A/N: This story is about to get into the crazy and possibly unrealistic, depending on your opinion. Without giving too much away, just assume that the Force is All Powerful and can do whatever it wants, so please just enjoy the story for what it is. I've had this idea in my head for something like forever and I'm so happy to finally be writing it, so please don't try and tell me that my idea isn't scientifically feasible or something like that; it will only make me sad and reluctant to continue writing the story. :P

Intervention:

Previously…

When Kanan found himself falling through empty space again, he was at least better prepared for it this time.

And he also had working eyes now, so that didn't hurt anything.

With a long and somewhat desperate reach of his arm, he caught the first energy pathway he could reach, which was two down from the drama above. Kriffing Sith Lord, he grumbled to himself as he dangled by the tips of his fingers for a few seconds before, with a grunt, he reached up with his second arm and then pulled himself up onto the pathway. Bloody hell! Is this déjà vu or what!

As soon as he'd gained his feet, Kanan started looking for his Padawan with slightly frantic dashes of eyes. He could sense that the boy was somewhere in the vast space, but there was so much energy coming from the portals that he couldn't pinpoint him. "Ezra!" "EZRA!" he added again in a mental shout.

"I'm okay," the boy sent back almost instantly. "Just a little breathless. I fell on my back on another pathway."

Kanan spun around, not seeing Ezra anywhere near him, looked down, and then finally tried up, as unlikely as he'd originally thought that to be. But perhaps I was wrong, he thought as he saw a shadow on a path above and across from him, but it was hard to be sure. Closing to his eyes and switching to his Force Sight, as he should have done in the first place, confirmed that the shape on the path was the familiar outline of his almost-son. He jumped up and across the space and had another sense of déjà vu. I've made this jump already today! Have I really gone in a weird-ass circle?

Knowing the Force, yes.

Kanan knelt by Ezra's still somewhat wheezing form where he lay on the path. "Hey. You good? I thought we'd cured you of your propensity for terrible landings," he couldn't help but tease.

"Yeah," the teenager pushed himself up into a sitting position, parking his elbows on his raised knees and shooting Kanan a disgusted eye roll. "I REALLY just wasn't expecting to be tossed off into nothingness like that." Ezra took a moment to look around, his eyes widening as he took in the portals and paths and how very endless the strange dimension appeared. "Karabast," he breathed in awe. "Where the kriff are we?"

"Don't know," Kanan said truthfully. "And it's really too complicated to explain what I have figured out right now. All I do know is that you need to get back to Sabine and close that portal from the outside so no one else can get in."

"All right." Ezra hopped to his feet, looking alarmingly grown up in his scout trooper armour. Where the hell did the years go? Kanan wondered as the boy looked up at the next pathway that they'd been thrown from and they could see the red and white glow of flying lightsabres moving amazingly fast back and forth along it. "But what about you and Ahsoka? How will you get out? And what about Vader?"

Kanan watched the battle for a moment as a glimmer of a plan formed. "I have an idea about that. A really good one, too, I think."

"Kanan…" Ezra said warningly, giving him an alarmed look. "Why do I feel like I'm not going to like your idea?"

The older Jedi smiled crookedly. "As much as I don't like your ideas sometimes, I've always trusted you, right?"

The boy nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. I guess."

Kanan grabbed Ezra's armoured shoulders, forcing him to understand how serious this was. "Then trust me now. I need you to close that portal. I'm sure between yourself and Sabine, you'll figure it out. Vader can't go back through it, not for my plan to work. He can't tell the Emperor what he saw in here. And do what you have to to silence that scientist as well."

Ezra nodded solemnly and touched Kanan's arms fleetingly in return. "Okay. I'll trust you. But I better see you again."

Kanan shot him a look full of approval and parental love, letting him feel the same down their bond as well. "You will. I promise."

Ezra snorted, since they both knew how hard promises were to keep sometimes. "I'm holding you to that. And when I do, you're going to tell me how your eyes look perfect again, deal?"

Kanan had almost forgotten about that, what with everything else that had happened in the last few hours. "Deal."

Ezra shot him a mournful grin, and then he was leaping up onto the pathway behind the battling ex Master and Apprentice and sprinting for the wolf-encircled portal. Vader never even noticed, since Ahsoka was keeping him so busy, which was probably for the best.

Kanan sighed in relief that Ezra would be safe now, and if his plan worked, maybe wake up one day in world that had never been ruled by an evil Empire.

