I promised this in JANUARY!

Holy Force, I'm so sorry. I had this chapter all typed up and ready, but then my computer broke down and erased it. After that, I was mildly (not really mildly) sad. But I think I've recovered now. It will all come back to me once I remember that it also deleted a chapter of "A Father's Love" and of "Little Angel".

Wait… I just remembered, didn't I? (sobs loudly)

Anyway, this is the last chapter, which means if you enjoyed this story, I strongly encourage you to stick around for the prequel to it, which is titled Angry Sith With a Plunger.

ASWAP will start in ROTS timeframe and continue onward.

Sorry. You've waited long enough, so here's the chap. Enjoy and I'll talk more at the end.

Chapter LAST

Padmé, now clad in a bright pinstriped bikini, bounded onto the beach, following the twins as they hastened for the lake water. Obi-Wan skipped happily after her, and Siri waddled onward, carrying all the beach gear, grumbling unhappily. (Is it even possible to grumble happily?)

Yoda and Yaddle ambled hand-in-hand across the beach, earning many a strange look from the innocent beachgoers, (whose paradise would probably end up turning to disaster, knowing our luvverly friends)

Yoda seemed to notice the eyes on them and scowled, screaming suddenly, "Narrow-minded, don't be, you intolerant fools! Human we may not be, but the same rights as you we have!"

A little girl pointed and asked, "Mommy, is that a monkey?"

Obi-Wan, sporting some spiffy swim trunks patterned with, you guessed it: HOT DOGS ran over and yelled, "DAAAAAAAAAANG! He'd be a pretty WEIRD-looking monkey!"

With a sniff, Yoda marched away. "C'mon, Yaddle, my sweet!" They sat down on beach towels, and opened up two cans of their diet beverage.

Padmé laughed happily as a small wave knocked Luke's tiny body into the surf, and he caught its current.

She clapped as the wave carried him onshore.

"Huzzah! I'm a whale!" Luke screamed gleefully. "I always wanted to be a whale!"

However, his cheeriness abruptly ended when he crashed into the shore, heading face-first into Leia's miraculously huge castle.

"HEY!" She pouted. "I WORKED ON THAT FOR HOURS!"

"Leia, we just got here." Siri, who was sprawled out tanning, told her.

Padmé smiled, reveling in the happiness that would end very soon, for the datapads and Senate awaited her.

It was almost perfect. And yet… she couldn't help but feel like she was missing someone…

Anakin glared menacingly at the sand, as if to disintegrate its tiny particles by melting it with his eyes. Tentatively, he gradually lowered the tip of his toe onto its… well, sandy surface, and grimaced, moaning.

"I won't survive this." He muttered, formulating a plan of escape in his mind.

Maybe if I hop back into the cruiser and fly home now, they won't notice. He nearly slapped himself. C'mon, Anakin! THINK! You've successfully navigated through amazing situations with the odds dauntingly against you!

"Never tell me the odds." A voice said.

Anakin stared down at Han. "Dude, I didn't say that aloud, and you don't have Force powers, which clearly means that you couldn't have understood that that was exactly what I was thinking."

"How do you know?" Han tilted an eyebrow, squinting.

"I don't." Anakin admitted. "But what I do know is you are on the verge of ruining Arie's fanfic."

"It's alright." Arie appeared out of nowhere once more. "I think the readers lost hope after first few paragraphs. It's all good." She sighed and disappeared, still pretty sad.

"Why does everyone else get to be cool Jedi?" Han complained.

"Join the club, we've got T-shirts." Padmé said, as she approached. "Anakin, aren't you coming? Don't you wanna swim with us?"

"That depends on two things. One: Is Obi-Wan wearing his speedo?"

Padmé sighed, but laughed inwardly. "No. Now come on!"

Anakin frowned. "I would but therein remains the problem of me getting to the water, for in order to do so, I must trek across many yards of this…." He gestured at the beach, "FILTH!"

"I do my best!" A nearby janitor wailed, then, sobbing ran away.

"Oops…my bad." Anakin murmured. Han didn't seem to notice Anakin's spatula hand by the way. He's pretty much figured the family out by now.

