Chapter 1

AN: This is just a story that popped into my head, and I had to get it down before I forgot. I might not update this story anytime soon, but I will finish it eventually. Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, Lucas Films does.

Summary: Anakin chooses to help Windu instead of Palpatine in their fight on Coruscant but Palpatine still wins and seals Anakin in a carbonite prison for the next twenty years.

Anakin stood staring out the window of the Jedi council room, wondering if he did the right thing in telling Master Windu the truth of the chancellor. Master Windu had left to go confront Palpatine and ordered him to stay in the temple and inform any other knights and masters that came into the temple. Right now he was hesitating to either follow Master Windu's orders, or to go give his aid in their fight. The only reason he would even consider disobeying master Windu's orders was because he could feel that something was terribly wrong in the force. Suddenly, a strong negative wave came to him through the force coming from the direction of the senate. Now he made his decision to go to the senate, but he left a recorded message on his comlink and left to go place it where anyone would find.

As he sensed yet another negative wave, he picked up his pace to head towards his personal star fighter, as it would take him to the senate the fastest. As he entered the hangar he was greeted by a series of beeps coming from his favorite astromech droid. "Sorry R2, but I need you to stay here," he told him. Then he stopped as an idea came to him, "actually, I need you to take this and give it to the first Jedi you see, got it little buddy?" he asked holding up the comlink to the droid.

He then jumped into his fighter and promptly took off in the direction of the senate. The closer he approached however, the stronger the negative waves became. It wasn't until the senate came in sight and he could see the Chancellor's office did he realize that those weren't negative waves in the force, they were palpable feelings of the Sith Lord's power as he kept shooting blasts of lightening at Master Windu, who was struggling to keep the offending energy at bay with his lightsaber.

With a new found vigor, Anakin raced his fighter to the senate hangar bay, and jumped out before the fighter could properly land and raced off to the office. In a few minutes, he had managed to climb over one hundred stories and was about to enter through door when he heard the pained cries of mercy coming from the Sith. Upon entering the room, he came over the sight of Windu cornering Palpatine against the window, and once again holding back a burst of lightening.

The Sith Lord was the first of the two to notice Anakin and begged of him in a raspy voice, "Anakin, please, help me! Remember what I promised you; know that I can give you the power to prevent what you have seen! You just have to kill him!" he shouted venomously while gesturing to Master Windu with his head.

"Don't listen to him Anakin! Help me end this, end the Sith, once and for all! Help me let the galaxy find peace! Follow your teachings Anakin. Do what the order has taught you for most of your life." Master Windu said, trying to persuade him. But Anakin was confused, would he risk peace for the chance to try and stop what might have just been a dream. During the second of his hesitance, Windu was distracted for a mere instant to glance over at the Knight, but an instant was all that was needed for Palpatine to use the force to bring his crimson lightsaber back to him.

As soon as he held his weapon, Palpatine lunged at Windu in the hopes of catching him off guard and killing him. While it did catch him off guard, Windu's reflexes were fast enough to raise his own purple lightsaber and deflect it to the side. The red blade still managed to leave a deep wound on the Master's arm however. Windu was unable to suppress his outcry of pain at receiving the wound and it was this cry that made Anakin choose his loyalties.

"I am Jedi Sidious, and nothing you say will ever change that." Anakin said calling the Chancellor by his sith name, as he too drew his blue lightsaber. Sidious' face contorted with rage at the declaration.

"Then you are a fool boy," he spat at him,"you will pay for that mistake, I will ensure with everything I have that your vision comes true. Right after I finish dealing with the two of you!" He then lunged forward, thrusting his lightsaber at Anakin's chest. Anakin ducked beneath the thrust and stabbed his blade upwards in an attempt to pierce the Sith Lord as he passed over him. Sidious merely twisted his body away from the blade and kept on going past him, straight for Master Windu.

