A/N: Here's my little SW ficcie. Please enjoy.
Appropriate mood music to listen to is Celine Dion "A
New Day Has Come". ^_^ REALLY APPROPRIATE!

Disclaimer: I own diddly-squat.

"No More Tears"
By: Angel Grrl

The expectant mother peered out of the porthole and
looked out into space. All that was visible were
stars, those damn stars. How they gleamed so happily
and merrily. How they brought joy and romance to far-
away couples, both looking upwards together. How cruel
they were that they taunt her so with their beauty.
The very things that had stolen her husband away from
her, seemed to taunt her. His own ambitions, his own
dreams...they were the stars. To visit each and
everyone of them, and rule them as well. She sneered
in disgust at them. 
As of lately, everything had disgusted her. From the
ship she was flying on, to the little R2 unit that had
saved her life almost twenty years ago. She couldn't
stand to look at it anymore. It all reminded her of
him. Anakin. 
He was the love of her life, her one, her only. He was
her miracle. The only one who, in all the wars and all
of the betrayals, had been the only one who truly
understood her. He truly felt her anguish at her
people's suffering, he truly understood her fear when
she had the assassination attempts. He had been the
one..the only. The only man she had ever given herself
to fully. The only one she had ever loved, the only
one she had ever made love to. And now, she never
would again. He was dead now. Yes, Anakin Skywalker
was dead. She knew that Obi-Wan blamed himself. She
had watched him when he thought he was alone. How he
would curse his name and damn his master for ever
finding him. Then he would consume whatever alcoholic
drink that was available.
 
Poor Obi-Wan.

 Her best friend was suffering just as she was.
Sometimes, she was confused over who was hurting more.
She, over the loss of her husband, or he, over the
loss of his "son" and best friend. She looked towards
the stars once again and began to think of the small
life that dwelt within her.
Gently rubbing her enlarged stomach, she began to
think. How would she protect her child? She smiled at
the thought, a child. Hers and Ankins. A symbol of
their love. Something that was a part of both of them.
She lovingly carressed her stomach again and was 
rewarded with a firm kick towards her hand. Yes, there
was life. It was active and very awake. For a reason,
unknown to her, she treasured this small being moreso
than any star, planet, government in the entire
universe. This was her salvation. This was the only
thing that kept her from jettisoning herself into
space, the only thing that made her not give up. As
she sat there, lovingly rubbing her belly, she knew
that no matter what she would make it through this
whole ordeal, if not for her own life than for her
child's. She wondered what Anakin would think of her,
glowing and pregnant. So full of motherly love and
affection that she thought she just might burst from
it all. She wondered if he would have been there with
loving arms to hold his child for the first time. What
would he say? What would he think? Would he be proud?
But alas, she would never know. He was Darth Vader
now. A murdering tyrant whose only objective was to
rule the universe. He was power-hungry and mad, unlike
the loving man he had been not ten years ago. Yet, he
had been mad then. He had even told her so, claiming
that he was the best jedi that had ever been. He had
even claimed that his own master was jealous of his
abilities and was merely holding him back. 
She had never understood this line of thinking with
him. It had all been so confusing to her. Why would
Obi-Wan be jealous of Anakin? It didn't make sense.
She remembered when Anakin had come to her in a fit of
fury, and told her of how Obi-Wan was against
everything that he stood for and was no longer the
great master and friend that he had once been. Padme
had come to his defense and said that her husband was
being silly and probably had misunderstood his
master's actions. Glaring at her, he had left their
home in a fury and ended up in a pit of lava.
What had done this? What had made him act so? Why
didn't he even wait for an explanation of her actions?
Was it because she had come to Obi-Wan's defense or
was it something more? Did he suspect something? No,
that was beyond foolish. There was none other than her
beloved. Her Anakin.
Easing her mind away from the past and her questions,
she returned to the small computer screen in front of
her and began typing away. It was soothing in a way.
The clickety-clack of the keys as they slammed into
the underside of the keyboard, all the while telling
the story of whatever lay within her mind. It was her
release after all. A way out. When she was engrossed
in the computer, the world did not exist and neither
did her husbands treachery. So engrossed was she, that
she did not hear the sound of the door whoosh open.
Nor did she see the young jedi looking at her.
Clearing his throat, Obi-Wan Kenobi waited for her
return back to reality and the cold hard truth. It was
rare that he interrupted her when she was typing. It
seemed to be her only release as of late. She was
showing signs of stress, stress that was not good for
her health nor for her baby. Her face had small,
delicate lines of exhaustion. The ones that can only
come from war and the loss of love. He didn't want to
cause her any more pain than she had already
experienced. He supposed in a way, that it was his
fault. He had destroyed Anakin's spirit. He had been
the one to murder him. That's right. He, Obi-Wan
Kenobi, had murdered, in cold blood, Anakin
Skywalker...and in the process, given birth to his
people's destruction: Darth Vader. He was damned.
Finally sensing the older man's presence, she gazed up
into his face. His tired grey eyes gazed back at her
green. She could see the first comings of wrinkles
around them and knew they were not from age. His hair
had begun to gray slightly around the edges and his
mouth didn't have any more smile lines. 

