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Anakin was at the front of the party once they arrived at the apartment.

He strode in at a determined pace despite his weakened state, eyes scanning the room. 3PO came over to him, looking as distressed as ever.

"Oh Master Ani! Thank goodness you've arrived. I'm just not quite sure what to do…"

"Where is he 3PO?" Anakin asked, glancing around as if Luke would appear out of one of the corners.

"I did my best and put him on the couch sir. Is there anything you need me to do?"

Anakin looked over 3PO's shoulder, spotting the unmoving figure on the couch at last. He'd thought it was just a blanket at first, the blonde hair blending in with the cream color of the pillows. Now, though, he could see the steady rise and fall of their chest.

"Contact Padme and tell her that we found him," Anakin said briefly, stepping around 3PO and making his way over to the couch. Leia and Han followed close behind.

Anakin crouched down beside the couch, his heart pounding. As he rolled Luke over, he took in every detail, all the way down to the single glove covering his right hand.

He's really here again, Anakin found himself thinking as he gently laid his hand on Luke's forehead. The young man was running a fever, sweat beading across his forehead.

Several images flashed through his head at once, though there were two that stood out the most. One where he crouched down beside the dying young man, clasping his hand tightly in his own as Anakin begged him not to die, came blazing back to the front of his mind. He'd done his best to repress the painful memory over the years. The other one that came right after the first was back on the Second Death Star, where he looked up at his son as he felt his final moments coming to a close, thanking Luke for saving him from the dark as Luke silently plead for him not to die. It was strange how they had been in each other's shoes, one holding the other in their last moments.

As Anakin stared down at Luke, he was hit with the realization once more that Luke was here, once more. Just as he had been twenty-three years ago. Anakin just wished that it could be under better circumstances.

Anakin heard 3PO enter the room again. "3PO, why is he soaked?" he asked the droid, his eyes never leaving Luke. His clothes were soaked, he felt cold, and his hair was wet, sticking together in strands.

"I was trying to tell you earlier Master Ani, but Master Luke appeared in the fountain. He was too weak to even push himself up, and I had to pull him out myself before he drowned," 3PO explained.

Anakin finally let his eyes leave Luke as he turned his attention to the centerpiece of the veranda, finally noticing the water trail all the way to the couch. Immediately his mind kicked into high gear.

"Leia sweetheart, could you please go get a warm blanket from one of our rooms? 3PO, go get me a towel, and after that start warming up some water so we can give him something hot to drink when he wakes up. Han, help me move him, I'm too weak to do it on my own."

Everyone obliged, hurrying off to do what had been requested of them. Han approached Anakin's side, and Anakin glanced up at him. "Help me get him situated. When 3PO comes back I'm going to try and dry him off a little." He ran a hand through his hair once Luke was lying much more comfortably on his back, eyeballing Luke's soaked clothes. "I think I'm going to get a fresh change of clothes for him too…"

3PO came trotting back, blocking an annoyed Leia with his slow pace. Anakin smiled a little, getting up and taking the towel from the droid. "Thank you 3PO," he murmured before he turned to Leia. "Just set it on the chair, I'm going to get him a fresh change of clothes."

She nodded, stepping aside to let Anakin pass her. When he returned with the set of black Jedi clothes identical to the ones that the unconscious Luke wore, he gestured for Han to help him.

"Just sit him up first," Anakin muttered, slipping off Luke's top after Han had obliged. He stumbled for just a moment, eyes training on the still recent looking scar on Luke's chest, right where Sidious had stabbed him twenty-three years ago.

"How much time passed since Luke went back in time? For the other timeline, of course," he asked vaguely.

Han frowned, the gears working in his head as Anakin dried Luke off and slipped the fresh shirt on. "A few days…weeks…nowhere near as much time as here. Funny how that works."

Anakin nodded. "That explains it then…" he mumbled.

"Explains what?" Leia asked, confused.

"The scar on his chest…it's been twenty-three years, but it looks like it's still rather new." He shook his head, pushing the thought aside as they laid Luke back down. "Lift his feet up," he told Han.

Leia unfolded the blanket while Han and Anakin finished drying and dressing Luke. When they were done, they stepped aside, allowing Leia to tuck the blanket around him. 3PO came back into the room.

