Hello everyone, new fans and old. As some of you may know, I wrote a series of stories under the title of She Lived? This took me over a year to do, and eventually I just took on too much material and lost interest in the series that I decided to abandon it.

Recently, with the announcement of the new movies and rewatching all of the movies, I have gotten back into my love of Star Wars and I decided that I would re-read my She Lived? series. I soon came to the realization that despite the success the series had, it actually wasn't very well written. When I wrote it, my plans for the series constantly changed and as a result the writing is very reflective of that. However, there were some concepts in there that were very good, and some jokes I adored. The series had great potential but being a pre-teen and only beginning to grow into my writing skills at the time, the stories ended up not being as polished as they could be.

So I have decided that since I love the series and the characters so much, I am going to rewrite the She Lived? series under the title of Love Lives On. Hopefully this story will be a better story that's more descriptive, more in character and more developed than the series I originally wrote. I'm going to make sure that the plot twists are planted properly, the scenes are relevant to the story and the subplots are more developed.

I unfortunately, as a result, Is have decided that I'm going to eliminate episode 8 and all plans I had for that, maybe ending my episode 7 in an epilogue. Just be warned this is a major rewrite, things will not go the same way as last time, especially when it comes to the characters of Obi-Wan, Mace, Bail, Mayla, and I will be adding in some other characters like Ahsoka. I will also be making several references to The Clone Wars TV show, especially in regards to episodes involving Padmé, the Domino Squad, Duchess Satine, and Lux.

Thank you to everyone who has sent in suggestions, especially to an Anonymous Guest who inspired a really good twist and as a result several subplots. I still don't quite have all the pieces put together yet as to how this story will go, but I've got a good handle for the first few chapters.

So I hope you enjoy the rewrite of She Lived? with Love Lives On.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, nor any characters or quotes from the Star Wars franchise that you may recognize. I would also like to apologise if I get any characterization wrong, I am doing my best but some characters I'm using for the first time.

And for everyone wondering, the original stories will not be taken down.

Love Lives On

A Re-Write of the She Lived? Series

Chapter One

Choosing a Path

What struck Obi-Wan most about the infant he held was how much it looked like Anakin. The resemblance was so intense he could have sworn that this was exactly how his young Padawan had looked on the day of his birth.

Luke, Padmé named him. It was ironic that she and his Padawan had selected a name meaning Light, almost as if the cruelty of Fate was mocking them with the Padawan's downfall. But as Obi-Wan held onto this blonde haired, blue eyed boy and saw the face of his Apprentice staring back at him, Obi-Wan was almost glad; at least they had one reminder of Anakin's light self. Like his father, Luke too was strong in the Force; Obi-Wan could sense it. The boy would make a fine Jedi, but Obi-Wan knew that this time he would not fail the boy as his did Luke's father. Obi-Wan owed that much to the boy he used to know. It was for the same reason that Obi-Wan stood vigilantly next to his Padawan's dying wife. If Obi-Wan had failed Anakin, the least he could do was not fail Anakin's family.

A faint cry came from Obi-Wan's side. The ginger Jedi couldn't help but give a small smile at the sight next to him. Once the second baby had been born, it occurred to the small group of renegades that they needed an extra set of hands, and Bail Organa had instantly volunteered to handle the little girl. The girl had also piqued Obi-Wan's interest. She too had the ways of the Force, but she seemed to have already known how to harness it somehow as she was avidly looking around the room, as if taking on every moment. But Bail bonded with her quickly and by the look on the male Senator's face, it seemed like it would be hard to separate him from the baby girl. That is if Padmé didn't decide she wanted to hold onto her daughter.

Padmé.

She had named her girl Leia, a name that Fate cruelly played with tragic parents with its meaning of Weary, a direct reflection of the state in which the mother found herself. Obi-Wan could see that Padmé was struggling for breath, for life, as the accumulation of the shock of Anakin's turn, the unfortunate strangulation, the energy consuming act of childbirth, and a loss of the will to live slowly drained the life from her.

It was strange, the headstrong Senator had survived conditions that many could not endure, and yet it would be a broken heart which finally took her from this world to the next.

The beeping of the machines was increasing by the second as Obi-Wan watched Padmé's vitals slowly drop.

He couldn't let her die, he just couldn't.

"Padmé," Obi-Wan urged the new mother, struggling to get out every word, "please hold on. You have twins, Padmé. They need you. Please hang on."

"I can't," Padmé whispered.

