Padmé pushed Anakin off of her. She threw her hands up in the air and stood up, shouting, "The what?!"

"I was his apprentice," Anakin told her calmly, "I killed him. I am now the Sith."

"But... that's... no..." she stammered, at a loss of words. The mix of emotions confused her. She'd been sad, happy, relieved, and mortified all in the span of ten minutes.

"I told you I would overthrow him," he told her. Then he shouted out, "Didn't I, Obi-wan?"

Obi-wan came out of his hiding position behind one of the stone walls. His robes brushed against the sand as he drew closer. His hand hovered over his lightsaber, but he didn't touch it. He was calm and tactical, two skills Anakin and Padmé still had to master.

"Yes, Anakin, you did say that," his voice rang cold throughout the dessert air.

"Come with us," Padmé told him again. "You have the opportunity to completely destroy Palpatine's Galactic Empire. You've been training for this moment your entire life, Anakin. Join Obi-wan and I again and make things right."

Anakin responded, anger sewn between his words, "No. I won't give up what I've sacrificed so much for. I am the Sith. I have an entire army that will do whatever I want at the snap of my fingers."

Padmé felt like choking. Although it seemed impossible, her heart shattered into two again. It pierced her chest, like glass cut through skin.

"I'm done," she told him flatly. "If this is what you want, this is what you can have. If an army means more than innocent lives, your friends, your wife, and your children... than rule it. But don't tell me I abandoned you, you were the one that chose power over us. Not me."

Anakin smirked, "Whatever you say."

She let a shriek of frustration escape her throat, "I don't understand you! I don't understand how you have changed so much! I don't understand how you can share the moment we just had and then hate me at the same time!"

"I don't hate you. I love you."

"You have a twisted perspective of what love is," she hissed, "This is not love."

"This is the same love I've had for you since the day I met you 13 years ago. Don't let your single mindful ways block your view on my love."

"You're a prideful bastard!" Padmé shouted.

"I won't kidnap you," Anakin told her. He said the sentence as if he were doing her a favor. As if he was extending her grace.

Padmé knew ordinary couples didn't force each other to see not being kidnapped as a treat. Anakin was sick. She cursed herself for believing she could have him back. Darth Vader had consumed him. He was a Sith now, nothing could bring him back. Not her, not Obi-wan, not their children... He was gone.

"However," he continued, "You need to make a choice."

"And that would be?" Obi-wan asked.

"It's Obi-wan Kenobi or it's your husband Anakin Skywalker. You choose, Padmé."

"That's not the decision you're forcing me to make," she insisted, "You're asking me to choose between the darkside and the light."

"You can leave with Obi-wan and back to the rebels," Anakin shouted, "Or you can come with me. You'll be safe. You won't be trapped. It will be you and me. We will rule the galaxy and make things the way we want them."

"What I want is to be married to a sane man," Padmé spat.

"Make a choice Padmé. Me or him?"

She shook furiously, then gestured to her husband. "Kill him for all I care, Obi-wan."

"Pad-"

"There's no bringing him back. Anakin died on Coruscant. Kill Darth Vader."

"This is what you want?!" her husband's voice shrieked as he pulled his lightsaber from underneath of his cloak. "You want to go up against the Sith?!"

Without a second thought, Padmé let her infuriation get the best of her. She lunged forward, landing on top of Obi-wan. Startled, the man froze. At the given opportunity, she stole the lightsaber off of his belt. He hadn't given her a weapon of her own.

Before the man could react, Padmé ignited the lightsaber. She ran towards Anakin, raising the weapon above her head. With aggression, she slashed downwards. Anakin easily blocked the hit. He swung his own lighsaber, but Padmé ducked. When she jabbed forwards towards him, Anakin shoved her over. Her body hit the ground with a loud thud. The side of her arm began to sting, but she held back tears.

Using the force, Obi-wan's lightsaber flew off the ground and back into his hands. He re-ignited it and swung at Anakin. Anakin blocked him and flung his hand left then right. He jumped, attempting to pierce Obi-wan from the top of his head. Obi-wan was too quick, he rolled out of the way. Immediatly, the Jedi stood up and ran towards Anakin again. Their sabers collided, causing sparks to fly into the air. Padmé watched intensly as the blue and red sabers flew off of each other. She grit her teeth, panicking.

What would happen to her if Anakin won? Would she have to watch him murder her friend? Who would take care of the twins if Anakin took her again? And worst of all... What if he hurt her, too? He had no problem force chocking, swinging his lightsaber, and pushing her over. What stopped him from killing her? He obviously considered her a threat.

The lightsabers continued to collide. They hit each other with incredible force, the men travelled around each other quickly. Sweat began to form at Obi-wan's forehead. From the tight expression to his lips and the narrowing of his eyes, Padmé could tell he was concentrating with a great deal of force. Anakin was stronger than he'd been in their previous fight. He had the upperhand, only inches from cutting Obi-wan open multiple times.

With a shout, Obi-wan barrelled his body forward. He rolled on the ground, catching Anakin's feet under him. The Sith tumbled to the ground, landing on his face. Sand scattered into the air. It coated his hair and eyes.

