(5-20-15: Okay, so reading Labyrinth of Evil, I found out that Obi-Wan and Anakin did not immediately go to Tythe, so I have made it to where a few days have passed by now but they are on their way to Tythe. Yet again, I've fixed Luke's level of skill, so he's in the Jedi Knight skill range, but they're working to refine his technique and form and teach him what they can.)

Again, thanks for the reviews, I love reading your opinions and getting insight so I can improve the story. My SW knowledge isn't perfect though I'm trying my hardest to get things right. Anyway, Enjoy!

A few days later, on a ship headed for Tythe, Obi-Wan was once again taking the time to work with Luke on his lightsaber form. Anakin sat off to the side, arms crossed as he watched the two with an amused smirk. Obi-Wan observed everything, interjecting quite often to fix little technical problems he noticed, even down to how Luke held his saber and where he put his foot. Lucky for Luke, he had plenty of patience.

As Luke mirrored Obi-Wan's movements, being walked through the more advanced forms for Soresu, Obi-Wan paused yet again, grasping his wrist and firmly but gently fixing his stance. Luke couldn't keep a small sigh of frustration from escaping before he dispelled the feeling into the Force. Obi-Wan gave him a sympathetic look. "You'll get it, don't worry."

"I know," Luke admitted. "I just never realized just how many holes were in my training."

"Quite a few," Anakin said, standing up. "I'm glad we have the chance to refine your technique and such. Seeing as you're the future of the Jedi Order."

Luke caught an undertone in his father's voice that told him his father was still having a hard time accepting that Luke was the only Jedi in his time. Deciding to change the subject, his gaze fell to the lightsaber at Anakin's waist. "So what form do you use?" he asked curiously.

"Form V: Djem So," Anakin said smoothly.

Luke seemed to perk up a little bit as he recognized the style. "Could you teach me?" Luke asked curiously.

"I think it's a little too aggressive of a style for someone as timid as you, Luke," Anakin said easily.

Luke raised his eyebrows. "I've used a little Djem So. I found some information on it in The Temple Archives and I've actually been practicing it in my spare time. I actually like the style," he said defensively.

Anakin crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows as well while the two sized each other up for a moment. Obi-Wan, observing them, noticed that along with suffering similar limb-losses and having the same blonde hair and blue eyes, the two also had similar strong, stubborn wills and a commanding air about them. However, while Luke seemed to be more level-headed, Anakin tended to rush into things without a second thought. Where Luke was patient, Anakin was very impatient.

Finally, Anakin spoke. "I think you need to do some more of the basics with Obi-Wan before you start training Djem So with me. I've been considered a master of Djem So, and I don't think you're ready for that yet," he said simply.

"But will you, eventually?" Luke pressed, refusing to give up just yet.

"He is the only Jedi of his time, Anakin. Don't you want Djem So preserved?" Obi-Wan added.

Anakin gave a resigned sigh. "Fine. But seriously, you're going to learn more from Obi-Wan about the basics before you come to me," Anakin said.

Luke nodded his understanding. "Thank you!"

Anakin's expression softened a little and he smiled. "Sure thing."

As Luke and Obi-Wan went back to the training, Anakin took his seat again, arms still crossed as he continued to watch. Luke was a quick learner. He was catching on to where his mistakes were, and was fast to correct them, allowing Obi-Wan to move forward at a steady, progressive rate. Anakin could also sense that Luke was strong in the Force—immensely strong. With the right training, he would become a very powerful Jedi. However, right now he was only at the beginning levels of a Knight, and reminded Anakin a lot of when he was younger. It would be a while before he hit his full potential, but it would be quite a sight when he did.

Anakin smiled a little to himself as Obi-Wan paused yet again to fix some error Luke had in his stance, as Obi-Wan had again started to add in new movements. Anakin had a strange desire to know more about this Jedi. He felt . . . connected to him somehow. Maybe it was just because of their shared battle wound, their shared home planet, and the fact they had both possessed the same droids. With a shrug, he brushed the thought aside again.

