Author's Note: As Barry Manilow sings: "And I'm ready to take a chance again…"

This story is based on the movie "Mr. & Mrs. Smith". It's just a thing I had to do. It's completely plotless and nonsensical, but it's fun to give it a shot.

I don't support murder or death. This is just for fun.

Disclaimer: If I owned Star Wars I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Trust me…



"How long have you two been married?"

"Three years."

"Four," Padmé corrected politely.

"That's what I said, four," Anakin countered.

"Are you happy with your marriage?"

"Define happy," Anakin asked.

"You need the definition of happiness?" the therapist asked in disbelief.

"She is a great cook," Anakin complimented emphatically.

"Oh, well…" Padmé sighed.

"How's your love life?"

"Excuse me?" Padmé asked, feeling rather awkward.

"This week. How many times have you had sex?" he specified.

"Including the weekend?" Anakin asked.

"Yes, of course," the therapist replied.

"Now, does that include Friday? Because sometimes Friday is considered the beginning of the weekend, and—"

"If you want to."

"Oh. Then once."

"On Friday," Padmé added. "But it was sort of… well, I was running late for work and Anakin insisted without even considering my feelings on the subject."

"Hey, I'm a guy, we're married, what's wrong with wanting a little intimacy?" Anakin asked defensively.

"You know how I feel about being late for work. And when it's the other way around you always storm out of the door saying, 'we can't, I'm late', and when you come home you expect me to be all over you when in fact I'm pretty tired. I have a job, too, Anakin, and it's as important as yours," she exposed her case.

"Yeah, like I need to be told again…" Anakin muttered.

"Tell me how you met."

"We were in Tacinia—"

"Tanicia," Padmé corrected.

"Right, that's what I said. It's a tropical beach in Alderaan."

-Tanicia. 3 to 4 years ago-

Anakin was having a cold drink in the bar, the hot sun hitting his back. He pressed the cold glass to his forehead hoping to cool off with lousy results. Looking around, he caught side of all the tourists lying under the sun on the beach. All of them were families and newlyweds. Anakin wondered how they could stand the heat. It had to be the hottest summer in the history of Alderaan. Even in his swimming trunks and under the shade he could've sworn he was melting.

A metallic noise caught his attention. A military company was entering the private beach holding blasters. Anakin groaned inwardly. Once a week they surveyed the vacation complexes searching for suspicious individuals that may not be here for some time in the ocean. They specially suspected solo travelers. Anakin had already been held back for more than a week the previous summer, all because he was traveling alone. He certainly didn't want to be held back again, and with this heat a week in a funky smelling cell was out of the question.

Sure enough, one of the soldiers approached him.

"Are you here alone?" he asked right out front.

"Good day to you, too," Anakin replied, knowing what he was risking with his sarcasm, but he couldn't help it.

"Are you here alone?" the soldier repeated, his voice much harsh this time. Anakin was already thinking about the hot cell with no water.


"He's with me," a soft voice cut in. Anakin and the soldier turned to look at a beautiful young woman just a few steps away from them and approaching. Anakin didn't fail to notice her curvy figure and her two piece swimsuit. A wide scarf was wrapped around her waist but didn't keep Anakin from appreciating her shapely legs.

"There you are, honey," Anakin greeted, putting his arm around her. The soldier was still a little skeptical. "I've been looking all over for you," he continued. The mysterious woman turned to the soldier.

"I go inside to change into a dry swimsuit and he panics. He just can't live without me!" she joked, laughing heartily.

"You two are together?" the soldier asked.

"Yes, we're on our honeymoon," Anakin explained.

"May I see some ID?" Anakin and the woman stretched out their arms so the soldier could scan their identification bracelets. "Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Naberrie. You don't have the same last name," he observed.

"We just got married a week ago, she hasn't had the time to change it," Anakin explained. "You know women… always wanting to hold on to their individuality, even after they're married," he said, chuckling lightly. The soldier eyed them both searching for any odd behavior but all he found was smiles and innocent looks.

"Oh, it was a beautiful wedding. I cried throughout the entire ceremony, I completely ruined my makeup!" Padmé commented.

"No, you looked gorgeous, honey."

"Very well then," the soldier resumed. "Have a good time."

"Oh, we will…" Padmé assured. The soldier nodded and left. After making sure he was gone, Anakin took his arm from around her shoulder and leaned on the bar. Padmé did the same and had a sip of Anakin's drink.

"Thanks for that," he said.

"No sweat. I was here five months ago and they kept me for three days in a cell. Can't a girl be on vacation by herself?" she complained. Anakin laughed.

"Anakin Skywalker," he introduced himself. Padmé shook his hand.

"Padmé Naberrie."


That's it for now, kids. Review. Please. I'm begging you.