Obi-wan towered above him, raising his weapon high above his shoulders. Before thrashing downwards, Anakin spat sand from his mouth.

He coughed, "God, I hate sand."

Obi-wan let out a small chuckle, with it he loosened the grip on his lightsaber. Using this to his advantage, Anakin brought his legs into the air. He kicked his old master in the gut. Obi-wan flew a few feet before landing flat on his back. Anakin lept to a standing position, then walked towards him. Padmé let out a shriek of terror. Within a moment, Anakin had Obi-wan pinned underneath of him. He belligerently lurched his lightsaber into Obi-wan's body.

A scream of pure agony ripped through the air. Obi-wan's arm fell a meter away from him, sizzling from the cut. He writhed in the sand from the pain. Padmé stood up and sprinted towards him.

Anakin kicked the man in the side of his ribs. Another cry escaped Obi-wan's throat.

Padmé fell to her knees in front of Anakin. She sobbed, "Please don't kill him. Please, Anakin. If there's any part of you left, please don't kill him."

"You wanted him to kill me," he hissed as he kicked the man again. Obi-wan cried out.

"Please show him mercy," Padmé continued, "He's all I have left. I can't go back alone. Please!"

Anakin sighed, he lowered his weapon and put it in his belt.

"You were my father," Anakin told him, "For that, I will show you mercy." Then he turned to his wife, "Will you be coming with me?"

"Never," she spat out. Padmé cradled Obi-wan in her arms, unaware of how she could ease his pain. She held him tight, knowing that nothing would help him.

Anakin began to walk away. He muttered, "There are other ways."

Once he crept behind one of the stone buildings, a large ship descended off of the ground. He dissapeared within seconds.

Padmé helped Obi-wan to his feet.

"Are you alright?" she questioned him.

Obi-wan nodded his head and grimaced. Padmé helped him to his feet. He leaned his weight onto the side of her body, holding her with his one hand for support. She struggled under his mass, but nothing would stop her from getting her friend to safety. Padmé slowly moved the two towards the direction they'd arrived from. All she could hope was that Anakin hadn't destroyed their ship.

It took her longer to get back to the ship than before. Instead of half of an hour, it took her a full one. By the time she'd placed Obi-wan in the passenger seat of the ship, she was panting for breath. Her hands shook as she gripped the steering wheel. Her face was red, she was fatigued. Her muscles screamed at her, begging for relief. She couldn't rest, she had to get Obi-wan to medical attention.

They didn't speak as she flew them back to the rebel base. Padmé was consumed by her thoughts. Her mind spun as the last few hours replayed over and over.

She finally gave up on him. He wasn't himself anymore. The old Anakin would never have fought her. He would never had become the Sith. He would never hurt Obi-wan. This new version of Anakin afflicted pain and suffering with his every breath. He was gone, lost in a place she could not reach.

Padmé knew she had to put her faith into people that stayed. She could only trust the people who put her before themselves. There was only one man who did that. It was Obi-wan.

The reason he was injured was because he risked his own health and safety for her own. He was her true friend. Not Anakin. Obi-wan thought about others, whereas Anakin was only concerned about himself. He'd destroyed their relationship with pride and greed. Her heart pierced uncomfortably at the thought. She was shocked to find that it could still possess more pain than before. Her lungs were blocked, allowing minimum oxygen to her body. She was dizzy.

Cautiously, Padmé landed the ship in the rebel base. She threw the door open and put Obi-wan on her back. She called out for help desperately.

She broke into a jog, reaching the metal entrance of the building speedily. No one assisted her in opening the door. Padmé awkwardly fumbled with the knob. Obi-wan had passed out on her back. Once she examined the hallway, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

It was empty. Not a single person roamed the white floors. She'd never seen it so quiet.

Her heart began to race. She bit her lip nervously as she rushed through the space. She needed to help Obi-wan, despite the unusual scene. Padmé focused on getting to the end of the hall, trying her best to not let her fear get the best of her.

Suddenly, her foot hit something soft. Padmé stopped, stunned. She looked down, then bit back a terrified scream. She placed Obi-wan on the ground.

At her feet, Bail Organa layed dead. His legs were disattached from his body, the result of a large cut.

Padmé trembled in fear. She wanted to crumple to the ground and cry, but she heard a small noise from down the hall. It came from the medical room. She forced herself to continue. Before she left Obi-wan and Bail's bodies, she grabbed the gun that sat in Bail's belt. She loaded it, then crept down the hall.

She emerged into the medical room, her body quivering in shock. She couldn't erase her old colleagues dead eyes from her mind. Her heart raced as she took in the room.

Padmé froze when she saw the figure that stood in front of her.

Anakin.

His lightsaber was ignited, raised high above his head. Padmé's eyes rapidly located his victims. Her heart stopped.

Luke and Leia.

Without a moment of hesitation, Padmé lifted the gun in her right hand. She aimed and fired.

Sending a bullet into Anakin Skywalker.

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