A/N: This is the first chapter in a story that popped into my head. The title is a working title, I'm not very fond of it so any suggestions are welcome. I don't own Star Wars. The story is rated T for language, violence and mentions of m-preg and Slash. The main pairing is Obi-Wan and Anakin. Here's the first chapter.

A blond haired young man, still a boy really, woke up slowly as the light in his room flickered on. He stretched his arms and yawned as he swung his feet over the side of his bed. He looked towards the door and smiled.

Standing in the doorway was a man of short stature with greying russet brown hair. A smile graced his face as he pushed himself up from his position leaning against the doorframe, and walked towards the boy.

"You know Luke, I shouldn't have to continue to rouse you every morning. You should be able to get up on your own." At the end he reached the boy and ruffled his hair. Sleepily he batted at the offending had as he stood up.

"Dad!" Reluctantly the father stopped trying to mess up his son's hair. "I'd be able to get up on my own if it weren't before dawn. At dawn I could do, before… It's ridiculous!" The blond smiled the whole time he was speaking and he managed to pull a chuckle from his dad.

"You are so like your father sometimes. He hated getting up early, especially for meditating." With that, Luke's dad left the room, leaving the boy to get ready for the day.

They both meditated for an hour before stopping and eating a small breakfast. Luke then got ready to head over to his aunt and uncle's farm to help out. Briefly he gave his dad a hug before hopping into the speeder and leaving, the first of Tatooine's twin suns barely peeking above the horizon.

When he arrived at his aunt and uncle's farm, the second sun was just beginning to rise. His aunt greeted him with a brief hug, while his uncle gave him a glare that clearly said he just wanted to start working.

"Luke, how is your father?" The teen bit back the want to sigh and roll his eyes, and instead politely answered her question.

"I don't know how my father is, I've never met him. However, my dad is doing just fine. Thank you for asking." Aunt Beru gave him a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes, while his uncle growled lowly.

"Be respectful boy. You knew what she meant." Uncle Owen pointed a warning finger at him, but that hadn't done much since he was younger.

"I was respectful. I answered her question." The blond teenager met his uncle's furious gaze with calm blue eyes that betrayed no emotions. After a second his uncle broke off his stare, and pushed his way past the teen, grumbling under his breath. Luke still heard what he said.

"If we could hire help I'd do it in an instance. The boy ain't natural." Even with his dad's Jedi training, he still found himself frowning at his uncle's words. He nearly jumped when his aunt rested her hand on his shoulder.

"I'll try and remember that in the future." Luke looked at her and gave her a small nod in thanks, before following his uncle out of the house. He knew she'd said it to try and make him feel better. She wasn't really going to stop, she shared his uncle's feelings about his conception and how he was raised.

Outside, his uncle gave him a hard whack upside the head that sent a couple of stars swimming in his vision. He then shoved Luke's toolbox in his arms and gruffly told him which vaparators needed to be fixed or worked on. Luke didn't say anything; he simply nodded and started walking.

Luke briefly considered reaching for his dad through their bond, but his father had lowered the gate, and Luke could vaguely feel jumbled emotions coming from the other side. Knowing it was best to leave his dad alone when he was like this, Luke just went to work on the closest vaparator.

The teen wiped the sweat off his forehead as he stared at the halfway fixed machine. It was his third vaparator of the day, and the twin suns were already brutal. The only redeeming quality they had was when their bright light revealed the slight red tinge to his hair, one of the few traits he'd received from his dad.

Luke let out a small sigh when he heard his uncle calling for him. Knowing better than to ignore the call, the teen rose to his feet and quickly ran back to their house. He was however very surprised when his uncle was standing outside of their house with two, very familiar, droids on either side of him.

"Master Luke! What a surprise. Who would have thought that we would have fallen into your possession!" While the golden protocol droid mean well, he only earned his uncle's annoyance.

"He does not own you, I do. He is just the farm hand who is going to get you cleaned up before he goes home tonight." His uncle sent him a glare before he started to walk back into the house. Luke took a step to follow him as he started to speak.