Eventually, Obi-Wan sheathed his lightsaber. "Alright Luke…that should be enough of that for now."

Luke nodded, clipping his saber to his belt as Anakin stood up. "So…why are we headed to Tythe again?" he asked his father.

"The planet has recently been taken under Separatist control, but the headquarters for the company that made Gunray's mechno-chair is there, as well as any information we'll find that could help us identify Sidious. If we're lucky," Anakin explained.

Luke nodded. "Alright then."

Obi-Wan put a hand on Luke's shoulder. "Come on Luke, I want to run over some meditational exercises with you. Then I'd suggest getting some rest."

Anakin smirked again. "Have fun," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Just because you have no patience and struggle with meditation doesn't mean that Luke will too."

Luke looked curiously at his father. He had no clue his father had struggled with meditation. Luke personally thought it was one of the easiest points of training.

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, I'll be in my quarters."

Obi-Wan nodded, then led Luke back to a quiet room on the ship. He gestured for Luke to sit down in front of him as he took a seat on the floor, seeming perfectly at ease.

"Before we start, have you received meditational training?" Obi-Wan asked Luke curiously. The two had not even discussed meditation yet.

Luke nodded. "It's one of my strong points."

Obi-Wan sat back to process that information as he decided what to do next. "Alright then, I'll still go through the basics with you to see where you're at. We'll go from there. Let's start with some breathing exercises…"

Later, Luke suffered from a restless sleep. He'd had extensive meditating before he headed to bed, counting both his training with Obi-Wan and the personal meditation he always had before going to sleep. However, shadows lurked in his dreams. Unease wafted over him, and darkness swirled in his mind. Before the darkness could plague him any further, Luke awoke, sitting up straight in his bed. However, the feelings didn't go away. Frowning, Luke wearily stretched out his senses, trying to locate where the feelings were coming from. Eventually he sensed that they were coming from someone else not too far away from him.

Slipping out of bed and pulling his black shirt back on, Luke silently padded out of the room, following the feelings of darkness and unease through the ship and doing his best not to shiver from the sudden cold. Finally, he noticed a lone figure standing by the glass with their hands clasped behind their back, looking out at the stars. The figure's tunic was only shrugged over his shoulders, not tied up but hanging open. It looked as if he'd just thrown his clothes on as he'd gotten out of bed, and his hair was also a disheveled mess. Cautiously, still sensing the dark and confusing feelings coming off of him, Luke walked up to his father.

"Are you alright?" Luke asked him softly, coming to a stop beside him. He kept his hands clasped behind his back in a subconscious mirror of his father's stance, his eyes also looking out over the stars.

Anakin glanced at him, startled. Obviously he hadn't sensed Luke's presence approaching in his current state. "I'm fine," he said gruffly.

Luke raised his eyebrows at his tone of voice. "No, you're not; I could sense your unease even in my sleep. It's what woke me up."

Anakin looked at him suspiciously. "It's none of your business!" he snapped, eyes flashing.

Luke looked up at his father, suddenly deeply concerned for him. "Perhaps not…" he said softly, choosing caution as the best option right now. "I guess I'll just leave you be then…"

As Luke turned to leave Anakin's shoulders slumped a little. "Wait…" he said, his voice sounding drained.

Luke paused, turning around without a word.

Anakin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You said you sensed it in your sleep…did you see anything?" Anakin asked wearily.

Luke shook his head. "I just sensed unease and saw shadows…"

Anakin nodded, turning back to the window. "I see."

"What about you?" Luke pressed gently.

Luke felt annoyance shudder through his father and thought for a moment he really should just leave him be, but he had already spoke, so he waited patiently for his father's response.

When Anakin said nothing, Luke took a breath and spoke again. "Did you have a dream too?"

Anakin shook his head and gave a soft yet sour laugh. "I'm not sure you can call it a dream, really."

Relieved his father was opening up to him, even if it was with a sour edge, Luke decided to keep up his inquiry. "Well then what was it?"

"Do you always ask this many questions?" Anakin said with an irritated edge. He pinched the bridge of his nose, heaving a sigh and slowly regaining control of himself. "Sorry," he mumbled to Luke.

