(AN: Another edit you are about to see, this one [or few] based on belatedmedia's treatment. Personally, it doesn't matter how old Anakin is and I don't see why people get annoyed at that. Kids don't know what's cool or not, so a nine-year-old kid isn't going to act like a cynical 40-year-old hipster. Doesn't matter. But the building C-3PO thing strains credulity, especially since we've already seen in Episode I that other protocol droids exist and a translator really isn't the best choice to help his mother. Also, though there are NO midi-chlorians, the virgin birth thing is being kept, here's why.)

(People say that it's wrong because it's too much like the Judeo-Christian tradition, like there's not enough spiritual/mythological references throughout the Star Wars saga as it is. Also, there are virgin birth heroes throughout other spiritual traditions, so I have no problem with it there. From the point of this story...well, in case you haven't figured it out, you'll find out eventually.)


The Master

"Good day to you," the winged, blue Toydarian greeted as they walked into the junk shop. Obi-wan and Padme stood near the back of the room, while Qui-Gon spoke to the blue thing. For the time travelers, they heard exactly what the alien was saying, even though he was speaking in Huttese. "What do you want?"

"I need parts for a J-Type 327 Nubian," Qui-Gon stated. While they continued talking, the Tenth Doctor looked over his shoulder and noticed a short man outside, waving at him.

"Oi, watch how things turn out," Ten said to Four. "I think our contact just dropped in."

The lanky, short-haired Doctor made his way out of the junk shop with River following on behind. Just outside, they saw the second Doctor, just as they had seen him in the holograph.

"Well well well," smiled the Tenth Doctor. "Nice to see a familiar face."

"Unfortunately, I bring bad news," the younger Doctor said. "I jumped back a week or so and tried to free Skywalker, just to get him off-world before you arrived. But it's not as easy as it sounds. That Toydarian, his master Watto, wouldn't get rid of him for anything."

"No worries, then," Ten said. "We'll just make sure he doesn't leave." He turned to River, but saw her walking away.

"Oi!" he called out. "Where are you off to?"

"Got to find the TARDIS," River replied, winking at the Doctor and blowing him a kiss before turning around and walking off.

"No!" exclaimed the younger Doctor. "I don't care if you are my future wife, no one pilots the TARDIS but me!" The shorter Doctor ran after River, while Ten smiled fondly and turned back into the shade of the junk shop.

It was then that he discovered a young man dressed in simple clothes chatting with Padme. Whatever they were saying seemed to make her happy, and she laughed. The young man looked at the Doctor and in his blue eyes the Doctor saw something that made him quiver. The face was innocent enough for a teenager, whose life had been roughened by slavery, but there was something else in his eyes as well.

"I sense a great disturbance in the Force," Qui-Gon whispered to nearby Obi-wan. The Doctor, meanwhile, looked over and listened intently to what they were saying.

"You do?" Obi-wan asked.

"I've never felt a disturbance so powerful before," Qui-Gon stated.

"When did it happen?"

"When the boy walked into the shop," Qui-Gon nodded at the young man chatting up the handmaid. "Surely you've noticed it."

"Well, yes." Obi-wan replied.

"I've never felt such a presence among the Jedi," the older one said. "Not even Master Yoda." He gently stroked his beard. "I should like to take him to Coruscant and train him as a Jedi. It's possible..."

"But you can't take on a second padawan!" Obi-wan stated. "The Code forbids it and..."

"Yes?"

"I don't feel right about being replaced just yet."

"Don't let your personal feelings get in the way of your better judgment, Obi-wan." the older Jedi chastised. "A Jedi does not know attachment. Think on that."

"Yes, master." Obi-wan sighed, hanging his head for a while.

"Boy, follow me!" Watto the Toydarian grumbled. "Outlander, let me take you out back. We'll find what you're looking for."

Qui-Gon followed Watto and the young man to the back of the junk shop while Obi-wan walked off on his own out the other end. Padme and the Doctor slowly made their way after him as he went down one of the dusty roads of the town. The older one looked back and saw the Fourth one give him the thumbs up. Ten turned about and walked on down the road after Obi-wan, hands in his pockets while Padme walked at his side.

"Doctor," she said, turning to the Timelord. "I saw what you did, in the hangar on Naboo. I've never seen anyone with a lightsaber who wasn't a Jedi."

