Title: Reversal
Author: Deja Vu
Summary: Will Luke follow in his father's footsteps?
Rating:
No language, mild violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, but this story is mine. Any dialogue or plot from or based on that in A New Hope or The Empire Strikes Back is copyright Lucas.
Characters: Luke, Obi-Wan, female OC, the Lars, the droids, Leia, Han, Chewie, Yoda, Vader, OT minor characters.
Author's Thanks: Thanks to Kitt for moral support and helping flesh Alesya out, and many, many thanks to Sue for her fantastic beta reading!
Author's Note: This is no masterpiece. I just wanted to experiment with this first scene, and the rest of the story followed. Updates should be at least once a week but will probably be more frequent than that.



He was fighting with Obi-Wan, the man who had been his mentor. The man who had been his friend. The man who had been like a father to him.

Their sabers clashed, blue on blue, bright flashes of light jumping out with each blow. Rage was all he could feel. It pumped through his body and filled his soul. The blur of blue in front of him meant nothing to him.

Images surged through his mind, feeding his rage.

Obi-Wan, approaching him from the darkness, requesting that he not marry.

Obi-Wan, standing with Yoda, caring more about a flawed order than a person's happiness.

Obi-Wan, the perfect Jedi, standing on muddy ground, convincing him not to save his wife from dying.

Sweat was pouring down both their faces. He knew it was there, though he couldn't feel it. But like the clashing sabers, it meant nothing to him.

Neither of them had ever fought a battle like this. He was fighting out of anger, sorrow, desperation, and it was all Obi-Wan could do to block his blows. The older man's experience was nothing compared to the raw emotion emanating from his entire being.

Somehow, he knew that he could kill Obi-Wan right now if he wanted. Just as he knew Obi-Wan could do the same to him.

Instead of reaching that end, they remained locked in a dance, an elegant procrastination of the inevitable outcome of this confrontation.

In the back of his mind, a thought whispered, How could it come to all this?

How had Luke Skywalker come to be pitted in a duel against his Jedi Master?