The Deal
(Okay yes, I realize these are weird things to cross over. I almost didn't make this because of that. But I thought of the idea and can't get rid of it so I'm making it.)
Anakin looked at the contract doubtfully. "So if I sign this, I will have never turned to the dark side?" Rumple nodded. "And all you're getting out of this is moving to my galaxy."
Rumple nodded again. "Pretty much." Rumple had to admit, it was kind of unnerving talking to someone who was dead. But he'd had enough of being prisoner, if this would get him out, who cared what the guy was?
"Pretty much?" Anakin asked. He didn't trust this guy. Of course it didn't help that he was in a cage, in a swamp, in the middle of no-where, looking rather worse for wear.
Rumple leaned back. "Well . . . I will have to have some minor changes. For example, you said your writing looks different then here." He gestured at the contract. "I'll have to know how to read it. Things like that."
Anakin hesitated. He wondered why he'd even come to this galaxy anyway. He probed Rumple's mind a little. He was up to something devious alright. "I think I'll pass." He started to walk away.
Rumple's eyes widened. Pass? That wasn't an option. He moved to the edge of the cage. "Wait!" Anakin turned around. "If you don't like the outcome it's perfectly reversible."
"Really?"
"Yes." Rumple tried not scowl. He couldn't believe he was giving this away. "Each contract has an exit clause."
Anakin was still hesitant. Then he looked at the contract again. He really, really wanted to take back what he did. And if he could. . ."Okay. I'll sign." Rumple wondered vaguely how he would sign it if he was transparent. It wasn't something he needed to worry about though. Anakin flicked his wrist and the feather Rumple had found floated into the air. After that Anakin just looked at it and it signed his name. Anakin disappeared, Rumple did shortly after. Only the contract remained.