Title: Odyssey
Author: jacen200015
Timeframe: Pre-TPM and onwards
Characters: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon
Genre: AU
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Summary: An accident sweeps nine year old Anakin into the past before he is born and he finds himself in the Jedi Temple. No one can hear him, no one can see him, no one except for one person.
Notes and Disclaimer: Spoilers from the Jedi Apprentice books. I don't own any of the star wars stuff, I'm just borrowing it for awhile. No money is being made from this.
Prologue
"Ani, it's time for bed." Shmi called outside where Anakin was working on his podracer.
Anakin frowned as he continued trying to get the left engine assembled. He grabbed another tool and another piece of the engine he had repaired and put the piece in the appropriate place but found that it one of the connector's was a couple centimeters to big. "Poodoo!" He said in frustration. This is so not fair! He took the part out and examined it with his greasy fingers. Okay, what is wrong with this part. He yawned and shook his head as he fought to stay awake.
"Ani, I'm not telling you again!"
"Just a couple more minutes, mom!" He yelled back. He grabbed another tool from his toolbox and made some adjustments to the troublesome connection. Satisfied with the results, he placed the piece back into the engine and began linking various wires to it. As he made the last connection, he felt a strange jolt go through him and then nothing. He felt himself falling, falling through endless darkness. There was no sound and soon the feeling of falling faded away.
It was a startled surprise when all senses returned to him at once. The air was different, better, but how or why eluded him. He heard the sound of many voices, footsteps hurrying to and fro. His vision steadily improved as the light became less glaring. He saw strange people in brown cloaks walking around in a large chamber, mainly beings under the age of thirteen, he guessed from their size.
"Um, hello?" He called, but no one paid him any attention. What's going on here? Is this just a dream? He pinched his arm and winced. Okay so this is not a dream. Where am I?
He ran up to a human male with blond hair. "Hello, can you help me?"
The boy ignored him and walked away from him.
Anakin touched grabbed the boy's arm, felt the strong scratchy texture of the cloak, but the boy only looked around in confusion before moving on.
A knot formed in Anakin's stomach and he whirled around, uncertain of what to do. "If this is not a dream then what is this!" Swallowing hard, Anakin ran down one of the corridors, and found himself in a room filled with plants. The sight did nothing to quell Anakin's unease and only frightened him further. He ran deeper into the garden and found a large bush with an opening he could crawl through. He curled himself up into a ball and tears slowly made their way down his cheeks.
He wasn't sure for how long he had been sitting there crying, but some time later he detected the sound of footsteps approaching his hiding place. A young boy who was a little bit older than him with unruly ginger hair and light blue eyes knelt down near the opening.
"What's wrong? I heard you crying." The ginger haired boy asked.
Anakin wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. "You heard me?"
"It's alright to cry." The ginger haired boy responded.
"No, I mean yes." Anakin shook his head. "It's just that no one else seemed to hear me when I try speaking to them and everyone except you don't see me."
The ginger haired boy frowned. "I'm not sure I understand."
Anakin crawled out of his hiding place and tugged at the boy's hand. "Come on, I'll show you."
They walked along the garden's path until they came across a middle aged human male tending to some flowers in the garden. Anakin released Anakin's hand and walked up to the man. "Hello, what are you doing?"
The man continued pulling weeds, unaware that Anakin was speaking to him.
Anakin grabbed the man's arm, stopping him from pulling out another weed.
The man straightened and looked around and smiled when he saw a familiar face. "Hi there, young one. Have you come to help garden today?"
The ginger haired boy shook his head. "Sorry, Master Ciumas, but not today. I have to meet with Master Yoda soon."
"Ah, that is quite all right. May the Force be with you during the lightsaber tournament."
"Thank you, Master Ciumas." The ginger haired boy gave a short bow and the Master returned back to work.
"See, I told you." Anakin said as he joined the ginger haired boy.
The ginger haired boy scratched the back of his head as they continued to walk along the path. "It is strange. I mean, you can't be a ghost, but at the same time it's like you're not actually here." The boy glanced around as he noticed a few Jedi glance at him. In a lower voice he said. "Wait till we get to my room and then we'll talk."
Anakin nodded and followed the boy back to the chamber he had appeared in and into a different corridor that appeared to be dorm rooms since they had name plates next to each door.
Finally they came to the one that was the boy's and they entered. Inside the room was a small cot and above the cot, floating on repulsorlift fields were three Verpine fighter models. There was a desk and a chair next to the wall facing away from the foot of the bed where books and charts were laying in a jumbled pile. On the wall in between a dresser and the cot hung a cylinder object in between two supporting pegs in the wall.
"Wow, did you make those model fighters yourself?" Anakin asked.
"Yep." He sat down on the cot and gestured for Anakin to join him. "What's your name?"
Anakin sat down next to the boy and held out his hand. "I'm Anakin Skywalker."
The ginger haired boy shook Anakin's hand. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi."