Chapter 1

The Bonds that Break

A/N- This is a long overdo note but here are a few things that I need to mention before anyone reads the story (because I think some confusion as to the references need to be cleared up).

1. This story is based on the NJO (New Jedi Order), YJK (Young Jedi Knights), and JJK (Junior Jedi Knights) novels.

2. The Anakin in this story is Anakin Solo unless otherwise noted.

3. There are some OCs in this story, so if there's a name you don't recognize, that's why.

4. Again, this story is AU, so expect the unexpected.

5. In general, please keep an open mind about this piece as it's not fully edited (I'm planning to revamp it when I finish the trilogy).

My name is Don "QuixoticQuest" and more information can be found on me as well as my work on my profile. No, my real name isn't Don, but that's the nickname I chose for FFN.

This is part one of my "Namesake" trilogy and the other two parts are listed below:

2. When it Begins Again (Complete)

3. Life and the Force (In progress)

I welcome all feedback as long as it's not flaming.

Thank you for reading,

-Don =)

Anakin had lost his temper many times and had done rash, even stupid things many times. But none of them could explain what had just happened.

He brushed his sweaty bangs from his forehead as ten detonators in the training room zoomed towards him. He slashed one in half and sent four of them crashing into the wall with a force push. It was this ease with which he sent things flying, the destructive power he had, that made him feel good, and because of that, scared him too. It wasn't like he hadn't used his lightsaber to destroy something. He'd fought and killed many Yuuzhan Vong in the past few months and it had been a necessary thing. Suddenly his powers had another outlet that Anakin disliked because he knew that he was the only one who could control it, his friends and family.

He let out a yell and used the force to destroy the rest of the detonators, they smacked against the walls, leaving small holes in the wall. Anakin stood, his chest heaving. He had no idea what had gotten him so worked up. He was reckless but never violent, especially towards family or friends.

But his bitterness towards his father, Han Solo, had been building since Serpindal. Truthfully, Han did not blame Anakin in the least, but never took the time to tell Anakin that. That may have been a factor but Anakin was too angry to even listen at this point. His father's words had cut him for the last time. For a long time Han had simply given his son the cold shoulder but then resorted to harsh words whenever situations got rough. After the fight Anakin had stormed off to roll off steam in a training center, which one he didn't tell his mother or father.

Anakin deactivated his lightsaber and stepped out into the hallway of the training center. He had had enough venting. Anakin turned the corner and went back to his room. No matter what he'd done in the past, his family could forgive him. No matter what words he said or how recklessly he behaved, his family was behind him. But this time Anakin didn't feel like they would and he didn't want them to either. He was sick and tired of being pushed around and told off.

He couldn't take it any more. No matter how much the world wanted to brush his abilities to the side and treat him like a child like his father had so many times, told him that he didn't understand how to handle the world. Anakin felt bitter because it wasn't as though he didn't realize his father didn't blame him. Anakin knew that. He sensed it in one of his more calm moments. Even if Han Solo would never admit to his son that he didn't blame him, Anakin didn't care. His father obviously had no respect for his youngest child. Because if he had, Anakin would know right away. Han didn't want to tell Anakin he'd done something right, because all that mattered was what he'd done wrong. That was what made Anakin lose control. There was no balance between the two with their relationship, so Anakin just let go of his restraints. Now he had to leave. He'd done the unforgivable as a Jedi and didn't want forgiveness. As far as Anakin was concerned at the moment, he'd done the most logical thing possible.

He packed his bags in his room, it was in the early morning so no one was awake or out on the streets. He swung the strap over his should, and without looking back went to the docking bay.

At the Jedi Academy on Yavin 4, Luke had been feeling some anxiety from Leia for some time, despite the distance, he always knew a little of what his twin sister was feeling, though maybe not as acutely, it was part of their strong bond. Right now they were too mixed for Luke to get a distinct read on her thoughts. So he waited patiently for the call on the intercom that he knew would not be long in coming. In a few moments Leia's face appeared on the screen.

"Leia, what's wrong?" He didn't even need to ask because he knew something was bothering her, but it saved asking for a direct explanation, it was a gentler way to do it since he knew she was stressed.

"Luke, Anakin's gone."

Luke's face paled and he took a minute to ask, "What?"

"He and Han had a fight and Anakin ran."

"I'm sure they'll work it out."

Leia shook her head, her eyes getting more wide with the building anxiety. "Luke, they didn't just yell at each other this time."

Luke's face became serious. "What happened?"

"Anakin lost his temper and threw Han against the wall."

Luke could not believe what he was hearing. Anakin was certainly not the most level headed of all people, but violent was something he wasn't either.

