In this fanfic, Anakin chooses to kill Palpatine instead of Mace Windu that night in the office. This is what would have happened afterwards.

I never understood the point of disclaimers. This is a fanfiction site, it's meant for people to making fictional stories about that movies/books that they are fans of. Oh well. I don't own Star Wars.

CHAPTER ONE

Anakin was confused. Force, he was so confused.

He stood in the Supreme Chancellor's office. There were three dead Jedi Masters on the floor, the large window was shattered, and the wind was blowing through his hair and flapping through his robes.

In front of him, his old mentor and friend was lying on the floor. He was weakened from his duel with Mace Windu. He was pleading to Anakin; only Anakin could save him now.

The only thing on Anakin's mind right now was his wife: Padmé.

Padmé needed him. She needed him to protect her.

Palpatine could tell Anakin how to protect her. Anakin needed him.

But Mace Windu, a Jedi Master who has always mistrusted Anakin, was about to kill him.

Anakin knew his allegiance lied with the Republic. But what should he do?

Palpatine is a Sith… But he can save Padmé…

Palpatine uses the Dark Side…

Palpatine is evil…

Palpatine must be stopped…

…But he can save Padmé.

Anakin was plagued with indecision. Could he possibly have the strength to save his beloved without the interference of the Dark Side?

He shut his eyes real tight. He could still hear the lightning. Palpatine was dying…

He took a deep breath in, allowing the Force to flow through him.

With his eyes still shut, he ignited his lightsaber. The usual snap-hiss noise was drowned out by the sound of the Force lightning deflecting off Windu's lightsaber and onto Palpatine's wrinkling form.

Trusting the Force, Anakin swung his lightsaber.

The lightning noise was gone. Opening his eyes slowly, Anakin saw the chancellor lying on the floor, dead. He had just killed Palpatine.

Windu was panting.

"What have I done?" Anakin wailed, feeling a little weak as he gazed down at the dead form of Chancellor Palpatine.

He felt an arm on his shoulder. Anakin looked up and saw Mace Windu with an expression on his face that resembled a smile.

"You have saved the Republic."

Mace Windu sat in a small meditating room alone with Master Yoda. He had just finished telling his tale about the events in Palpatine's office that occurred mere hours ago.

Yoda was still on Kashyyyk. Windu was conversing with the old Jedi Grand Master via a holographic transmission. Yoda was sitting in front of Windu, listening intently to his tale.

Yoda seemed to have a weary expression on his face, "Realized, our worst fears had been. Controlled by our own enemy, the Republic was."

Windu nodded, "We should have listened to Master Kenobi. Three years ago, when he told us what Dooku said about Sidious having control of the Senate."

Yoda sighed, "Came to assist you, young Skywalker did. Why?"

Windu frowned and contemplated for a moment. "I told him to wait for me in the Council chamber… Maybe… Maybe he sensed my trouble through the Force."

Yoda nodded, "Possible."

"You don't seem too sure." Windu commented.

Yoda nodded. "Meditate on this, I will. More to do with Skywalker, I sense there is."

After killing Palpatine, Anakin couldn't think of anywhere else to go to but to his wife.

Anakin sat with his head in his hands. Padmé laid a hand on his shoulder, "You should be proud, not upset. You did a great deed. You ended the war and destroyed the Sith!"

"I also destroyed you." Anakin muttered.

Padmé frowned, "What?"

Anakin sat up and took a deep breath, "Padmé, Palpatine had the power to save you."

"Save me? Anakin, we already talked about this. I'm fine!"

Anakin shook his head, "If only…"

Padmé shook her head, angry that her husband wouldn't believe her, "Anakin, listen to me. If you would have received any teachings from Palpatine, it would have meant that you were accepting the ways of the Dark Side. There's a reason you never learned any such power from the Temple… It's not the Jedi way! What makes you so sure that such a power even exists?"

Anakin sighed, "I don't know…"

"You did the right thing, Anakin. Don't you ever forget that."

Anakin smiled at his wife, grateful that he had a love like hers. He wrapped an arm around her and bent his head down to share a long kiss with Padmé. She ran her fingers up to his hair, tugging on the long blonde locks.

Just then, Anakin's comlink beeped.

Padmé pulled away reluctantly, "You should get that."

Anakin sighed, "Fine…"

He took out his comlink and answered it. The image of Mace Windu—whom Anakin was with merely hours ago—appeared in a holographic form, "Anakin, please come to the Temple as soon as possible. We are holding an emergency council meeting."

Anakin nodded, "Yes, Master Windu."

With that, the transmission ended.

Anakin and Padmé stood up. With a final goodbye kiss, Anakin leapt back into his speeder.

Padmé waved her husband goodbye, and then reentered her home.

Threepio emerged from a nearby room, "Miss Padmé, had Master Anakin left already?"

Padmé nodded sadly.

"Oh," Threepio said, flustered, "I had hoped I could see Artoo before they left. Oh well, I will wait another time."

Just as Threepio was about to shuffle away, he heard a gasp come from behind. He quickly turned around and saw his mistress clutching at her large belly in pain.

Padmé was certain that her water just broke.