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…Acknowledgments: Co-written with Seylin. Inspired by George Lucas' film, Star Wars Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith…

…Warnings: Slash (Obi-WanxAnakin, implied Qui-GonxObi-Wan)…

…Rating: R/NC-17 (Please view Seylin's page for a link to the full version.)…

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…Summary: Anakin's black and white world of the Jedi way has been stripped away by Palpatine's corruption. After the battle on Mustafar, Obi-Wan and Yoda are determined to get it back for him. But, with Padmé gone, will Anakin be willing to hear them out at all? The Jedi will need help, if they plan to save their Chosen One, and Senator Amidala has left them with exactly the help they need…

Monochrome Shatter
Chapter 1: I Am The Fallen

The fight had been against him from the beginning, and Anakin Skywalker knew it. Arguably, he was the most powerful Jedi alive. But, in all honesty, he'd known, on some level, that he'd never be able defeat his master. He'd never admit that, though. Like Hell it was over...higher ground or not, he just stood there on the piece of scrap metal, sweating, breathing heavily, and glaring furiously at the man who had all but raised him.

"You underestimate my power," he informed Obi-Wan Kenobi, before performing a rather tricky front flip. Tricky because it was impossible to precisely aim where you were going to land.

Now, the original plan had been to catch Obi-Wan off guard, and attack him from above, while he was distracted. He just didn't plan on Obi-Wan not getting distracted. He didn't plan on that at all. And, all in all, that was the reason he lost. Obi-Wan might have underestimated him, but he in turn had underestimated Obi-Wan.

It took only one fell swoop of the Jedi Master's light saber to send him crashing back down to the ashen ground, now without both his legs and his remaining arm, and crying out in hurt groans of agony. He hadn't forgotten how much it hurt to lose a limb to a light saber, from his first duel with Count Dooku. He'd just never known how much more it hurt to lose three.

Obi-Wan stared down at Anakin's slipping form sadly, his own breath coming out in heavy pants.

"I loved you, Anakin!" He cried taking a step forward.

His gloved hand grappled desperately with the soft ground, trying to inch back up, or at the very least not fall down further. He didn't say anything, he couldn't. The best he could do verbally, at the moment, was those pained groans that kept insisting on tearing themselves from his throat. He could feel the heat of the lava creeping up toward him, and he didn't plan to let it claim him. But, he also wasn't paying much attention to it, either. His very soul was currently waging a war with the dark side, over the control of his consciousness. This might be his only chance to apologize...to atone...to do anything! To save Padmé! To save himself! But...he had to make his throat work, make his voice say what he wanted it to, before he could do any of that.

His master continued to stare at him, his own emotional war was fighting inside him. Part of him wanting to save Anakin... but the other said to leave him there after what he had done.

Anakin slipped further and let out another groan. The lava was just inches away now. He saw the fumes trying to catch onto what was left of his clothes ready to catch him on fire. With a cry Obi-Wan rushed forward and grabbed Anakin's gloved hand tightly, his other hand taking hold above the glove so it wouldn't slip off which would cause him to really slip then.

Anakin's eyes met his in disbelief. Still stained gold and red by the dark side, they flickered with something else. Not quite remorseful tears, possibly just irritation from the ashes being flicked up into them. Still, his lips, shining with sweat parted just barely. The word came out muffled, barely understandable, behind teeth clenched from fury and pain, and around frothy saliva. Despite all this, despite how unclear, they both knew what he said.

"Master." Obi-Wan smiled slightly and began pulling him up.

"I will not let you fall."

Bringing him far enough away from the fires he turned him over and then scooped him up in his arms. Without another word he started back for Padmé's ship.

Anakin didn't say anything else to him, his eyes screwed shut, until they got back there. The Force was telling him something very important, and his eyes snapped open again. No less golden, no less tainted, but now they definitely held something beyond malice.

"Padmé." This time it came out much more clearly. "W...where's...Padmé, Master?" He remembered what he'd done to her...but he could feel her alive, somewhere on this ship.