"Han is in the medical center, and I don't know where Anakin is." Leia could hardly look at her brother. They both knew that this wasn't something to be easily overlooked because Anakin had stepped over the line where he could get off with a rap on the wrist. There was obviously something wrong.

"He's probably heading over here. I'll keep a lookout for him." Luke gave her a consoling look, "Leia, don't worry about this, Anakin probably just got worked up. He's not the type of person who intentionally hurts people."

"Please take care of him, Luke." Leia said and signed off. Luke sighed and leaned back in his chair. If Anakin did come to Yavin Four he'd have to give him a lecture and more than that, warn him about anger. Luke frowned. He didn't know how badly torn up Anakin was about Chewie's death, but Anakin's actions certainly weren't something to brush aside. He had lost control, completely.

Luke got up and walked to the landing pad outside of the Academy. He watched the skies. He felt out in the force and he got a confirmation on his suspicion. Anakin was not coming to Yavin Four. He was unreachable in the force as well. Luke reached out again to make sure and then went back inside. He would wait until morning.

Tahiri could hear the commotion outside of Luke's office as she came out of her afternoon class the next day.

"He didn't come?" Leia was saying on the intercom. Luke was trying to placate her and was having a difficult time.

"I'm sorry Leia, I can't get a read on him in the force. He cut himself off."

"Why would Anakin do something like that?" She asked frantically. Tahiri flinched when she heard Anakin's name. Her mind reeled at the infinite possibilities of the kind of trouble Anakin had caused and she made her way towards Luke's office with the intention of finding out.

"Look, when I find something out, I'll contact you. Just stay calm and we'll figure it out, Leia." Luke signed off and then sensing another presence turned to face Tahiri.

"What's going on with Anakin?" She demanded. Luke felt her worry and shook his head, he couldn't lie to her. She was the closest friend Anakin had and lying to her would be pointless and ultimately make things worse.

"He lost his temper and…" Luke suddenly found his words hard to find, "Well, he and Han got into a fight and Anakin lost control."

Tahiri's eyes went wide. "What did he do?" She somehow already knew the answer and wasn't sure she wanted to know but had already asked.

"He threw him into the wall with the force."

Tahiri's mind went blank. That was so uncharacteristic of Anakin, he was not the type to just throw people across a room. Nobody in the Solo family was the type to harm each other, no matter how angry or annoyed they got.

"Where did he go?" She finally found her voice.

"I'm not sure. He didn't come here so it's going to take a while to get a read on him."

"I'm going to find him." She stated. Tahiri was not the kind of person you'd want to argue with but Luke forced her to sit back down.

"No. Right now Anakin is out of control. He probably doesn't want anyone to follow him and doesn't know what he's doing is wrong."

She got agitated, "Of course he knows it's wrong! Anakin doesn't go around hurting people just because he wants to!"

Luke put his hands out in a placating gesture, trying to send reassuring vibes Tahiri's way. "Tahiri, I know we both know that Anakin doesn't harm people intentionally but the facts stand. He threw his dad against a wall and right now he doesn't seem to want to fix it. The best thing is for him to cool off and come back on his own. Otherwise…" He trailed off. Luke knew that if Anakin didn't think he'd done something wrong, which Luke wasn't sure about, Anakin could hurt the next person who came after him or cut himself off completely. Luke couldn't risk doing that. Anakin would just keep running. Sometimes a runaway had to decide on her or his own whether they really wanted to run or not.

"Otherwise what?" Tahiri pressed. She could feel her hair standing up on her neck. The whole situation was making her more jumpy than usual.

"Don't worry about that. Go back to your room, Tahiri and let me handle this." He stared her down. "Understood? I don't want you to go after him."

She lowered her gaze. "Fine." Luke nodded and indicated that she should go to her room. Tahiri stood up slowly and shuffled her feet on her way to her room.

Late in the evening, a shadow slipped out to the docking bay. The figure was carrying a bag of supplies and a silver tube hung from her waist. Tahiri snorted and thought Yeah right, let my best friend slip off without me. Fat chance. She felt another presence behind her and whirled around to face the darkness. She loosened up. What was that just now? Tahiri then turned and climbed into one of the ships after picking the locks with the force. She threw her bag into the co-pilot's seat and sat down in the pilot's seat. She clicked in her buckle and started take off. She tried to reach out to Anakin but felt nothing but emptiness. It wasn't even a mental block, just nothing. Sithspawn. She flew out into space, it was going to be a hard search and Anakin's lack of force connection wasn't helping matters. Behind a closed door, another person stood, arms folded, leaning against the wall with an expression of concern as well as understanding. The person turned and went back inside, silent as a wraith.