"Let's just say, for all intents and purposes, I am a Jedi," the Doctor replied, reminding himself that they still had a cover, one which was weakening under Qui-Gon's suspicion.

"You don't look like a Jedi," she stated.

"And you don't look like a handmaiden," the Doctor replied.

"What makes you say that?" she asked in retort.

"You don't walk like someone who's a servant," the Doctor said. "Plus, your accent is horrible. Typical Naboo Basic, with a bit of a southern flair. Rather far away from Theed, to be honest. There's only one family I know of that moved from that region to Theed about the same time..."

Padme gasped. "Who are you?"

"Exactly," the Doctor smiled.

"You know more than you should," she retorted.

"I know everything," the Doctor said in a matter-of-fact tone. "But more importantly..." He leaned down and whispered something in Padme's ear. "But don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

"I don't know if I can trust you," she worried.

"Yeah, of course you can." the Doctor replied, then turned to an open-air pub nearby. "Although, I think we're in for a little bit of trouble here."

The Doctor watched as a preoccupied Obi-wan bumped into a Dug, which then growled in Huttese and knocked him off his feet. As he was about to attack, Padme took out a small blaster and shot at the sand at the Dug's foot.

"Walk away," she said, aiming the blaster at the Dug's head. "Or the next one's going between your eyes."

The Dug growled at Obi-wan, then walked off as Padme pocketed her blaster. She walked over to Obi-wan and helped him up to his feet.

"Thank you," he said, dusting off his poncho. "Please, don't tell my master about this. He'll never let me hear the end of it."

"Don't worry, young Jedi," Padme smiled. "He won't hear it from me. But I'm surprised you didn't do anything: I saw what you did in the hangar."

"We're under cover," Obi-wan said. "We can't be drawing out our lightsabers all the time, we don't want to attract attention."

"Right," she replied. Then, one by one, they turned to the Doctor.

"What?" he asked. "Don't look at me, I don't condone violence. A lightsaber is a Jedi's weapon but they're supposed to use it at the very last moment. And blasters are just like any kind of guns: messy and uncivilized."

"My thoughts exactly, Doctor," Obi-wan stated.

"Well that uncivilized weapon just saved your life," Padme reminded Obi-wan.

"And I'm very grateful for your intervention," he reminded her. "But it won't happen again."

Just then, a teenager came running up down the street towards them. He stopped in front of them and for a moment, the Doctor's smile fell. There he was, Anakin Skywalker, the one who had killed him. But he saw his face and, while he saw only the eyes of Skywalker, he noticed there was something else in those eyes, something that shook him to the core.

"Excuse me," the young man said. "Uh, your friends asked me to find you. They said they're done, they're waiting for you at the shop."

"Thank you," Obi-wan nodded, and Padme flashed him a smile. The Doctor, however, remained grim.

"Uh, if I might ask, do you have shelter?"

"Shelter?" asked the Doctor.

"Yeah, for the storm," he gestured to the horizon, where a tiny, sand-colored haze was gathering on the end. "Sand storms can be dangerous."

"We'll head back to our ship." Obi-wan stated.

"Is it far?"

"On the outskirts." Padme replied.

"You'll never reach it in time," the young man told them. "If you don't mind, you should stay at my house. My mum wouldn't mind, I think."

"Thank you, young man," Padme smiled at him. "If I may ask, what's your name?"

"Anakin," the youth replied. "Anakin Skywalker."


(AN: Yeah, multi-Doctor fics can be confusing, but I'll try to give every one of them adequate screen-time [or page-time, as that may go], and the next chapter is bound to be very long.)

(As far as Anakin, I don't know how he should look. He's obviously a bit older than Jake Lloyd, but I don't think he should look like John Simms [he appeared at the end of The Doctor's Star Wars, but I'm thinking he shouldn't appear in this one, for reasons you'll later see]. I don't know, maybe Hayden, but I keep getting horrible mental images of wooden acting from Revenge of the Sith when I think about him.)

(Anywho, with considerations in mind, I'm gonna start working on this story with a vengeance and maybe seeing a little bit more updates to some chapters, as the school year has ended and the world isn't ending [not this day!]. I'm also thinking about starting a stand-alone fic about the Last Great Time War. I think I could pull it off, should I?)