Nov 2002 Disclaimer 1: It all (SW) belong to Lucasfilm, I don't own it.

Disclaimer 2: The song is by Martina McBride and I don't own that either :P I removed one line "It happens to alot of men" because it didn't fit in the context of the story.

AN: Anakin/Padmé & Padmé/Bail story, focused mostly on Padmé through AOTC (with some creative license) and into Ep3 speculation. The Song lyrics are in *'s at the beginning of each part.

WARNING: When I ran this through the JC boards I was accused of making several people cry. It starts romance and moves into -extreme- Angst. You've been warned.

Wrong Again

Part 1

*From the day we met You made me forget, All my fears.*

Padmé stared out across the vista of Coruscant, her gaze taking in the speeder traffic. A kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, it whirled around in a senseless pattern. Someone was trying to kill her. She'd been the leader of the opposition for over a year now, and threats were nothing new. Now, with the final vote approaching, someone had decided they wanted her dead. The building of an army was important enough to silence her. Permanently. The doors opened behind her and she looked back as Jar Jar and the Jedi entered the apartment. Jedi. She almost shook her head at the foolishness of it all. She didn't need, or want, more protection. She wanted answers.

She found a smile for them, however, as she approached and offered her hand. "It has been far too long, Master Kenobi," she said warmly, glad to see him despite the circumstances. There was a handsome young man standing behind him, one that seemed vaguely familiar, but it couldn't be, could it? She had to know. "Ani?" as soon as she said his name, she knew she was right. "My goodness, you've grown."

He smiled back, coming to stand near her and she blushed softly as he stuttered a compliment. He was clumsy, and it was probably the most backwards compliment she'd ever received, but it warmed her heart. "Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine." She told him sincerely before turning to take a seat on the couch. Dormé sat to her right, Jar Jar on her left, the Jedi across from her as Captain Typho remained standing. She registered his words, yet it wasn't what she was focusing on. Anakin was staring at her intently.

"I don't need more security," she said finally, looking at Obi-Wan and Anakin, "I want answers. I want to know who's trying to kill me."

Anakin's words again warmed her heart, even as they contradicted his Master's statements. She watched as they debated their instructions, feeling somewhat intrusive for it. This should have been a private discussion between Master and apprentice, even if Anakin's vow had been for her. She's recognized the sincerity in his tone, the determination. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. She didn't remember what she said next, but it obviously worked and the Jedi both stood as she did, Anakin's gaze following her completely. She met his gaze briefly before continuing to walk towards her bedroom.

It was days like these where she almost regretted choosing to serve as a senator. Days where she lived in fear for her life and lost friends. These were the days she wanted to lay it all down. Stepping into her room, she gently rubbed her temples. She was thankful when Dormé entered and helped her out of her gown. Sometimes she really hated wearing the gowns of her position. Shaking her hair free from the restricting coiffure, she allowed it to tumble to her waist. Slipping into her nightgown, she pulled a robe over top it and sat at her vanity. She hummed softly as she began to brush out her hair, hearing the Jedi moving around in the main room, checking the security.

A knock sounded on her door a few minutes later, the sounds in the outer room having ceased. "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Anakin, and she stood, quickly belting her robe.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, M'Lady, I just wanted to check the windows."

She nodded, motioning him to come in and he hesitantly stepped inside. "You can call me, Padmé, Ani. We're still friends."

She saw him swallow hard before going to check the locks and security system on the windows. "Thank you."

"Why don't you just turn them off?" she asked conversationally, picking up her brush again and pulling it through her hair.

He stopped, looking up at her from his couched position by the floor security beams. "Why?"

"Well, you did say we'd try and catch the assassin, right?"

"I said we'd find out who's trying to kill you," he corrected. "I'd like to catch him, or her, but if Master Obi-Wan doesn't agree there's not much I can do."

"And if it's my idea?"

He stood slowly, looking at her speculatively. "What'd you have in mind?"

She tried to ignore the extra emotions she could see in his eyes. She felt comfortable with him, yet when he looked at her like that... She fought it away, focusing on the task at hand. "Use me as bait for a trap. I'll program R2 to warn us if there's an intruder. We'll shut off the window security system to give whoever wants me dead the opportunity to kill me, hopefully catching them in the process. If we can, we'll be able to find out who they're working for."

He appeared to think it over before nodding slowly. "If you're sure."

She nodded, "I'm sure. I don't like living my life with the threat of death hanging over me."

He smiled then and her heart jumped, but she ignored it. "Alright. I'll tell Master Obi-Wan when he comes back. Sleep well, Padmé."

She turned back to her mirror, feeling his gaze on her, knowing he was watching her.

"And Padmé?"

She turned to look at him questioningly. His features were solemn, fierce, his blue eyes blazing with determination. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

She smiled. "With you and your Master watching out for me, I'll be able to sleep well tonight. Good night Anakin."

He turned and left her room then. Padmé turned back to the mirror but set the brush down. With Anakin watching over her, the expression on his face clear in her mind, she knew she'd be safe. Protected. For the first time in over a year, Padmé Amidala wasn't afraid to sleep.