Luke Skywalker Time Travel AU

A/N: There are several headcanons in all my writing, as you guys probably have noticed by now. And some of my headcanons, like in this story, are probably not canonically correct. But the ideas came from some of the books I've read, so they might be canonically correct as far as we know… but they are headcanons ️ The lightsaber scene in this first chapter was inspired by the ROTS novelization.

Also, nothing against Luke when he meets Anakin… I'm just trying to capture his personality and I feel his thoughts when he first meets Anakin might be accurate to him, but that's just my opinion.

Lastly, this story is something I started writing several years ago, and I am too lazy to go back and rewrite the whole thing (which is actually quite a bit). However, reading through what I had already written made me want to continue this story. So, please excuse the cheesy writing, as I wrote it when I was an early teen. I promise the story and the writing will get better as it continues.

Disclaimer: I'm playing with George's toys!

Throne Room, Death Star II

The Lightning stopped. Luke looked up to see why. His eyes widened at the side of his father, missing an arm, holding the emperor over his helmeted head. The emperor was screaming his lungs out, still shooting lightning, trying to get Darth Vader to put him down. Luke gasped as he realized what his father was doing; he was walking towards the reactor shaft! He was protecting him by killing the emperor!

Vader reached the edge of the reactor shaft; he gathered his strength and threw the emperor down into it. He watched the other man fall, until suddenly the old man imploded, sending blue winds of dark energy up the reactor shaft. Vader's cape blew in the winds. Once Vader was sure his former master was dead, he collapsed onto the ground behind him. There was movement at his side; his dying sensors told him it was his injured son. At least he was alive and would survive.

"Father…" Luke collapsed next to his beloved father.

"Luke, my son…" Vader acknowledged him. Luke pushed himself up.

"I've got to get you out of here." Luke panted as he strained to get his father to his feet.

A strange sound came from his father's vocoder. It sounded an awful lot like a groan of pain.

Several Moments Later…

Luke dragged his father's lifeless body into the shuttle, trying, and failing, to hold back tears. He flew out of the hanger just as the space station was exploding. The shuttle was enveloped by the light of the explosion. Luke closed his eyes to shield them from injury. When he opened them again, he was no longer inside the cockpit of the stolen imperial shuttle. In fact, he was no longer on a ship at all. Nor was he in the same section of the galaxy. He realized, with shock, that he was on Imperial Center.

"Hmph. Young one, move you should," came a voice from behind. "In my way, you are."

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry—" Luke turned around to face the person. "MASTER YODA?!" 'No. This can't be right!' Luke thought. 'Yoda's dead!'

"Hehe. Come with me you will, Luke. Explain, I will. Yes."

"Yes, Master Yoda." Luke started walking with him until they reached a building Luke never expected to see. "The Jedi Temple!" Luke was shocked beyond belief. Master Yoda hit his legs with his gimer stick.

"Yes, the Temple it is. Look so shocked, you should not. Draw unwanted attention, you will."

"Yes, Master. Please, stop hitting my legs." Yoda granted that wish.

"Come, come. To my quarters, we will go." With that, he headed into the Jedi Temple, Luke following.

Moments Later

"Time traveled, you have," Yoda dropped the bomb first thing, not bothering to ease Luke into it.

"That certainly explains a lot," Luke fought to remain calm, like a true Jedi.

"Know your story, I do, Luke Skywalker, son of Darth Vader, former Anakin Skywalker," Yoda continued. "The force explained to me everything. Here, to stop your future from happening, you are."

"Well, I'm glad I don't have to explain," Luke was relieved. "Or figure that out myself," he mumbled to himself.

"Fight in this war, you must. But first, your training you must finish."

"But I'm already a Jedi Knight!" Luke protested.

"In your time. In this time, your training, incomplete it is. Have time to train you completely, I did not. The training of a youngling do you have. Knighted in months were you. Years does it take to become a Jedi Knight."

"Oh. How long did my father spend in training? Or wait, is he still in training?"

"A Knight your father is," Luke smiled faintly at this. "Took him ten years, it did," Luke's jaw dropped. "Nineteen, he was." Luke realized that he had a long, long way to go.

"Oh dear…" Luke trailed off, lost in thought.

Months Later…

"Train you more, I cannot. Achieved the rank of beginning padawan, you have."

"Padawan?! You teach all that to kids?!" Yoda nodded. "That was hard!" This made Yoda chuckle.

"A special case, you are. Train alongside another padawan you will. Learn more that way, you will. Choose who you train alongside, you may. The Force, guide your choice it will"

Luke stretched out his feelings. He had met several Jedi padawans in his time at the Temple. Only one came to his mind. She was his friend as soon as he had met her. She kind of reminded him of Leia and Han. And, if he were honest with himself, a little of his father, too.