"Ani, let's go!" Padmé said impatiently. "I would like to spend my last day of vacation, (along with the rest of my life) with the special man in my galaxy."

Han snorted, "Pfff. Oh yeah, he's special alright!" He began to walk off toward the snack stand, (Uh-oh, don't tell Obi.) where his sister Lissy was waiting.

"Gimme a break! I got it off a freakin Valentine's Day card!" Padmé exclaimed to his retreating back.

"Gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of dat KIT KAT BAR!" Anakin sang cheerily, waving his hands in the air.

"Anakin! NO sexual innuendo within a mile radius of the kids, you know the rules."

Anakin looked confused. "But I… that's not what I… HUH? I just had a funny craving for chocolate, that's all!"

Suddenly Leia came running over, sopping wet from head to toe. She was wearing a ruffled blue swimsuit, and her hair hung over her shoulders. "Hey Daddy, race you over to the water!"

This proved to be the perfect incentive for Anakin to leave the solace of the asphalt parking area.

"Okay, sweetheart." Anakin smiled sweetly. "But don't start crying when you get beaten!"

"Oh I won't." Leia said, rubbing her hands together in a way that made Anakin shiver.

"Really?" he goaded.

"Really. You are going to be the one crying when I SO beat YOU!" Leia declared. "What do you have to say to that, Daddy-O?"

Anakin's voice sounded strangely distant, and Leia wondered why. "I'd say I'm already HALFWAY THERE!" (I've quoted Spongebob! Dear goodness gracious!)

Leia turned around, astounded. "Oh, that's why."

Padmé began to sprint toward her husband. "Hey, Anakin! No fair!"

"YEAH!" Leia screamed, running as fast as her little legs would go.

Obi-Wan, splashing in the water, yelled, "HURRY UP SLOWPOKES!"

Anakin dove in, obviously happy to be off the sand. "It'll be awhile, Obster."

Padmé nearly fell on top of him at the moment. "You cheater! Anakin Skywalker, I am appalled at your behavior!"

Anakin sighed. "Sorry. I already told you thousand bajillion kamillion thousand hundred kabillion fazillion…."

Several minutes later…

"…katrillion quadrillion times how much I hate sand. I just wanted to get off of it."

Padmé didn't seem convinced. But then, Anakin re-enacted a perfectly authentic replica of the Puss in Boots™ PoutyFace.

Tears nearly filled Padmé's eyes. "Oh alright, you are forgiven!" She hugged him.

Obi-Wan however, tapped Anakin gently. "Uh… Anakin? You DO know there is sand on the bottom of the lake too, right?"

Anakin's eyes were suddenly the size of bowling balls. "HOLY SHAZIZZLE!" he yelped, flailing about. Padmé backed away, fearful for her life.

Anakin began to cautiously move out deeper, waiting for his feet to no longer touch the bottom.

Padmé shot Obi-Wan a "Well-What-Can-You-Do" Look just as Leia came splashing into the water.

"How did an ol' geezer like Daddy beat me? Even WITH a head start!" She said, trying to catch her breath.

"OL' GEEZER?" Obi-Wan screamed. "Watch your mouth, Missy, I'm older THAN him."

"Oh yeah." Leia murmured. "I forget because you don't act 76."

"I'm not 76 yet." Obi-Wan informed her. "I am however, over the hill."

"Actually you're in a lake, smart guy." Leia said, sticking out her tongue.

Luke meanwhile, was scavenging for shells. He had picked up several shiny whitish ones distractedly, before his eyes fell upon the biggest, most beautiful shell he had ever seen in his young life.

Smiling, he snatched it up. With a greedy laugh, he stowed it in his pocket. Turning around, he made a wild dash toward the water, ready to get wet again.

Anakin was nearly at the buoy by now, but he was disappointed to find that the water was still only coming up to his elbows.

"C'mon!" He yelled, frustrated. "What, with all this global warming they tell us about, surely this should be getting deeper!"

Luke swam up behind him, twirling a finger on the rippling surface of the water while floating on his belly. "The water's not warm enough for you, Daddy-Man?" he quipped. "Don't worry, I gotcha covered. I'll always have your back, Daddy."

Anakin, confused, muttered. "Yes, yes. That's wonderful, son."

