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The first think Anakin did was look for some clothes. He opened the closet door and froze. There was a full length mirror hanging on the inside of the door. And staring back at Anakin in the mirror was himself.

For a moment Anakin didn't know who he was looking at. The person in the mirror couldn't be him. It just couldn't be. And yet it was.

Anakin had almost forgotten what his face had looked like. Of course his face wasn't exactly the same. Where there had once been a youthful handsomeness had been replaced by a more angular, dignified appearance of a middle aged man. His blond hair ended several inches below his shoulders, streaked with gray and tousled from sleep. The smallest amount of wrinkles had started forming around Anakin's mouth and his clear blue eyes, which somehow still managed to look young. The thin scar he had gained during the Clone Wars was still over his right eye, just as prominent as the day he had gotten it.

Anakin felt his whole body tremble. His knees began to buckle and almost gave out under him. He throughout a muscular arm, bracing himself against the mirror. Anakin felt his heartbeat accelerate. Sweat beaded off his muscled body and onto the floor like raindrops falling to the ground.

Anakin forced himself to calm down. He couldn't keep doing this. If he kept having these panic attacks then someone would eventually catch on to him. He'd have to be more careful in the future.

Sighing, Anakin focused on getting dressed. The closet was full of his Jedi robes and Padme's more casual wear. (There was a walk in closet down the hall that she kept all her senatorial and formal dresses in.) Anakin grabbed a pair of leggings, an undertunic, black overtunic, leather tabard, obi, a utility belt, and a pair of boots. Getting dressed was harder than Anakin remembered. He had managed to get the leggings and first layer of tunics on, but got tangled up when he tried to pull the overtunic on. Swearing under his breath, Anakin straightened out the tunic, put on the tabard, tied the obi around his waist, followed by the utility belt, and slammed his feet into his boots. Anakin slipped a single black glove over his mechanical right hand, tightening the silver buckles with practised ease.

After dressing, Anakin clipped his lightsaber to his belt before heading to the kitchen. The former Sith Lord manoeuvred through his old apartment, taking in and noting any changes he saw. Even after so many years, Anakin still knew the apartment like the back of his hand. It only took him a moment to reach the kitchen.

Padme stood in the kitchen, her back to Anakin. Anakin noticed Padme had changed into a simple but elegant green dress. The dress hugged Padme's curves, forming gently about her femininely strong frame. Her hair was down, dark curls cascading about her slender shoulders.

Anakin found himself giving in to old habits. He wrapped his muscled arms around Padme's thin waist, pulling her against his broad chest. Padme looked up at her husband, a gentle smile gracing her angelic facial features. Anakin couldn't help but return the smile, leaning in to kiss Padme. The kiss was as soft and loving as Anakin remembered, only it was better because this was real. But was this real?

Anakin abruptly ended the kiss. Padme grew concerned when she felt her husband pull away from her so abruptly. What had come over Anakin? He was having nightmares about Palpatine and the Sith, something he hadn't had in years. Whatever was going on with Anakin, Padme knew it wasn't good.

"Mistress Padme, Master Anakin, breakfast is ready." announced C-3PO.

Padme was for once glad for C-3PO's untimely habit of interrupting. The woman turned to face the golden protocol droid, pushing aside the concern about her husband's strange behaviour for the moment.

"Thank you 3PO. That will be all." said Padme.

With a nod, Padme dismissed the golden protocol droid. C-3PO left the kitchen, leaving his creator and his mistress alone.

Anakin looked down at his food, a weary look upon his face. The breakfast was simple like he had asked bacon and eggs with a cup of strong herbal tea. Even though the food was simple Anakin was still hesitant to eat it. He hadn't eaten anything solid in twenty-three years.

"Anakin, aren't you going to eat?" asked Padme.

Reluctantly, Anakin picked up his fork. He took a small portion of the eggs and slowly brought it to his mouth. Anakin's mouth suddenly came alive. The former Sith Lord enthusiastically gobble down his food, leaving not a molecule behind. The fluffy texture of the eggs combined with the crispy taste of the bacon to make a heavenly sensation for the man.

"Slow down Ani. You'll choke if you eat too fast." gently said Padme.

Anakin forced himself to eat slower. After breakfast, the couple enjoyed some quality time together.

