AN: A fic loosely based on the film Enter Nowhere, which is a multigenerational time travel movie. This idea has been in my head for some time now and since I'm stuck in quarantine... Well, here you go. I hope you enjoy.

Nineteen-year-old Leia Organa awoke with the sun on her face. The heat was intense and unrelenting— scorching her pale skin. She had gone to sleep in her bed on Alderaan and had woken to a desert wasteland under the glare of twin suns surrounded by an endless sea of sand.

She was not on Alderaan anymore. She didn't know where she was.

Groaning, she stood up and glanced down at herself, surprised to find herself dressed in her white Senatorial gown— her beautiful white Senatorial gown that was now covered in sand, prompting her to let out a string of unladylike curses as she desperately tried to brush the skirts out. She glanced up at her surroundings to see rolling sand dunes sprawled out in every direction for as far as the eye could see.

Wherever she was, it was a barren wasteland of nothingness. She doubted anyone could survive out here.

"You're awake," came a voice from behind her. "I was beginning to think you were dead."

Startled, she turned around to see a young boy not much older than her. If she had to judge from his appearance alone, she would have to guess that he was around her own age. He stared up at her from the ground with kind blue eyes that reminded her of the sky.

Leia Organa took in the boy's appearance, from his sandy blond hair to his dark robes that looked glaringly out of place to the braid that rested on his shoulder.

"Wh— who are you?" she asked, instinctively reaching for a blaster that no longer was there. "Where am I?"

The boy tilted his head in confusion, "you don't know where you are? Did you hit your head?"

She huffed in annoyance, "well if I did, I wouldn't have asked you."

She watched as he raised an amused eyebrow at her remark, much to her chagrin.

"And no," she continued, "for your information, I did not hit my head. When I went to sleep last night, I most decidedly was not here— wherever here is. I was on Alderaan."

The boy snorted, "well I hate to break it to you, but you're a long way from Alderaan. In fact, if there's a bright center of the universe, you're on the planet farthest from it."

"What's the supposed to mean?"

He sighed as he rose to his feet, "look, you're in the Outer Rim. Tatooine to be exact."

The Outer Rim?! How in Sith's hells did she get here?

"You're joking," she responded, crossing her arms over her chest for emphasis.

The boy grimaced at her tone as he kicked at a lone rock beneath his boots, "afraid not, m'lady."

"Well— how did I get here then? Did you kidnap me?" she demanded, narrowing her brown eyes at the stranger. This would not have been the first time that someone threatened to kidnap her and hold her for ransom because of her royal status.

"No, I didn't kidnap you!" replied the boy, aghast. "Why the kriff would I do that?"

"Because I'm the—" she began before realizing that her identifying herself as the Princess of Alderaan to some strange boy would probably not be the best idea, "you know what, forget it. It's not important."

The boy stared at her, the full weight of his blue eyes making her uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes at her as if he was trying to read her like a book. His gaze was very intense— much like the glare of the twin suns overhead.

Finally, he tore his gaze away from her and sighed, "look, I understand your confusion. But I didn't kidnap you," he said before adding; "I went to sleep on Coruscant last night and woke up here with you. I don't understand it either."

Leia frowned at his choice of words, "Coruscant? You mean Imperial Center?"

He gave her a strange look, "Imperial Center?"

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes. If he wanted to use old terminology, then she could play along. "Coruscant then. Do you have any idea how we got here?"

He shrugged, "how am I supposed to know? One moment I was in my quarters in the Temple and the next I was here with you. I thought that maybe it was the Force that brought us here, but I don't know."

She huffed in annoyance, "well that's just great. Neither one of us seems to know how we ended up here let alone how we're going to get off this dustbowl."

"We could find a ship," he suggested.

Leia rolled her eyes, "and where pray tell are we going to find one, genius?"

"No need to be rude," he said defensively. "Unless you haven't noticed, you and I are both in the same boat here."

He made a good point as much as it frustrated her. She shook her head as she looked around at their surroundings. In truth, she had no idea where they were or what direction they should go, but what she did know however was that they needed to find shelter as well as food and water.