It wasn't until Luke had wandered back toward the shallows and Anakin began to feel an odd warm spot in the usually refreshingly cold water that Anakin let out an shockingly girlish scream and quickly began to swim away, kicking his legs in the water as if a gooberfish was chasing him.

Padmé and Obi-Wan had become engaged…. in a fast-paced splash fight! (HAHA! I had you there, didn't I? Well, I'm not for Obidala, silly gooses!)

Leia, somewhat bored, swept her arm through the water and doused a very unsuspecting Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan sputtered and smiled. "Glad you decided to join us, Leia."

He felt like taking it back when Leia was suddenly on the alert, both arms lingering millimeters from the water, a devilish smile imprinted upon her face.

"Pleasure's all mine, Uncle Obi."

Moments later, Padmé and Obi-Wan were coughing and spitting water from their mouths, soaked almost beyond recognition and waving imaginary white flags.

"So polite." Obi-Wan thought aloud.

Sera had taken the lifeguard position without hesitation, although she had little to no experience. She had thought that it would be a piece of banja cake. Simpler than simple.

However, she didn't have the slightest idea what to do when she spotted a small shape several meters from the buoy, and she panicked.

"MONSTER!" she yelled into the megaphone, "GOOBERFISH! GIANT MAN-EATING WALRUS! SCUBA-DIVING ZOMBIE! OH MY GOODNESS WHAT IF…. THE EMUS HAVE EVOLVED AND GROWN FINS? THE POSSIBILTIES ARE ENDLESS!"

Lora, miles away at a garage sale, stopped in her tracks. Her ears perked up and she screamed, "CAMPBELL'S TOMATO SOUP, POSSIBILITES!"

Jansen approached with a shy smile on his face. He got down on one knee, opening a small box. "I couldn't think of a more romantic place than this garage sale to ask. Lora, darling, will you marry me!"

Lora yelped happily. "If Spongebath can be the bridesmaid!"

(Sera began to hop up and down as everyone but our gang fled the beach, for our gang knew that the shape was only Anakin. She danced weirdly and said over and over, "No! Ooh! Ooh! C-c-c-c-can I be the bridesmaid? Ooh! Ooh! C-c-c-c-can I be the bridesmaid? Ooh! Ooh! C-c-c-c-can I be the bridesmaid?" You get the idea. )

"You named your kangaroo SPONGEBATH?" He questioned incredulously.

"Yes. And I have even better names picked out if we have kids, Jansey-Poo."

Anakin, now several yards past the buoy, found that the water was now hitting his shoulders, but his feet still touched the repulsive bottom. Unceasingly frustrated, he cursed every curse word in every language he could think of, even the ones he couldn't speak, and the ones that didn't officially exist.

He took several steps and was shocked to find a dramatic difference in the water level very suddenly.

But looking down, he nearly jumped out of his swim trunks. (Oh dear….)

The water had dropped and was now hitting at about mid-thigh.

Disgusted, our hero Anakin gave up and trudged back toward where Padmé, Obi-Wan, Siri, Luke and Leia were now frolicking in the surf.

Obi-Wan, suddenly awakened from half-slumber, sat up on his yellow and brown hot-dog shaped raft. "Look, Anakin's coming back!"

Padmé, though smiling at her husband's approach, scolded him. "Anakin, I hope you're proud of yourself. You evacuated the entire beach and the lifeguard locked herself in the lighthouse."

"Well, there's worse places to be locked in." Anakin said, coming over to Padmé and wrapping his spatulatized arm around her. "Like that one time, when Obi-Wan and I got ourselves locked in General Grievous' personal refresher…"

"ANAKIN! That business on Cato Neimodia doesn't DOESN'T count." Obi-Wan screeched.

"I wasn't aware that the General was capable of using a refresher… this is most intriguing." Siri put in.

"Yeah, well you also didn't know that Anakin was a boy." Obi-Wan pointed out.

"Yes I did! I just forgot, okay?"

"Whatever." Obi-Wan waved a hand vividly.

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THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. IT SEEMS THAT WHILE ARIE WAS TYPING THIS CHAPTER, A SMALL BAND OF BLACK MAKEUP WEARING BANDITS APPROACHED HER.