"Uncle Owen, these droids belong to my sister. I'm sure she is missing them. I should-" Luke felt the Force warn him of his uncle's move. He didn't do anything, and a second later he was down in the sand as a few droplets of blood dripped from his nose. The blond teen looked up at his fuming uncle, who showed no sign of regret for his actions.

"I don't care who they used to belong to, they're mine now. And while you're cleaning them, mind wipe them. If I find out you didn't…" His uncle trailed off, the threat very clear to the teenager. He gave a single nod and stayed on the ground until his uncle had disappeared from sight.

Once out of sight, Luke immediately pushed himself off the ground and brushed the sand off of him. He motioned for the two droids to follow him into his uncle's garage. He pointedly ignored all of Threepio's worried comments as he gathered up the materials he would need to clean the pair.

The teen was finally broken from his mood when the little blue astromech droid bumped into him with a concerned beep. At that point the boy stared at the droid that used to belong to his father and now was his sister's. After a second, a small sob escaped him as he allowed his legs to fold under him and he sank to the ground.

This spiked both droids' concern and Artoo gently bumped into the boy again to gain his attention. Luke looked up at the droid and had a sad smile. He knew he couldn't obey his uncle's order, consequences be damned. There was no way he could wipe either of the droids' minds. They used to belong to his father, and they still remembered that time. Another concerned beep from Artoo brought a smile to his face.

"I'm fine Artoo. And don't worry, I'm not going to erase your memory. I've never even understood why they do that in the first place." Luke said this as he stood up, wiping away the couple of tears that had leaked down his cheeks. He grabbed a cleaning cloth and moved towards Threepio. "I'm kinda curious as to how you two ended up on this dust ball." The golden protocol droid was more than happy to start explaining their adventure here.

"Well Master Luke, we were on a ship with Mistress Leia and Mistress Padme, when we were suddenly attacked! It was horrible! The ship was being knocked about, and I think I heard one of the men say it was a star destroyer that attacked us! Why would a star destroyer attack a senate vessel?"

Luke vaguely listened as Threepio continued to prattle on about what had happened. Mostly he was concerned about his sister and their parents' friend Padme. He also hoped Leia's Jedi Master hadn't been with them at the time of the attack. It didn't take Luke very long to get Threepio cleaned up, and for once he thanked his sister's insistence that they were always kept clean. As he moved to start working on Artoo, the little droid started to beep rapidly.

"Artoo! What nonsense are you spewing now? You claim to have a message from Luke's sister, for his dad?" Threepio hit the smaller droid on the top of his dome while Luke smiled slightly to himself. At least Threepio understood Obi-Wan was his dad, not his father. Then what the golden droid said sank in.

"You have a message for dad? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Luke asked this as he jumped up to go tell his uncle. Now he'd have to let him take the droids. Artoo beeped in a sadder tone before he got to the door.

"Master Luke, Artoo apologizes but he says he was told to only play it for Master Kenobi." Luke let out a sigh as he returned to astromech's side. He ran a hand along the top of his dome before he started to work on cleaning him again. Artoo let out another sad whirl and Luke gave him a small smile.

"I understand bud. I just wish I could help sometimes." Luke worked on cleaning the little droid for a few more minutes before an idea struck him. He started fiddling with the drive he knew Leia would have put the message in. Artoo beeped in a slightly annoyed fashion, but soon gave up the fight with the boy. Luke stumbled back as the holoprojector sputtered to life to reveal the grainy form of his sister.

"Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope." Luke frowned when it just started to play that much of the message over and over again. Even with the grainy quality, the teen could still make out the slight panic in her eyes as she bent down to turn the recorder off, as well as the slight frown when she said their dad's name.

"Come on Artoo, please just play the whole thing!" The droid in question beeped again as he rotated his dome back and forth, an obvious no. Luke let out a sigh in acceptance, and then turned towards the door. "Uncle Owen!" A few seconds later he heard his uncle's furious footsteps as he drew nearer.

"What?" Luke forced himself not to flinch at his uncle's growl, and braced himself, knowing this conversation wasn't going to go well.

