Leia was in a fairly decent mood as she made her way down the corridor, a stack of data-pads in her hand and a hot, fresh brewed cup of caf in the other hand. She hummed lightly to herself before she made her way into to the Control Center and over to where Captain Rex was currently going over the funeral arrangements for all those in his Division who had died during the Battle of Ordun, one of the data-files in her hand falling into his empty ones.

"Good morning, Captain," she said as she flashed the older Clone a bright smile, despite the grim situation that he had been put in charge of.

"Good morning your Highness. More data to be filed?" he asked as he looked down at the pad in his hand.

"I know you're busy, but Mon Mothma and General Dodonna need these on file as soon as possible."

He sighed, "I'll see to them as soon as I'm done with this."

He wasn't annoyed, just- stressed at the task before him. He never enjoyed planning funerals, especially for those as young and promising as Lt. Barra and the other men and women who had perished. He didn't even have most of their bodies, only that of Irena Barra and two other young pilots.

Leia leaned in to briefly look down at their personnel files as well as the eulogies that had been written for the ceremony later, a small farewell given by those who had known and worked with them.

"Well, I'll leave it to you then," she said as she turned to make her way out the door before she stopped short and turned back to face him, a question on her lips as she addressed him once again.

"Do you know where Luke is? I have some reports I need him to look over."

"Saw him earlier. He's in his quarters meditating," he said, barely looking up at her.

"What was he meditating on?" she asked curiously as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Something important," said Rex, deliberately choosing not to expand on that statement. "I'm sure he won't mind your presence though."

"I hope he doesn't, cause I really need these reports done today," she said as she shifted the stack in her hands. "Thanks, Captain."

"No problem, your Highness," he said as he flashed her a bright smile before she made her way out into the hallway, her shoes softly padding against the hard floor beneath her as she set off for Luke's quarters.

She hummed lightly to herself as she smiled to all of the personnel who were also making their way through the corridors, all of them stepping aside for the Princess. She was in the middle of saying hello to a fellow Alderaanian when something inside of her suddenly went eerily still before a painful coldness took over her body, racing from her chest down to her toes and back.

She paused as a small gasp escaped her lips, her hand coming over her chest as the data-files fell to the floor with a loud clanking sound, which she didn't hear at all. In fact, she didn't hear anything other than the sound of her heart beating rapidly inside of her chest.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

She didn't know how, she just knew.

"Luke," she whispered under her breath, but found that that was not the right answer to that question.

Luke was fine, a bit depressed, but other than that he was perfectly fine. This was not Luke that she was feeling, but it was eerily similar at the same time.

She didn't know Anakin all that well, but not even she could deny that he felt familiar- all too familiar to her. From the moment she had met the gangly blond, teenager, she had felt as though she had known him- which was insane because she had never once met him in her entire life.

The data-files were all but forgotten as she set off in the direction that the… the disturbance was originating from.

She didn't know why she felt the need to make sure that Anakin was alright, she just knew she needed to see him. He was so young and she would be lying if she said she hadn't felt protective of him seeing as he was her friend. But in that moment the desire to check in on him was overpowering.

"Leia!" came Luke's surprised and somewhat frantic tone.

"Luke?" she asked as she came to halt, her brown eyes racing over to meet his blue ones.

He quickly closed the distance between them, his eyes boring into her as he came to stand in front of her, his taller stature blocking her from the door to his own quarters, where she had felt Anakin's presence originating from.

"What are you doing here?" he asked softly.

"I- I think Anakin is in trouble, so I came to make sure he was alright. Why? Have you sensed it too?"

He nodded, "he's- he's just dealing with some stuff right now."

"Stuff?" she asked, her left eyebrow raised. "What sort of stuff?" she demanded suspiciously.

Luke looked conflicted, his face twisting as he looked over to the door of his quarters before he grabbed Leia by the arm, gentle but commanding at the same time, which did not bode well with the Princess.

He started to lead her away and Leia was about to protest when he looked at her sternly, everything he needed to say to her conveyed in one simple look that made her snap her mouth shut.

"Luke?" she asked, her voice coming out much softer than she had anticipated. "What's going on?"

"It's hard to explain, and I want to tell you, Leia. But I have no idea how," he said as his voice cracked near the end, his blue eyes growing sadder by the second as his grip on her shoulder softened, but he still held onto her, as if her touch brought him comfort.

"You know you can tell me anything, Luke," she said.

He stared down at her for a few silent, contemplative moments before he brought a nervous hand up and brushed a strand of his blond hair away from his forehead.

"Just promise me you'll keep an open mind, okay?" he said as he looked between her and his quarters before he finally nodded for her to follow him as stepped away from the door, as if it wasn't safe for them there.

"I'll try," she said as she folded her arms across her chest and waited patiently for him to begin.

"Have you noticed anything about Anakin? Anything familiar that you can't quite place but you can feel?" he asked suddenly.

Leia scrunched up her forehead in thought at the strange, yet intuitive question.

"Think," he urged. "What does the Force tell you about him?"