Then he was sprinting with Force enhanced speed along his current pathway, away from the battling duo and towards a pathway that dipped downwards sharply compared to this one. If he was right about his circuitous route, he'd find the portal he was looking for on that path.

One really big leap, a desperate grab, and a bit more sprinting later, Kanan skidded to a stop in front of a portal that showed a young Ahsoka walking down the Coruscant Temple steps into a setting sun with a woebegone Anakin Skywalker watching her.

With no time to spare – since he wasn't sure how long Ahsoka could last against Vader on her own, no matter how skilled and agile she was – Kanan simply reached through the portal, grabbed the back of Anakin's black tabard in a desperate fist, and yanked, pulling the Chosen One out of his reality and into… whatever this place was.

Just like before, putting even part of his body into the portal made Kanan feel dizzy as hell, but at least he was still better off than Anakin, who looked very pale and green at the same time as he swayed on his feet for a moment or ten, eyes darting around wildly as he tried to process what had just happened and figure out what he was looking at. Kanan helpfully kept a hold of his tabard so that the younger man didn't keel over and fall down to who-knew-where.

"Easy, deep breaths," Kanan said helpfully. "It'll pass."

Like any good Padawan who was used to listening to a Master's voice and generally obeying it, Anakin closed his eyes and inhaled slowly once. On the exhale, his eyes opened and he looked infinitely better. Kanan let him go, sensing his support wasn't needed anymore. His piercing blue eyes locked on Kanan. "Where are we? Who are you? And why did you bring me here?"

Kanan explained as briefly as possible. "We're in a dimension of limitless times and possibilities. You might remember me as Caleb Dume. We met a few times when you taught a random mechanics class to the younglings. I'll be the Padawan of Master Billaba, but that hasn't happened yet in your timeline, so you'll just have to trust me on that. And I brought you here to save Ahsoka from an evil Sith Lord and, also, hopefully, the future of the entire galaxy."

Anakin blinked twice, looked around at the vast space around them with assessing eyes, the portal he'd just been pulled through that now just showed the outside of the Temple, raked his gaze up and down Kanan once, settling for a long moment on his lightsabre, and then nodded. "Alrighty then. Seems as feasible as any of the other insane things I've seen and done. Where's Ahsoka?"

Kanan pointed in the right general direction. "That way. It's a bit of sprint."

Anakin half nodded as he tucked Ahsoka's Padawan beads into a pouch on his belt. "Lead the way."

Kanan did, running as fast as he could.

This is officially the craziest day of my life. If I wake up and find out it was all a dream, I won't be surprised at all.

As Anakin dashed after a bearded and ponytailed man who looked about thirty years old and could possibly be the same person as the eager, teal eyed youngling he remembered teaching in a class not even three weeks ago, he decided that what was happening right now was officially even nuttier than what had happened in the Mortis realm. And I've only been in this realm for two minutes. It's bound to get even crazier, knowing my luck.

But Ahsoka! She's in trouble! I don't care that she just left me behind, I'll always come to her rescue.

I wonder how old she'll be if Dume has aged that much.

Half a minute later, after passing a few more portals he got his answer.

Dume had led him up a path that ran vertically compared to some of the other paths until it too levelled out and he was now looking down at a nearly invisible pathway below that had two combatants on it. One was a massive caped and helmeted man in black wielding a red lightsabre, and the other was his Snips with two glowing white sabres.

Except she wasn't his Snips. She was definitely taller and her montrals and lekku decidedly longer. She was a full-grown woman now and he nearly teared up to see confirmation that she would survive out in the galaxy without the Order. And thrive, too, if her quality armour and those karking awesome new lightsabres are any indication. Force, am I ever proud of her. Obi-Wan would be too, if he could see her now.

One thing that hadn't changed about her, though, was that she was still just as agile and fierce as ever in her combat style. The Sith was powerful and radiated a cold hatred into the Force not even Dooku had come close to, but Ahsoka was outmatching him in speed and cleverness. All in all, they were fairly equally matched, meaning the duel could go on indefinitely until one of them ran out of energy.

Or not, he thought in alarm as the Sith nearly bent Ahsoka over backward as she held him off with crossed white blades. "Right. Time to save the day," he mumbled to himself and the other Jedi – who wasn't dressed like a Jedi but certainly felt like one in the Force - crouching beside him.