"Ahsoka. I feel I should train with Ahsoka," Luke determined.

"Young Ahsoka Tano. Thought I did, that choose her, you would. Her master, teach you well, he will," Yoda had a decidedly mischievous look in his eyes.

"When can I meet him?" Luke was very curious as to why his new master put that particular look in the grandmaster's eyes.

"Sparring in a rec room he is. Take you to watch, I will."

Said rec room was just down the hall.

"Informed him I did, That train under him, you might. Told him I did, of your skill level. And your love of ships. Share that passion, he does."

"He likes ships?" Yoda nodded, a sly grin on his face. Yoda was keeping something to himself, and he seemed to find it rather funny.

They entered the training room. The first thing Luke saw was the blue. It was beautiful. As he continued to watch the blue light dance, he realized it was two lightsabers. He studied the two combatants. They were amazing. They made a saber duel look like a dance. A very deadly dance, to be sure, but a dance, nonetheless. They were amazing. The bearded one in tan robes used Form III: Soresu, a very defensive form. His opponent, a younger man with long, golden curls, wearing black and brown tunics was a master, er, stylist of Form V: Djem So. Djem So was a very, very aggressive form that was almost impossible to learn. By far the hardest. This man was a stylist, maybe the only stylist alive. The two combatants' forms were the exact opposite of each other, making the duel beautiful to watch. Their deadly dance included kicks of various kinds, flips of all sorts, punches, jumps, leaps, spins, twists, jobs, parries, stabs, cuts, blocks, swipes, feints, force pulls, pushes, etc. It was incredible to watch. The most amazing part to Luke was the fact that the duel kept going and the bearded man was showing no signs of tiring and younger Jedi seemed to actually gain energy. Finally, the bearded Jedi left a hole that the younger Jedi used, and the duel was over. The Djem So stylist won.

"Wow. That was amazing," Luke told Yoda.

The two Jedi headed over.

"Master Yoda," both Jedi greeted, bowing.

"As much as I would enjoy a chat, Master, I'm afraid I hear the shower calling my name," the bearded Jedi said, bowed, and left.

"I think I need that shower more than he does, but I believe you came to talk to me," the younger Jedi had a beautiful, deep voice. His accent was familiar to Luke, but he couldn't place it.

"Yes, your second padawan you should meet," Yoda told the Knight.

"Hello, Master. I'm Luke." Luke stepped closer to shake the man's hand and realized his new Master towered over him. As he shook hands, he realized his hands had to be double the size of Luke's own.

"Nice to meet you, Luke. I'm Anakin Skywalker," the man introduced himself. Luke did his best to hide his surprise. His father missed it. Yoda did not.

"Let you two get to know each other, I will." And Yoda was off. Now Luke finally understood what Yoda had found so funny about Luke's choice.

"Well, he left in a hurry," Anakin mentioned. Luke couldn't look away from his father. He was incredibly handsome. 'Why couldn't you have given me your good looks, Father? You're so beautiful!'

Anakin shrugged. "Anyway, have you eaten yet? I'm starved!"

Luke laughed. "Well, you did just win a long duel…" Anakin laughed, too.

"Yeah, those practice duels sure do run long. Aaand that probably is why I'm so hungry," he thought for a second. "Maybe I should get Ahsoka, too, and then we could go to Dex's or something."

"Dex's?"

Anakin gave Luke a look that read 'How can you not know what Dex's is?' He started walking out. "C'mon." Luke caught up. "Do you have Ahsoka's comm.?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Find her while I go shower," Anakin requested and started walking off.

"Yeah, sure thing."

"M'kay, great," Anakin tossed over his shoulder and promptly disappeared around the corner.

Luke stood for a second, trying to comprehend the situation he was now in. Not only was he in the past, but he was also now apprenticed alongside a new friend and under his own father. He shook his head, he would meditate on this later; now, he had to find his fellow padawan learner.

Luke dialed Ahsoka's comm. number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hey, what's up?" Ahsoka's voice came from the comm.

"Hey, I'm going to be a padawan under your master, with you," Luke filled her in on the recent change in his life, their lives, technically, as she already knew all about his unique situation.

"Awesome!" She sounded genuinely excited. "Have you met him yet? He can be a bit intimidating."

"I wasn't intimidated."

"Really? I was. He's a living legend."

"Yeah," Luke replied, simply. 'He is a lot more intimidating where I come from, and I had him on a high pedestal, too. He was, and is, my hero.' "He wanted me to get you while he took a shower. He said we were going to eat at a place called Dex's."

"Sweet. I love Dex's!"

"Alright. Where are you?"

"Archives."

"Kay. I'll meet you there."

"Okay, see ya." She hung up. Luke headed her way.

Ten Minutes Later

"Where were you?" Ahsoka asked Luke, laughing softly.