…

"Hey you!" A very shady-looking person said to Arie. "I don't like your writing. It's offensive."

Arie sat up straighter in her chair and typed several random letters defiantly to prove a point: rasfjkghflidguiavfjlahvj. "What makes you think so?" she asked innocently.

"It is just is!" The leader screamed. "We'll carry on much better without its terribleness plaguing us. TAKE IT OFF THE SITE NOW!"

Arie quipped. "If you're angry because it is random and often makes little sense, I can't help you. I however must warn you, I will defend myself if this gets violent. Wait… who are you guys anyway?"

She promptly got up and pulled down their hoods, letting out a gasp. "It's… it's…."

Oh man, this would be a perfect place to end it. Whoops this is the last chapter, NO CLIFFHANGERS!

"It's…." she pointed. "MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!"

"Prepare to die." The members of the band shrieked, pulling out microphone stands to swing at Arie and odd black marching band outfits. A guitar landed at Arie's feet, smashing into a thousand bazillion kabillion…. (you get the picture?) pieces.

"You fools!" Arie threw off her cape. "I had been trained in your emo arts, by COUNT DOOKU!"

"Dooku was emo?" The readers questioned.

"Significantly." A random band member squealed.

"Dooku was more extreme than emo. He was downright EMOTASTIC!" Arie said almost happily.

"Enough of the emo!" The readers yelled. "What the heck is going on?"

"THIS!" Yelled Mace Windu, popping out of nowhere. He sat on a beach towel (it was purple) and sang sadly, "When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band…."

My Chemical Romance screamed and ran away, astonished that the strange Jedi knew their lyrics.

"Thanks Windybutt." Arie said to Mace. "You aren't so bad sometimes."

Mace nodded. " 'Welcome, Arie."

Arie then paused and gazed at the purple-loving Jedi. "Did I ever tell you about my belief that all men that choose to shave their heads should be required to paint blue arrows on their scalps and join the Avatar?" (I hate that show)

Mace frowned. "Arie, I'm two seconds away from going all Vaapad on your butt."

Arie sighed, putting her hands up innocently. "Alright, alright! YOUR arrow can be purple!"

…

THIS HAS BEEN A SPECIAL SEGMENT FEATURING THE AUTHORESS. YOU MAY NOW COMMENCE READING ABOUT THE OTHER CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.

…

Back with the Skywalkers and Co….

Anakin picked up Leia and threw her into the air, only to see her spin and form a cannonball shape before splashing into the water. When she surfaced, she was giggling uncontrollably.

"Me next, Daddy!" Luke called out, not to be outdone by his twin. Anakin picked him up and tossed him, but he just spread his arms out and yelled, "I'm flying! YEEHEE!"

But since he failed to fold up his legs, he landed on his feet, only getting wet up to his waist. Despite this, he laughed as well, enjoying the fun.

"OOOH! NOW ME!" Obi-Wan screamed, relatively bored, for Padmé and Siri were relaxing on hot pink inflatable rafts.

Anakin sighed and held out his knee. "Alright. Hop on up here, Big Guy."

Obi-Wan did so, causing Anakin to shift and struggle to balance with his former Master weighing him down. "Auggh. Obi-Wan, have you ever considered working out?"

"Shut up, Anakin." Obi-Wan snapped, and then he smiled. "Mr. Santy Claus, you're supposed to be nice."

Anakin groaned. "Santa would have a heart attack if you sat on his lap, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan seemingly ignored this comment and mused. "Let's see… I want a new lightsaber… oh and a Pony Annihilator 2000."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "You'll shoot your eye out, kid! HOHOHO!" And he halfheartedly threw Obi-Wan, relying heavily on the Force to do so.

Luke swam over to his sister, paddling idly. She was doing underwater somersaults.

"Hey Leia!" He said when she surfaced.

"What do you want, Hutt butt?" she answered coolly, swiping a lock of long wet brown hair from her face.

"I found the best seashell ever, you wanna see?" Luke boasted, sticking out his chest.

"Not really. Your close proximity is compromising my life Force." She said, making a face.

Luke took the object from his pocket anyway. "Look."

Leia glanced down at Luke's palm and shrieked. "Holy nexxus!" She then sped away, leaving a confused Luke behind.