Tears flowed slowly down the Senator's face as she weakly reached up to her throat and her fingers ghosted over her neck. Obi-Wan frowned, she must have been reliving that awful moment when Anakin- No, Vader had used the Force against her. It was the moment Obi-Wan knew Anakin had truly been lost.

Carefully making sure he didn't drop Luke, Obi-Wan took her hand and pulled it away from her throat, drawing a slow thumb across her hand in a comforting motion.

Padmé let out another cry. Obi-Wan glanced back towards Bail, who held a sad look on his face, holding the baby girl Leia protectively into him. Obi-Wan dare not even look to Master Yoda as Obi-Wan could barely restrain the tears in his eyes. Padmé's gasps became even more erratic as her vitals dropped dangerously low.

Padmé was just as dear a friend to his as Anakin, and if he lost her too… He didn't know what he would do.

"So much for not having attachments," Obi-Wan bitterly thought.

"Perhaps that's not such a bad thing," a voice whispered into Obi-Wan's ear. It was very familiar, yet Obi-Wan couldn't place it.

The Jedi frowned, looking around the room; there was no one new around and neither Padmé nor Bail seemed to have heard it. The only thing that seemed different was that Yoda was standing a little straighter, and was waiting to meet the eye of the ginger Jedi.

"What was that?" Obi-Wan asked the little green Master through the Force.

Yoda smiled silently, "Perhaps something to help us, it is."

"Help us with what?" Obi-Wan frowned.

"Padmé's life need not be lost today, my Young Padawan," the familiar voice said.

Obi-Wan's eyes went wide as he recognized the voice, "Qui-Gon? But how-"

"Now is not the time for explanations," his old mentor replied. "All will be answered in time, but for now you must help me save Padmé."

"But how?" Obi-Wan's force voice was panicked; he could see her slipping away.

"Obi-Wan?" Padmé struggled to get out.

"By taking another look," Qui-Gon cryptically answered his Padawan's question.

"There's good in him," Padmé continued on as Obi-Wan hurriedly looked her over, searching for a clue as to how to save her. "I know-"

As Padmé's voice caught in her throat, Obi-Wan saw it. When Padmé had grabbed her throat before, she had not been stroking her neck, but rather something she was wearing around her neck.

"I know there's…" Padmé continued, struggling for breath, "still…"

"What's this?" Obi-Wan suddenly asked.

The effect of the question was pronounced on Padmé. A second earlier she seemed destined for death, but the question had startled her, shocking her enough to regain a small amount of life and strength. It was as if he had reset her mind from the wavering stupor that had been giving up on her life.

Padmé frowned, looking down at the necklace, almost as if she hadn't been aware of it being around her neck. Obi-Wan smiled slightly, he had saved her for a little bit longer.

"What is this necklace?" Obi-Wan repeated, trying to push her into focusing on a conversation.

The Senator grasped the pendant and held it up, studying it. A faint smile trailed across Padmé's face as she fell into the memory a blonde haired, blue eyed boy.

"I made this for you," the boy handed her fourteen year old self, the charm. "So you'd remember me. I carved it out of a japor snippet. It will bring you good fortune."

Padmé smiled, "It's beautiful, but I don't need this to remember you."

The young boy gave a slight smile and glanced down before meeting the Handmaiden's eyes again.

"Many things will change when we reach the capital, Ani, but my caring for you will always remain," Padmé couldn't tear her eyes from the crystalline blue eyes of the small boy.

"Padmé?"

A voice drew Padmé back into the present as she looked up at her friend Obi-Wan, who was watching her with a cautious expression. But she did not stare at her friend for long, as her eyes instantly locked on something else.

The small boy in the arms of Obi-Wan had the same crystalline blue eyes as the boy.

It was those blue eyes that meant everything it her. They were the ones who had watched her with hope shining out during the Trade Federation Blockade, the ones that followed her with love and longing during her assassination attempts and the ones that sparkled and lit up when she revealed she was pregnant.

They were nothing like the yellow rimmed ones that had looked upon her with such hate.

"Padmé," Obi-Wan repeated again, "what is this necklace?"

"It's japor snippet. It's meant to bring luck." Padmé smiled weakly, hesitating before adding, "Anakin gave it to me a long time ago."

Padmé reached out and brushed Luke's cheek.

"He has Anakin's eyes," Padmé whispered.

"He needs you, Padmé," Obi-Wan said. "We all do."

Tears filled Padmé's eyes, "I'm sorry."

