it hurts." She paused for affect, "No matter what, you will still be good and I will still love you."

Anakin stood up and strongly hugged her. "I love you so much Padme, so much," he passionately whispered in her ear. "What would I do without you?" he fretted.

"You'll never have to find out," she declared with equal passion.

She had reassured him, made him change his dangerous line of thought. Though he was powerful, most likely the most in the galaxy, she possessed a power unmatched by anyone else. The Chosen One's chosen one could stop him dead in his tracks. The short, kind eyed woman could tame the uncontrollable.

He didn't have the slightest clue how, just that she was the most remarkable thing he'd ever seen because of it. And he would always be hers, and he didn't mind it a grain of sand.

After some time, Anakin and Padme began to talk with level emotions finally getting past shock.

Padme, who was resting on her husband's lap, raised a subject that was no longer as tender, "Does the Council know about Palpatine?"

"Obi-Wan is probably briefing them now," Anakin said, "…and the files are being carefully analyzed," he stopped. "I'm afraid it was all too easily done; so it must have been what he wanted… That's why I've assigned myself to protect you and the twins. I'm confident they would have assigned someone to you, might as well be me," again a falter, "Until Sidious is gone, I think Leia, Luke and you will always be in danger. I don't quite understand why he wants what he does," he said sorrowfully nuzzling his cheek on the top of her head. "But I won't rest until we're all safe," he vowed.

He had to hide his family from a once called 'good man'. It was so terrible, he hoped he would wake up to his wife and children and find this was all some appalling dream. But, sadly, he knew he wouldn't.

Beep, beep, beep.

His eyes darted to a screen as it calmly alerted their destination closing in. "We're here, my love, Corellia."

"Alright," she said as she slowly lifted off of him with his affectionate help.

They began to enter the life-supporting atmosphere.

To be continued…

A/N:

Oh! 'Dat Anakin, indulging into dark emotions… *tisk tisk* But then all that lovey-dovey stuff… :D

They're going to Corellia! Then, NABOO! SO MUCH AWESOMENESS AND FLUFF, I'M GONNA DIE WHILE WRITE'N IT! 8'D

P.S. And I am not a sexist, Sidious is. Why? Because he is evil! :P

Can't wait to hear what you think!

Thanks for reading!

God Bless