Anakin dropped down to the pathway below and between the two combatants right after Ahsoka had managed to push the Sith back half a metre. He had his lightsabre in hand and lit by the time he landed, and raised it just in time to block a vicious swing from the caped bad guy.

Anakin snarled into the soulless black eyes of the Sith's helmet. Try picking on someone your own size, echuta.

He couldn't see the eyes of the man behind the mask, but he could feel his shock and the Dark energy that hummed from him every bit as much as it had in someone else he'd had the misfortune to meet. This guy could probably give the Son, the Father, and even the Daughter all at once a run for their credits if he really wanted to.

Good thing I'm the karking Chosen One and I have that much power too. Especially in here where there's so much to draw from. And I've got two more Jedi as backup, he added as he saw Dume land behind the Sith with a blue lightsabre in hand and a determined look on his face.

Anakin let his expression slide into a wicked grin. You're going down, Sith scumbag.

"Skyguy?" Ahsoka tentatively from behind him, her voice sounding slightly older, but still unmistakably hers. Anakin's silly heart skipped a beat to hear it, so afraid not even ten minutes ago that he might never do so again.

Anakin glanced at her over his shoulder, grinning madly even as he kept his sabre locked with the Sith Lord's. Her sky blue eyes were positively huge as she gawked at him with her sabres still poised in readiness. And even though she was years older, their bond rang with the same warm 'hello' it always had when they'd been apart for more than ten minutes. "Hi, Snips. Looking good by the way. Very regal and grown up. You looked like you could use some help with this hulking sleemo. Am I wrong?"

He ignored the rumble of annoyance from the tall Sith - whose breathing seemed to be controlled for him, weirdly enough – and grinned even wider when Ahsoka answered in the same slightly exasperated tone she tended to use with him more often than not. "Thanks. And no, you're not entirely wrong. But I was handling it."

"I saw that. And you were doing great," Anakin reassured. "But I figured it was my turn for a bit," he explained as Tall, Dark, and Angry gave up trying to push him back and moved to start the deadly dance of swords again that Anakin was so familiar with. They parried twice in the exact same testing swings of Form V and then locked lightsabres again as he could feel the bigger man assessing him every bit as much as he was assessing back as they stood practically chest to chest.

They both moved to continue their fight at the same time, but suddenly Anakin couldn't move. And by the way his opponent had stiffened, neither could he. What the kark?

Anakin knew a Force hold when he felt one, and this was it, but it also wasn't.

He was being held by the Force, yes, but not by a person. If a person were holding him this well (which very few Force users were strong enough to do – much easier to just concentrate on the neck and lift), it would feel like a full body crush. But he wasn't being crushed. It was more like every cell in his body had simply been stopped in time and he had no control of them anymore.

And then his cells started to vibrate, and he could tell from the fear he could feel from the Sith right in front of him that he was probably experiencing the same alarming sensation. His body vibrated faster and faster, and then there were tiny glowing white lights from out of nowhere swirling around himself and the other man. Faster and faster they swirled as well as the very atoms he was made of decided to rearrange themselves in new ways.

For a few seconds, he was sure he was floating above the swirling mass of light, and that he wasn't alone up there. The other being seemed to be pushing against him, so Anakin pushed back automatically until they suddenly merged. For a split second, the other consciousness was incredibly foreign to him, and then suddenly it wasn't and Anakin had never been more afraid in his life.

The Jedi Knight's mind couldn't deal with what was happening anymore, so he quite willingly blacked out.

Ahsoka couldn't believe that her Master was here.

Nor could she believe that he was fighting his future self in his Darkest form.

But Anakin was. And she had the familiar bond tingling happily in the back of her mind to prove it.

She glanced at Kanan on the other side of the combatants to double check that he was seeing this too, and found him looking as fascinated as she felt. The incredible unrealism of the moment wasn't lost on her friend either. And she knew it couldn't last beyond this brief time; that her Master would have to go back through whatever portal Kanan must have pulled him from.

I wish… I wish that I could have Anakin back for real.

Morai landed on her shoulder with a soft chirp as Anakin and Vader locked their red and blue blades again, staring each other down. She didn't think much of it until they didn't move again for a good half minute. And when the little glowy white lights floated up from the abyss of nowhere and everywhere to surround and engulf them she really became concerned. "Kanan, what's happening?"

