Chapter Seven

Padme stared out the window and watched the speeders whiz by. She looked at the clock with an annoyed expression on her face, she still had several hours before her Senate meeting. That was the last thing she wanted to do right now. It was so hard for her to go to meeting after meeting, when all she wanted to do was find Anakin. On top of that, she also had her children to worry about.

Obi-Wan's last words to her had been unnerving, something she hadn't allowed herself to think about until he had mentioned it. What if the Council took them away from her? What would she do then? Her very reason for being would be shattered, especially if Anakin never came back to her.

She shook her head furiously. No, she couldn't think like that. Obi-Wan would find her husband, just like he promised, and she would be reunited with him. Then she would get to share her wonderful news with him and then they could be a family. She could leave the Senate and go to Naboo with Anakin to raise their children. And they could be happy and at peace.

She sighed, realizing what a dream that was. Unlikely, maybe, but all she had at the moment were her dreams. For now, that would have to be enough. Because her husband was still missing and her children were still in danger of being stolen from her.

Her head jerked up and she felt a chill run down her spine. She was getting the same feeling she had when someone had been in her room the previous night. She shuddered slightly, not sure if she was feeling déjà vu or the real thing. She abruptly walked to her closet and retrieved a wrap, feeling extremely cold despite the fact that it was the sun was shining brightly into her rooms.

As soon as she walked back out of her closet, she stopped and rested a hand lightly on her swelling abdomen. That feeling just wouldn't go away, the feeling that danger was near by and could strike at anytime. Simply shrugging her shoulders, she walked back out to stand by the window again.

Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and a cold gloved hand clamped around her mouth, silencing her screams for help. She was turned around forcefully and abruptly slapped in the face. That sent her flying to the ground before she was roughly picked up then punched in the face. She tried to cry out and kick her attacker, but it was no use. Her attacker held her arms strongly at her side, then out of nowhere, another attacker put a cloth over her mouth. Before she could even comprehend what was happening to her, she passed out into the arms of those who had attacked her.

Anakin sighed and shifted his weight to try to make himself more comfortable. He sighed again and rested his head against the wall, leaning the rest of his body against the cold concrete as well. There was no getting comfortable there. The only place Anakin knew he would be comfortable was in his bed with Padme sleeping in his arms.

A sharp chill ran down his spine as he sensed something he hadn't felt in a long time. Padme's presence. No…she couldn't be here…what had he done?

The General shoved Padme roughly onto the ground so he could take a better look at her. She was still unconscious and he nodded with satisfaction as he surveyed her appearance.

"Good. Very good. This should make him crack. As soon as she wakes up, bring her to Skywalker."

The officer nodded and cast a weary glance at their new female prisoner. He had to stop himself from shuddering at what he had been forced to do to her. And on top of all that, she was pregnant. Beating a pregnant woman just didn't sit right with him, even if she was a Senator. He prayed that Skywalker wouldn't put him in a position to have to do that again.

His thoughts were interrupted as the Senator stirred and he knew she was beginning to wake up from her unconscious state.

"Time to meet up with your lover, and for both our sakes, I hope he finally decides to cooperate." He muttered under his breath as leaned to down to help the Senator stand.

Padme didn't know where she was. She felt groggy and disoriented. All she knew was that she was walking somewhere in a dark, cold corridor. She looked up and saw the man who had taken her. No matter where he was taking her, she knew that she needed to start fearing for her life and the lives of her unborn children.

The man opened a door and pushed her into the room. Her eyes tried to focus against the darkness and could just barely make out a form against the wall. Her heart began to race as she took a step closer to the figure.

Anakin couldn't believe his eyes. There she was standing right in front of him. Despite the darkness surrounding them, he could see her face and his heart leapt with joy.


Upon hearing that voice, Padme was jolted out of her trance. She moved closer to the voice, praying that she wasn't hearing things, that the voice was really the voice of her husband.


Now she was right next him and she heard a guard behind them, fumbling with some keys. The guard quickly released Anakin from his chains and Anakin took a step closer to her.

She could feel his breath on her face and she looked up at the face she hadn't seen in months. Within moments, she was in his arms. He stroked her hair, relishing the feeling of having her back in his arms after so long.

"It's alright. I'll think of something." He whispered in her ear gently.

She lifted her head to look at him and at that moment, Anakin noticed something that he had missed before on her face. He touched the bruise on her cheek lightly, then quickly pulled back his hand when she winced from the contact. He immediately pulled her back into his arms and kissed her forehead gently.

"I'm so sorry, Padme. I should have been there to protect you. This is all my fault. I did this."

She pulled away from him and looked him in the eye.

"What are you talking about…how is this your fault?"

"These men who took us, they've been trying to get me to tell them things about the Republic. They've been asking me questions about the Senate and their next moves. When they mentioned your name, I gave myself away with my reaction. I just couldn't stop myself from reacting when they asked me about you. I know that's why they brought you here, because they know I care about you, and they're going to use you to make me talk."

She bit her lip nervously. "You can't do that, you know. Everything that's going on is bigger than you or me. We can't let them destroy what we've worked so hard for."

He nodded and pulled her to him again, wanting to feel her again. It was then that he finally felt the change in his wife's figure. He placed a hand gently on her stomach and kissed her lips softly.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to protect you and our child, Padme. Nothing is going to happen to you, they're going to have to kill me first."

She grimaced at his last comment, then turned her attention to where his hand rested. "Anakin, there's something else that you should know. We're…having twins."

A bright smile spread across his face and he immediately pulled her into a passionate kiss.

"Padme, everything is going to be alright. I'll take care of you and our children. Everything's going to be fine, now. Don't worry about what happens to me, now. You just need to concentrate on the children, alright?"

She nodded quickly and kissed him again. But they're reunion was interrupted by the guard re-entering the cell. He jerked Padme out of Anakin's arms and she cried out and tried to fight the guard off.

But she stopped when she heard Anakin calling to her: "Stop, Padme. You'll just make it worse. Remember what I said. I love you."

She turned to him one more time before she was dragged from the room and shouted a quick 'I love you'. He smiled reassuringly and nodded to her to let the guard take her from him once again.

As the door shut, once again separating Padme from her husband, she finally completely relented from trying to fight off the guard. She was tired and seeing Anakin alive was more than she could handle. She would just have to rest all her faith in her husband. After all, he had never failed her before. Why would he start now?