"Was it something I said?"

"Excuse me Luke?" A small voice said. He looked down to see Yoda, sitting on a small surfboard. "I believe, my teeth, you have."

The little green Jedi snatched his pearly whites from Luke's hand and stuffed them into his mouth. "COWABUNGA, DUDE!"

Luke could only gaze blankly at his now vacant palm.

It seemed that despite the efforts of many, Obi-Wan located the concession stand. He skipped over happily, sitting on a bar stool, taking note of the tiki-cabana theme the decorations displayed.

He ordered a smoothie and fries, this probably being the highlight of his day at the beach later.

He glanced over at the person in the seat next to him, only to scream and drop his fries onto the sand.

"It's DARTH VADER!"

The Sith Lord choked as he siphoned his smoothie through his face mask. He spluttered and wheezed, interrupting his rhythmic mechanical breathing patterns.

Finally, he collapsed on the ground, passed out from lack of oxygen.

Obi-Wan scratched his chin and looked from the still form of the cyborg to Anakin, who was playing with Luke and Leia in the water.

"Wait a minute… something's not right here." He mused.

Anakin stopped mid-splash and brought a hand to his chest. "I…I can't breathe!" He began coughing violently and his face turned blue.

After a moment, he fell over, floating on his back in the shallows.

Padmé sat up on her raft when something tapped the side. Peering over the edge, she was shocked to find Anakin, limp-looking, floating next to her.

"HOLY SITH!" she yelled, frantically remembering that there was no lifeguard. "SIRI! SIRI, SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH ANAKIN!"

"No Sith." Siri murmured, leaning way back, catching the sun's rays.

"NO I MEAN IT! LOOK!"

Siri took a glance at Anakin through her shades. "Oh, Padmé, he's just doing the Dead Man's Float, right Anakin?"

Silence.

"Anakin?"

Back at the snack stand, Han had removed Vader's mask and started performing CPR.

With a mild cough, Vader awoke, quite astonished to find the young Solo boy lending him air.

Embarrassed, he got up.

"Are you alright, man?" The snack stand worker asked, helping him up.

"Don't touch me!" Vader yelped and with that, he snapped his fingers.

A loud crack filled the ears of Obi-Wan, Han, Lissy, and the snack guy.

Obi-Wan stared, envious. "I never knew Sith Lords could Apparate!"

Han meanwhile, was running lickety-split toward the water.

Lissy, startled, yelled, "Han, where do you think you're going?"

"Saving my future girlfriend's father, got a problem, sis?" He yelled, obviously very annoyed.

"Well… I suppose not." Then she grimaced. "Kids these days."

"Tell me about it." Obi-Wan murmured, now absorbed with his food once more.

Padmé, next to hysterical, was slapping Anakin's face as hard as she could, attempting to revive him.

Suddenly, Han came out of nowhere.

(cue cheesy heroic music)

DUNDUNDUNDA!

Han grabbed Anakin's face and pried his mouth open, pressing his own mouth against it.

"No fair!" Padmé screamed. "That was my next move."

Anakin jolted and shoved Han away. "What do you think you are doing?"

Han shrugged. "Fulfilling the prophecy."

"Already did that, squirt." Anakin told him.

"I just saved your life, be nice! You started choking because and alternate version of you called Vader or something did over at the snack stand.

"Huh?" Anakin questioned. He touched his face. "Owww… is my face red? It hurts! I think I have sunburn."

Padmé though immensely, relieved that Anakin was now awake, smiled guiltily.

Han tried to explain again. "I'm a Boy Scout. I just did CPR on you to revive you."

Anakin nodded. "Why didn't you say that in the first place? I thought you were kissing me!"

Han cleared his throat, "Speaking of kissing…" He glanced at Leia, who was splashing Luke.

Anakin put and hand on Han's shoulder. "How can I repay you, Han?"

Han smiled devilishly. "Let me take your daughter to prom?"

Anakin's face contorted for a moment, but he sighed. "Alright… deal.'

They shook on it.

Beside the water, Tabby put her cat down and yelled, "Let's go swimming, Tabby!"

The cat meowed in protest.

"C'mon it'll be so fun!" She pulled out her wand. "WINDGARDIUM LEVIOUSA!"