This time the Master was prepared for the attack and swung his blade to redirect the direction of the sith's, so that he would pass by directly to Windu's right. He then brought his blade back and was about to bring it back down onto his opponent when Lord Sidious, brought one of his hands back and used the force to push the Jedi back into the wall. After Sidious finally landed on his feet, he turned around to block the overhead strike coming from Anakin. The Sidious kicked him in his the center of his chest and sent him back, giving him some breathing room.

Anakin landed near where Windu was thrown and was helped back to his feet by said Jedi. The two Jedis settled into fighting stances and were once again about to attack their enemy when Sidious spoke up, "You fools, did you really believe I would not have prepared for this outcome? I spent decades planning for this day and I will not let my victory be postponed any longer." With that said, he pushed a button that he had concealed on his fore arm which opened a hidden passageway on one of the walls. Through the door came a cloaked figure. "You should know your history boys; there are always two Sith at one time. There is the master," he said gesturing to himself, "and there is the apprentice." He said pointing to the new arrival.

With that said, Sidious once again attacked Windu, and as Anakin went to the Master's aid, the Sith apprentice intercepted him and began to relentlessly attack him, forcing him onto the defensive. Windu and Sidious were roughly equals in terms of skill, but Sidious was gaining the upper hand due to the injury he had delivered upon the Master earlier. Soon enough, the Sith Lord had managed to push back the Jedi Master to the wall and had disarmed him. To insure his victory, he slashed his lightsaber, cutting off the master's hands. He put his blade up against his throat and turned around to face the apprentices' fight.

Anakin himself wasn't fairing to well. The Sith had a considerable amount of skill at using the lightsaber, if it wasn't for his reflexes that were honed to a razor edge during the Clone Wars, he would have died very quickly. Despite being so proficient with his blade, the Sith seemed to have no skill in the force, or he just did not use it. Thinking along these lines, Anakin decided to bring the use of the force into their duel. He thrust his hand forward, willing the force to push the Sith back. The results were better than he had expected, instead of pushing him back, the Sith went flying back, seizing the advantage, Anakin rushed forward and was about to slay the Sith when a voice called out, "Stop now young Skywalker, unless you would prefer me to kill Master Windu here." Anakin stopped his strike midway and spun around to see what he was talking about.

Anakin was greeted to the sight of Master Windu on his knees, without his hands, and with a blade pressed against his throat. "Discard the blade boy," Sidious commanded him. With reluctance, Anakin did as he was told and threw the blade away from himself. A moment after he had done so, Sidious spun around, cleaving Windu's head off of his shoulders. Before Anakin could even yell out in protest and anger, he felt his arm, once again, get cut off from the shoulder and was hit in the back of his head, rendering him unconscious.

Getting down on one knee, the hooded figure asked, "What is your will, my master?"

Sidious just stared at the figure before speaking, "Take him to chamber PCP3 and deal with this," he said gesturing to the corpse of the former Master.

"As you wish," he responded before getting to work.

Sidious then walked up to his desk and put on his Sith cloak before turning on his holocom. A clone commander appeared and saluted to him before asking, "Are there any new orders Chancellor?"

"Yes. Proceed with Order 66 as planned, and inform the other commanders of this as well."

The clone stood still for a moment, registering what was just said. "As you command Emperor," he said before signing off and going to inform his comrades.

On Utapau, General Kenobi had just finished off General Grievous on one of the lower level landing platforms. He was wondering how he would get back to the clones on the upper floors when he got a call on his mini-holocom coming from Commander Cody. "Greetings Commander, how goes the suppression of the Separatists up there?" He asked the commander.

"It goes well sir, we have driven them into a corner and are now eliminating the last of them as we speak. We made sure that none of them had any way out of this system as well sir. Just tell me your location and I'll send a squad to your location," he said. Obi-wan instantly got a disturbing sense through the force after the clone made his request. Suppressing a shudder of dread, he responded, "I'm on one of the lower level's landing platforms, you should easily be able to see me when you come down here."

"Understood sir, sending a squad to come to your location now," he said before he canceled the connection. Deciding to sit down and wait, Obi-wan sat down on the edge of the landing platform and watched the marine life below in the water. A minute passed by before he could finally sense the clone squadron approaching. He then stood up and turned to face the oncoming clones, but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread he felt moments ago. Finally the clones came into view, but what surprised him was the fact that instead of a carrier used to transfer the troops around, it was a squad of star fighters in a V formation.

