A/N: Translation between huttese and basic:

Chut chut, mwa pateesa, hees loca, rocka rocka. Uba dwana je duba junkie, bargon u noa-a-uyat

Chut chut (chut chut) 1. Greetings. 2. Excuse me. 3. Never mind.
Mwa (mwah) 1. My.
Pateesa (pah tee sah) n. 1. Friend.
Hees (heez) 1. He is.
Loca (loh cah) adj. 1. Crazy. (12)
Rocka rocka (rahk ah rahk ah) n. 1. Brain damage.
You (yu) pron. 1. Uba. 2. Chuba. 3. U.
Sell (sel) v. 1. Dwana.
Me (mee) 1. Je.
duba - 3
Junkie (junk ee) n. 1. Scrapmetal. (9)
Bargon u noa-a-uyat 'You will be rewarded'

Bargon
Bargon (bar gone) n. 1. Bargain. 2. Deal.

Anyone who wants to know where I got the translation, PM me.

The intense heat bothered him greatly, making Anakin think that he was in a fire for a moment. He groggily remembered something happening but he didn't know what. All he could comprehend was that it was hot, too hot. He was also a little sore and disoriented. One thought reverberated through his mind. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan will find me...I'll owe him one this time. His eyes barely opened, but he did take notice of the dry, coarse sand beneath him and the shuffling of feet, before he was roughly lifted off of the sand and dragged away. His eyes closed once more, not even taking notice of who or what was dragging him to force knew where.

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Obi-Wan found Anakin a moment too late and backed up out of sight, watching as the sand people dragged him away. He knew exactly how Anakin would react to seeing the sand people surrounding him. So he hurried to follow them, knowing that if Anakin was aware of what was going on, that he would have put up a fight. Which made Obi-Wan guess that Anakin wasn't aware of what was happening and only complicated things.

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Anakin groggily came to, feeling the weather had changed, the intense heat was replaced by cold weather. He could hear strange sounds. Strange but familiar sounds and as he gained consciousness, he found that he was bound tightly to a wooden structure with leather chords and he knew that he wasn't in the custody of the Confederacy, they were too sophisticated. Then he got a good look at his surroundings and grew alarmed, especially when he saw a tuskan raider walk by the opening of the hut he was in. Roughly, he struggled against his binds but they only dug into his wrists. He fought harder, managing to knocks something over with his foot. This however caught the attention of a couple tuskans who came into the room, carrying crude weapons and knocked him in the head pretty hard. The last thing that Anakin knew before he lost consciousness was the blue blade of a lightsaber impaling one of the tuskans from behind and he knew that his master had come for him.

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Obi-Wan silently watched as the past version of his former padawan laid on his couch, unconscious. It was a predicament that he had never though to be in. As he kept a close eye on Anakin, a jumble of emotions ran through him. Elation at having a chance to have his brother back, betrayal for what he had done, and hope for what this experience would bring. That is if Anakin would end up doing the right thing this time around. As Obi-Wan sat staring at him, a jumble of thoughts ran through his head. This is preposterous, but he's here. He looks like Anakin but will he act like Anakin? Will he have Anakin's conscience- before it was twisted by the dark side? How do I handle this?What do I do? What will I say to him? How will I say it? How much do I tell him?The force isn't much help and neither was Qui-Gon before he dumped this on me. Frustrated and with the need to do something, Obi-Wan stood and began to do something constructive. He was about to make H'Kak bean tea when he felt a stirring in the force. Turning around, he brought a cool cloth to Anakin's forehead as he was about to stir. Anakin groaned as if in pain.

"Try to relax, Anakin, you had a nasty blow to the head," Obi-Wan said and winced when his voice came out a little harsh.

Anakin opened his eyes and stared at Obi-Wan and jumped back, falling off of the couch. "Who are you? Where am I?" he demanded.

Obi-Wan merely shook his head. "You're on Tatooine, Anakin, and you need to relax," he informed him.

"Relax? How the frak did I get on Tatooine? Did you bring me here?" Anakin demanded.

"The force brought you here, Anakin, it's reasons for doing so is out of my comprehension," Obi-Wan told him and calmly finished making the tea.

