Author's Note: What if Shmi didn't give Firmus up and raised him herself? This is not the story of Firmus Piett, this is the story of Firmus Skywalker.

Anakin Skywalker's focus was pulled away from his stepbrother, Owen Lars, when a signature in the Force swept over his senses. He turned to see a boy about ten standard years. The child was clutching a toy model of a Jedi starfighter, similar to Obi-Wan's. His big, brown eyes stared into his own blue ones for a moment, then he looked at Owen.

"Did they find Mom?"

Owen sighed as Anakin felt shock seize him as well as confusion. Did no one know where his mother was? Who was this boy that called Shmi 'Mom'?

"No, Firmus. They haven't found her yet."

Beru hurried over to console the boy, who looked ready to cry at Owen's words.

"Firmus, this is Anakin."

Firmus perked up a little and went over to the Padawan.

"Mom told me a lot about you."

Anakin swallowed and looked at Owen, Padme doing the same.

"Anakin, this is Firmus, your younger brother," Owen said.

"Isn't he your brother as well?" Padme asked.

"Just by marriage. His father was someone named Qui-Gon Jinn."

Anakin felt the blood drain from his face at that announcement, and Padme gasped beside him. Beru sent Firmus off to find someone, though neither Padawan or Senator heard what she said to the boy.

"Do you know his father?" she asked, seeing their pale faces.

"We did. Qui-Gon Jinn was a Jedi Master. He's the one who freed Anakin, but he died a few days later fighting to free my homeworld, Naboo."

Owen and Beru exchanged looks, and all four adults looked back in the direction Firmus had gone. As if summoned by their thoughts, the boy returned, followed by an older man in a hoverchair, missing his right leg.

"You're Anakin, Shmi's oldest?"

The young Jedi nodded and shook the man's hand.

"Cliegg Lars. Shmi is my wife."

"Where is she?" Anakin asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

Cliegg glanced at Firmus.

"Firmus, come help me make lunch."

"Okay, Beru. Race you to the kitchen!"

The boy took off running with Beru following.

Cliegg looked back up at Anakin.

"Lets go inside and talk."

Inside he and Padme listened in horror. Shmi had been taken a month ago by a group of Tusken Raiders. Attempting to rescue her was how Cliegg had lost his leg, and many other farmers had been killed during the attempt as well.

"We've been holding out hope for a long as we can, but those Tuskens are like animals. They don't know mercy or compassion."

The farmer looked towards the kitchen and sighed heavily.

"It'll break him when we tell him she's not coming back. If his father hadn't gone-"

"Qui-Gon had no choice, Mr. Lars. He wasn't from here nor could he stay. Firmus' father was a Jedi Master."

Cliegg looked like Padme had just hit him.

"A Jedi."

Both of them nodded.

"He's strong in the Force. I can sense it," Anakin said.

"Are you going to take him?" Owen asked.

Padme looked at Anakin, wondering that herself, but he shook his head.

"No. The Council barely made the exception for me to be trained They'd never let Firmus be trained. He's too old. I didn't like that rule when I started, but with how far behind I was, how much I had to learn over a short period of time, I understand why they want people brought in a younger ages. He belongs here with his family."

Anakin looked at Cliegg.

"With your permission, sir, I'd like to writer to him, though, and perhaps my Jedi Master, Obi-Wan, as well. He was Qui-Gon's apprentice, just as I am his, so he'll have plenty of stories to tell about him. It might help Firmus to learn about his father."

All eyes turned back to Cliegg, who sat in his chair, thinking. After a few moments he nodded.

"All right. He deserves to know about the man."

End Note: This will, hopefully, be multiple chapters. Please Review.