The moment when the lead fighter began to shoot at him, Obi-wan immediately understood the reason for the dread he had been feeling for a while now. Reacting before anymore shots could be fired from the other fighters; he ran back to where he was sitting and jumped off and into the waters below. A blast of one of the fighters got him in his lower left leg before he had breached the safety of the water however. Feeling the excruciating pain, he looked down at the source and saw that his leg was bleeding heavily out the front of his shin. Luckily the entry wound had been burned shut due to the blaster's heat before he had entered the water. Grabbing the air respirator from his belt that he always had on him sense his first time on Naboo, he put it in his mouth to breath and looked for somewhere he could swim to safety.

He saw a dimly lit cave over by the cliff's wall and seeing no other haven; he made his way towards it. When he reached the cave, he noticed an air pocket above him; he swam up to breathe in the fresh air. He saw a ledge over by the edge of the small moon pool, and crawled up onto it and ripped some of his robe off to bandage his wound. Now that his life was no longer in any serious danger, he decided to message the only being on this planet he knew wouldn't try to kill him, "R4, do you hear me?" he asked into his comlink, a series of beeps and whoops confirmed in response. "Good, I need you to leave the surface and evade any clone ships for the time being, then wait five hours before coming to my location," he ordered the droid while sending his coordinates to it.

Now he just needed answers as to why his own men would attack him. They only took orders from the senate and the Jedi's, and sense no Jedi was in the system, that only left the senate. Resolving to get his answers, he began to make plans to visit the Council to try and get some answers there. If he couldn't, then he would pay a visit to the senator he was on the best of terms with, Padmé Amidala.

Padmé was not in good mood. She had been trying to contact Anakin for hours because he hadn't been home, or contacted her as he usually did. She tried calling him on his comlink, but he never answered, and to make matters worse she had felt a horrible sense of unease since around midday yesterday. To make things even worse than that, the twins in her womb were becoming exceedingly restless. She even tried to contact any of the other Jedi's and people that might have had recent contact with him on Coruscant, but the only one who answered was the chancellor and he said he hadn't seen him recently.

Suddenly, a persistent knocking came from her door, though knocking wasn't really the way to describe it, it was more like a loud banging. "Coming!" she yelled at the visitor as she hobbled over to the door. Opening it, she was greeted with the weary sight of a bruised, battered, and injured Obi-wan. Releasing a gasp of shock, she quickly ushered him in to the infirmary in the house. Though it was primarily used for Anakin when he would come home injured from one of the battles he had just returned from.

As he sat down on the exam table, Padmé began to patch him up when he spoke up and breaking the silence that hung between the two, "Have you seen Anakin at all recently, has he made any form of contact with you?" he asked with a worried tone.

Surprised at the sudden question she took a bit to reply, "No, he hasn't, actually I've been a bit worried myself. Has something happened to him?" She asked, her own voice now laced with worry.

Obi-wan adopted a sour look, "I was hoping that he would have at the very least, contacted you since you two seem to be so close. As for Anakin, well you might want to sit down, this isn't going to be a pleasant story." He told her. When she finally sat down after finishing bandaging his wounds, he told her about all that had transpired on Utapau and what met him when he and Master Yoda saw each other at the Jedi Temple, to the message they had found with Anakin's astromech droid. By the time he had finished his tale; Padmé was in tears and was quietly sobbing into her hands as she processed what she was just told.

In between sobs she managed to get a few words out, "I… can't believe… that the chancellor… would do something like this." She said. "Are you saying that Anakin is…" she said, unable to finish the question.

"No! No, no, no. He is very much alive; I can feel that much through the force. But I can barely feel his life force so I cannot tell you where he is." He rushed to tell her.

"Then we have to find him!" she exclaimed.

"I've been trying to get a location through the force, but I cannot tell anything except that he is barely alive." He told her.

"We have to keep trying damn it!" She said suddenly getting up. As she rushed to the door, she collapsed to the floor in a cry of pain. "No, why now?" she questioned to herself as she placed a hand on her stomach.

"Padmé!? What's wrong, what happened to you?" Obi-wan questioned her as he bent down to become the same height as the fallen woman.

"My water just broke. I'm going into labor. Quick, take me to the medical carrier; I need to get to a hospital." She said in a strained tone. He effortlessly picked her up in his arms and carried her out the front door. He reached the medical carrier that was in her private hangar and informed the medical droid that was stationed aboard the cruiser. He then gave the pilots a set of coordinates that was only known to a few Jedis. He then made his way back to the senator to see how she was doing.

"Padmé, I need you to tell me the who the father is so I can tell him where to meet us." He told her. She looked at him in distraught before shaking her head.

"Tell Anakin, he knows who the father is."

"Don't you remember Padmé, we can't contact Anakin, so I need you to tell me the father's name." he told her once again.

This just made her shake her head even more violently, "No, I can't tell you. You just have to hurry and try to tell Anakin." She then screamed in pain as a contraction rocked through her.

"Now is not the time for that, Padmé. I'm not taking you to the hospital, so I need you to tell me his name so I can tell him where to meet us."

She looked at him in confusion, "Why aren't we going to the hospital? If we're not going to the hospital then where are we going?" she asked.

"I believe your life might be in danger now that Palpa- I mean Sidious no longer has a need of the Senate. So I'm taking you to a medical outpost that only a few Jedi know the location of. Now what is THE NAME." he emphasized.

She then began to cry before muttering something under her breath that sounded like some sort of apology to Obi-wan. "It's Anakin," she whispered, "Anakin's the father." To say Obi-wan was shocked would be an understatement. He knew the two were close but not like this. Anakin had upheld all of the Jedi's principles so he never thought that he would go against this one. Jedi just weren't allowed to have children, it caused too much emotional attachment that usually leads the Jedi into the Dark Side.

"Anakin is… he's…" he stuttered out. "But how? When? Why didn't he tell me?" He asked her.

"It was after the Clone Wars. We had always loved each other, but because of all those times we almost lost each other, we decided to get married and they," she said patting her stomach while sobbing at the fact she was telling all of this, "came along soon after. As for why we didn't tell you, we knew it went against the Jedi principles and we weren't sure how you would react. We just wanted to live together, happily, and away from anyone who would ruin our family." She explained with tears running down her face in rivers. Obi-wan didn't know what to think of that. He himself didn't know how he would have reacted to the news since the Jedi way was ingrained into him for most of his life.

Normally he would have informed the order immediately but thinking on everything that was going on now he decided that he could make an exception, especially if it was for the one he considered to be his son. "Don't worry Padmé; I won't let anything to happen to you or your child." He reassured her.

A smile graces her face at the news, and then she felt another contraction. When the pain had subsided she turned to look at him, "Children." She corrected. "They're twins, a boy and a girl."

"We've arrived sir," the pilot informed him over the ship's speakers. Relief flooded the older man and he helped Padmé onto the carrier as the ship's doors opened. Doctors rushed the two of them into the facility used to treat wounded Jedi and made their way into one of the empty rooms which was filled with medical equipment to help the birthing process. Female doctors came into the room and one of them ushered Obi-wan outside to let them do their job unimpeded.

Hours passed by and Obi-wan was pacing back and forth outside the door when he suddenly heard two sounds of wailing children. Moments later, one of the medic droid that was inside came out of the door giving him the briefest glance of a deathly pale Padmé and the two newborn babes being cleaned by the doctors before the door closed back. The droid walked up to the anxious man, "The delivery was a success, but the patient seems to be dying." The droid informed.

"Dying!? Why!?" He questioned.

"We do not know the reason why, but I believe it might have something due to the name she keeps saying, 'Anakin'. All we can guess at the moment is that she has given up the will to live any longer."

"Can I go in and speak with her," he asked the droid quietly.