"Was there something you needed, Obi-Wan?"
"No, Padme. I just wanted to tell you that we would be
landing on Alderan soon,"
"Thank you, Obi-Wan," she said, smiling at him.

Turning back to her small computer, she once again
began to type. Once more, losing herself in her
thoughts and feelings. Her mind still dwelling on the
loss of her husband. But moreso, on the tiny life
flickering inside of her...growing stronger every
second. She took no notice of the jedi that, as he
turned, seemed to remember something. He turned his
head back to look at the young woman.

"Be strong Padme," she stilled herself and gazed up at
him, "We'll make it through this."

He clenched his hands into a fist at his side.

"We have to, Obi-Wan," he turned to look at her, "we
have no choice but to be strong. Even though some of
us would rather give up," she smiled up at him through
her tears, ignoring the slight twinge in her
belly, "but we mustn't do that, should we? *chuckle*
We must be strong,"

As if signaling the end of the conversation, she
immediately threw herself into the computer screen
once more and continued to clickety-clack on the
keyboard. 
Nodding to himself, Obi-Wan walked back out of her
room and waited for the door to close. After it
finally did, he allowed himself to fall back onto the
wall that separated them. How could she be so
forgiving of him? He had killed her husband after all.
HE was the source of her pain, not Anakin. He had been
the one to knock her husband into that lava pit. HE
had been the one who had ultimately turned Anakin to
the dark side. HE had been the one. In all of his self-
loathing, he felt something fall onto his hand and
looked to see a tiny droplet of water. He touched his
face and, to his amazement, it was wet. He had been
crying. When was the last time he had cried? Oh, yes.
He remembered now.
It had been when Qui-Gon had died. Padme and her
guards had found him in the generator room. He had
been sobbing like a child. Cradling his master's limp
body in his arms, rocking back and forth. He had been
so lost then. It had been to his surprise that she had
found him. He remembered feeling the warm, loving hand
on his shoulder and then gazing upwards and seeing her
face. Full of sympathy and sorrow. Not quite knowing
what to do, she had knelt beside him and had gently
pried his master's body out of his hands. Feeling it
settle in, the reality of it all, he had lunged into
her arms and screamed. He screamed for the world to
hear, screamed for his dead master and father,
screamed for the unfairness of it all, screamed just
so he could scream. Soon, the screaming stopped and
then he sobbed like a child. And like a child, she had
held him until her guards came back and took his
master away to be buried. He could remember not quite
understanding where they were taking him, and he could
remember reaching for the dead body that was being
carried away. Seeing the hand that had held his own so
many times, lifeless and limp. It just wasn't fair!
Turning back to Padme, he had cried once more. Not
sobbing violent tears, but quiet reserved ones. The
tears of complete and utter hopelessness.
Lost in his reverie, he did not hear the com-link buzz
in his pocket until it rang once more. Jerking his
head up and out of his daydreams, he swiftly wiped his
face clean of any tears and cleared his throat before
he spoke.

"Yes?"
"Obi-Wan? I need help..."

Immediately, and without question, he ran into the
small room and saw Padme doubled over in pain,
clutching her abdomen. Eyes widening in horror, he ran
to her side and slid across the smooth floor of the
cabin and knelt next to her. 

"Are you alright? What's the matter? What--"
"Obi-Wan...help me,"
"Right,"

Grabbing ahold of her arms, he gently pulled her into
a standing position. She attempted to steady herself
and walk, but found that it was near impossible to do
so. Sensing her pain, he very carefully, lifted the
young mother into his arms and hurriedly, ran her down
to the infirmary.
Racing down the multiple hallways with his precious
cargo, the jedi general was screaming at the people in
his way. Many obscenities were heard and many did not
understand why. He was suddenly angry with the lot of
them, and the whimpers of pain coming from Padme did
nothing to soothe his temper. Holding her tightly he
ran into the large elevator at the end of her floor
and, awkwardly pushed the button that would lead them
to the infirmary. 
The theory of relativity can best be explained in only
a few words. It does not require mathematics,
quadratic equations and it certainly has nothing to do
with physics. It is simply this: when you are 
impatient and when an elevator ride lasts only two
minutes, to you it can feel like an hour. However, to
somebody who does not want to arrive somewhere in two
minutes, it feels like only a few seconds. Obi-Wan had
just been the former part of the equation.
After what seemed like hours, the door finally opened
and the jedi knight once more ran out into the hordes
of people, down into the infirmary at the other end of
the hall. Using his power of force, the two swinging
doors flew open and stayed that way until he ran
through, his cape flowing in the breeze that he
created. 
Inside of the sterile white room, he grew wary. Why
weren't the doctors here? What was going on? Almost
immediately, he felt the force shift and knew what, no
who, was standing next to him.
Standing there, smiling like an idiot was none other
than Jar Jar Binks. Obi-Wan glared at the gungan. He
knew that anger led to the path of the dark side, but
he still felt a strong urge to kill the clumsy
creature. Was it not his fault that the Imperial
senate fell and led to the Empire and the destruction
of the Jedi order? Was it not he who had cast the vote
to give Palpatine emergency powers? Was it not
this...this...IMBECILE who had essentially betrayed
them all? Obi-Wan did not stop to question his being
here, his panic was far too great.