There was something different in her tone, something Luke's eyes had sparked.

Obi-Wan paused; he understood what had changed.

"You don't want to die, do you Padmé?" Obi-Wan asked.

Padmé finally let the tears stream down her face, "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. Tell Anakin… I'm sorry. I know there's still hope for him. Tell him I'm sorry I couldn't hold on long enough to see it."

"Please, Padmé, Anakin needs you," Obi-Wan pleaded. "If there's anyone that can redeem him, it's going to be you. So please, hold on."

"I'm sorry," Padmé whispered. "I really am."

Obi-Wan frowned, wishing he had someone to pass Luke off to so he could help his friend, "Save your energy."

"I can't," Padmé whimpered.

"Don't give up, Padmé," Obi-Wan urged.

Padmé just smiled at her friend, and then with a great exhale, her head fell lifelessly to the side.

It was exactly how Anakin had dreamt it.

A great silence fell upon the room. Obi-Wan felt Bail move next to him and clasp a hand on the young Jedi's shoulder.

"But," Obi-Wan felt his voice catch in his throat as he stared at Padmé in shock. "I thought we could save her."

"Saved, she still may be," the wise voice of Master Yoda came. Bail and Obi-Wan's heads whipped around to face the Master in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Bail spoke first, holding Leia closely.

"Dead, the Senator is not. Remain at small levels, her vitals do," Yoda gestured at the machines with his staff.

Obi-Wan glanced at the machine and frowned, "He's right. She's still alive."

"But Master Yoda," Bail stared at Padmé, "how can we save her?"

"Up to us, saving her is not," Yoda shook his head. "Left now, it is, to those departed. A choice Padmé must make to continue on, or finally let go. Only thing to do is hope… and wait."

There was nothing. No sound, no light, no nothing. There wasn't even nothing, because to say there was nothing would mean there was a void of something. But there was nothing to be void of, nothing but Padmé.

She couldn't tell whether she was surrounded by light or dark, it was almost a mix of both and yet neither. It was the absence of nothing.

"Hello?" Padmé called into the void. "Is there anyone there?"

"Welcome Padmé."

Padmé turned around and stilled.

"Master Qui-Gon?" Padmé frowned at the man she long thought dead. He wore the same attire as the day he died, but his form was framed with a glowing blue outline. It took her a moment to get over her shock. "What's going on? Where am I?"

Qui-Gon smiled kindly at the Senator, "Why don't you look around?"

Suddenly her surroundings took shape. It was some sort of bog. Trees stretched around all sides of her and reached high into the sky, rivaling the age of even Master Yoda. Fog snaked above the squishy mud, upon which were scattered dry leaves, loose pebbles and errant twigs. A damp, musty smell clung to the air and the faint sounds of far off wildlife were carried on the sharp breeze.

Directly in front of her, the trees split the path leaving two openings before Padmé. The right hand path was dark and cold, while the left one was brightly lit and inviting.

"You are at The Crossroads," Qui-Gon spoke. Though she hadn't heard him move, he was suddenly standing next to her.

"The Crossroads?" Padmé frowned. "The crossroads to what?"

Qui-Gon just smiled at her.

"Master Qui-Gon, please tell me what's going on. I thought you were dead," Padmé's brows knit together and then suddenly, she gasped. Throwing her hands against her mouth, she fearfully asked the ghost, "Oh no! I'm not-"

"Dead?" Qui-Gon raised a brow. "No, not quite yet. That still is your choice."

"My choice?"

"Padmé you are being given a chance that few others have been given. Yes, it is true, you are dying, but you're not dead quite yet. There's something inside of you Padmé that is fighting to stay alive, and if you wish, you may give in to that desire or you may let yourself slip away. The choice is yours. Do you wish to live or do you wish to die?"

Padmé frowned, "Master Qui-Gon, I don't wish to die-"

"Then why have you let yourself come to this place?" Qui-Gon raised a brow. "Had Obi-Wan not shocked you into remembering the origin of your necklace, you would have been lost forever. If the answer was certain, you would not be here, the Force would have either allowed you to die or live. You are here because you do not know which you truly want. You have many things to live for: family, friends, children, people who need you. Physically, you are in perfect health, with the minor exceptions of your recent strangulation and the stress of childbirth. So you must ask yourself, why are you on the brink of death if you have so much to live for?"