The cat floated across the waves, mewling in terror.

"Oh alright," Tabby sighed. "I'll go by myself." She set the cat down on the sand and jumped into the water.

After swimming out a little way, she pulled out her walkie talkie. "Tabby to Tabby, come in Tabby… Tabby to Tabby… do you copy?"

"Merwl?" A mew sounded on the other end.

"You're supposed to say meow... over."

"Meow?"

"C'MON PUT A LITTLE OOMPF into it!"

"Meow-OOMPF!"

"That's better. Now, go over and scratch up Arie's hands."

"Meow."

"Roger that. Tabby out."

Arie glanced down at her bandaged hands as she typed. With sigh, she addressed the readers, "What's worse, she can communicate with can openers too!"

With that said, her fingers (covered in miscellaneous Band-Aids) pinged away, finishing the last chapter.

Suddenly Em; dressed in dark colors (yet not looking like MCR), popped in and grabbed Arie's foot.

"GIMME YOUR SHOE!" She screamed maniacally.

Obi-Wan, whistling innocently, swam up to Anakin, who was watching Luke and Leia play.

"Hey AnnieKaNanny!" Obi-Wan slapped his shoulder happily. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing." Anakin murmured thoughtfully. "I just almost died because apparently a Sith version of me almost died and since he did… I did. It's all quite confusing, but I think he's gone now, so I'm safe."

"Yeah he is." Obi-Wan blurted, and then clapped a hand over his mouth when he realized what he'd said.

Anakin fixed Obi-Wan with a suspicious glare. "Say, you wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

Obi-Wan smiled nervously. "Ahhh…. no?"

Anakin checked his hands. "Any cheese? Nope… that's a good sign."

Suddenly, another ear-splitting crack was heard. The dark figure of Vader appeared, gesturing wildly at Obi-Wan. "HE LIES! HE WAS THE ONE WHO STARTLED ME AND CAUSED MY CHOKING!"

Anakin stared in awe at the Sith Lord. "You're me?"

"I was at one point." Vader said angrily, and then pointed at Obi-Wan. "Before he made me fall into a boiling lake of lava!"

Anakin gave Obi-Wan a weird look. "Obi-Wan…. how could you? That's so mean!"

Obi-Wan looked confused. "That's funny… I don't remember doing that at all."

"It's true." A voice said. Hayden Christensen approached. "I was there. I am the one he supposedly maimed."

"You." Obi-Wan said in an accusing tone. Then he glanced at each of the three men.

Vader. Hayden. Anakin. Anakin. Hayden. Vader.

"Okay, this is just too much!" Obi-Wan ran off toward Siri, clutching his head. "IT HURTS!"

Anakin turned to Hayden and Vader. "He's right, bros. I'm afraid you all are going to have to skidaddle back to your rightful alternate universes."

Hayden and Vader burst into tears and Apparated.

"Sorry." Anakin said to the air.

Slightly later…

"AHHHH!" Padmé shouted as her raft capsized. She landed in the water with a ker-plop. Beside her, Siri acted similarly when her float flipped.

Both women turned to glare at their significant others, who stood behind and slightly underneath their rafts.

"ANAKIN!"

"OBI-WAN!"

The two men snickered and approached their ladies, grabbing them and pulling them forward.

What followed was an odd cuddle/makeout session in the water.

No details necessary, really.

A little later than slightly later…

Anakin stood on top of the tiki cabana stand, watching Jack Schmitt, whose unlucky butt happened to be sitting in a chair at that very stand on that beach.

"What a coincidence." Anakin murmured. Then he lifted his hand (the one that wasn't a spatula) and in it, he grasped a large cantaloupe. "I promised myself I'd get you back for hitting on my wife… and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

Poised, he waited until, as Jack Sparrow would say, "the opportune moment" and chucked the cantaloupe…

It landed directly on him, knocking him out cold. Not to mention covering him in orange mush.

The snack guy sighed. "Not again." Looking around, he asked, "Where did that Boy Scout go?"

Later that evening

Our wonderful friends still had the beach to themselves. They were huddled together on their beach towels, happily munching chips and sipping soda.