"Resting. I will take care of both of you, get some rest while we return to Coruscant," his master told him.

C-3PO came up and started fussing over him while Obi-Wan went to the controls to get them out of this horrible place.

"Master Anakin, just look at you!" The droid tutted the half conscious young man. Well, half conscious, but still awake enough to spit out one grumpy order.

"Threepio, shut up." The droid would have looked a bit hurt, if he'd had facial expressions. But, as it was, he just made a noise suspiciously similar to a 'hmph', and wondered off, to assembly go find Padmé and check on her.

Back on Coruscant

Obi-Wan landed as carefully as he could. As soon as he opened the door he was met with a group of people.

"Someone help me. Take Miss Padmé to the medical rooms," he ordered and then went back in and carefully picked up Anakin and brought him out. There were gasps of horror and surprise at his condition but everyone became quiet at the look Obi-Wan gave them.
Padmé was going to be ashamed of him, Anakin was sure. Maybe even frightened. First, he'd murdered, then he'd let himself be manipulated, he'd murdered more, he'd make her cry, rebelled against his master, and superior, and then let this happen to him. Yep...seemed pretty worthy of being ashamed of, to him. He was surprised if anyone would ever speak to him again...and the Chancellor...what was he going to do about the Chancellor?

Obi-Wan turned him over slowly to the medical droids and then went to check on Padmé.

"Physically she is fine but for some reason we seem to be losing her," the medical droid explained as he walked up.

"She's dying? What of the child?" He questioned sadly.

The droid nodded to confirm this. "We have two options. We can let the children die along with her or we can take them now."

"Children?"

"Yes, Sir. There are two." Obi-Wan lowered his eyes and then asked for permission to enter the room to be with her. It was given and he entered the room coming up beside the bed taking one of her hands in his.

"Obi-Wan... Anakin... is he okay?" Padmé questioned softly. He brushed some of her hair back and smiled softly.

"He will be," he answered.

"You must help him. There is still good in him I know it," she whispered and he nodded agreeing with her.

"Padmé... you are dying. They want to know about the children," he told her.

"They are innocents and should live." He nodded and looked up telling the droid her decision. "You will take care of them Obi-Wan. Anakin will need help."

"I promise you, Padmé. I will help him in any way possible," he promised.

The babies were born, a boy and a girl (named Luke and Leia, by their mother.) The medical droids took them off, to get them cleaned up. But...a true Jedi Master never rests, and in this case it was literal. Outside the medical room, with Senator Organa, stood Yoda, leaning wearily on his cane, and waiting for Obi-Wan to come back out. Of course, he waited until she actually died. The little green Jedi Master was silent for several minutes as they waited for Obi-Wan to return.

"In poor condition, young Skywalker is now," he noted finally. Obi-Wan emerged from the room after covered Padmé's head with the sheet.

"He's going to need much healing," he agreed quietly.

"And not just physically," Yoda noted, with a small nod. "Mental recovery, also he needs."

"How will we go about this Master? And what of the children?" Obi-Wan questioned.

"Unfit to raise them, he is right now," Yoda decided thoughtfully. "And, no replacement limbs, with which to run away, until better he is." That didn't seem unreasonable. All the therapy in the world wouldn't help, if Anakin ran away from them...

"My wife and I shall take the baby girl. We have often talked of adopting a baby girl... but what of the boy?" Senator Organa replied. It was quiet between them. After so much death and destruction very few would be willing to accept the child.

"Master Obi-Wan should care for the child." Came a new voice. Obi-Wan's eyes widened his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Turning, he faced the new Queen of Naboo, she looked back at him patiently.

"But I... I couldn't..." he disagreed. Any other time he would have been more than happy to take the child but... he knew sooner or later they would ask him to train the child and well... look at what had happened to his last padawan.

"It is the best decision," she told him.

"I will not have time... I will have to help with Anakin and..."