"I don't know," he called back. There was so much light now between them that she couldn't even see Kanan anymore. It was like Anakin and Vader where being consumed by a whirlwind of the Force. "I can't even tell you if it's a good thing or not."

Kanan was right in that. Because she couldn't tell either. What she could feel of the anomaly before her didn't come across as evil or Dark, but it certainly wasn't normal either. But then again, this whole portal realm isn't normal, so what do I know of what can and can't happen?

She waited with baited breath for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a minute for the swirling lights to stop and disperse. And when the finally did, Ahsoka could only stare in confusion at the body lying on the pathway for another dozen seconds or so while she tried to process what she was seeing.

Because, first, there was only one person dressed in black on the pathway. And second, she was pretty sure it both was and wasn't either of the two men who had been standing in that spot before. As little sense as that made.

The man was wearing Vader's helmet, cape, gloves, and boots, but was clothed in Anakin's dark tunics and tabard. He appeared to be taller than Anakin, but shorter than Vader. And in his hands were both of the unlit lightsabres.

Ahsoka looked up at Kanan who was standing not far from the man's head, his lightsabre barely being held by nerveless-looking fingers. At the reminder, she wrapped her own fingers around her hilts a little tighter, not quite willing to put them away just yet. "Holy frag. What did the Force just do?"

Kanan just shook his head in slow motion, his expression still in the goggle-eyed stage she was slowly blinking herself out of.

And then the man groaned and sat up, a hand going up to his helmeted head, Anakin's lightsabre clonking against the plastoid. "Karking hell," he groaned out in the Vader voice she was used to hearing from that helmet. "I feel like I just tried to drink Hondo under the table again and lost."

Then the man looked at the lightsabres in his hands in surprise and put them down between his feet so that he could pull the helmet off and toss it off to the side after looking inside it. The grimacing person under the helmet was Anakin, but maybe ten years older looking. He ripped off the breathing and voice apparatus that was still attached to his neck with a growl of distaste. "What happened? What the kark is all this? And why was there, like, a thousand tiny needles sticking in my head?"

Ahsoka couldn't answer that. Not only because she wasn't entirely sure, even if she did have a few ideas, but because she was once again shocked to the point of speechlessness.

Her bond with him was still strong and more or less normal feeling, and the man now looking up at her with confused but familiar crystal blue eyes felt like his usual blend of Light with just the vaguest hint of hidden danger lurking in the background. He was her Skyguy, that was clear enough. But what happened to Vader? Is he now part of Anakin? And what does that mean for the man I grew to love as the beloved big brother I was never supposed to have?

Ahsoka looked from Anakin to Kanan and back to Anakin again and then knelt in front of him, putting her lightsabres away on her belt as she did so. Morai flew up to Kanan's shoulder like she knew that Ahsoka wouldn't want the distraction right now. She gazed into the man's eyes, searching their bond at the same time, looking for any sign of the evil Sith called Darth Vader and finding no evidence of it except for a lingering sense of guilt she didn't think Anakin was yet consciously aware of.

Relieved and still not quite trusting of what was right in front of her, she nevertheless smiled tentatively at him. "I think… I think the Force just gave me my Master back, but in the most complicated way it could think of."

A/N: So I have some news.

I'm now unemployed. Because I've moved. I have another job lined up, but it doesn't start until April at the earliest, which means I'll have lots and lots of time to write for you guys. That's the good news. The bad news is that after cleaning stalls and taking care of horses for 26 years, I feel it's time to try and do something a little more meaningful with my life before I kick the bucket and my headstone says, 'Here Lies the World's Best Stall Cleaner'.

What I really want to be is a full-time writer. I'd prefer to just write fanfics for you all, but it's already been proven to me that that just isn't possible. (I didn't even receive a single 'thank you' virtual coffee for Christmas from my 'adoring' readers.) So I've started converting as many of my stories as I can into original works and have set up a website where you all can continue reading your favourite stories in a somewhat different version for a small fee. (50 cents a chapter or $5 for an entire finished story is what I'm currently thinking. Anyone agree with me that this sounds fair?)

I'll also continue picking away at the fanfics that I can't convert because they're just too strongly based on canon, but probably not as often as you're used to. (Which is already months between updates because of how many stories I have, lol.)

If there's anyone out there who'd prefer that I write your fanfics full-time as they are instead, well... you know what to do. And if you don't, pm me. My Facebook page, TheLoneRebel's Stories, will have updates and new information as it becomes available.