"Artoo has a message for my dad." He motioned towards where the astromech was still projecting his sister. His uncle's eyes narrowed at this and then his glare snapped back to Luke.

"I thought I told you to wipe these droids' memories!" Owen bellowed this before he once again struck the boy standing in front of him. Luke once again allowed himself to be knocked to the ground, and flinched when he felt his uncle's boot collide with his ribs. The teen was thoroughly surprised when he heard his uncle yell out in pain.

The blond opened his eyes to see Artoo planted firmly in between him and his uncle. More importantly though was the fact the blue droid had his electrical prod out and it was still crackling. Artoo rolled closer to his uncle to only have the man leap back.

"Take the damn droid back to your father! I don't care as long as it stays as far away from here as possible!" With that, the older man scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room. Luke stared at the doorway for a second before slowly pushing himself to his feet.

"Thank you Artoo. Come on you two. We're going back to my house." The teen kept his arm wrapped around his chest as he led the droids out to where his speeder was still parked. Unfortunately Luke had to help Artoo into the back, and hissed in pain as he did so.

The drive back to his house was surprising a quiet one. Upon arrival, Luke gently knocked on the front door before inserting his key and pushing the door open. Artoo was eagerly the first one through the door, and Luke smiled as he felt his dad's confusion at the little droid's presence. Once Threepio was in the house, Luke closed the door and turned to face his dad.

"Luke! What happened?"

As the young man disappeared as a dot on the horizon, Obi-Wan went back into the house with a sigh. He sat down in a chair in the living room, and thought of the days gone by. The last fifteen years had taken a toll on him, even though they had been happy. However, there was still as heaviness in his heart, his heart wishing for what could have been.

The Jedi master ran a hand over his face, and stopped as his fingers brushed the scar on his face. It was the mark of a failed block that stretched from his right temple down to the left side of his chin. It was mirrored by the scar on his back, spanning from his left shoulder to above his right hip where it ended in a missing chunk of flesh.

He closed his eyes and tried to block out the memories that came from the scars. It was no help. Knowing the memories that were coming, he carefully blocked off his son. He didn't need to haunt his son's dreams with his parents' mistakes. Red then flooded his vision as he was taken back to the worst day of his life.

Heat from the planet washed over him as the ram of his ship lowered down. In his mind, he knew this could only end badly, but in his heart, this was the only thing he could do. He had to stop Anakin from truly falling to the Dark Side.

He felt one of their children give a rather hard kick, just like they were warning him against this as well. Gently he rested his hand on his very swollen stomach, trying to ease their child's mind. This is what he had to do. It was now or never, he could see his husband coming back to his own ship just a few feet away.

"Anakin!" The approaching form looked towards him as he called this out, and after a second of hesitation, the younger broke into a run towards Obi-Wan. When his husband reached him, he immediately found himself in an all-encompassing hug with a kiss placed on his forehead.

"Obi-Wan, what are you doing here? It's not safe here." As he said the last part, Anakin rested his right hand on his husband's stomach. Obi-wan closed his eyes as a wave of emotion rolled over him. Anakin's recovery from having his arm cut off was when they confessed their love for each other.

Pushing those thoughts away, the older Jedi met the younger man's eyes. He suppressed a shudder as he gazed into yellow tinged eyes instead of the bright sparkling blue that he'd fallen in love with.

"I could ask you the same thing." Obi-wan said this as he gently removed himself from Anakin's embrace. This caused the younger to frown.

"I had to; it's the only way to save you." Obi-wan wanted so desperately to wake up from the nightmare he was in, for Anakin to not really be saying this.

"Save me? The Dark Side saves no one Anakin. Just stop and come back to me, Ani."

"Our love isn't enough to save you. Only my new powers will be."

"If the Dark Side is the only way to save me, then I don't want to be saved. I'm sorry Anakin, but you're going down a path I can't follow." Obi-Wan said this as he started to turn around to head back to his ship. He then heard the familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber being ignited.