"Master Qui-Gon, please," Padmé sighed, hanging her head in shame, "it's not that I don't care about those things, but how can I go on? How can I live with the knowledge that I lost Anakin to the Dark Side? That he turned the Republic, the Jedi, on me? How can I live with him thinking I had betrayed him? That I've thrown away all we've had? And how can I possibly go on knowing that he used the Force against me, to harm me and our children?"

"It is a horrible situation," Qui-Gon nodded sympathetically. "But why have you held on so far?"

Padmé let out a humourless laugh, "I love him."

Qui-Gon just smiled at her.

"I don't expect that you would understand," Padmé looked away from the Jedi Master. "Jedi aren't meant to have attachments. After all, they lead to the Dark Side."

"True, but they could also be what save Anakin from the Dark Side."

Padmé's head shot up, "What did you say?"

Qui-Gon extended his hand towards her, "Come, I need to show you something."

Padmé hesitated before clasping the Jedi's hand. She was surprised to find it solid. It was rough, firm and tangible.

"You're not a real ghost, are you?" Padmé asked looking curiously at Qui-Gon's hand.

"No, I am not," Qui-Gon shook his head as he began leading her towards the openings in the trees. "This is a special place Padmé; it is the world between the worlds of the Living, and those who have joined with the Force. Few people have come to this place, though it is as old as our world. When one comes to this place, they can travel between the worlds, though if they go into the world that they do not belong in, they will appear as nothing but a ghost. It has taken me several years to get to this place, and I hope that one day I may enter back into the world of the Living and help those I've left behind. For now all I can do is whisper to those in the world of the Living and hope they hear my call."

"Can anyone?" Padmé asked as they came to a stop in front of the openings. The light opening was warm like the sun on the sandy beaches of the lake country of Naboo. The dark opening was chilly as it exerted a constant breeze as cold as the rains of Kamino.

She did not like the dark opening.

"Some have heard my call," Qui-Gon shrugged. "Unfortunately those who need me the most could not. I have called out to Anakin a great many times but he has never heard. I truly wish he had, it was hard to watch him slaughter those Tusken Raiders, despite their trespasses."

Padmé looked at the Jedi curiously, "You saw Anakin that night? How?"

"It is part of being in the world of those who have joined the Force. I may see any of those I have left behind in life; that is the Force's gift to us. And yes, I was here the night Shmi died. In fact, I was the one who helped her pass through this land."

"She passed through here?"

Qui-Gon sighed, something passing over her face, "She did not have to die that night. She could have lived, but I showed her what would happen if she did hold on and she didn't like what she saw."

"What did she see?" Padmé frowned, she remembered Anakin's anger and sadness at losing his mother, and now it turned out that he might not have had to go through that pain.

"It is not my place to tell you," Qui-Gon shook his head. "Maybe someday she can do so herself."

"You mean, when I die and see her in the next world?"

"Not quite," Qui-Gon hesitated. "You see as someone who has passed through this land she may be able to return here. I have been working with her to get her here, and if I can then perhaps she might be able to speak to Anakin and guide him back to the side of the Light. Perhaps even someday she can pass back into the world of the Living and appear to him as a vision. But even I have yet to pass back into that world yet, so it will be some time before Shmi can."

"Is that why I'm here?" Padmé asked. "To become a ghost?"

"No," Qui-Gon shook his head. "You are here because the Force has decided to grant you the same choice it granted Shmi: the choice to live or die. Through one opening, you will return to the world of the Living and continue living out your natural life. You will live to fight Palpatine, to be a mother for your children, and most importantly, to help return Anakin to the Light Side."

"And the other?"

"Death. You will pass through to the world of the Force and watch as history unfolds without you."

Padmé frowned, "But, how could I possibly make such a choice?"

"Look into the openings," Qui-Gon gestured to the portals, "you will see what the pains and the pleasures of the worlds, both with and without you, will be. Although the future is always in motion, the Force sets irreversible events. Some call these works of Fate. That is what you'll see. Will you look in them?"

Padmé looked carefully at the portals and nodded. Swallowing hard she stepped towards the light portal, the warmth inviting her in. She carefully reached out and touched the opening; it resembled something not unlike the portals of the Gungan city.

"Look in," Qui-Gon instructed.

Taking a deep breath, Padmé hesitated and then she plunged her head in.

Images flew past her a mile a minute as snippets of overlapped dialogue muffled each other.

"You may fire when ready," a man Padmé vaguely recognized ordered.

A brunette girl who resembled Padmé cried out as a black machine encased man grabbed her by the shoulder and held her back.