"The rec rooms… I got lost again." This made Ahsoka laugh harder. "It's a big Temple! And I've only been here for a few months," Luke defended himself.

"Haha, yeah, I know. But it's still funny!" She now had tears in her eyes.

"It's really not that funny!" This made her laugh even harder.

"Uh, yeah, it really is that funny!"

Suddenly, there was a hand Luke's shoulder. "She cracks herself up sometimes." It was Anakin.

"Oh my Force, Master! You took a shower that fast? That's a record, Skyguy! I'm so proud."

"Skyguy?" Luke asked.

"Why, thank you, Snips! But let me assure you the shower was quick only because I'm so hungry," Anakin flashed a smile. Luke adored it.

"Snips?" Luke asked.

"Oh. That sounds right. You're always thinking with your stomach," Ahsoka rolled her eyes, playfully.

"Alright, Snips, Luke, let's go to Dex's." Anakin turned to leave, dropping his hand from Luke's shoulder, Luke already missed the contact.

"Snips and Skyguy?" Luke asked yet again. Ahsoka snickered and Anakin grimaced.

"Uh, yeah. Erm— they are— ah— nicknames," Anakin explained, lamely. And as they walked to the hanger, Ahsoka began the story of how the nicknames were born.

"That's kinda cool and a little funny," Luke laughed, once Ahsoka was done with her story.

"Mhm," Ahsoka nodded her head enthusiastically. "A lot funny."

"I see where Skyguy came from, but Snips?" He questioned his father.

Anakin gave him a weird look that said 'have you met her?' "Her 'snippy' attitude," he answered.

Ahsoka nudged Luke. "You should get used to his facial expressions. It's how he does most of his communicating," Ahsoka whispered to him.

'No wonder he 'ignores' questions as Vader. He's giving you a look and forgets nobody can see through his mask! That make so much more sense now!' Luke thought, excitedly. He barely caught the glare Anakin sent Ahsoka. 'As Vader, that same act would have been completely different.'

"I get so much crap from you guys," Anakin complained.

"I haven't done anything!" Luke protested. Anakin chuckled. They climbed into a yellow speeder. It was heavily modified. "This is nice," Luke commented on the speeder.

"Thanks. I spend a lot of time on her," Anakin replied. Luke was immediately dying to ask questions about mechanics and ships, but something told him that too many questions was a route to avoid completely when it came to Anakin Skywalker.

They flew out of the hanger, and into the traffic lanes. Anakin skillfully dodged speeders as he wove through the traffic and into Coco Town.

A Short Time Later

They stopped at a rundown diner that looked like it was on the verge of collapse.

"Wow. How did you manage to find this place?" Luke asked, dubiously. Ahsoka sniggered.

"Actually, Obi-Wan introduced this place to me when I was thirteen, so about eight years ago. I've been coming whenever I can ever since. I think Obi-Wan's master, Qui-Gon, introduced him to the previous owners of this diner. I believe they were assigned a mission or something with Dex. I'm not entirely certain. You should ask him sometime."

They walked through the door. Chimes rang, signaling their entrance. A Besilisk looked through the kitchen window.

"Anakin Skywalker! Bless me eyes! I haven't seen your pretty face in a few months! And you brought little Snipper, too! I'll be! And who's this fine young fellow?" The Besilisk exited the kitchen to greet them. He wrapped Anakin in a giant hug and gave Ahsoka a pat on the back.

"Hey Dex! Good to see you, too," Anakin wheezed through the tight hug. Dex put him down, and he introduced his new padawan. "This is Luke, he'll be my padawan with Ahsoka."

"We'll, alrighty then. Hello, young Luke. I'm Dexter Jettster, but you can call me Dex." Dex said, with a wink.

"Hi, Dex," Luke greeted.

"Well, you find a seat and I'll serve you up a meal real quick," Dex told them as he headed back to the kitchen.

"Thanks, Dex," Anakin called after him.

"He didn't take our order," Luke stated.

"He doesn't have to. We come here often enough that he has it memorized. I only really get what Anakin gets, who has tried the whole menu and decided that what Master Obi-Wan gets is, in fact, the best. Now our favorite meal extends to you. Don't worry. It really is the best thing on the menu," Ahsoka told him.

"Okay then…"

Five Minutes Later

"There you go, my friends!" Dex told them as he set their plates down on the table in front of them.

"Uh, Dex, what's this?" Anakin nodded to the cup of amber liquid sitting in front of him.

"That, my boy, is my special brew."

"But it's alcoholic."

"And you're now legal, unless I'm mistaken."

A strange look crossed over Anakin's face and Luke was pretty sure he heard 'when did I turn twenty-one?'

"What's the date?" Anakin asked.

"Selona 25," Dex answered.