"He feels-" she said softly as she searched for the right word. "Familiar. I don't know, but it feels as though I've met him before. Is that weird?"

"No," he said shaking his head. "It's not weird at all."

"Luke?" asked Leia softly, a small tendril of fear and anticipation blossoming in her chest. "What are you not telling me?"

He wanted to tell her something, but he was struggling to find the right way to do it. She could feel it, his earnest desire to share something with her. Something big.

"Do you believe in time travel?" he asked out of the blue, nervous eyes staring down at her.

Leia paused, her brain tickling at the thought and her neck tingling for some strange reason.

She wanted to say that time travel wasn't possible, only in fiction, but then again-

"Well I- I can't say that I do believe in it, necessarily, but something tells me that if it were possible, that it would be because of the Force."

"But you know it's possible, Leia. Search your feelings," he urged softly. "The Force is capable of many things."

She let out an exasperated sigh as she delved deeper into herself, her own potential and her own understanding of the Force and found no fault with what he was claiming.

"Okay," she said after a few moments of silence. "I believe you, but why are you telling me this unless-"

She paused as her mind finally connected the dots that had been right in front of her. It only made sense that somehow Anakin was from the past-?

"Is he-?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side.

"From the past? Yes, about twenty-eight years or so," he said in confirmation.

"Oh wow," said Leia as she drew her hand to her chest, the corridor around them seeming much smaller than originally.

"I know, crazy right?" asked Luke as he let out a huff. "Unfortunately, I wish that was the craziest thing about this story."

"What more is there?"

He stared down at her for a few contemplative moments before his hand came to rest of her shoulder, his fingers sinking into her brown strands that she had left loose that day before he finally looked back into her eyes, sadness flitting across them.

"What do you remember of your birth parents?"

"My birth parents?" she asked, her forehead scrunching together at the strange question.

She had never known much about the people that had given her life, only what her adopted parents had decided to tell her, which was not much.

Her father had mentioned once that her mother had died giving birth to her and her birth father had died in the Clone War, a tragic ending to a family that could've been. Leia had thought of them before, but she had never tried to find out more about them.

She was content with the family that she did have.

But when Leia had been young, she had dreamed of a woman whom she could only presume to be her birth mother. But it couldn't have been her seeing as she had died when Leia had been but mere minutes old.

She had dismissed the dreams as being figments of her imagination having stemmed from the yearning to know the woman who had birthed her.

"Nothing, I never knew them. My mother died giving birth to me and my father perished in the Clone Wars, why?"

"My father fought in the Clone Wars too, and until recently I too thought he had perished in them," said Luke with a far-a-way look in his eyes. "I never knew him, or my mother for that matter. I have no memory of them."

Leia stared up at him, trying to figure out where he was taking this before her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. She had a distinct feeling where this conversation was going now, and it was strange, but it also made sense.

"Luke," she began earnestly. "Is Anakin your-?"

He nodded as a pained expression danced across his features. "A younger version of him, but him nonetheless."

"How long have you known?"

"Ever since we met him. I could just feel it, you know? And then he told me his backstory and I knew. There aren't many former slaves from Tatooine with the name Anakin Skywalker, especially ones who had been trained in the ways of the Force."

"So the Force brought him here. Why?" he asked as her hand came to rest on his arm in an attempt to soothe him.

"That's the difficult part," he began slowly. "You see, during my duel with Vader on Bespin, I learned something- interesting about my father. My father never died, he just lost his way."

"Lost his way?"

"Yeah," he said as he knitted his eyebrows together. "But I'll get back to that in a minute. There's something else about Anakin Skywalker you should know."

"What?" she asked, a feeling of anticipation growing in her chest and spreading out.

"Anakin Skywalker is your birth father too," he said softly. "Which makes us siblings, twins to be exact."

Leia began to shake her head but was interrupted by Luke, his demeanor both pressing and urgent as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders, his strong calloused hands digging softly into her flesh. He was gentle, but strong in his conviction to make her see the truth.

"Search your feelings, Leia. You know it to be true.

She wanted to rebuke him, tell him that he was crazy for saying such things, but she instead found herself staring up into his gentle and kind face. An image of a woman, beautiful yet sad invaded her mind as she started to see the similarities between her and her newfound brother.

Leia closed her eyes as she searched within herself for the truth, and found it to be just that- the truth. It seemed impossible that she was the daughter of a former slave turned Jedi, but she could feel it in her heart.

She opened her eyes slowly before she turned to look over at Luke's quarters, where she could feel Anakin's distressed presence emanating from. She could feel that he was in just as much shock as she was, and she understood that he knew too.

Judging from his shock and sadness, he had just found out as well.

"Twins," she mumbled under her breath before she looked back up at Luke, a soft smile spreading across her lips. "You're my brother."

"And you're my sister," he said as he drew her into a hug, his strong arms wrapping her close to him as he inhaled deeply.

"How long have you known?" she asked as she pulled away from him.

"Ben told Anakin and I the truth only a few minutes ago."