Spinning around in horror to face his husband, the older Jedi still responded instinctively and turned on his own lightsaber. However his beloved's eyes weren't on him, but rather something behind him.

"Padme!" Anakin hissed this with more venom than Obi-Wan thought possible. "You're the one who turned my husband against me!" Through their bond, he could feel him getting ready to attack, and moved on instinct to block. A fresh wave of anger flooded through their bond and the air as he did this.

Slowly Anakin raised his flesh hand, and it took Obi-Wan a second to hear the choking sound coming from Padme to realize what his beloved was doing. He watched in horror as their mutual friend was dropped to the ground, gasping for breath.

He sensed it before he saw Anakin lunge at Padme, planning on dealing the death blow. Obi-Wan barely was able to block the swing, but he managed it. He however saw Anakin's eyes completely turn the sickly yellow of the Sith, and he felt something in his heart break. He hadn't been able to save him from the grasp of the Dark Side.

In his moment of distraction, Obi-Wan missed a block, and suddenly found his face burning from the cut of a lightsaber. A cry of pain escaped him, but he refocused on the fight going on. The couple traded a few more blows before he once again had a lapse in concentration as he started to tire.

Anakin was behind him with his lightsaber burning Obi-Wan's side. The injured looked down at the wound but didn't have much time to process what happened before he felt the Force grip him. Pain tore through his back, but at the same time he felt him follow the force's guidance as he swung his lightsaber.

The older man's looked on in terror as he saw his beloved tumble to the ground in front of him, both of his legs cut off above the knee. He had done that, he felt like he was going to be sick to his stomach. He remembered how Anakin had complained about phantom pains with his missing right arm. He'd condemned his beloved to even more of that.

"I'm sorry Anakin. I will always love you." Obi-Wan said this as he called his husband's lightsaber to his hand. He turned to enter his ship when he heard his beloved spoke.

"I see where your loyalties truly lie. You're not with me, so you're my enemy. I hate you" Tears streamed freely from Obi-Wan as he felt his heart once and for all truly break. The worst part was the pure hate that flooded their bond.

Thinking of their children and his future, Obi-Wan reluctantly broke the bond between them. He couldn't have Darth Vader coming after them. He gasped as he snapped the bond they'd had for nearly fourteen years.

From behind him, Anakin cried out in fury, and Obi-Wan felt an invisible force grip his throat. He couldn't breath as he felt him lifted off his feet. He didn't try to fight it though, he just waited. Blackness edged his vision and steadily grew as his brain starved for oxygen.

When he collapsed to the ground he drew in a quiet breath and weakly looked towards where his beloved lay. He was passed out, his left hand still stretched out towards him. He felt small hands try to help him to his feet, and all he could do was shake his head.

"Padme please, get Anakin an oxygen mask." He felt her hands pause, and hesitantly leave him as she raced back into the ship. Obi-Wan could feel unconsciousness pulling at him, but he couldn't give in just yet. He watched as Padme exited the ship again, pausing beside him, before moving over to younger man. She quickly fastened the mask to his face, and started back towards Obi-Wan.

Weakly he smiled and finally allowed the darkness to take him, a few tears leaking from his eyes. His last thought was that he was leaving his beloved behind, but he wasn't completely forsaking him. The thought brought comfort to him as he fell into unconsciousness.

Obi-Wan was jerked from his memories by a soft knock on the door. He smiled slightly as he recognized his son's Force presence unlocking their door. He however frowned when the first form through the door was not his son, but rather another familiar form.

It was Artoo, his beloved's astromech droid. Looking towards the door, He was even more surprised when the smaller droid's constant companion also entered the house. Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes as he saw Luke carefully closing the door with his back to him.

When his son finally turned to face him, he couldn't help the surge of anger that coursed through him. He could easily see the dried blood under his son's nose, and the blossoming bruise on his cheek was hard to miss. This was certainly one of the more interesting times his son had arrived home.

"Luke! What happened?"

A/N Tell me what you think. I have some of the next chapter written, but I'm not sure if I'm going to continue the story. It all depends on the reaction I get.