A/N- Just a short little something written by me before Episode III. It was inspired by the Metallica song "Enter Sandman." Please Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars…that belongs to Lucas…I don't own the title "Enter Sandman"…that belongs to Metallica and their record company.


Enter Sandman

Padme stood over her infant son, weeping silently. She would be handing him over to the Jedi master, Obi-wan Kenobi, tomorrow to hide the babe from his father. His father, the former Anakin Skywalker, wanted him dead. Padme's son, Luke— this infant boy— would be the downfall of the evil that was uprising. It had been foreseen.

Padme leaned forward and tucked the yellow blankets in around Luke. The weeping, the rivers of her eyes, would not still. Yet, she refused to sob. She refused to disturb her son's peaceful sleep. Be Safe, she thought.

Anakin is now Darth Vader, Padme thought, and he will stop at nothing to either turn Luke to the Dark Side of the Force…or kill him.

Obi-wan entered the room.

"What is it that you want, Master Jedi?" she snapped at him.

"You are tired, Padme, and this is hard for you. You will have some more time to say goodbye to him in the morning. Rest now," he replied.

She nodded, bent, and kissed her son's forehead, and left without another word to the Jedi.

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Nightmares are in my thoughts tonight, she thought as she climbed into bed. I wonder what he will dream of, if he should ever discover the truth?

Be safe…

Don't fall to the Dark Side…

He'll kill Luke…his own son…even as little as he is now…

Padme sat straight up in her bed. What if he found him? Before Luke was old enough to defend himself?

Oh God…