Summery: Anakin has survived the Death Star and he, Padme, Leia and Han must make peace if Anakin is to become one with the Force he must learn to forgive and be forgiven.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to George Lucas.

Authors Note: I hope you will enjoy this story. It's my first Star Wars Fan Fiction and I hope I corrected all my typos. There are a ton of movie inaccuracies because I wrote this long before Revenge of the Sith came out, and yes it does suck! Enjoy! This is something I did a long time ago, April 12, 2003, the computer tells me, and found it today and so I've dusted it off for all of you to read!

Here's proof I can write other things besides Teen Titan stories, ha ha ha! Have fun!

Skywalker's Redemption Part One: The Visitation

Anakin Skywalker slowly opened his eyes. He squinted, trying to get a better view of his surroundings. He realized he was in a small straw hut. He slowly started to breathe, inhaling fresh air into his lungss after so many years of breathing through a machine. Grunting from the pain that surged through his body, he slowly exhaled, forcing his body to relax.

Memories suddenly flooded back. He had been with his son Luke on the second Death Star, hoping to lure him over to the Dark Side of the Force.

Luke had resisted the temptation until Anakin, known as Darth Vader to the rest of the Galaxy, and used the Force to discover the identity of Luke's twin sister, Leia. "...If you will not be turned to the Dark Side...then perhaps she will..."

With that, Luke flew into a rage. Anakin had barely been able to block his son's ferocious blows. He felt the Dark Side of the Force surge around them as the fought. Finally, Luke struck him with his lightsaber, cutting off his right hand.

Emperor Palpatine laughed as he made his way down the stairs, tempting Luke with the power the Dark Side offered. Still, his son resisted. Finally, the Emperor snapped. Using the Dark Side of the Force, he let loose stream of Dark Lighting. Anakin watched in anguish as his son writhed in pain on the floor.

Suddenly, he snapped, rushing at the Emperor, Anakin picked him up and hurled in into the reactor shaft, all the while Force Lightning rained on him from above, shattering every bone and muscle in his body, exhausted, he collapsed.

His son dragged him to a shuttle. They both collapsed from exhaustion. "…Luke…help me take this mask off." Anakin said painfully. "But you'll die," Luke replied. "It doesn't matter now Just for once; let me look on you with my own eyes." With that, Luke slowly, hesitantly removed his father's mask.

Anakin smiled proudly at the image he saw before him. His son looked so much like him when he was that age, before the Dark Side consumed his body and his soul. Seeing him brought back memories of the good times, his wife, who he missed so much now that he thought of her. His wise master Obi-wan, their friendship that had never faltered before all this. "Go my son, leave me," Anakin said.

"I can't leave you. I've got to save you," Luke replied.

"You already have, Luke, you already have. You were right about me. Tell your sister you were right." Anakin said and slipped into unconsciousness.

Then he remembered waking up here. Anakin craned his head to see his son walk in the room.

"Father, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, Luke. I'm fine. I just need rest." Anakin replied.

"Then I will leave you alone to rest, then," Luke said, and left the room.

Meanwhile, in the waves of the Force, Anakin's wife, Padmé Amidala Skywalker stared down at her husband. Should I go to him? She wondered.

You should do what you think is right. She heard a voice behind her.

She turned. "Obi-wan," she said, "Always there and always has an answer for me." She said with a sigh. "Really, Obi-wan, should I speak to him? Even after all the things he's done to the Galaxy. What he did to me." Confused, she turned away.

"Padmé, young handmaiden, you should do what you feel is right. Feel, don't think, and trust your instincts." Qui-Gon said as he appeared behind her.

"Oh Qui-Gon!" She laughed, "You and your Jedi wisdom never ceases to amaze me. But, is there some other way to finally make peace with him, without confronting him in person? Must I do this?"

"Padmé, make peace with him, you must. Confront him, yes, to find peace with yourself," Yoda said as he materialized out of nowhere.

"Yes, I see I have no choice. I must speak with him." She said quietly and walked away.

Anakin laid his head on the pillow and began to sleep. And for the first time in years, he dreamed. He dreamed of her, Padmé Amidala. In his dream he saw her, as if through class. Her beauty stunned him as always, his beautiful angel; he hoped she wouldn't see him. She had a sad smile on her face. Padmé sensed him and turned toward him...

"Hello, Anakin," she said, her voice was sad and it broke his heart to think that he had done this to her.

"P-Padme," he stuttered, "Is it really you? I thought you were dead."

"Yes, I am Anakin" replied, visibly refusing to look into his eyes.

"Can we talk?" Anakin asked nervously.

"No, Anakin, I can't," she replied.

Panic filled him, "Padme, please-" he implored her.

"I can't speak with you tonight," Padme said quietly. "Tomorrow, Anakin. Tomorrow I will speak with you."

"When?" he asked.

"Outside the Ewok camp tomorrow afternoon, you shall see me." Then he woke up.