Anakin narrowed his eyes as he watched him and got up off of the floor. The man looked familiar, very familiar. "Who are you?" he asked again.

Obi-Wan handed him a cup of tea before replying. "I am Ben Kenobi, but you would know me as Obi-Wan Kenobi," he told him calmly and sipped at his tea.

"You're lying," Anakin told him flatly.

Obi-Wan just rose his eyes to look at him. "Why would I do such a thing?" he asked calmly, eerily reminding Anakin of Obi-Wan.

"Because you're too old to be Obi-Wan," Anakin told him.

"Why don't you ask me what year it is?" Obi-Wan asked.

"I know what year it is," Anakin told him.

"It's thirty-five GRS, Anakin. You've been brought twenty-two years into the future by the force itself," Obi-Wan informed him.

"That's impossible!" Anakin snapped.

"And yet, you're here," Obi-Wan said. "Would you prefer proof?" he asked.

"If you have any," Anakin told him.

"I know that Tatooine is the very last place you would ever be after what had happened to your mother and I know that you blame the council for not letting you go to her when you started dreaming that she was in trouble, and you blamed me for not going against the council's wishes instead of telling you that dreams will pass in time, and I know that you also blame yourself fro not breaking your mandate sooner," Obi-Wan calmly told him.

"How do you know that?" Anakin demanded.

"I know you, Anakin," Obi-Wan told him. "Now look at my force signature and tell me what you see," he instructed.

Anakin narrowed his eyes at him once more, before he did as instructed, seeing for himself that he was telling the truth. "This cannot be happening," he muttered.

"Yet it is happening. It seems as though you're the lucky jedi who gets the force's undivided attention," Obi-Wan told him.

"That's not funny," Anakin said sourly as he got up and started pacing. "What is the reason for this? It makes no sense!"

Obi-Wan merely watched him, not saying a word.

"I mean, why bring me into the future? To do what? What can I do by this means that my future self can't?" Anakin demanded.

"Because in this timeline, you died twenty years ago," Obi-Wan told him, deciding to tell the truth from a certain point of view.

That stopped Anakin in his tracks to stare at him. "What? How?"

"The sith, Anakin," Obi-Wan answered him and sighed. "Sit down and I will tell you what happened," he instructed. He waited for Anakin to sit down wearing a blank expression, one that Anakin wore when he knew that he would be hearing something bad. Obi-Wan could feel the resigned shock radiating off of his former padawan. But right now, he's still a padawan. This gives me hope. "The War ended twenty years ago when Darth Sidious revealed himself and took control of the Republic, turning it into a Sith ruled Empire. He used his new apprentice, Darth Vader, to execute his first order as Emperor," he began.

"What order?" Anakin asked numbly.

"The destruction of the Jedi Order. Because the majority of the order was off world commanding the clone army when the clones turned on us, we were easily outnumbered and slaughtered. Vader lead a siege on the Temple and left no one alive, not even the younglings," Obi-Wan answered him.

"Where was I when this happened?" Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan looked away, unable to look at him. "You were in the temple during the night of the siege. Master Yoda and I returned to it later to see the destruction," he answered. "It is unclear as to who may have survived, but as the years go by with bounties on all of our heads, the chances of our survival are slim," he finished.

"So the force decided to send me here to carry out the prophecy a little too late?" Anakin asked staring at him.

"So it seems, but judging how old you are, I hardly think that you are truly ready for this," Obi-Wan told him, standing up.

"Why is that?" Anakin demanded.

Obi-Wan didn't turn to look at him. "Because you obviously weren't ready for it twenty years ago," he told him. He paused for a moment before broaching another subject. "How long were you involved with Senator Amidala, Anakin?" he asked.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Don't bother denying it, Anakin. I've seen the proof. I just want to know how long," Obi-Wan interrupted him.

"I know the Code, Master," Anakin told him.

"But you rarely follow it," Obi-Wan pointed out.

"Why are you asking me this?" Anakin asked.

"I think that after all this time, that I deserve an explanation," Obi-Wan said, turning to face him.

