AN:Gosh, so many reviews, after I practically abandoned this story. Not on, purpose, I just got busy, and disorganized, and finals hit, and...well, you know.

Unfortunately, the semester starts Monday. Fortunately, I have this ready to go. I also think I can get one more chapter of something up by Monday. I think. We'll see. That's the goal anyway.

Thanks to monkyluvr, star-fire-dreamer, whateveritis12, Cocoa Girl2, Beth Weasley, Jedi Angel001, Teresa, general-joseph-dickson, ShortySC22, ILDV, phaorah, and Saimhe for reviewing, especially those who are first reviewers.

To Teresa:The plan is to 'stuff' Palpatine relatively soon in the story, next few chapters, though story-time it's going to be six months or so. Haven't gotten much more lined out, though. More Jedi Masters, though...for sure. Han will probably feel very out of his league before long.

Han looked the boy over. He couldn't deny that he looked like he was firmly related to the Solo line; brother or son, it was actually a toss up in his head. The kid rolled his eyes, and Han's temper started simmering. "Good job, Mom, you figured out who I am. I need to get Jaya back to when she belongs so that her presence doesn't cause any more harm to time than it already has," he said, and that almost-business-like tone would have sold any lesser mortal, but he could see that Leia wasn't buying it, and even at the relatively young age he was now, he didn't either. He had an agenda, and that made Han suspicious of anything he wanted with his young daughter, even if this peedunky was his kid too.

He was currently detangling himself from a crash net—Force only knew how he'd gotten caught up in it, and that made his evident irritation even more pronounced. Leia looked at him. He could see her irritation—whether that was directed at Jacen interrupting their conversation, or at Jacen himself, he wasn't sure. "Go on, I'll take care of this one," he told her quietly.

She nodded in acquiescence, and headed out the door to join her brother for whatever lesson they were getting from Obi-Wan. After she left, and Jacen had himself detangled, he asked, "Where's Mom going?"

"She and your Uncle Luke are doing something with Master Kenobi," he said, getting a perverse sense of satisfaction out of the look on his face, "And we are going to go talk to your grandfather."

"But," Jacen started.

"No, no, I know, you want to get your sister back to when she belongs, and I don't say that I blame you, but the problem is she's become quite attached to him, and I think if you try to take her away without discussing it with him first, you're going to have a problem."

Jacen sighed, and nodded. They moved out into the hall, heading for the lounge where Han had last seen the two of them, with Jaina showing Vader the drawings she'd done earlier. "Granda," he heard his daughter's delighted squeal.

He heard Jacen groan softly.

Vader was busy tickling his granddaughter with the Force, mostly because he felt his gloved prosthetic hands to be inadequate for the task, when he felt a flash of anger. It wasn't his, and after a moment he realized it also wasn't anger, at least not quite, and that it was coming from someone who was as well-trained as a Jedi Knight. There was a tinge of familiarity about the Force-signature, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but the proximity meant that he would find out soon enough. He let Jaina go, and she caught her breath. "Granda!" she shouted to him joyfully, attacking him with her tiny hands, ineffective through his layered armor. "You aren't tik'lish," she complained after a moment.

"Someone is here," he told her seriously, and she looked up.

"I don't see anybody."

"I feel them through the Force."

She concentrated. She was used to feeling people through the Force, so it wasn't particularly taxing. "Old Jace," she pronounced finally.

"Ah."

"Granda," she squealed as he resumed tickling her.

He heard someone clear his throat, and he brought Jaina into his chest, cradling her tightly as she caught her breath again. He looked up, finding Han and what looked to be a slightly younger version of the same. "Solo," he said by way of greeting for the father of his granddaughter.

"Sir," he stepped back a little, which allowed him a better view of his grandson. He took the opportunity to look Jacen over carefully. "Someone decided to drop in while I was talking with Leia."

He nodded. He wasn't quite prepared to interfere with that relationship, especially considering that if he did, he might have to give up Jaina for the privilege. "Jacen," he said, and the boy nodded.

"I have been sent by those who trained me. It is my duty, since I permitted others to learn to flow-walk by a lack of care in my choice of times to observe, to return Jaina to her proper time to stop the destabilization of time."

If Vader hadn't been tuned into the Force, he might have taken Jacen seriously. The boy had inherited his mother's talent for hiding his feelings from those around him, and that was probably useful to him most of the time. Unfortunately for Jacen, his grandfather could feel the attitude that the boy held toward this particular duty. He saw it as a waste of his time and a burden, and while he did feel duty-bound to take care of the mess that he'd created, he didn't really care that it had been his fault completely that the situation had come about in the first place.

It was an attitude that he was familiar with, and he knew where it could lead, because he had presented an attitude remarkably similar from the time he was knighted until he became a Sith. He was The Hero With No Fear, and had the attitude that came with it. The same attitude Jacen had right now. "No," he said to Jacen, and he could feel the boy almost visibly restraining himself from rolling his eyes.