Luke had told her that Ben Kenobi's ghost would occasionally appear to him and although she had been skeptical at first, she no longer questioned the validity of Luke's strange and Force-related statements. If she had been taught anything in theis past couple of years alone, it was that the Force was capable of anything.

"How did he take it?" she asked, curiosity laced in her voice.

"He took the news that we're his- children hard at first, but that's not really what shocked him the most."

"Oh? And what was that?" pressed Leia.

"I haven't told anybody else this, and I wouldn't be telling you this right now if you didn't deserve to know. During my duel with Vader on Bespin, I learned something very interesting about the fate of our father."

"I thought you once told me that Darth Vader had killed him," said Leia softly.

"That's what Ben told me, but I know that to be a lie. Our father never died at the hands of Vader, Leia. Vader- is our father."

Leia shook her head as her lips deepened into a troubled frown. Her mouth felt suddenly dry as she drew away from Luke, his touch, which had been comforting before, not felt like burning embers against her skin.

She didn't want to believe it, but she could feel it. It was no wonder why Anakin felt so familiar to him, and not just in the sense of him being her birth father.

She could never forget the feeling of his dark tendrils trying to break through her shields, the feeling of his gloved hand closing around her throat as he squeezed, his monotone voice low and threatening.

Sooner or later, your Highness, you will talk…

He had tortured her, and he had enjoyed it. Her misery and her pain had fueled him further as he tried so hard to break her, as if she was nothing more than a toy that he could play with until he got tired of her.

It was a triumph to her that she had not bent to his will like so many others. Despite his attempts, her spirit had not been broken and she had walked away from that interrogation, scarred but not hindered in her mission.

But knowing that the man that had done that was her own father was something Leia did not think she was ready to accept, not now not ever. She had never given her birth father much thought these last few years, but she had never imagined-

"No," she said, her voice quivering as her hands started to shake. "No, it can't be."

"I'm sorry, Leia," said Luke as he grabbed her quivering hands into his own larger ones. "I know how hard this must be for you but it is true."

"No," she said, her tone low and menacing as she stared up at her brother with newfound conviction. "Bail Organa was my father, not that machine."

"Of course Bail was your father, Leia. There's no debating that, but Anakin Skywalker is your father too. Maybe not in that sense, but by birth he is."

Leia inhaled deeply as her eyes shot over to the room at the end of the corridor where a- young Vader was currently hiding out in.

She shuddered at the prospect that all this time a younger version of Vader had been playing Rebel with them, pretending to be one of them. Just how much of them had he learned in his time here? Would he use this information in the future to destroy them?

Could he even be trusted?

"I am not denying that," she said finally after a few moments of calculated silence. "But we cannot simply ignore the fact that Anakin is Vader."

"Anakin isn't Vader," said Luke defensively. "Anakin never did any of those things, Leia."

"Not yet," she hissed. "But he will. What are we supposed to do about that?"

"Nothing," said Luke. "He came here for a reason, Leia. Now that he has seen this future, he won't let it come to pass when he returns to his own time. Besides, it's not like we can kill him. Unless you've forgotten how time travel works, we kill him and we won't ever be born."

"I'm not saying we should kill him," said Leia as she bit her lip until she could taste the blood. "But I don't want to have anything to do with him, you hear me?"

"Leia-"

"No," she said shaking her head. "You may be able to see the difference between him and that machine, but I can't."

"Okay," said Luke with a defeated sigh. "I'll tell him to stay away from you. But you know you can't avoid him forever."

"We'll see," muttered Leia under her breath as she turned on her heels and made her way down the corridor in a flurry of unprecedented rage.

"Leia!" yelled Luke, but she chose not to listen as she continued down the corridor, tears stinging her eyes and threatening to fall down.

"Leia please," begged Luke, but it was not his voice that she heard calling out to her.

"Leia please," came the soft voice of a woman, her tone both sad and pleading as she called after the young Princess.

Leia paused as she looked back to Luke to see if he too had heard that voice, but judging from the look on his face, he had not.

"Leia, please don't be mad at Anakin. He needs us."

Leia stared at him silently for a few moments as she contemplated the meaning of his words. But she felt nothing for Anakin nor did she want to help him.

It was selfish and she knew that they were being given a rare opportunity to prevent the past from coming true.

But she wanted to be selfish. She didn't want to think about Anakin or his needs.

She just wanted him gone.

"No, he doesn't need me," began Leia softly. "And I don't need him!"

"Yes you do," came that soft voice in her head, but Leia ignored it; pushing it out until she could no longer hear it.

And with that she turned on her heel and disappeared down the corridor, leaving a very forlorn Luke behind in her wake.

AN: Short chapter but with lots of emotion and reveals! Now Leia knows the truth and she's going to have to deal with that as well as poor Anakin, who is only seventeen and already has a child who hates him (that poor boy).

Now, I have to say that I have been really busy lately what with finals, Christmas shopping, two family birthdays, the SAT, banquet, trips, and sadly my friend's dad passing away. And I am still really busy, so I might not be able to update until possibly after Christmas, maybe before if I get lucky and find the time.

Anyways, Happy Holidays! May yours be less stressful than mine.

:)