The beam glew from across the room as it vibrated with power. The plasma shone bright red, dictated quite easily by the single color of white the room was. Padmé shuddered, a sick feeling of panic tingling up her spine. The pressure that she felt in her abdominal hadn't made the situation any better.

Palpatine hissed as he drew a step closer to her. His yellow teeth glinted as he smiled.

"I've waited a long time for this."

Her body shook in terror. Shock overcame her as she realized her chances were small. She didn't possess any weopon on her, added to the fact that her body was worn out. Helplessness consumed her like a drug.

Padmé stood tall, fear congesting her eyes. The tears stung as they slowly ran down her face. Her quivering hands rested on her child as she felt them for a final time. Regret absorbed her body as a sponge does to water. The guilt of never being able to hold and protect her child rotted the inside of her heart.

That was her sole purpose. To bring her child into the world strong, healthy, and safe. Yet she had failed. Just how she had when keeping Anakin in the light.

Padmé braced herself, expecting the impact of the blow. She could hear the lightsaber, accompanied by the heat it gave off. The hair on her arms began to rise.

"Senator Amidala," Palpatine croaked under his dark hood. "You've caused many problems for myself. However, you did serve as an impactful pawn. But my apprentice will no longer need you."

Tight lipped, Padmé raised her eyebrows. "Anakin will no longer serve you if you kill me."

"We'll see about that," He grinned as he rose the lighsaber high above his head.

Closing her eyes, Padmé wished a silent apology to her child. Her heart crumpled as she came to terms with her fate. Never would she be able to cherish the life she'd spent months forming.

As Palpatine began to bring the weopon down, a voice rung throughout the hall. "Master-"

It grew silent at the sight to follow. The man gawked in shock at the scene that played out in front of him.

Suddenly, Padmé's eyes flew open at the sound of a crash. Palpatine had been thrown across the floor, carried by the force.

"Anakin!" She cried out.

Anakin towered furiously over the Sith. His eyes burned with fire as he shouted, "Don't you dare touch her!"

"My apprentice," Palpatine coughed, the blow caused his body shock. "I would never. I'm trying to save your wife, have you forgotten?"

Anakin ignited his lightsaber, throwing the cloak he wore off of his body. His body pulsed in rage, the thought of losing Padmé to the horrific man ate at him alive. It ignited a vehement anger that had never possesed his body before.

The Sith rose, his usual grin painted on his disturbing face. "Stand down, Vader."

"I will not," Anakin hissed. "You will never touch my wife again."

"As you wish," Palpatine replied. His withering hands swung the direction of his lighsaber to his apprentince, instead of Padmé.

As the weopons collided, Padmé flinched. She was enthralled to live. Yet it felt wrong. The purpose of her escape was to escape Palpatine and Anakin. No matter how they're fight concluded, it involved Padmé's captivity.

However, besides the dissatisfaction of the revolution, Padmé bit her nails. She fidgeted her tired legs, watching with intensity as her husband attempted to defeat the Sith.

Anakin was powerful, one of the most powerful Jedi to live, yet he seemed weak against Palpatine. With each thrust of his wrist, Palpatine grew closer and pushed the boy back. Anakin was slowly being pushed against the wall, cornered fairly quickly.

Padmé held her breath, terrified of what would happen if he was struck. She was angry, but not to the point where she wanted him hurt. Anakin was her only chance of rescue. Of safety for her child.

As before, she let out a cry of shock, her body being washed under by an agonizing pain. Padmé screamed, holding her abdominal as she leaned against the fighter jet's frame.

Anakin's eyes flashed towards her, "Padmé!"

He pursued the Sith, attacking him vigorously. He began to regain his strength, pushing back at the man with all his might. Padmé's desperate cries of pain lit a drive inside his chest.

As her body shook, responding to the never-ending affliction she felt, Padmé cried. She began to question the events that took place.

Stress had never taken such a toll on her, the throbbing of her stomach could not be produced from the situation. Regardless of all the emotions that wore her down.

Anakin's lighsaber jabbed at the air, nearly hitting the right arm of Palpatine. Palpatine had spun out of the way, bringing his weapon down on Anakin from above. He ducked, jumping towards the Sith and lunging his arm from the right side.

Padmé let out a sigh of relief as she felt the agony subside. She grew quiet, watching anxiously as Anakin grunted in frustration.

With every movement, the other man seemed to block. Then the other would block the counteracted attack. It was impossible to tell who would strike the other first.

Chaotic spurs of plasma and the shouting of men filled the room. It lasted minutes, as they danced around planting maliscious advances at each other. Anakin's gaze remained set on the Sith, intending to eliminate the man whom threatened his wife.

Abruptly, a new sound emerged throughout the room. The pop startled Padmé. Instantly, warm fluid began to drizzle down her inner thighs. Her heart stopped beating in her chest.

"My-" She chocked out. "My water broke."

The realization of what the pain was emerged in her brain. She was having contractions. It was why she was so weak.

At Padmé's statement, Anakin stopped in his tracks. He glanced at her, a nervousness clouding his vision. Taking his opportunity, Palpatine forcefully drove his lighsaber upon Anakin.

"Anak-" Padmé began to shout.

As if he'd been in the situation thousands of times, Anakin ducked and swiftly cut through the Sith's legs. Palpatine's shrieks filled the room with a chilling terror. Dismissing his master, Anakin broke into a sprint towards Padmé. She hadn't moved, as the liquid continued to gush down her legs. She was petrified of what the result of doing so may be.

Carefully, Anakin picked Padmé up and cradled her in his arms. To him, she was light as a feather.

"You have terrible timing, Padmé," He chuckled, bursting through the hall in a run.

"Where are you taking me?" She questioned him, a knawing feeling of distrust acting as a cliff between the two.

"To a ship."

"These are ships," Padmé argued.

"I figured you'd be inclined to have some leg room. We both won't fit in a fighter jet."

"Both of us?" She panted out the question.

"Well, you've outsmarted me. I knew you would, considering you're the smartest and bravest woman I know. I'm not welcome here, and I refuse to let you go through this labour alone."

"I'm trying to escape you, Anakin," Padmé pointed out. Her hands began to clutch her abdominal as she felt the pain creep slowly into her body.

"No," He replied, boarding a larger ship. He placed Padmé into the passenger seat securly. He crossed the small width of floor between the two chairs. Sitting down, he quickly powered the ship. "You're trying to escape Mustafar."

Droids and clones began to pour into the room, but with a jerk Anakin began to fly the ship away from the planet.

"I'm still disgusted by you," She spat out, gritting her teeth.

"I'm aware."

Before she was able to reply, another contraction hit. Padmé bent over, screaming into her fists.