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Anakin Skywalker was busy fixing an astromech droid for Watto. He had no clue how it was broken, but it was in such terrible condition, he was beyond curious to find out. However, he knew better than to ask his owner. Though he had only been with the Toydarian named Watto for about a month after Gardulla the Hutt had lost him and his mom because of the podraces, he knew the biggest rule was to never ask questions.

True, Watto was a much better than Gardulla. Though he was strict, he let them have a few personal belongings. They even had a home! Compared to life with Gardulla, Anakin was living like a king. There were only a handful of rules to follow: don't ask questions that don't concern you, don't do anything that would make him lose money, and always do what he says. They were common sense so Anakin didn't have any trouble following them.

"Boy!" Watto yelled when he was finishing up the droid. Anakin didn't waste any time and quickly jumped off the counter and to his owner.

"Yes sir?" He asked when he reached the overweight Toydarian.

"That droid better be finished by tomorrow morning. I won't be losing any money because of you." He gave Anakin a glare that left no room for questions or mistakes.

"Yes sir." He mumbled before going off to finish the droid. It was a good thing he was good at fixing things, or else there was no way he would be able to fix it in time. He didn't tell Watto that he was almost done with the droid. It was unnecessary. Watto didn't have time for pointless tidbits of information. It was best just to leave that bit out.

An hour later, Watto let him go home, but he –being a curious three year old– didn't go home straight away. He went exploring. He did this a lot. So, he wasn't scared of getting lost. He knew his way around the Mos Espa after being there for a month. It wasn't too hard to navigate. It was the same layout as most cities on Tatooine, though they were never very organized…

As he walked, he didn't have a clue that he would soon run into two people who would change his life forever, two people who would discover that he wasn't the average human, that he was able to become a jedi, and use the Force. Most importantly of all, they would find out he was the Chosen One.

The Force went over to where Time was looking out over all of existence. Time did this often, for it was very soothing for an all powerful being to see other people's problems and help them solve it. However this time, Time had a sour expression on its face. The Force knew that look very well. Something had either played out in a way Time didn't expect it to, or it was annoyed, or both.

"What troubles you, my brother?" The Force asked Time.

Time didn't look up from existence. "They always ask you for help. They hardly ever ask me. All I get are the offhand comments like, 'Please don't let me be late.' or 'I just need a little more time.' Even then, they add, 'Please Force'. I don't get any recognition for it either. They still always thank you instead of me."

Time's moping wasn't anything new. So, the Force didn't comment. It knew that Time wasn't really hurt by the way their creations treated it. The Force knew that if they did start paying attention to its counterpart, Time wouldn't like it, because Time would have to be more helpful and more giving towards them. Time was too reckless to go through with something like that. There was a reason the Force had control over most things in existence and not Time.

"The changes are going well so far. Time eroded the jedi ship's hyperdrive. Jinn and Kenobi just landed on Tatooine and will be searching for parts in a few moments." Time focused its attention on the happenings of the small desert planet.

"And the Chosen One?" The Force inquired.

"Exploring, as you can see. With a little help from myself, Jinn and Kenobi will make it into Mos Espa sooner than normal; your Chosen One will run into them before he decides to return to his mother."

The Force nodded. Time had made a good decision on how the Chosen One would meet the jedi. It was one of Time's more intelligent plans. Wait a minute. Time's plans were never to be taken at face value.

"The boy's not literally going to run into them, is he?" The Force didn't think it could deal with Time for the rest of eternity. It was too reckless, too humorous, too mortal-like. It would have made a great mortal; it acted like one. Its emotions controlled it, not intelligence. It hardly gained a shred of wisdom since they began ruling.

Then again, that was why the Force controlled most things in existence, and Time only had Time. The Force was the mature of the two beings. It knew what actions were the best to take.

"Well, we want to make sure they actually meet. What better way than almost running them down? If I timed it right, which I'm positive I did, it should be happening in about ten minutes." Time grinned in expectation.

"Can't you ever be subtle, my brother?"

Time grinned. "If I was subtle, then all would be tiresome. It's not like a go around striking people down who I don't approve of, like some brother that I know of."

The Force glared at Time. "I only do that when a mortal truly deserves it. You of all people know that, Time."

"You do it also on small defenseless animals that've done no wrong." Time grinned at its brother's expression. "And Time's supposed to be the immature one."

"Mortals expect things like that to happen. If it doesn't, they will realize something is wrong." The Force stated as he looked out on the stretch of existence before him.

"Only because you do it so often now, this is why we created thunderstorms so many millenniums ago. It helps balance it out." Time paused and laughed. "My favorite one was when you struck that guy five times before he finally died, and then you were so fed up that you destroyed his grave."

"Everyone has their moments, my brother." The Force responded, regaining its calm persona.

"It's a very mortal-like trait to have."

The Force sighed. "You must remember that mortals were made in our image."

"I do. I do." Time said. "Oh, there's your Chosen One. Collision with the jedi in five… four… three… two… one…

- End Chapter-

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. I didn't think I would get so many, especially over only one chapter. It means a lot. Sorry, it took so long to post another chapter. School and sports have been taking over my life recently.