There was a knock at the door. C-3PO checked to see who was at the door, announcing the arrival to his masters.

"Master Kenobi and Padawan Kryze-Kenobi are at the door madam." announced C-3PO.

"Let them in 3PO." said Padme.

C-3PO did as his mistress commanded. He opened the door and in walked Anakin's old master and a young human male he didn't recognise. Anakin was torn two ways when he saw Obi-Wan. The part of him that was still Vader wanted to lung at the man who had mangled him and kill him a second time. The other part, the part of him that had only recently returned to the Light, wanted to break down and apologise to the man who had been like a father to him. Anakin didn't know which option scared him more.

Deciding to stay seated on the sofa, Anakin got a good look at his former master. Anakin had always thought of Obi-Wan as how he looked during the Clone Wars, even after he had killed his old master on the first Death Star. The Obi-Wan that stood in front of him now was older, but he too looked different that the Obi-Wan he had been faced on the first Death Star. This Obi-Wan's hair and beard were gray, but they were neatly kept, and his gray-blue eyes did not look as haunted as the ones he had seen in the Obi-Wan he had killed. Obi-Wan was still as strong, fit, and muscular (and short) as Anakin remembered him, even if his skin had wrinkled and his movements had become a bit more slow. The old Jedi Master was dressed in his usual white and tan robes, lightsaber at his hip.

Anakin took an extra long look at the young man who stood beside his old master. The male was about five feet seven (three inches shorter than Obi-Wan, and a good seven inches shorter than Anakin); lean muscled, fit and strong. The young man looked no more than twenty, and had a strong resemblance to Obi-Wan. The young man's blond hair was cut short besides a short ponytail and Padawan braid that fell over his right shoulder, his eyes a bright blue. He wore white Jedi robes and carried a lightsaber.

"Master?! What happened to you? You're so old." gasped Anakin.

Obi-Wan scowled, rubbing his temples.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me old, Anakin? I'm only sixty-one standard years old." stated Obi-Wan.

"Actually, Father, you were complaining to mother about your aching joins just the other day." said the young man.

"Jinn, please do not bring up conversations I have with your mother in private. I would have thought Master Jukassa would have taught you better, not to mention your mother and I." sighed Obi-Wan.

"Sorry, Father. I just couldn't help myself." lightheartedly spoke Jinn.

Obi-Wan and Jinn continued their conversation but Anakin wasn't paying any attention. He was still caught up in the fact that his former master had a son. Anakin couldn't imagine Obi-Wan as a father, even though he had been like a father to him. Wait, if Obi-Wan had a son that mean he had to have a wife! Who in the galaxy would Obi-Wan marry? All the women knew Obi-Wan had been in some sort of relationship with were dead, so who could Obi-Wan have possibly married?

"…and Satine was concerned when I told her Katana was being called away on a mission to the Outer Rim. Ahsoka and I assured her that our daughter would be fine. Master Bene will be with her. I have faith that Katana will be fine, but Satine still worries." finished telling Obi-Wan.

"That's just how mothers are, Obi-Wan. We worry about our children even when they stop being children. I worry about Luke and Leia each time they go out on missions. I know you and Ahsoka trained them well, but I still worry." reassured Padme.

"Uncle Anakin, are you alright?" asked Jinn.

Anakin snapped out of his daze. The former Sith nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. Finally, after an awkward moment of silence, Anakin spoke.

"I'm fine…Jinn. I've just had a lot on my mind lately." stuttered Anakin.

Obi-Wan stroked his beard but did not say anything. The old Jedi Master cleared his throat before revealing why he was really at the Skywalker apartment.

"I'm afraid this is not a pleasure visit. There was an incident at the Temple and Anakin and I have been called in." told Obi-Wan.

"What did the twins do this time?" calmly asked Padme.

"Luke and Leia did nothing. The matter involves my daughter and Anakin's Padawan." spoke Obi-Wan.

"Mara? What did she manage to get herself into this time?" wondered Padme.

"Apparently Mara and Katana ended up getting into some kind of fight. I wasn't given many details. I was just told to get Anakin and go to the Temple." explained Obi-Wan.

Before Anakin knew what was happening, he was saying goodbye to his wife and following Obi-Wan and Jinn to the Jedi Temple. Whatever happened next, Anakin knew it was only going to get weirder from here on out.

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