A/N: For those who don't know, Jacen Solo is son of Leia and Han from EU books. He had a twin sister named Jaina and a little brother named Anakin. He also, later on, learned how to travel back in time and see past events directly.

Originally, he couldn't interfere at all, but where's the fun in that?

Published: 3/31/2016

Warnings: SPOILERS for the Rise and Fall of Darth Vader.

Chapter 1

The Time Walker

Anakin Skywalker was three years old when he first met the little transparent boy who refused to stop calling him Gramps.

He was not old!

He was three!

At least, Anakin thought he was three. He didn't know. Shmi didn't know either. It's hard to get an accurate measure of time when you're carted across the Galaxy as property.

In the hold of a slave ship, little Anakin giggled.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Shmi questioned.

"Pretty." The three year old responded, reaching a hand up. Shmi blinked.

What was so pretty?

Unknown to her, a transparent child stood before her. He couldn't have been older than twelve. Because Shmi personally didn't have the Force, she couldn't see the boy and he played with her son.

You won't grow up alone, Jacen thought. Not if I can help it, Gramps.

"Close your eyes!

Anakin, however, didn't listen. He couldn't listen. His eyes stayed wide open and in shock as the alien exploded from the inside out in a bloody mess.

It was then that Anakin Skywalker, at the age of three, realized his reality.

He wasn't a person.

He was property.

Anakin had been peacefully minding his own business as he slowly added to his pet project of a pod racer when it happened.

"You'll be a great Jedi someday, I can promise you that."

Anakin jumped, singing his hand on one of the couplings. Had the power been on, he'd of been fried. As it was, the metal was just hot- this was Tatooine, after all.

As always, when Jacen materialized there was no noise. There was no warning. One second, there was absence. Before the next second managed to even fully elapse, Jacen was suddenly there as if he'd always been there. Blink and you miss it.

"Don't do that!" The six year old snapped, sticking his finger in his mouth.

Jacen laughed.

"Sorry, Gramps."

Anakin glared. The time traveling boy didn't sound sorry at all.

It hadn't taken Anakin long to figure out there was something just plain weird about Jacen. Whenever he appeared, for one, he was always a different agar. Okay, so not always, but still.

And he seemed fond of speaking about the future. He spoke with such certainty that Anakin had started to believe him.

It gave him hope here on Tatooine where his life was nothing but a prison at the behest of a master. To be free and to soar the skies! To be a Jedi and to bring peace to others! To make a difference… Anakin wanted that. He wanted to leave this old dust bowl behind. He wanted to take his mother with him and never look back.

"How old are you this time?" Anakin wondered out loud.

Jacen blinked. Anakin was annoyed to note the other boy was still taller than him. That, annoyingly, seemed to be consistent.

"Just turned thirteen. Look what I made!" With that, Jacen stuck his hand into his transparent robe and drew out something shiny, silver, and metal-

"Is that a lightsaber!?" Anakin cried out in excitement.

"Yep!" Jacen nodded. A snap hiss sounded as Jacen waved the yellow blade around. "Nicked it from Mom. Hopefully, she won't-"

"Jacen Solo!"

Jacen flinched as did Anakin, who looked around for the source of the noise.

"... What was that?"

"Mom. I think you can hear her through me. Sithspit, gotta go- bye!"

With that, Jacen flashed away.

"And then, Uncle Obi-" Jacen seemed fond of stories. Unfortunately, he seemed fond of stories about people who Anakin didn't know in the slightest.

"Who's Obi?" Anakin interrupted.

Jacen's story ended.

Anakin looked up from his sorting and was met with Jacen's shocked face.

Feeling dread as if he'd done something horrible, Anakin spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't tell you about Uncle Obi?" Jacen said incredulously.

Anakin's shrug was enough of an answer.

"Uncle Obi is the awesomest Jedi ever who trained you! Huh. Could have sworn you already knew…" The ten year old Jacen seemed confused. Time traveling back in a nonlinear fashion tends to do that to someone.

Anakin blinked.

"Jedi… Train?"

"Hm? Yeah." Jacen didn't seem to understand the wonder in Anakin's eyes.

Abandoning his work, Anakin turned to Jacen.

"Tell me more about Obi-Wan!" he demanded with excitement.

He'd get to be a Jedi? That was the best news Anakin had heard- ever.

"What's the future like?"

Jacen froze. He looked like the kid who'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"What makes you think I'm from the future?"

Anakin looked incredulously.

For once, he was taller. He'd just turned nine while Jacen, it seemed, had just turned five.

"You told me. Or the older you I guess." Anakin shrugged.

Jacen looked astounded.

"Really? Huh." He considered for a second, then smirked. Glancing back and forth, Jacen leaned in towards Anakin. "I'm trainin' to be a Jedi!" He revealed with a conspiratorial whisper.

"I know." Anakin deadpanned.

Jacen looked flummoxed. Then, offended.

"Stupid nerd herding older me, runin' my fun!"

Anakin couldn't help but laugh.

Anakin sighed as he stood guard over a Tusken Raider.

He was scared, but leaving behind the Raider in the desert to die just didn't feel right.

The Force flared.

It was a feeling Anakin had learned to listen to. A sixth sense that alerted him to everything around him.

"Jacen!" Anakin exclaimed, happy to see his friend- until he caught sight of him.

Jacen was… Older. As old as mom, maybe. He wore dark robes and had a different air about him. The shadows seemed to cling to Jacen as if he were an old friend, hugging his form in their cool embrace.

Anakin didn't like it.

He didn't like it all.

Something was wrong.

Jacen glanced down at the Raider, then back at Anakin, then at the Raider again in obvious surprise.

"You… You of all people… Saved a Raider?"

Anakin Skywalker had been many things in life. He'd grow up to be even more things. There was one major consistency, though; he was always quick to anger, no matter what the age.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Anakin shot back. Anakin didn't know what was wrong with Jacen. He didn't feel right. He felt wrong. He felt…

Was this really Jacen?

Jacen flinched back as if struck, no doubt feeling Anakin's emotions.

"You too, huh?" He said sadly. Then, he began to dematerialize.

Jacen stopped short, however, when a little body impacted his and nearly knocked him over.

Blinking, he looked down.

"Anakin?"

"I don't know what's wrong, but…" The little boy looked up. "You looked sad. When I'm sad, mommy gives me a hug. So, I thought maybe, you needed a hug too."

Jacen closed his eyes as a lone tear slid down his cheeks. Yes, he needed a hug. He doubted he deserved it, though, when a single golden eye snapped open. The golden hue slowly faded and Anakin never noticed.

Jacen knew what was coming.

He'd seen it before.

Qui-Gon Jinn would be arriving- and soon.

A/N: So, this will be a series of one shots. Order is meh. Some will be serious. Some will be just plain humor.

Will definitely end up AU though.