Anakin looked away. It was pointless to deny it any longer, especially when there was no longer an order. "We married just after the battle of Geonosis," he answered. "Why? Is Padmè okay? Is she safe?" he asked, fearing for her safety if their involvement was out in the open.

Obi-Wan looked at him sympathetically. "She died, Anakin, shortly after you did," he answered.

Anakin stared at him, refusing to believe it and shook his head. "No, that can't be..."

"I was with her, Anakin. Vader attacked her not too long after the purge. I managed to get her to safety, to a medical facility, but she wasn't strong enough to make it. She lived long enough to give birth, but..." Obi-Wan trailed off, hating having to tell Anakin this.

"Repeat that last bit," Anakin said after his brain was done processing that Padmè was gone.

"She was in the later stages of being pregnant when Vader attacked her, Anakin," Obi-Wan told him gently. "Someone gave her a lead that you were on a volcanic planet called Mustafar and she went after it. I of course followed her and managed to get her away, but not soon enough," he finished.

"And the baby?" Anakin asked.

"They're both safe, for now," Obi-Wan told him and sighed. "One of them is here, staying with your step-brother, the other is on Alderaan. Master Yoda thought it was a good idea for them to be split up to protect them from the Sith. Apart, they could go undetected, but together, they would have been sensed and destroyed," he informed him.

"What kind of time is this?" Anakin asked, his mind still processing this information.

"The dark times. Now, you need to rest. I have a feeling that things will begin to heat up," Obi-Wan told him.

Anakin nodded. His mind needed time to process this new set of information. But one thought persisted in his mind. Darth Vader will die for his crimes. Before he laid back down, briefly taking note of the force induced sleep suggestion, but didn't question it. Obi-Wan had used it more than once and Anakin knew that it was his master's way of trying to comfort him.

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Anakin was roused awake by the blistering heat and he groaned. Not used to the intense desert heat of Tatooine anymore. However before he could form a coherent thought, he heard his master's voice.

"Good you're awake. Feel like going into town for some supplies?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Which town?" Anakin asked.

"Anchorhead. I'm afraid that Mos Eisly is a little far," Obi-Wan answered, walking into the room with a pair of shiers.

"What are those for?" Anakin asked.

"To make you blend in. I'm afraid that walking around with a padawan cut would gain you some unwanted attention," Obi-Wan answered. "Now sit up," he instructed.

"Did you know about the force's plot to send me to this desolate place?" Anakin asked.

"I was informed just prior to your arrival," Obi-Wan answered and he began to cut Anakin's hair to a more common look. When he made his way to the padawan braid, he paused. "I feel uneasy breaking the customary tradition," he said.

"Is there any tradition left?" Anakin asked. "You said so yourself, the order is destroyed."

"Which is why I feel uneasy," Obi-Wan told him. "I suppose survival outranks tradition at any rate," he said at last, regretfully snipping off the padawan braid and handing it to it's owner. "Don't think for one moment that it's absence means that you are no longer a padawan," he warned.

"Dually noted," Anakin told him, putting the braid away and standing up. "And how do I manage to not stand out wearing this?" he asked, gesturing to his jedi garb.

"Make yourself less conspicuous. I'm sure that you remember how," Obi-Wan told him and rummaged through some storage, before finding a poncho. "Here, wear this over your inner tunic," he instructed, handing the poncho over to Anakin.

Anakin took the poncho, recognizing it immediately. He didn't say anything, wondering how many things Obi-Wan had that were his. He busied himself with taking off his outer tunic and replacing it with the poncho. He noticed Obi-Wan rummaging through more storage before walking over to him again.

"Here, you might need this," Obi-Wan told him, handing him a lightsaber.

Anakin took the lightsaber, examining it. "Was this too rescued from the temple?" he asked.

"That's your lightsaber, Anakin," Obi-Wan informed him.

"I don't recognize it," Anakin told him.

"It's the last one that you constructed. I was planning on giving it to Luke, but I think that you need it more," Obi-Wan informed him.

"Luke?" Anakin questioned.

"Your son," Obi-Wan told him. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Anakin nodded, clipping the lightsaber to his belt underneath the poncho.