"Her physical condition does not prohibit any visitors; you may enter when you wish." As he moved past the droid and opened the door into the room, he beheld the sight of a pale Padmé breathing shallowly and holding her two newborn babes.

He walked up to her and moved the blankets around the twins' faces to get a better look at them. "What are their names," he asked the dying woman.

She looked at the baby in her left arm and smiled, "this one is Luke, and the other is Leia," she finished, looking at the other one.

"They'll need their mother you know." He told her.

She looked saddened at his words, "I can't," she whispered, "not without Anakin. I just can't do it alone." She then looked at him with a frantic and desperate expression. "Promise me you'll take care of them, please," she begged of him. Not knowing what else to do, he nodded his head in agreement. "Thank you," she breathed out. Then she once again turned her gaze upon her children. "I love you both, so much. Please know that, know that your mother loves you both." Without turning her head she asked, "You'll tell them that right?"

"Of course I will. I'll make sure they know." Obi-wan once again promised, but now he was fighting back tears at the emotional scene.

"Good," she barely said. Then she closed her eyes and let out one final breath. She then died with a smile on her face, and holding her children. The babes, sensing something was wrong, once again began to wail out their distraught and discomfort. Obi-wan took the children and tried to ease their crying. On the surface, it seemed as if he was a calm and collected individual, but inside he was a raging maelstrom of emotions. He was mourning the loss of one of his long time friends and he was also wondering how he could care for two children, he knew nothing about raising children. An idea suddenly popped into his mind, he himself didn't know how to raise the two, but he new friends who did.

If his friends raised the two, then he could travel between them to constantly watch over them as promised, but it would also hide them from the Chancellor's spies and ever searching eyes. If he remembered correctly, one of them was on Tatooine and the other was on Alderaan. With a newfound sense of purpose, he turned on his heel and made his way once more to the medical cruiser, sparing one last glance at the room where Padmé lay before entering the cruiser and taking off to go meet his friends.

Far away, in the depths of uncharted space, two Sith Lords were watching a newly chained Jedi Knight being lowered into the PCP3, or the Prototype Carbonite Prison Mark Three. Suddenly, the imprisoned Jedi opened his eyes and turned his unbound head to stare at a certain spot on the wall. "No. No, no, no, NO, NO, NOOOOO!" he shouted while continuously staring at the same spot while tears poured out of his eyes. Both of the Sith were taken aback by the sudden movement and wailing of their prisoner.

"Master, what is he doing?" the smaller one asked the other nervously.

"Nothing," he responded sharply, "it's just a man's ramblings as he falls into despair." Despite saying this himself, he too was wondering what could have caused him to suddenly awaken like that. When he noticed that some of the loose objects in the room the two were in begin to float into the air, and how some of the things that were bolted or welded into the ground begin to shake, he ordered the other, "Begin the procedure Miran." The now identified Miran quickly made his way to the consol to begin the carbonite imprisonment. Slowly, the Knight was lowered into the hole beneath him, still thrashing against his bonds and trying to break free. "Hurry it up Miran, I want this over and done with as soon as possible." The mastered ordered.

Soon enough the Jedi was lowered completely into the pit and steam rose out of the pit. After the steam cleared, Miran raised the chains holding the imprisoned Jedi up. What greeted them was the Jedi frozen in solid rock with his face frozen into an eternal scream of despair. The sight unnerved even the two Sith who had trained themselves in suppressing such feelings. "The procedure was a success Master." Miran informed his master.

"Good, I want him kept under tight security and on a battleship under your command, No matter what, he mustn't be released." The master once again ordered Miran.

"As you wish Emperor Sidious." He then ordered two of the emperor's personal guards to take him to his ship, to where he wouldn't see the light of day, and he wouldn't see it. Not until almost twenty years later.

AN: Alright, finally finished it. I probably will update this story whimsically so don't expect an update some time soon. If you like it, then follow/favorite. Please leave a review on how you would like this story to go to give me some form of inspiration to continue writing or to tell me your thoughts on how it was. Till next time, -LF