Hello everybody! I know it's been a while; this whole quarantine is wearing everyone down.

I'm starting another new story, but fear not; I'm still working on Kingdom Hearts III, Tomb Raider and Modern Family.

This time, we've got Star Wars!

I've loved Star Wars since I was a kid and I grew up watching the Original Trilogy! Then I grew up more as the Prequel Trilogy, Clone Wars series and the Sequel Trilogy came out!

With Rey's story finished, I went back and watched Episodes I-III again, and I see the problems everyone has with them.

I get what George was going for and what he had in mind, but it was poorly executed. I didn't have a problem with Jar-Jar at all; sorry, but I think people are being too sensitive. Not everything is a racist jab!

Hayden Christensen's performance as Anakin was questionable, which sucks because I just watched "Jumper" and he gave a much better performance in that movie! And poor Natalie Portman.

All the deleted scenes from Episode II would've given Padme more layers, and show that Portman was actually a great actress.

I personally blame George; sorry. Despite his genius, he's just not a good director. Seems like almost none of the actors from the Prequel Trilogy were compatible with him. Thank God we had J.J. Abrams for the new ones.

Now, my reason for doing this is because I've read a lot of stories by Lilac Moon where Anakin doesn't turn to the dark side.

I know it was canon that he turns, but the movies kinda downplayed how strong Anakin and Padme's love was. It was what saved him in the end, but it should've been strong enough to stop him from turning at all. But we have the Jedi themselves and the Code to blame for that, plus Palpatine.

So, this is my version of things being different! Hope you guys like it!

I don't own Star Wars, this is purely fan service.

Padmé looked around the shop with curiosity. She was never one for mechanics, but they did fascinate her in some ways.

She turned to the boy who came in a few seconds ago, seeing him stare at her with intrigue.

But he quickly got back to tinkering with the piece of machinery in his hands,
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

Padmé chuckled a bit, "It's okay."

"My name is Anakin," The boy introduced himself. "What's yours?"

"I'm Padmé," she replied, smiling.

"Are you an angel?" he asked out of nowhere. Padmé blushed.

"What?" she asked, laughing a bit.

"An angel?" he repeated. "I hear the space pirates talk about them. They say they're the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They live on the moons of Iego, I think."

Padmé couldn't contain her giggle as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear,
"You're a funny little boy. No one's ever said something so sweet to me before. And they've certainly never called me an angel."

"Well, I think you are," Anakin said, smiling.

"Thank you," she returned his smile. "How do you know so much?"

Anakin grabbed a tool from the counter, "I listen to all the traders and star pilots that come through here. Once I get my own ship, I'm leaving this planet behind."

"You're a pilot?" Padmé asked, a little surprised. Anakin hummed in confirmation. "How long have you been here?"

"Since I was very little...I'm not sure how long exactly. My mom and I were sold to Gardulla the Hutt, but she lost us to Watto from betting on Podraces," he explained.

Padmé's eyes widened a bit, "Wait, slavery exists here?"

Anakin squinted his eyes at her, "Is this your first time visiting Tatooine?"

"Yes, this is such a strange place to me," she said. Jar-Jar tapped the eye scope of a compact droid, making it spring to life. He went after it, tripping over himself, making the Pit Droid laugh.

Padme chuckled at Jar-Jar's predicament before he grabbed it by it's neck. "Hey, hit the nose," Anakin told him.

"Oh," Jar-Jar tapped it's "nose" putting it in compact mode. Padmé sat on the counter next to Anakin and sighed.

"I thought slavery was outlawed," she said.

"Not in places like this. The Hutts control pretty much everything and no one gets by without getting their hands dirty. I wouldn't have lasted this long if I wasn't so good at building things," Anakin told her as Jar-Jar tried juggling a bunch of cans.

Qui-Gon returned from out back, "We're leaving. Jar-Jar..." Said Gungan dropped the cans and crashed into some kind of machinery.

"It was good to meet you Anakin," Padmé smiled at him as she stood up.

"I'm glad I met you too," he smiled back at her before she followed after Qui-Gon. He watched her go like a little boy with a crush.

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Anakin, Padmé, Qui-Gon, Jar-Jar and Artoo pushed through the heavy sandy wind as the boy led them to his home. They went inside, greeted by a protocol droid with dull grey platings.

"Oh Master Ani, thank goodness! I was so worried you'd get caught up in the storm!" The droid fretted.

"Don't worry Threepio," Anakin said. The droid noticed the extra guests.

"Welcome everyone. I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. How might I serve you?" Threepio introduced himself. A woman in her forties entered, wiping her hands with a cloth.

"Hi Mom. I met these people at Watto's shop and offered them shelter from the storm," Anakin told her.

"That was very sweet of you Ani. I'm Shmi Skywalker, nice to you meet all," The woman introduced herself.

"I'm Qui-Gon Jinn."

"Hello, meesa Jar-Jar Binks."

"I'm Padmé Naberrie."

Artoo beeped to introduce himself, but only Threepio understood him.

"R2-D2, a pleasure to meet you. I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations."

Everyone sat down for dinner and Anakin guessed that Qui-Gon was a Jedi. He told the boy about their mission to Coruscant and that their ship was damaged. Anakin offered to help by winning the Podrace in Boonta Eve to get the money for the parts at Watto's shop. Shmi reluctantly agreed.

Racing pods was a very dangerous sport and Anakin was the only human that could do it. Qui-Gon made a bet with Watto. If Anakin won, Watto would get all the prize money except for the amount needed for the parts. If Watto won, Qui-Gon would forfeit their ship. It was risky, but Qui-Gon foresaw the boy winning against incredible odds. In the middle of the race, when it looked like Anakin would lose, Watto challenged him to double or nothing. Qui-Gon decided to accept the challenge. The wager if Anakin lost was Artoo and Threepio, in addition to the original deal. If Anakin won, then he would win his mother's freedom, as well as his own.

Padmé was just as worried as Shmi was when Ani was in trouble during the race, but hoped that he would win. Their mission to Coruscant depended on him.

Amazingly, Anakin won, much to Watto's chagrin. The mother and son were shocked to find out that they'd been freed, but they were elated. Qui-Gon offered to take them with him and for Anakin to be trained as a Jedi. They were more than happy to accept. Even Threepio got to come, despite his fear of space travel.

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Padmé had just watched the message from Governor Sio Bibble, when she heard someone shiver. She turned and saw Anakin sitting in the corner of the bench, rubbing his shoulders.

"Are you all right?" she asked, concerned.

"It's so cold," he said. Padmé grabbed a small red blanket, brought it over to him and tucked him in.

"You come from a warm planet, Ani. A little too warm for my taste," she said. "Space is cold."

"Are you okay?" Anakin asked, looking into her beautiful brown eyes. "You seem sad."

Padmé looked into his sweet blue orbs, "The queen is worried. Her people are suffering, and dying. She must convince the Senate to intervene, or...I don't know what'll happen."

"I'm sure everything will work out," Anakin told her, trying to be positive.

Padmé smiled, "Thanks Ani."

He smiled back, then handed her a pendant, "I made this for you, so you'd remember me. I carved it out of a japor snippet."

"It's beautiful, but I don't need this to remember you," Padmé told him. "Many things will change when we get to the capital, Ani. But I'll never stop caring about you. In my heart is where you'll always be."

Anakin felt like crying, but held it in. Being with her made this journey into the unknown less scary.

Little did the two know, Shmi watched from around the corner. She smiled at Padmé's immense care for her son. She saw it every time they were together; they had a bond that would never be broken.

Please let me know if you like this and want to see more from it. I hope to make this into a full series.

Read and review, please! No flames.