The planet Padmé recognized as Alderaan was blown to nothingness before her very eyes.

The image changed.

The same brunette girl stood in front of an assembly of people. She hung a medal around the necks of a blonde haired boy with familiar crystalline blue eyes, and a scruffy brunette man in his thirties who wore a yellowish white shirt, black pants and a black vest.

The scruffy man winked at the brunette girl.

It changed again.

"Where is Padmé?" the black machine man asked who Padmé recognized to be Palpatine. "Is she safe? Is she alright?"

Palpatine hesitated, "It seems in your anger you killed her."

"I? I couldn't have!" The machine man shouted out his objections. "She was alive, I felt it!"

The glass of various machines and vials began exploding as the machine man wretched himself free of his metal constraints groaning like a wounded animal, the very thing he had become.

It was then he gave out the most horrible cry one filled with sorrow, guilt and loss.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

It changed.

The blonde boy took off the mask of the machine man to reveal a highly familiar, albeit, horribly scarred face.

It was Anakin.

"Now...go, my son," Anakin told the boy. "Leave me."

"No," said the boy who seemed to be Padmé's son Luke. "You're coming with me. I can't leave you here. I've got to save you."

"You already have, Luke," Anakin smiled weakly, the life drifting from him.

Again.

A scream echoed through the room. Luke's body was thrown back as Palpatine cast bolts of lightning at the boy.

Again.

"Welcome, My Apprentice," Qui-Gon greeted Obi-Wan in a world unknown to Padmé. "The sacrifice of your life will not go unhonoured."

"Anything for Anakin's children, Master," Obi-Wan smiled. "I just hope Padmé was right and that Anakin can find some peace in taking my life."

Qui-Gon smirked at his old Padawan, "Though why don't we go find her and get reacquainted?"

Obi-Wan gestured forward, "Lead the way, Master. I've missed her."

"And I you."

Obi-Wan whipped around, standing not far off was a radiant looking Padmé. Obi-Wan laughed joyfully, running forward and embracing his friend for the first time in years.

Again.

A troop of clones fought hard against a togruta wielding two lightsabers. The girl recognized one of the clones.

"Cody!" she deflected a bolt. "I'm not a Jedi anymore!"

The clone frowned, "I'm sorry Ahsoka."

A blast hit her chest and Ahsoka Tano fell down dead.

Again.

The brunette girl smiled at the scruffy man, "He's my brother."

Again.

Padmé lay in a coffin. Clasped in her hands was her japor snippet.

Again.

The brunette girl hugged Luke as he stared at the blue shimmering forms of Obi-Wan and Yoda. Suddenly, another figure appeared next to them.

It was Anakin as Padmé remembered him.

Full of light.

"Stop!" Padmé hurled herself back from the vision and tumbled onto the ground.

Clutching at the squishy bog floor, Padmé panted heavily.

"What?" Padmé barely withheld tears. "Is that the world of the Force?"

"Yes, that is what will be if you choose not to continue on," Qui-Gon gently helped her up. "Now you must see what will happen if you do."

"I- I can't," Padmé shook her head. "If it's as bad as that world… I saw things, terrible things. I saw death. The deaths of Obi-Wan, of Anakin, of Ahsoka. My son was being tortured, Alderaan was destroyed. Will it all come to pass?"

"If you choose to die, but don't forget that there is still joy in that life."

"I know, but still… What will happen if I live?" Padmé pleaded, the hope dying in her eyes.

Qui-Gon smiled gently and gestured to the dark opening, "See for yourself."

Padmé slowly nodded. Stepping up to the dark gateway, a chill ran up Padmé's spine. Her entire body was screaming to get away, but she had to know. What would happen if she lived?

Taking a deep breath, she plunged her head into the darkness.

Padmé saw a double of her sitting at a table, flicking through a datapad and punching some numbers into a calculator. She copied the numbers down onto the datapad and typed some more into the calculator. The room reminded her very much of the house that Anakin and Shmi had once shared.

"Mom, I'm home!" a small young voice called out.

Padmé's double smiled, and pushed away her work as a young boy barrelled into the room, totting a small backpack. He looked to be about ten and the spitting image of Anakin as a child.

"Luke!" Padmé's double picked up the boy into a hug. She set him back down beaming, "How was school?"

"I aced my mechanics tests!" Luke exclaimed.

"That's my boy!"

The image changed.

