The Seer sat in deep meditation, the many paths of the Force branching before them as they walked; entering dark crossroads with multiple branches going in all different directions. A path would open, and then close again, as choices were made; each choice another universe, each universe another choice, and so on and so on. The Chronicler writing down every word, every choice, and every new universe created.

Luke sat and stared at the piles of scrolls, not even knowing where to start. R2 left hours ago, taking back the last piece of his map – and his only way off the planet with him. He had nothing to do now but read…and he had no idea where to begin. His metal fingers traced gently over the scrolls, and a word caught his eye…Tatooine.

Universe – Homecoming

The abandoned hut smelled, but not as rank as his robe - singed by Anakin's saber, and the fires of Mustafar, the insanely comforting and distressing smell of a medical facility and the worst smell of all – baby vomit. There was a reason Master Yoda never put him in charge of the youngest littles, He'd never been good with them and the last three days tracking down Anakin's brother and his wife had been misery. Not that the boy was trouble, he really was a quiet child, but his stomach did not handle the stuff they fed infants on this Force forsaken world. Obi-wan was relieved to finally find the woman and deposit his burden. All he had to do now was watch from a distance and wait.

And find a decent bed, clean out whatever dead rill or womprat had made its home in this horrible excuse for a shelter and maybe find some way of meditating in this hell hole. He took a deep breath. Irritation was not the Jedi way. He began reciting the mantra of the Code in his head as he stripped out of his robe and hung it over a piece of furniture frame, he wasn't sure if it was a sofa, chair or bed but it at least got the rank fabric off his body to air.

His small ship was safely hidden away in a cavern nearby, nearly out of fuel, and without its hyperdrive section. He'd abandoned it outside the orbit of the third moon, Chenini, where it would probably be found and scavenged by the freelance scavengers and pirates of the stronghold on Lok.

"Idleness and regret will not clean this mess, Obi-wan." He said to himself as he picked up a rotting piece of plastisteel from the floor and tossed it out the open door. He focused on one piece of debris at a time and almost missed the "oooff" behind him.

"Hell of a way to greet a guest, Darling." He spun around. He couldn't believe it, how had she, of all people, found him here.

"I'm not ready for a housewarming, Dear, you are a little early." He said, glaring at the bounty hunter, sometime enemy, sometime ally. Her pale skin and dark purple tattoos standing out in the pale tan horizon behind her, and she swung a bottle by the ring at its neck from her finger as she leaned against the door jam.

"Who says I'm here to warm the house, maybe I'm here to burn it down…and its inhabitant with it." She said, but he knew that smile, she had no intention of doing what she said.

"Of course, that is always an option, although I am considering the first part…and starting over." He glared at the room in front of him. The building only had two, one in front with a curved front wall, a door that led to a small hallway and another door with another room behind. It was a fairly standard floor plan for simple houses on Tatooine, pre-fabricated kits bought by prospectors and moisture farmers to provide basic shelter and protection from the planet's harsh double suns.

Asajj just gave one of her signature smirks and dodged another piece of detritus thrown in her general direction.

"You Jedi are so predictable, and never see the forest for the trees." She dodged another thrown object. "Now that was salvageable, really, Dear, how are you going to live like this, you're a city boy to your core."

He glared at her as he threw another piece of glassware at her. "I have no idea what diseases might lurk in this place, I certainly am not going to re-use anything since I don't know what killed the prior occupants."

She chuckled and waved a hand lazily. Her force power rearranged the room and stacked everything neatly and in an organized fashion,

"My point…you always work way too hard, although sometimes that's not a bad thing." She stalked across the now clean floor and ran a finger down the scar on the side of his face. "Have a fight with your lightsaber while shaving, Darling?"

"No." He wasn't in the mood for her games, although her assistance with housekeeping certainly seemed useful. "Why are you here."

"Oh, Obi doesn't want to play anymore."

"No."

"Fine, there's a bounty, a big one, on your head."

"How did you find me?"

"I can always find you, Dear."

He backed slowly away from her.

"If I was going to kill you I'd have done if from the door." She said as she stepped close to him again. "I came to warn you, and maybe provide a little assistance – and company while you settle in."

"Why?"

"I owe you…and I don't like debts."

"You owe me nothing, Asajj." He picked up the robe and recoiled from the vomit smell it produced as it moved. She recoiled as well.

"Someone went on a binder…on bantha milk?" She picked up his robe between two fingers, "Gahhhh…" She tugged it from his hand and dragged it to the open door. "Lucky you I've cleaned up after a kid or two."

She dug a hole in the sand outside and picked up a handful of the cooler sand underneath and began rubbing it into the fabric of the robe, after a few minutes, she put it in the trench she'd dug and covered it with warm sand. "Let that sit for a day or two, it will be clean after a good airing."

"How did you…?"

"I've been a lot of places where water is scarce, and smell is bad when you're hunting, now out of the rest." She wagged her finger at him while her foot traced a new trench in the sand. "All of it."

"I get the idea."

"Suit yourself, now do you want help with the rest of the place, or did I haul all this garbage out here for no reason." He looked past her out the door and saw her ship…and a load of household goods on his front….lawn?

"What?"

"I do love to surprise you, Obi…you're so cute when you look like an eopie caught in speeder lights. Besides, you're the only friend I have left."

And another universe begins, one where Obi-wan's guardian exile was not as lonely, or as lost.