Genre: Supernatural

Rating: K+

Summary: Luke always thought his father was just a navigator. Little does he know...


Luke lay asleep, dreaming, dreaming of his father. It was an odd dream, one that would keep the boy puzzling long hours after he woke up.

He dreamt of a large space, dark blue like the midnight sky, the ground smooth like glass. Little points of light and soft white mists danced together in the dome, swirling and bouncing. It was hypnotic, captivating. Luke gazed, mesmerized, at the patterns.

Footsteps shook him out of his trance. The sound was boots tapping against glass, someone slowly walking towards him. He turned towards the sound and saw his father.

Anakin Skywalker was short, just like Luke. Blond hair was cut short, running down into a messy beard and mustache. His navigator's vest was brown, and blue eyes twinkled in a tan face. He smiled, and Luke ran into his arms.

"Dad!"

"Luke. Oh, my boy, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Anakin's smile grew wider...and wider...and wider. Something was wrong. His mouth was splitting his face, and his hands were starting to shake. His eyes held pain. Cracks grew at the edges of his mouth, and Luke's father shattered like glass.

"Noooooo!" Luke had just found his father! He couldn't be gone already! He collapsed to his knees in the pile of shards and sobbed.

A hand was laid on Luke's shoulder, and he quietly looked up. Another man was there. Something about him drew Luke to him. He had blue eyes and tan skin, but that was where the similarities ended. His look was cool and collected, the look of a commander, not a navigator. His light brown hair curled down to his chin, and he was clean-shaven. A black cape fluttered behind him, revealing armor. "Come. You are too important to waste your time on such trivial fantasies, my son." He gestured away from the two, and and a bewildered Luke followed him away, into the unknown.


Review, please! Tell me about how strange and odd this dream is!