This is an AU about Anakin and Obi wan being true twin brothers but they don't know it. Sorry if there is any spelling errs, I can't spell. And yes I know the story so far is a lot like TPM, I wanted it that way. Hope you enjoy it.


Qui-Gon walked down the streets of Mos Espa looking for a cheap ship shop. Of course his ship would fail on an important mission like this one. He was supposed to go to Mandalore for negotiations in the civil war that was taking place there. He unfortunately had to sign off on the mission because of his ship. He just hoped that the Jedi assigned to that mission was a good talker otherwise they were doomed. As he walked the streets he couldn't help notice that he was suddenly covered in Sand. 'I hate sand'. Sand was in Qui-Gon's opinion worse then water. At least with water it didn't itch so much and itch everywhere. He sighed in disgust, just another nice day with an elemental hazard.

The Jedi finally found a small hovel that had a ton of ship parts in front of it. 'This seems good.' He concluded and strolled in. The place was littered with droid and ship parts of all kinds. Qui-Gon saw a blue Trodarian behind the desk talking, to a woman, in the native language of Tatooine. The women looked fatigued and saddened though she seemed to have more fire hidden in her. Her dark brown hair was starting to turn a little grey in some areas but her face was untouched by the years she had lived. She was arguing with, what appeared to be her Boss or Master. The Jedi decided to intervene when it looked like the flying creature was going to hit the poor lady.

"Excuse me," Qui-Gon said stepping forward so that both of the inhabits could observe him.

"Ah, a costumer, come this way so that we may talk." The Trodarian flew out into the back, which was even more polluted then the inside if it was even possible.

"I am looking for parts for a Nabooian starfighter."

"Ahh…The only parts I have cost more then you could give me." The creature snorted and flew back toward the hovel. "Boy,"

"Yes, Watto," A little sandy haired boy stepped out in front of them. He looked to be about six years old and wore slave attire. Something sparked inside of Qui as he looked the boy over. 'What was that?'

"Ani, I need you to get the Nabooian parts."

"Yes, Master," Ani ran back into the shop and came out a few seconds later with a big box.

"Good, now go clean the new shipments." Watto ordered sternly then turned to Qui-Gon. "You may have a look."

Qui looked through the box and finally found the piece he needed. "How much for this?"

"30,000 credits paid in full only."

"I think not. How about 10,000 credits." The Jedi waved his hand in front of the Trodiarians face.

"Who do you think you are some kind of Jedi? The price is the price, no changing it."

Qui-Gon was a little surprised that the force suggestion had not worked but some aliens were amused to it. He sighed and walked out of the shop reluctantly. It seemed that the little shop was the only one with the part he wanted but he didn't have 30,000 credits with him. How to make money?

All of a sudden the sandy haired boy was thrown to the ground near the Jedi. A couple of older kids grabbed his feet and started to hit the boy. Qui couldn't stand for that, he grabbed Ani and set him down behind him and glared at the other kids daring them to try something. The gang ran off and Ani tapped Master Jinn.

"Thanks for saving me." The kid blushed in embarrassment.

"Its fine," Qui smiled.

The Jedi started for his ship with Ani walking after. "So, what are you?"

"I'm Human like you." The Master laughed.

"I know that…I mean what do you do for a living? Are you a space pirate?" The boy looked up at him in curiosity.

"No, why would you think that?" Qui asked truly interested in the answer.

"You have weird clothes, look like you travel a lot, and you have long hair." The boy replied instantly.

"So that's supposed to make me a pirate hah?" Qui gon shook his head in amusement.

"Yep," Ani said triumphantly.

As they walked Ani found out that Qui gon was a Jedi and not a pirate. This didn't bother Ani that much because Jedi were just as cool as pirates.

"Umm… Jedi sir, where are you heading?"

"I'm going back to my ship." The Jedi Master stated then turned to the boy. "How do you know if I'm a Jedi or not?"

"You have that light sword that Jedi carry."

"What if I stole it from a Jedi?" Qui gon waited a while for the response.

"You're too kind to steal." The boy looked at him with honesty.

"How do you know for sure?" The Jedi questioned confused by the kid.

"I just know." Ani stated as if that answered everything which it did for the Jedi. "What's your name?"

"My name is Qui gon Jinn and I am a Jedi. Please refrain from telling others this—

"I know others hate Jedi here on Tattooine." The kid shook his head. Qui gon was intrigued by this boy, maybe he had Jedi potential.

"Mister Jinn sir, where is your ship?" The boy suddenly asked a little anxious.

"It's right outside of the city, why?"

"There's a sand storm coming and you would never make it in time. Come with me." The boy took the man's hand and led him to a tiny shack that was not even half the size of the shop the boy worked at.

Ani took the Jedi inside, which wasn't much. Qui gon supposed that Ani was a slave. As they came inside the women that Qui saw at the shop looked up in surprise then confusion at her son.

"Ani, who is this?" The women asked kindly.

"Mom, this is Qui gon Jinn." The boy said then looked up at the Jedi who nodded to go ahead and tell the lady. "He's a Jedi."

The mother gasped then turned to Qui in awe. "Is this true?"

"Yes,"

"Why of all places are you here?" She asked still in shook. The group sat down at the make shift table and Qui replied his tale of how he became on this planet. He finished by telling her about how Ani was very kind to offer shelter to him, he left out the fight so Ani didn't get into trouble.

"Why, that's something else. My son has always been very helpful. I am Shmi Skywalker." She smiled and gave her son a hug.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you know anyway to make quick money here?" Qui gon asked hopefully.

"The only thing you could do is gamble really. This place is made for it." Shmi sighed.

"Mom, I know what he could do." Ani jumped up in excitement. "You could enter me in the next pod race! I'm the only human who can do it."

"Oh, no Ani. It's much too dangerous; you know I don't like it when you race." Shmi looked sacredly at her son as if just mentioning the race would end her son's life.

"But I could help!" Ani complained looking at her with a puppy dog look that was sadly not working right.

"I would never want to endanger your son." Qui gon stated. "Is there any other way?"

Shmi thought for a second then sighed. "No, he is right. Anakin's the only one that can help you. Even though I would prefer him not to race he is right."

"Thank you both," The Jedi bowed to the family.

"Yes!" Anakin shouted and jumped up and down. The Skywalker boy loved to help and this time it was for a Jedi, a Jedi that looked a lot like the one that freed him in his dreams. "Sir,"

"Yes, Anakin?"

"You're here to free us." It was a statement not a question, as if the kid knew the future.

Qui gon shivered a little. "I…don't know…"

"It's ok, you will know soon." The boy said and walked into a small room, the kid's bedroom.

"You may sleep on the couch. I'm sorry, it's not much." Shmi blushed a little.

"It's perfect, thank you for your hospitality." Qui gon replied sincerely. "You're boy may be force sensitive."

"Could you save him?" She turned back to him.

"I might be able to, and maybe even you." He declared nodding.

"If you could please save him, don't worry about me. He is so much more then he seems and he deserves to be free."

"I will try." The Jedi could not sleep that night. The boy was the only thing on his mind. There was just something about the kid, something extraordinary about him, and it was different from other Jedi and force sensitives that he had met before.

As the night grew on, the group had no idea of what destiny they truly held, what tomorrow would bring them. The adults had no clue that the six year old in that dwelling was the key to the future.