"All the more reason. This child may prove to bring some calm back to his troubled mind. If you turn it over to someone else you may never see it again. Then Anakin will have lost three he loves in one day, two without even being able to see them," she explained.

"A good point she makes," Yoda pointed out. "Sorrow is a path to the dark side, Obi-Wan. Make more difficult his recovery it will."

"If this is what is wished of me then I will agree but... Senator Organa, you will allow Anakin to see his daughter before taking her won't you?" He questioned.

"Of course." The Senator nodded. "But...under observation, of course." A Jedi Knight in the grasp of the dark side was not something to be trifled with. Obi-Wan nodded.

"Shall we go get them and go see him so you can get on your way?" He asked.

"That would be lovely, General Kenobi," he confirmed, smiling slightly. He pitied Anakin, for getting caught up, in this mess. The least he could do was allow the boy a chance to see his child, before she was taken from him.

"Master Yoda, will you accompany us?" Obi-Wan looked down at the tired master unsure of the answer.

"Personal, this matter is." Yoda shook his head this time, declining. "Business of my own I have. Later see him, I shall." Obi-Wan bowed to him and then turned to the Senator.

"Let us go then," he said. Senator Organa nodded, and entered the room that Padmé was in, explaining the situation to the droid. It nodded, and disappeared for a moment, returning with a squirming, pink baby, wrapped up in a soft blanket.

"Now, we shall go," the dark haired man confirmed, upon exiting the room again, carrying Leia with him. Another droid brought a blue bundle to Obi-Wan but he shook his head.

"I shall return for the child later. At this point and time one child is all I think Anakin can handle," he told it. The droid nodded and took the baby back to where they had been keeping it. After the droid was gone he joined Senator Organa, who was smiling down at the baby girl. "She already looks like her mother."

"Senator Amidala would have been very proud," Bail Organa agreed. "I'm sure Anakin will be, too." Obi-Wan nodded as they walked down to the room the medical droids had put Anakin in. They came to a stop outside of the window that looked into the room.

Obi-Wan couldn't look long before looking down at his feet. His heart constricted in pain at seeing his padawan this way. Swallowing, he looked at Senator Organa.

"Maybe I should be the one to take the child in... he may not want to even see me but I doubt he would want to see anyone else."

"Very well." He nodded, and handed the little girl over to the Jedi Master.

Inside the room, Anakin laid on the bed, tapping the side impatiently with his prosthetic-and remaining-fingers. He was more than a little annoyed about this. Even more so that it had been a Jedi to take his remaining limbs away from him. Losing body parts to an enemy was one thing. Yes, it was embarrassing, but it could be lived down. Losing them to a comrade put it on a whole other level of humiliation. True, Obi-Wan had been his enemy at the time, but he doubted any other Jedi who happened to still be alive would see it that way. Any warrior in general, actually.

The door slid open and Obi-Wan stepped in, the door sliding closed behind him.

"Anakin," he said quietly. Leia made a small noise in his arms. Those dark poisoned eyes slid over from the ceiling to his master's face, and he blinked expectantly. He didn't say anything, though. As much as he was annoyed with himself, he was feeling that irritation tenfold at Obi-Wan. He was sure he'd get over it, but he wasn't over it yet.

"I have brought your daughter, Leia, for you to see before her new family takes her. Until you are healed you will not see her again," he told him coming closer.

"My..." Anakin started to echo, but then he stopped again. Instead, he put his energy into trying to sit up one handed. It wasn't too hard, of course, but it wasn't simple, either. Once he was up, he shifted his position slightly, so that the pillow was completely unoccupied. She looked small enough to rest there. "Put her down here." He nodded toward the pillow. He wasn't going to risk dropping her, by trying to hold her, right now.

"I cannot, Anakin. Her new father entrusted me with her safety and I will not go against his wishes... although I firmly believe in my heart you would not hurt her," Obi-Wan said sitting on an open space of the bed. He shifted Leia in his arms so that she was facing Anakin and he gently pulled the blanket away from her face.