Padmé's double was running through a hall, every inch of which was covered in ice. She slipped on a patch and fell back, smacking her head against the hard floor, and everything went dark.

It changed.

Padmé laughed as she and Obi-Wan sat in the corner booth of a bar, joined by a semi-familiar tan skinned man. They were all smiling and joking, throwing back drinks and speaking of the old days.

Speaking of Anakin and Jedi and all those things now forbidden.

They were happy.

Change.

Padmé pulled at a rope with a team of people. They were all dirty, sweating, and their spirits were broken. A somewhat familiar woman collapsed to the ground.

"Get up!" a uniformed man spat at the woman before striking her with a whip.

"Let her go!" Padmé cried out and another uniformed man slapped her, sending her down to the ground.

Again.

The brunette woman from the other visions laid her head in Padmé's lap and Padmé stroked her hair lovingly.

Again.

"I think you should go," Luke darkly ordered Padmé as she looked around at the eyes set upon her. She was hard-pressed to find a friendly pair.

"Luke, what are you saying?" Padmé was in tears.

"We can't trust you anymore," the brunette girl crossed her arms. "Luke's right, you need to leave."

Again.

The scruffy brunette man threw on arm around Padmé and pulled her in, laughing, "I swear I should just start calling you Mom."

"I'd love that," Padmé grinned.

"Then it's settled," the scruffy man beamed, "you are my unofficial Mom!"

"Glad to be it, Han."

Again.

Padmé screamed something almost unholy as Palpatine shot bolt after bolt of lightning at her.

"Tell me!" he screamed.

Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to stay conscious, "Never."

Again.

Tears ran down Padmé's face as she stood in front of Anakin, the glass of her prison cell separating them. Their hands were placed on the same spot on either side of the glass as if they were trying to touch. She trembled and leaned her head forward, resting her forehead to the glass. Anakin slowly leaned forward and touched his own mechanically encased forehead to the same spot, a testament of the further separation he had caused.

He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms, his real arms, and kiss her with his own lips.

"I love you Anakin," Padmé whispered.

"I love you too," Anakin replied in a strange, deep, mechanical voice.

Again.

"You may fire when ready," a man Padmé vaguely recognized ordered.

It was the same scene Padmé had seen earlier, but this time something was different. Alderaan was still destroyed, but this time Anakin wasn't there to hold the brunette back.

"Wait!"

Padmé wretched herself from the portal and frowned, "I don't understand."

Qui-Gon Jinn raised a brow, "Understand what?"

"Alderaan," Padmé answered. "I saw it destroyed again. Why did I see that twice?"

"Perhaps it is that Alderaan is meant to be destroyed, but maybe there's something you can do to help change the situation."

"What?"

"I do not know Padmé. That is up to you to figure out if you choose to live," Qui-Gon replied.

"But how can I possibly choose?" Padmé cried. "In both cases there's death, destruction, pain."

"An unfortunate fact of life, there will always be pain," Qui-Gon nodded sympathetically. "The difference is what kinds will be caused."

Padmé was silent for a minute. Her mind ran over the events she saw in both worlds, and she couldn't help but pick up on one crucial detail.

"In the world where I live, all the pain was given to me," Padmé practically whispered. "I mean, I'm not stupid, I know that doesn't mean that if I live that no one else will suffer, but if I live… I could protect them all. But that suffering, how could I willingly put myself through that? Oh, Master Qui-Gon, how do I choose?"

Qui-Gon smiled at her, "This path has been placed before you. The choice is yours alone."

"It's hard," Padmé shook her head, "it's so hard to think that I could live in a world where Anakin has slaughtered innocents, that he attacked me. But, if I live… I could save them. Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Luke, Anakin. All of them. All I would sacrifice is myself."

Padmé took a deep breath.

"Qui-Gon, in the world where I live, Luke, he turns on me," Padmé explained. "Just like Anakin, he thinks he can't trust me. I'd lose him like I lost his father. But in the world where I die, Luke only saves Anakin when it's too late. Do I sacrifice everything, my health, my love, my family, for the chance to save them? Do I die so they may live? Or do I die so that I don't have to live with it all?"

"So, have you made your decision?" Qui-Gon asked.

With tears in her eyes, Padmé nodded.

"I choose to live."

Yeah, big surprise, she chose to live. If she didn't, I wouldn't have a story. Speaking of, I'm sure my old fans will notice that it seems like there are some major changes from the original version. It's true, there will be, but some events will be the same, you'll just have to wait and see what I change and what I kept.