Outline:

Twilight of the Empire

Characters: Padmé Naberrie Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker

General/ Romance/ Angst

AU of Episode 5 & 6

T for Mild Sexual Situations.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. Star Wars is the property of George Lucas.

Gentle reader, this is my first fan fiction. I'd appreciate your feedback.

Summary: Set roughly 20 years after ROTS. All events happened, except Padmé did not die.

Prologue: Dawn

Padmé felt like she was at the bottom of a shallow body of water on Naboo, looking upwards and slowly floating up toward the light. She felt weightless, buoyant, drawn to the light. She heard a rapid beeping sound, and opened her eyes a crack. The blinding white of the walls coupled with the sunlight filtering through the opaque window coverings were just too much. She shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

Where am I?

"Miss Padmé, the monitors were correct! You are awake! This is most unusual…" The droid chattered at her.

"W-where am I?" Padmé began, hesitantly. She was thoroughly confused.

"You are on Coruscant in a private medical convalescent ward—one of the best facilities, I must say," the droid added with what sounded like pride.

"Medical ward? What am I doing here? What's happened to me? Where are my babies? My husband? Padmé frowned as memories flooded her mind.

"Babies?" If a droid could look truly confused "…Husband?" The droid cocked its head in a questioning manner.

"How did I get here?"

"You were brought here by a family member, Miss Padmé."

"Who?"

"Records show a Senator Bail Organa…"

"Bail…? Bail? When?"

"Why, Miss Padmé, I do understand your confusion. You have been at our facility close to twenty standard years and we are most pleased that-"

"NO! It can't be!" She began to rise, but immediately felt dizzy.

"Miss Padmé, you will need to take care. Although the droid units have been preventing your muscles from atrophy through regular physical therapy movements, you will need to regain your equilibrium."

Padmé took a calming breath. Think, Padmé. You need answers and this droid will not have much to offer you.

"Do you have a Holo-library or a place where I can look at what's been happening in the universe? I think there is a lot I need to catch up on."

"Why, certainly, Miss Padmé. Right this way."

Padmé rose on shaky legs and moved to put on the white slippers and robe that the droid provided her. She belted the robe over her tunic and leggings. As she followed the droid through the doorway, she happened to glance at the mirror. Superficially, she had not really changed all that much in 20 years, except she noticed a few grey hairs in the heavy braid that a droid unit had taken meticulous care to braid.

As they passed through the corridors of the facility, Padmé noticed some more of the unfortunate patients, obviously victims of war.

"What kind of a world have I woken up in?" she whispered to herself. "More importantly, where is Anakin?"

They stopped in front of a doorway as the portal slid open with a slight sound.