"What do you mean her 'new father'?" Anakin frowned, even as he reached over to gently stroke his daughter's face. She looked so much like Padmé already...wait a minute..."Where's Padmé?" Obi-Wan lowered his eyes sadly.

"She didn't make it... because of your actions the council sees it fit that you go through a very difficult amount of healing. While that is happening someone needs to take care of your daughter. A very nice man and his wife have agreed to take her in," he explained. Obi-Wan wanted to mention Luke but dared not as he knew this was already a lot for Anakin to take in.
Anakin's eyes tore away from Leia, and met Obi-Wan's in unhidden horror.

"What?" Padmé...couldn't have been gone...he'd felt her on that ship! Besides, all of this...all of this he'd done for her! Everything! She couldn't leave him, after he'd done so much to save her!

"I'm sorry, Anakin, we did everything we could to save her," Obi-Wan answered quietly.

"Liar..." He hissed, turning away. Anger bubbled within him, rising the dark that Leia's presence had somewhat subsided back to it's full peek. He looked very much like he might have shoved Obi-Wan off the bed, had he not been holding his baby, at the time. "You lair! She can't be gone! She can't be!"

Obi-Wan stood covering Leia's face once again. He looked back at Anakin for a moment.

"As I said, I am sorry. You may want to calm down, say goodbye and kiss your daughter before she is taken."

"You can't take her from me," Anakin protested, shaking his head furiously. "You're not my master anymore, Obi-Wan. I don't owe you anything. You can't take her unless I say so." Palpatine would never allow it, if he got too annoyed and decided to run to him over it. Well...not literally run, but if Obi-Wan pushed him too far, the Chancellor would find out.

"Padmé said that there was good left in you before she... do what you know is right, Anakin. You are in no shape to take care of her. After you're healing I will make sure you are allowed to see her again. Listen to your heart, the heart that Padmé fell in love with."

"She's Padmé's baby," he pointed out. "My baby. You already took Padmé from me..." He knew that Obi-Wan was correct, of course. But, the darkness that murder and the ways of the Sith had placed in him wouldn't allow him to admit it without at least somewhat a fight. "You're going to take my child away too?"

"You know I do not do this lightly, Anakin. It is for the best. I promised Padmé I would help you." Obi-Wan replied.

"Liar..." He muttered again, he did want to give his baby a kiss before she left, if Obi-Wan was going to take her anyway. "It's your fault I'm like this anyway."
"I know." Was the reply, it was not the one he was expecting.

"And yet, you still say you don't do this lightly?" He glared at him darkly. "Some Jedi you are. You're a bigger liar than I am..."

"Were you able to take care of her, Anakin, I would protest against this but you are not. I must go; do you want to say goodbye or not?" Obi-Wan questioned.

"Yes," he replied quite simply. "And, I want to be at Padmé's funeral." If he hadn't been able to tell her goodbye when she'd died...hadn't been able to be there for her...didn't he owe her at least that? Obi-Wan stepped closer and uncovered Leia's face once again.

"I will see what I can do." Anakin didn't thank him, but his expression softened before Leia's small face, and the yellow of his irises seemed to give way to a bit of their former green, before a moment. He gave his baby girl as tender a kiss as a Sith lord could, petting her little, bald head again, gently, before pulling back, and flopping sulkily back down to stare at the ceiling once more. Leia then did what Obi-Wan felt like doing. She started to cry.

He turned away and the door slid open and he started to step out.

"Obi-Wan!" Anakin called after him, before he could get completely out of the room. "I did it for her. Everything I did was to save her." The door slid closed before he could answer.
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Obi-Wan turned to Senator Organa.

"Take good care of her, Senator. I told Anakin if he were completely healed he would get to see her again. Under supervision of course."

"Of course," Organa agreed, taking the little girl back. His wife was going to love this baby to death, he knew.