"I've been legal for three weeks and had no idea," Anakin trailed off, thinking. Ahsoka roared with laughter. Luke was shocked. His father was twenty-one, that was two years younger than Luke. On top of that, his father had only been a Knight for two years, and he'd been fighting in the war for two years; he was already a more seasoned veteran than Luke was. Making a mental note to meditate on this later as well, Luke watched with interest as Anakin tried the drink. Anakin's face remained neutral the entire time.

"Thanks for letting me try it, Dex, but I have to fly back to the Temple." Dex laughed and went back to the kitchen.

As soon as Dex wasn't looking, Anakin let his mouth fall open and his opinions of the beverage became apparent. Luke and Ahsoka laughed.

"Are you legal, Luke?" Anakin asked.

"Yeah."

"Try it," Anakin slid the drink over to Luke, who tried it.

"I've had worse," Luke decided, thinking of the crazy brews Han had stored on the Falcon. Anakin made a face.

"Anyway, try the sliders, Luke," Anakin prompted. "Those are good."

Luke bit into the slider Anakin had handed him.

After taking his first bite, Luke continued to stuff his face until his plate was empty. Anakin was right, these really were good.

"Well, I think he likes it, Snips," Anakin joked, a half-eaten slider in his hand.

"What told you that, Skyguy? It's not like he demolished his entire plate." Ahsoka's snippy side came out.

"Well, yeah, I had a hunch that involved the empty plate, but maybe I'm wrong."

"I don't think he liked them very much. Did you, Luke?" Ahsoka asked him.

"Nah, they were awful. Definity don't want any more," Luke playfully responded. "Are you going to eat that?" he asked Ahsoka, pointing to the untouched slider on her plate.

"Pshhh, you eat like Anakin. And no, I'm not gonna eat it, but Skyguy already has dibs," Ahsoka jammed her thumb in the direction of Anakin's face. Luke wasn't so disappointed he couldn't have the slider, he was, after all, tided over by learning of something he shared with his father: appetite.

"Sowwy, but I'm rewy hungey," Anakin tried to say through a mouthful of slider.

"No, that's okay. If I'm honest with myself, I didn't really need it," Luke laughed, softly.

"Hey, Master, now I have to tell people how much you love alcohol," Ahsoka mentioned, examining her nails, coolly. Anakin eyed her suspiciously.

"You wouldn't have anyone in particular in mind, would you?" Anakin asked dubiously. "I feel like you do," he whispered as he narrowed his eyes.

"Two someones, actually," Ahsoka steepled her fingers and gave Anakin an evil look. "A certain bearded Jedi and a friendly, beautiful Senator…" Ahsoka trailed off, a playfully evil smirk on her face. Luke guessed the bearded Jedi was Obi-Wan, but he didn't have a clue who the Senator could be. He watched his father, whose eyes widened.

"No! There's no need to tell them!" Anakin banged the table to emphasize his point. Ahsoka laughed, evilly.

"Uh-huh. I'm sooo telling them!" Ahsoka prompted.

"Whatever, they'd hear eventually," Anakin pretended to give up interest, hoping that would get Ahsoka to stop. "Let's go." Anakin left credits on the table. "See you, Dex!" he shouted into the kitchen.

"You slimy bantha, you better not've left credits on the table!" Dex shouted back. Anakin raised his hands, as if he was surrendering, and a grin climbed onto his face.

"I'm not going back to get my cash," he stated as his grin widened. He winked, turned, and slid out the door.

"That nerfhearding, galaxy-saving, boy," Dex complained, rather loudly. Outside, Anakin turned around and stuck out his tongue, a smile still on his face. Ahsoka had one hand on her hip, and the other on her forehead.

"Children, I swear," then, as an afterthought, she added, "maybe it's the alcohol… no, that's not right, it's always like this." She turned and walked out the door. Luke stood, cementing this memory in his mind, and followed.

As Luke climbed into the speeder, he asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Senator Amidala's!" Ahsoka suggested, excitedly. Anakin groaned.

"Drop by unannounced so you can tell an embarrassing story?"

"It's nothing you haven't done. I know you've told the esteemed Senator embarrassing stories about me," Ahsoka said, pursing her lips and crossing her arms. This information surprised Luke; but what was even more surprising was his father's response.

"Yeah, well, we're friends."

"I'm friends with her, too," Ahsoka pouted. 'Her. The Senator was a woman.' Luke looked at his father who had an almost bashful look on his face. Again, this surprised Luke.

"Okay, but if we get in trouble, it's your fault," Anakin relented.

"Right. And if we get welcomed with open arms, it was your idea," Ahsoka shot back, with extra snip. Anakin blushed?

"Whatever, Snips," Anakin mumbled as he began to fly toward the Senator's apartment.