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Anchorhead wasn't that crowded. It was Anakin's assessment, but then again, he was more used to Coruscant than he was Tatooine and briefly, he didn't know how to feel about that. At one point in his life, Tatooine was his home, it was where he had lived with his mother. But Coruscant was really his home and he wondered what the Sith had done to it.

"You will give me three."

Anakin turned to where Obi-Wan was bartering, using the force, with a dug and getting frustraited..

"I will give you one," the dug told him stubbornly.

Anakin walked over to them. "You're loosing your touch, Master," he said and caught Obi-Wan's frown before he began bartering with the dug, choosing to speak in huttese. "Chut chut, mwa pateesa, hees loca, rocka rocka. Uba dwana je duba junkie, bargon u noa-a-uyat," he said looking at the dug, and using a strong dose of the force for emphasis.

The dug looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "Bargon," he said.

Anakin looked over at Obi-Wan. "It looks like he likes me," he said cheekily and handed the dug the amount of credits that Obi-Wan was trying to use to buy the junk parts and taking the junk parts in question.

Obi-Wan shook his head at the transaction, before moving on. "What did you say to him?" he asked.

Anakin looked at him. "I just appealed to his interests, Master," he answered as he put the junk parts away in the bag that Obi-Wan was carrying. "What now?" he asked.

"We need more nourishment," Obi-Wan told him. "Here, find something that you like," he said, handing him a few credits as they entered a food market.

"You're trusting me alone? At this time?" Anakin asked. "Aren't you afraid that I'll get into some trouble?"

"I'm not going to be far," Obi-Wan told him pointedly. "Oh, an try to refrain from aggressive negotiations," he added, firmly.

"No unwanted attention, got it," Anakin said, walking off in one direction. He could feel Obi-Wan watching him too. He browsed the different stands, picking out a few things here and there. It was when he picked out a fresh gorg when he saw something that made him smile. Walking over to the stand in question, he quickly scanned the area to make sure that no one was watching and used the force to lift some pallies and began picking out the ripest ones when he heard something that made him loose his concentration.

"You can do that too??"

Instantly Anakin quit using the force and turned around to see a human male, roughly the same age as him, standing by watching him. "Do what?" he asked.

"Move things without touching them," the nameless youth answered. And then he grew more interested. "What else can you do?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Anakin quickly told him.

Then they heard another voice calling from a small distance. "Luke?? I'm leaving!"

the youth turned slightly. "Coming, Aunt Beru!" he called back before turning back to Anakin. His blue gaze searching for something. "I thought that I was the only one," he said. "What's your name?" he asked.

Anakin stared at him, having no doubt who this was. The resemblance between himself and Padmè was striking. "Ani," he answered, choosing to use the name that his mother called him years ago.

"I'm Luke, Luke Skywalker," Luke told him. "Are you new around here?" he asked.

"You can say that," Anakin answered.

"Well where are you staying?" Luke asked.

"A little far away, with Ben Kenobi," Anakin answered and thought quickly. "I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone that you saw me," he told him.

"Why?" Luke asked.

Anakin placed some pallies in the basket he was carrying. "Because I'm supposed to be dead," he answered, his voice low, as he walked away, leaving a bewildered Luke in his wake.

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"I don't know why we couldn't have grabbed a bite to eat in Anchorhead," Anakin said as he and Obi-Wan entered the small hut.

"Too many people," Obi-Wan said. "Someone might start rumors that they're seeing you around," he finished.

"You're kidding, right?" Anakin asked disbelievingly.

"The two of us were a household name during the clone wars and people talk," Obi-Wan told him.

"No kidding," Anakin said, pride filling him. So I was a great jedi.

"Mind your thoughts, Anakin," Obi-Wan warned as he went through their purchases and pulled out the Gorg and raised an eyebrow.

"Dinner," Anakin told him simply. "Mom used to roast gorgs in manak leaves," he informed him.

"I don't have a roasting pan, Anakin," Obi-Wan told him.

Anakin shrugged. "We'll improvise," he said.

Obi-Wan merely shook his head.