"Get out of my way, Binks!"
"Mesa want to help!"
"Help?? YOU?!?! Why? You're worthless...you're weak!
And I, for one, would rather die, than to have you
help me! Now either move out of my way or I shall go
through you,"


Moving swiftly out of the angry jedi's way, Jar Jar
Binks looked at him. Obi-Wan glared at him once more
and pushed past him. As he took a few steps, the
gungans reaction had begun to slowly dawn on him. He
hadn't done anything...well, JarJarish. This struck
Obi-Wan as odd. Why was the gungan looking at him? Why
didn't he just simply blubber about and say how sorry
he was like he always did. How he would plead and get
down on his hands and knees and cry about. No, he
didn't do any of the sort. He just...LOOKED at him. As
if saying that Obi-Wan was right. That he was
worthless and he was weak. He had just looked at Obi-
Wan and moved out of his way.
Turning around and looking once more at the gungan, he
realised his mistake.

"Jar Jar..."
"No, yousa right, obi. I is worthlessness. Is all my
faults..but I makings it right. I trying..."
"I know you are Jar Jar. I apologise," he said,
smiling slightly.

Turning back to the problem at hand, he once more made
his way into the infirmary where a new hope was about
to be born. 

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She awoke to the sound of rhythmic(sp?) beeping. Well,
that was the first thing she heard anyway. Very
carefully opening her eyes, she took in her
surroundings. She was in a white room with only a
silver droid, probably THX-1138, for company. (Little
Lucas joke peoples!) She could also feel a small, cool
breeze at the top of her head, she must have been
under a ventilation shaft. Thank goodness for that,
she thought. 
Sensing her charge's journey back into reality, the
droid came over to her, checking her vitals. THX-1138
was a nurse droid and she was in charge of Padme. Her
design was almost identical to that of C-3PO's but her
attitude was much more along the lines of R2-D2. 

"How did you sleep, ma'am?"
"Very well, thank you. Why am I in the infirmary?"
"Don't you remember? Master Kenobi caused quite a
ruckus amongst all of the personnel trying to get you
down here,"

Like lightning, the earlier events came jumping back
to her. Finally realising that her stomach was much
flatter than usual, she asked for her child. 

"Which one?"
"I beg your pardon?" Padme was confused, "what are you
talking about? My baby? Where is it?"
"Ma'am please calm down--"
"I WILL NOT! Where is my child?!?!"

Immediatly, the droid grabbed a cloth on the table and
put it over Padme's mouth, silencing her. Padme stared
wide-eyed at the mechanical object with hate. There
was also a silent vow of dismantling and melting in
her eyes.

"Ma'am, what I mean to say, if you would just be
quiet! Is, that which of your children would you like
to see? There were two, not one,"

Realisation dawned, and the droid removed the cloth
from her mouth. As if the information were too much
for her to handle, she looked down at her bed in
surprise and amazement. Two? She had only been
prepared for one, but there were two? How was she
supposed to protect TWO children? One, alone seemed
hard enough, but TWO?!?!?! It was almost too much.
As if sensing her mistress' distress, the droid left
the room but only for a moment and came back with a
small bundle in her robotic arms. It cooed and made
tiny gurgling noises and, as if by instinct, Padme was
alerted to the sound. Holding her arms out, THX-1138
brought the child over to its mother. It stared up at
her with big brown eyes. It had his eyes, she noted.
Looking to the robot once again, it told her that
child was a girl.

"A girl? My daughter? You're so beautiful...you will
be so strong. I just know it,"

The door to the infirmary opened and Obi-Wan stepped
inside. His hair was tousled and he appeared that he
would collapse at any moment. Smiling boyishly at
Padme, he moved closer. Padme noticed that he had the
other bundle in his arms. She peered over the top of
the blanket and looked at the tiny face that was
scrunched up and in sleep. 