"Do we really have to leave, Daddy?" Leia, wrapped in a patterned towel, huddled close to Anakin.

"I'm afraid so, Princess." He told her, tousling her hair affectionately.

"It's been fun," Siri remarked, "Thanks for picking me up along the way."

"Siri, you're like my sister." Padmé, who was leaning against Anakin's other side, replied softly. "We were happy to include you."

Siri smiled. "Well, now that I've had my share of vacation, I'd love to come back to Coruscant with you… I mean, it sure has been awhile. I'd like to see the Temple again."

"Consider it done." Anakin told her.

Obi-Wan squeezed her hand. "This has been more fun than I imagined. And I imagined quite a lot."

"Yeah…" Luke sighed. "Will we ever come to Naboo again?"

"Most likely" Padmé said. "I mean, there is family here."

Yoda (guess where?) and Yaddle merely remained silent.

Their vacation was upon its twilight.

"And soon, night must fall." Yoda whispered, watching the sun drop into the lake.

"Should it be doing that?" Luke wondered. "I mean, won't it… blow up?"

"It isn't really falling into the water." Padmé informed him, wrapping an arm around her son. "It is just setting. I know it is hard to see a Coruscant sunset because of all the smog, but that's what it looks like…. only not as pretty."

"Oh." Luke said, after basically ruining my attempt at a fluffy ending. Of course, I'm kind of used to it by now. (scowl)

There was an aura of disappointment oozing around the group as they all fastened their seatbelts and Anakin slowly punched in the coordinates for Coruscant.

Padmé stared out at the surroundings of Naboo for one last time, hoping deeply that someday they would return.

Anakin prepared the takeoff sequence, took a quick glance at his wife, and fired up the engines, leaning back in his chair. For once, he wasn't so eager to start flying.

Padmé looked at him quizzically, but then smiled. "Thanks, Ani."

"Thanks?" He questioned.

"This whole operation was your idea." Padmé grinned. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.

He managed a feeble smile. "Yeah… it was a disaster, but as disasters go… that was pretty sweet."

Padmé nodded, and they both sat for a moment, neither wanting to take to the air. Finally, Anakin gradually lifted them into the air until they hovered silently above the landscape of Naboo.

Anakin stared blankly the dashboard, noticing a bottle of Ibuprofen tablets sitting there.

"DEAR FORCE!" a voice suddenly screeched. "AN EMERGENCY WE HAVE! NO DIET COKE IS THERE FOR THE RIDE HOME!"

"ARE WE THERE YET?"
"NO DUMMY!"
"SOMEWHERE…! BEYOND THE SEA…! SOMEWHERE WAITING FOR MEEEEEEEE….! MY LOVE IS STAAANDING ON GOLDEN SANDS….!"

"TURN THE RADIO ON, I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

"MOMMY, I NEED A REST STOP!"

"HOW LONG 'TIL WE GET HOME?"

"LET'S PLAY A GAME!"

"I'M BORED!"

Anakin, with a grimace, picked up the bottle and shook it, only to hear silence.

Just my luck. He groaned inwardly, already sensing that the ride home would be an interesting one.

He began to lightly cruise along, trying to remain calm.

"ANAKIN, YOU NEVER DEMONSTRATED THE SHAKIRA BELLY DANCE FOR US!"

"YEAH DADDY!"

It didn't work.

Several minutes later, he was banging his head against the steering yoke.

Padmé beside him; mused almost sadly. "Anakin, I need a vacation."

THE END!

Gosh, it's actually over. What a long chapter.

Especially special thanks to reviewers and people who stuck around with me during this experience. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

Also, a world of thanks to:

Sarah

The Knittin Kittens

Mini Trish Stratus

McDermott the Giant Handmaiden

Anyone else I may have forgotten!

I can't believe I'm signing off of this story for good, and yet I'm so pumped to write Angry Sith With a Plunger at the same time. It just means a lot, becaue this was my first fanfic EVER.

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!

Last review threat for this one: (sniff, sniff)

Review or a piece of lettuce will eternally remain stuck between your teeth, an army of shoes will invade your house, and you will be forced to eat Taco Bell for the rest of your life! MUAHAHAHAHAAH!

Oh yeah and THANK YOU!