"It's fine," Luke said gently.

Anakin clasped his hands behind his back again and sighed. "I don't know what it was…I was sound asleep and then…there was just…darkness. A heavy, suffocating black. There were all these feelings of…pain, anger, hate, suffering, and betrayal. Just pure rage and…evil, even. Now I'm awake, and it's not gone, it's still right there."

Anakin berated himself mentally. Why am I telling him this? I just met him a few days ago, and I'm sharing this with him? What are you doing Anakin?

Luke frowned, and he seemed to be contemplating something. Again, Anakin kicked himself for telling Luke. Was he judging him right now? Anakin scowled, looking back out at the stars.

"Perhaps it's a warning of something to come," Luke finally said slowly. "I know I've had a vision or two of my own before, and one of them was a warning."

Anakin glanced back at him, mulling over his words. "All right, if that's so then who's the source of the darkness?"

Anakin took note that Luke hesitated. He knew so much more then he was telling, and Anakin was surprised at the rush of anger he felt at the thought of Luke keeping what he knew from him. He stifled the feeling as fast as he could and turned his attention back to the man as Luke spoke again.

"It might be a warning of darkness that's approaching in your future. Whether darkness from someone else…or yourself," at the sharp look that Anakin gave Luke, the man backtracked quickly. "Either way, it's obviously a warning. You might want to watch yourself; my warning was a warning of darkness in myself."

Anakin turned to Luke, taking note for the first time just how short the man was compared to him despite being his age. "You're hiding something, don't think I don't know. I can tell."

Luke shook his head. "I've already told you and Obi-Wan the Force doesn't want me revealing most of the future right now. I don't know if I will be able to tell you in time, but I know for a fact that I can't tell right now."

"You know, don't you?" Anakin asked. At the confused look Luke gave him, Anakin explained his question further. "You know what happens to us."

Luke's eyes gained a weary edge, one that made him look far older then he really was. Anakin knew that look; it was evident in Obi-Wan's and Anakin's own eyes after all of the battles of war they had seen. But Luke's was different. It seemed the look came from the burden of what he knew as well as what he'd seen.

"Yes, I do. At least the gist of it," Luke said wearily.

"And you can't tell me, I'm guessing?" Anakin asked, looking away in further frustration.

Luke shook his head. "Not yet, it seems."

"Well that's just great," Anakin grumbled.

Luke sighed, and Anakin felt a wave of emotional exhaustion come from the man as he put a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "You're dream, I'm sure, is a warning of what's ahead. Though while I'm here, I'll do what I can to…stop some of the bad things from happening that did in my time."

Luke spoke slowly, yet again choosing his words carefully before he spoke. Anakin looked at the weary man with worry flickering across his face and couldn't help but let it slide. "All right, but enough talk right now; you need more rest," Anakin told Luke pointedly.

Luke frowned at him. "Will you be alright?" he asked with genuine, deep concern and sincerity.

Anakin nodded. "I'll be fine. I'll do some breathing exercises and calm myself down before I head back to bed and I'll be good as new in the morning," Anakin reassured him.

Luke sighed, letting his hand drop from Anakin's shoulder. "All right…I'll see you in the morning Anakin…you'll need to get some rest yourself."

Anakin nodded. "I will, don't worry."

As Luke walked away, Anakin stared after his retreating back. There was that connection he'd felt with the man again, the source of the bond unknown to Anakin. Was this man a part of his future? Was that why he knew what happened to Anakin? If he'd been a part of Obi-Wan's future, then given the bond he and his Master shared, Anakin had to be right there as well. But then there was the thing about Luke coming into possession of R2 and 3PO. Anakin had been separated from them at some point, that much was clear. And Luke had all but admitted that there was darkness in Anakin's future. What happened; had he died?

Anakin made a frustrated growl in the back of his throat, puzzling over what little he knew as he tried to connect the dots to glean what he could of his future.

For those who didn't catch it, Luke picked up on his father's dream through their Force Bond. Hope you liked it, please review, and I'll get to work on the next chapter.