She groaned at the heat as she pulled at the collar of her thick white robes, trying to feel so much as a breeze or slight wind. But there was nothing. In fact, save for the intense heat as well as the dryness in her throat, Leia didn't feel anything.

"We need food and water," she said as she fanned herself, "this heat is unbearable."

"We also need to find shelter," he said before adding; "trust me when I say you don't want to get caught out here at night."

"Why? Does it get cold?" she asked, hopeful. The cold she could deal with, but the heat was an entirely different story. Already she could feel her delicate, pale skin beginning to burn.

"It does, but that's not what I'm worried about," he replied as he walked towards the edge of the dune that they stood on, the sands shifting beneath his feet. He offered no further explanation as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply while Leia watched in silence.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes. "We should go south."

Leia scoffed, "and how do you know that's the best direction to go?"

"I just do," was his simple reply as he began to slide down the dune, his heavy boots digging into the yellow sand as Leia hiked up her skirts and traipsed after him, slightly annoyed that he seemed to be taking the lead instead of her.

"And how do you know we shouldn't head east or west?" she countered, hating the coarse sand that had already managed to find itself in her boots.

"If we headed west all we'd find is the Jundland Waste," he said before adding; "you don't want to be there when the suns set and there's nothing east."

"How do you know?"

"I'm from here," was his simple reply. "Anchorhead is this way," he said as he pointed south, "it's certainly not Mos Espa or Mos Eisley, but we might be able to find a ship there. If not, I'm sure we could find you secure passage back to Alderaan."

She huffed, "at this point, I don't care. So long as we can get the hell off this planet and back home."

"And I need to get back to Coruscant," he said, his expression turning somber, "sooner rather than later."

She could sense the urgency in his voice. The desperation as well as the need.

"What's on Coruscant?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"An old friend of mine," he said, his posture changing, "I was supposed to meet her today. I haven't seen her in ten years."

She could the ghost of a smile on his lips at the mention of his friend, but it was wiped clean off his face as he glared out at the rolling dunes, "and now I'm stuck here of all places," he said, bitterly.

"I thought you said this was your home?" asked Leia, noting his sour attitude of being back on his homeworld. Although, Leia had to admit that if she was him, she probably wouldn't be too thrilled to be here either.

He shook his head, "it's not that. I was born and raised here, but I left when I was nine. I never wanted to come back here, unless—" he trailed off, his thoughts going elsewhere.

"Unless what?" implored the young Senator as she watched the boy glance at her nervously.

He shifted his weight under the weight of her stare, his eyes darting across the horizon. It was almost as if he was looking for something— or someone.

He shook his head, "nothing. It's nothing."

Leia knew he was lying, but she didn't press the matter. Her main concern right now was getting off this barren planet without first succumbing to heat exhaustion, not asking this boy needless questions about his past.

"I was supposed to be somewhere today as well," she said, looking up at the sky as her thoughts drifted to that of her father. She was supposed to meet him that morning for a mission briefing, but clearly, that was not going to happen. She had no idea what was going to happen next, but she prayed that the Alliance would be successful in their attempt to steal the plans.

"Something important?"

"Yeah," she swallowed, "very important."

He glanced back at her, sympathetically.

"I'm sure whatever it is, you'll be back in time to finish it."

She snorted, "I doubt that, but thank you— whoever you are."

Here she was following after a complete stranger on a desert planet in the Outer Rim and she didn't even know his name, or who he was for that matter. And yet despite all of that, Leia felt as though she could trust him.

As if reading her thoughts, he turned to look at her.

"I guess if we're going to be traveling together, we should probably introduce ourselves," he said.

Leia chuckled, "yeah, I suppose we should."

"I'm Anakin," he smiled. "Anakin Skywalker."

"Leia," she matched his smile, but something nagged at corners of her mind as she followed after him. Perhaps the heat was starting to get to her, but Leia could've sworn that she had heard that name before.