"Good day, Senator," Obi-Wan told him before leaving. He returned to the room where Padmé had died. The droid beeped in greeting knowing why he had returned.

"Only to see him." The droid nodded and disappeared to get the baby. It brought Luke back and gently handed him to Obi-Wan. Luke opened his eyes and Obi-Wan was met with the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen, he had Anakin's eyes.

Unable to hold it back anymore he sank into a chair and let his tears fall.
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Anakin got to lay in that room, and brood in his mourning for several hours, before Yoda bothered to show up. In all honesty, he'd rather have been alone...he'd killed so many of this Master's Padawans...even with the dark side eating at his heart, he still felt a bit guilty over it.

"For you to heal, dismissed grief must be." Yoda said.

"No." He'd thrown his Jedi ties away, when he'd attacked the temple. He felt no fear from telling Yoda that. "You can't ask me to do that yet."

"Ask I can, to do is up to you."

"Master, I've known for all of three hours," he stated dryly, turning his eyes to face the green alien. "And, after everything I did to save her...don't I deserve a little more time than that?"

"Goodbyes must be said. Gone she be before grieving you stop, you will miss this as well?" Master Yoda questioned.

"Isn't that what funerals are for?" He wondered. "To say goodbye and mourn for those you love?" He had no trouble saying that now. None at all. What could Yoda do? Kick him out of the Order?

"Go you do?" If Anakin truly wished to go Yoda had come prepared. He had brought two medical droids and two loyal guards to escort them. There was not a way to actually allow Anakin to go to the funeral but he could watch from a room above where it would be held.

"Of course I want to go!" Had Obi-Wan conveniently neglected to mention that part?

"Spoken with Obi-Wan I have not. Disappeared it seems he has."

"Coward," the former Jedi Knight grumbled under his breath, turning a cool glare to the bed below him. "Bet he's helping those 'nice' people take my baby away..." But, he wasn't bitter at all. Yoda watched him through his wise eyes. He knew where Obi-Wan was, had Anakin wanted he could have probably felt his sorrow.

Turning he brought the medical droids in. They moved Anakin into a floating chair, strapping him in by his waist and strapping his one arm to the handle. This earned little more than a growl, and half hearted tug at the restraints from him. This wasn't a good way to get him to calm down, and he hoped Yoda knew it.

"For your protection this is," Master Yoda told him.

"How do you figure that, Master?"

"The waist belt is so you will not fall, and the arm is so you will not try to undo the waist belt and fall," one droid replied.

"Angry are many for what you did. Guards loyal to the Force protect us they shall from them," Yoda answered.

"I did it to save Padmé," he repeated what he'd told Obi-Wan shortly. It was the only justification he had. Well, that and the Jedi turning against the Republic. But, he wasn't sure who to believe on that level, anymore.

"Saves no one the dark side does."

"Not what I heard." He shrugged. "I heard there was a Sith lord who mastered the manipulation of existence itself. Who could save people from dying." Which was what he'd hoped, and failed, to do for Padmé.

"Task you speak of, requires sacrifice it does. Very painful for both."

"It might have saved her though. If I'd been there...been strong enough...I might have been able to save her..." The self loathing in his tone had nothing to do with the dark side. That was all Anakin Skywalker, feeling horrible about just letting his wife die. Yoda said nothing for once.

"Come ceremony begins soon it does."

"Yes, Master Yoda." Not that he had much control over it, of course. The medical droids pushed the chair he was in forward, while the guards flanked him on either side. Indeed, he did see many angered faces, as they passed through the halls and streets, to get to the room where he could see. They were all feeling highly disappointed and betrayed that their beloved hero had fallen.

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Obi-Wan sat listening to the music play as they moved Padmé's body to her final resting place. Luke had fallen asleep in his arms. The chair he had sat in was one that rocked, his foot moved gently against the floor.

"And so she leaves, your mother, little Luke Skywalker." He closed his eyes lowering his head paying his respects.