"The longer she remains here the more damage she causes," Jacen said reasonably. Vader's eyes narrowed to slits as he felt the truth of the statement. While it was true in the absolute sense, it applied only to the future, not to time itself. Since she was already here, she would not create any sort of rift or any of that nonsense, not unless she were to do something really dumb, like meet herself. Not that she could, at this point. He was somewhat surprised that he could read Jacen's surface thoughts, but if there were no actual Jedi to help Luke when he set up a new Jedi Order, then it wasn't particularly surprising that a good deal of knowledge was lost. And while Jacen was the son of the daughter of a Jedi, perhaps that was as much of a disadvantage as it was an advantage.

Just as being the Chosen One was for him. "She has done more good than you can possibly imagine, young one," he said, much to the consternation of the young Jedi. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must attend to something."

Vader moved past the two Solos and headed for his Master and his kids. "Grandfather," Jacen said, but Vader didn't slow down. He followed, but Vader paid him no mind.

Jaina was still snuggled into his chest, just to the right of the plate that controlled his breathing. She had never tried to touch the buttons there, and it made him wonder just a bit, but he was thankful nonetheless. "Granda?"

"Yes?"

"Are you gonna let Jace take me away?"

"Not today, Jaya. I think you should eventually go back to your proper time eventually, though. You miss Anakin don't you, and Winter?"

She thought about that for a moment. "Yes, but I would miss you more."

"Perhaps we can settle it so that I can be there with you."

She snuggled into his chest more. "You could maybe be there all the time, Granda?" she asked curiously.

"We shall have to see," he told her. It was her naptime, and she needed reassurances rather than reality, if he expected her to sleep.

"Ok, Granda," she said, and he gently pushed her mind in the general direction of sleep, not that she wasn't headed that way already, but he wanted her far enough gone that when he was talking to Obi-Wan, she wouldn't wake. She'd become used to his presence when she was sleeping, and he thought perhaps the vibrations that carried through his body from the breathing regulator and vocalizer lulled her into a deeper sleep.

Obi-Wan started his lesson for Luke and Leia with something much slower than he'd been intending that morning. If he was going to have time to train them properly—which he heartily agreed with having, he just hadn't thought he was going to have a choice—then he was going to do his best to actually train them properly. And that mean that he needed to teach them meditation, because meditation would help them both focus more readily, and control their emotions more easily.

They were sitting on cushions, drawing lightly on the Force, and paying close attention to their breathing. That was the first step to meditation. He felt his brother, his former pupil heading in their direction, and he got up quietly, letting them continue to attempt to meditate, and he exited the room they were using. It was one of the smaller cargo bays, but it wasn't being used for anything else at the moment, so Captain Solo had offered it up as additional space for training.

"Anakin," he smiled warmly at his friend. "The twins are meditating."

"We have a problem," he said without preamble. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, but just waited for him to continue. He didn't; he turned so that a young man who had been following him was now visible. His resemblance to Han was obvious, but Obi-Wan could see where Skywalker genes had hardened some lines and softened others.

"Well, if this is the biggest problem you can come up with, Anakin, we are doing very well indeed," he said. The young man didn't say anything, though he seemed to want to and be restraining himself.

"I have a meeting scheduled with the command staff at seventeen hundred. I'm sure at least one problem will crop up then."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Well, if the problems there can be kept to a minimum, then we should be well prepared for what comes next," he said, and after a few moment's pause, he asked, "So, why is this young man a problem?"

"He wants to take Jaina away."

Obi-Wan nodded. He expected that her presence would affect the future, though he wouldn't have been able to predict exactly how. "Well," he said, turning to face the object of their conversation. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I need to take Jaina back to when she belongs so that the destabilization effects that she's having on time are minimized. In fact, I was trying to find the moment in time she first appeared here."

"Well, that was several weeks ago," Vader said, "But I think you are exaggerating the effects her presence is going to have on time, Jacen. Your own present, perhaps, but I think that if it were going to cause some strange effect on time, that would have happened almost as soon as she came into the past, not weeks later."

"As I said," Jacen said, sounding almost like his grandfather when he was trying to explain something he felt was completely obvious, "I was trying to find the moment when she arrived. Something strange happened."

"Strange?" Obi-Wan prompted.

"I fully entered the past without intending to."

"Hmmm," Obi-Wan said stroking his beard. "I don't imagine you've tried leaving this time have you?"

"No, sir," he said, "It would take me an hour or so to get that far into meditation."

"Well, I think it would be worth our while for you to try. If you can't do it, then I think that will mean either that you aren't supposed to be moving about just now and you may not be able to take her home, or that the Force wants you here for some reason."

It was reasonable, but Jacen seemed irritated, probably by the very reasonableness of the suggestion. It was a very strange reaction for the boy to be having. It was not unlike the reaction he would have gotten out of Anakin, not long after his knighting, not long after he decided, or had been told so many times that he had believed it, that he was so far above the normal Jedi that the rules no longer applied to him. "I believe that is a good idea," Jacen told him, no evidence of his irritation in his voice or mannerisms. Interesting. I see why he could potentially be a problem, he thought, and though he didn't realize it, the thought tracked down his link with Anakin.

