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A daring leap and a flash of bright light, and pain, and falling like a sack of potatoes to the lava bank. The hot rocks sear his skin, and he knows with all certainty he will perish here, perish most painfully and gruesomely.
"Please, master," he begs, words that haven't crossed his lips with this much conviction since he was six and being whipped for his mother's imagined transgression. "Please, Obi-Wan, don't let me burn."
And Obi-Wan reaches out with the Force, pulling him to safety in the ginger's arms.
"How could I, Anakin?"
After all, mercy is the Jedi way.
They vanish off the face of the galaxy. Anakin and Obi-Wan and Padmé, just three people in the chaos of the incipient empire. Anakin slowly regains his old master's trust, enough to be given prosthetic limbs and a training lightsabre. Padmé gives birth a little prematurely and seems for a moment to be in danger of dying but pulls through ("live, Padmé," Anakin tells her, "live for your babies and your vengeance on Palpatine, and for us", and Obi-Wan tells him off for teaching the Dark Side's philosophy, but without any real venom, he is too worried). Anakin and Obi-Wan slowly regain their trust of each other enough to take on the Emperor together, and imperceptibly, Obi-Wan Falls, for the love of his old padawan and his wife.
They fall into bed together, all three, when the twins are two months old, and assassinate Sidious a month later, the famed Team now both Fallen Jedi, and all the more powerful for it, and crown Padmé Empress. She protests at first, but at last comes around to the idea.
At last, she can come out as having two beautiful, dangerous trophy husbands, one on each arm. And Anakin, for all he is jealous sometimes, usually is just greedy for affection, no matter whom it comes from.
And if Padmé makes a more democratic and liberal Empress than the last chancellor was as chancellor, well that is her prerogative as absolute ruler.