"This one is a boy," said Obi-Wan, then, nodding to
the girl, "She was the first born,"
"Was she? Is everything...there?"
"Yes. Ten fingers and eleven toes," he said smiling.

He laughed at her panicked expression before she
realised that he had made a joke. Laughing to herself
as well, she wondered about the last time there had
been a joke told. When was the last time that there
had been laughter in her life? Looking back towards
the small child in her arms, she knew that those days
were not dead. Yet, she also knew that there was to be
yet more sadness.

"What will we do? It's going to be hard enough
protecting one, but two? What if Anakin finds one of
them? What if he knows? What will we do, Obi-Wan? You
have to tell me!"

The baby cried in his arms and she immediately
silenced, looking worriedly at the screaming babe. It
had sensed its mothers apprehension and fear. Obi-Wan
looked down at the boy as well, and an idea struck his
brain. If this baby could sense his mother's fear, and
he was only a few hours old, what else could he do?
Fear grabbed at Obi-Wan's heart and squeezed it until
he thought he couldn't breathe anymore. 

"Your son is force sensitive," he choked out, "Vader
must not find this boy at any costs!"

Seeing the fear in his eyes, she herself grew afraid
at what this would mean. What would Vader do if he
ever got ahold of her son? Would he try to bring him
over to the dark side? Would he become evil like his
father? A million questions racked her brain. Fear and
panick raced through her heart. Neither adult noticed
a tiny hand reach out.

Silence.

Both adults, looked down at the two children in
surprise. There was the girl, a beauty with her
fathers brown eyes, smiling her baby smile at her
brother, who was looking at her with his fear-filled
green. She was the strong one. She would protect her
brother. 

'You be awright, baby brother,' she seemed to say, 'I
won't let that mean man get you,'

Both children laid there, gazing at the other, each
sharing a special secret. Looking at her two children,
Padme made a silent plea towards the older man. He
gingerly laid down the small bundle and made his exit
and his brain started to rack itself for an idea.
Picking up her son, she gazed into his green eyes. She
gasped. He had angel eyes. In his eyes, there lay a
promise. No more darkness, only light. No more pain,
only joy. No more weakness, only strength. All in the
eyes of a boy. Her salvation lay in her arms and she
was at a loss for words. Her, a diplomat, once the
great queen of Naboo, and she could not find words
enough to express the joy she was feeling. She could
feel herself cry once more, only this time these were
not tears of sorrow and pain, but tears of joy. She
carefully opened the blanket and began to count. She
knew they were all there, but call it a mother's
instinct, she wanted to be sure. He was perfect.
Absolutely perfect in everyway. 

"I shall call you Luke," she said, "and you," she
looked towards her daughter, "will be called Leia. My
two perfect angels,"

Almost immediately, Leia began crying once more. She
obviously felt she wasn't getting the attention that
she deserved. And rightly so! She was a princess after
all. At least in her mother's eyes, she was. Very
carefully and awkwardly, she cradled both children to
her breast. 

"Shh, little one. Hush now. No more tears, love,"

No more tears. How wonderful that would be. No more
pain, no more suffering. She smiled to herself again.
A light caught her eye out of the porthole. They were
passing a quasar. How beautiful it was, how pure.
Feeling the warmth that came from the light on her
face, she closed her eyes in contentment. She once
more thought of Anakin, he was dead now, and he would
never come back to her the same. It was a sad truth,
but one she had to face. 
Looking once more towards her children, she noted that
both of them were watching the quasar with a curiosity
that prayed never die. It was at this point that she
realised the awful truth of what she had to do. She
called Obi-Wan back into the room once more.

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"Goodbye Padme. I shall never forget you,"
"And I shall never forget you,"

Very carefully the two hugged, each trying not to
jostle their precious cargo too roughly. Smiling a sad
smile, Obi-Wan turned around and entered the starship
that awaited him on the platform. Padme walked to
where it was safe and watched as Obi-Wan's ship took
off to Tattooine, her son with him. 

As she watched the ship, zoom out into space, Leia
immediately started crying at the ships departure. It
was as if she could sense her brother was leaving her,
and she would never see him again. This was not to be
so. However, a smiling Padme looked toward Leia, 

"No more tears, daughter. For a new day has come, and
we are the bringers of it."

And, somewhere in Obi-Wan's arms, little Luke smiled. 


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I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear

So through darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you

Hush now
I see a light in the sky
Oh it's almost blinding me
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel
With love

Let the rain come down
And wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul
And drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls
For a new sun

A new day has come

When it was dark now there is light
Where there was pain, now there's joy
Where there was weakness, I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy

Hush now
I see a light in the sky
Oh it's almost blinding me
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel
With love

Let the rain come down
And wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul
And drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls 
For a new sun
A new day has come
A new day has come

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