Yes, I thought so, as well. I can't believe how arrogant I was, when I was his age. Only seeing it as it mirrors my own attitudes through my grandson do I see clearly how much of a fool I was when I was that young.

Well, a Sith Lord was grooming you to become his personal pet, and your face plastered across every HoloNet channel in the most obscene ways.

Anakin's mental snort accompanied his next comment, and the derision was quite apparent in his caustic tone, Yes, the Hero With No Fear, indeed. I can't believe I actually bought into that, even though I realized it wasn't true.

You've always been more prone to following your emotions than your logic. I should have realized that about you sooner.

It's not your fault, Anakin's words came gently, but we need to focus on what to do with the one who's following the path I was. I fear for him, if something isn't done.

Too true, he replied, and then returned his attention to Jacen, who was oblivious to the short conversation that took place across bonds that he might be able to sense, but since Obi-Wan could detect nothing similar in his mind, probably didn't even know to look for. "Well, let's see about finding you somewhere quiet to meditate," he said with a small smile.

Jacen settled into meditation, as he was dutifully supposed to be doing, but part of his mind was wandering. It wouldn't affect his ability to successfully flow-walk, if indeed he still could, so he let the small corner of his mind contemplate what had happened in the last hour. Everything had been going so perfectly, so smoothly. He'd pinned things down to about the time of the Battle of Yavin. It was the moment that time was currently being reckoned by anyway. The day, the very day that the battle of Yavin should have been, he had homed in on his mother's presence, expecting her to be commanding a fleet of small ships battling the Empire, preparing to abolish the Death Star. His father should have been long gone, his mercenary tendencies from those early days still in full force, though he would be back in a crucial moment in that battle to swat his grandfather's ship away from his uncle's—in the process saving Luke's life and allowing for the complete destruction of the Death Star. Obi-Wan was supposed to be dead, at Vader's hand. No one was supposed to know that his uncle and his mother were brother and sister, and the obvious affection that his father had been showing his mother was supposed to be carefully concealed behind a cavalier attitude and a caustic mouth.

And his mother wasn't even supposed to know she had Force-potential. He couldn't even begin to imagine the changes what had already happened were going to wreak on his present. And he had absolutely no clue if he could fix it. Jaina was going to be another problem. She was attached to the idea of having their grandfather around, and, truth be told, he could see the appeal of it. He was, when he wasn't busy being a Sith, a caring, adoring person.

And she trusted him absolutely, and this was the one person in the world no one should have trusted. He'd turned his back on all that was good, and no one even really knew why. He'd had a wife, two kids, his former Master, Obi-Wan who had, to all accounts, even at the time of his death, still loved him.

He didn't understand how Vader could so completely enthrall her, but he had, and unless he was very careful, he was not going to be able to get her home, and that would make things so utterly nonsensical that he couldn't imagine what it would do to his present. His twin would be the better part of ten years older than him, of course, that was provided that she made it through the first three years of her life without creating any sort of time rift.

It was one of the reasons that flow-walking was only supposed to be done by those who were fully trained—so that they could get back without causing problems. Not that they were actually supposed to enter the past or the future that they were looking at. It was supposed to be within the realm of possibility, but unless one wanted serious problems, it wasn't advisable.

He settled his mind down as he started to intensely concentrate on the task at hand.

Luke finished his meditation with Leia and Ben. Ben had been impressed with how well they had done, and now they both had some free time. Luke was hoping that his father would be available so that they could talk. Flying, mechanics, whatever. Reality had intruded on what he'd learned as a young boy, but he still saw his father through the eyes of a son, and he was honest enough with himself to admit it.

He was sitting in the lounge, not sprawled, precisely, but definitely not prim and properly upright. As an undertone to the ominous breathing that was supposed to scare the poodoo out of anyone, he thought he could hear snoring. Jaina was curled up on his chest, cradled by one arm, and the other laying over her. She, too, was fast asleep, and he grinned at the thought of how much harm the image would do to the carefully cultivated image of the fearsome Sith Lord. He didn't think that his father would mind terribly at this point, but, until they destroyed the Emperor, it would be unwise to have people thinking he was wrapped around the little finger of a pre-school girl.

"Father," he said, trying to shake him awake. Vader snorted, and jerked. He'd obviously been deeply asleep, and that was probably a good thing, in Luke's opinion, but he was also likely to come up sore if he slept like that for long. "Don't you know better than to fall asleep in a chair?"

"I sleep whenever I can. It's not often that I can sleep deeply enough to get actual rest," he complained sleepily. He got up, adjusted the position he was holding Jaina in, and headed off to the cabins. He settled Jaina down in the bunk she had been given, and covered her. She was still sound asleep, but he knew from experience that she'd be up in an hour, maybe less.

"I wanted to talk to you," Luke said.

"What about?"

He shrugged. "I don't really know. I haven't had the chance to just talk to you."

"Oh," Vader said, and thought for a moment as to what would be something they could talk about. "Well, when did you first learn to fly?"