"Is there anything else that you need me to do Master Ani?" 3PO asked.

Anakin sighed. "Just keep an eye on the water…and take care of these," he added, handing the droid Luke's soaked clothes.

Anakin crouched down beside Luke once more, the other two situated on the other couch and watching him.

"Is he going to be all right?" Leia asked.

Anakin nodded. "I believe so…he should be fine once he wakes up and his fever's gone."

Leia gave a sigh of relief, leaning back in her seat against Han. "That's good…"

Anakin glanced at the pair. "What about you two?"

Leia blinked at him, confused for a moment. Han caught on first. "I'm fine. Everything's a little jumbled and there's two of the kid running around, but other than that, I'm good."

Leia shook her head. "I'm really confused…sometimes it's like I'm at war with myself, like—" she cut off abruptly, but Anakin new what she was going to say.

"Like when you're in the same room as me? Don't worry, I get it," Anakin said with a weak smile, returning his attention to Luke once more.

"What about you? How are you holding up, seeing as your other life was spent mostly as Vader," Han asked.

"Han!" Leia said somewhat sharply, looking at him with narrowed eyes at the insensitive question.

Anakin waved a hand. "No Leia, it's alright, I don't mind the question." He kept his hand resting on Luke's head as he turned to fully face Han. "To ease your conscious, I'm alright. Mind you, I know a lot of things a Jedi Master would not and perhaps should not know, I have a lot of memories I would rather go without, and I can tell my temper is shorter than it has been in years, but I'll be okay."

Han opened his mouth to say something else, but Luke groaned, his attention snapping back to the young man. "Luke? Luke, can you hear me?"

Luke tossed in distress, and Anakin put a gentle hand on his shoulder, keeping him from hurting himself. "F'th'r?" Luke mumbled, hardly understandable.

"I'm right here Luke, you're alright, you're safe, I promise," Anakin reassured him in a quiet voice. He peered over the edge of the couch towards the kitchen. "Hurry up with that drink 3PO!" he hollered.

"Of course Master Ani!" he heard 3PO call back.

"Fa'er," Luke murmured, tossing again. His voice was rough, scratchy, and strained. He slung his hand out as if searching for something as Anakin wiped more sweat from Luke's brow. Anakin gently grasped his hand to let Luke know he was there. "F'th'r…Eius…o'th me…n-n't 'is…fault...Sith…p-p-poi'n…" Luke mumbled out, his face scrunched up in pain for a moment from what Anakin assumed was a nasty headache.

"What did he say?" Han asked, confused.

Anakin stared at Luke without really seeing him, his vision slightly blurry and tinged slightly red. "He said the other him...and apparently his…Sith name…is Eius. But he said that it wasn't the other Luke's fault…that it was Sith Poison."

Had it been Sidious? Had Sidious injected his son with the dark poison by force? Or had it been an accident?

"Sith Poison?" Leia echoed, confused.

Anakin shook himself from his stupor, realizing she didn't know what it was. "Sith Poison is a substance that, when injected…will gradually corrupt one to the dark side…I don't think there's been any cure found for it yet…" Anakin murmured, running his hand through Luke's hair as the young man tossed and turned in continued distress. "It's alright Luke, you're safe, we're here," he said soothingly to the young man. 3PO came in with a piping hot drink ready for Luke.

The young man's eyes fluttered open for a moment before he squeezed them shut again. "It hurts…" he murmured.

"What hurts?" Anakin asked him quietly, tense and ready to help however he needed to.

"Ev'yt'ing…" Luke mumbled. Anakin let his hand come to a rest on Luke's forehead.

"You're running a fever and you almost drowned. It's going to be a while before you feel well again. Just take your time and rest," Anakin told him soothingly.

Luke grimaced. "Thirsty…" he whispered softly. Anakin reached over and snagged the hot drink from 3PO, helping Luke to sit up the best he could.

"I've got something for you, don't worry," he said gently, helping Luke to sip on the drink.

Anakin heard a shuttle arrive, and realized Padme must have finally come. He heard her hurried footsteps approach, moments later feeling her hand on his shoulder.

After a sharp breath, she spoke. "Is he going to be alright?" Padme asked worriedly.

Anakin nodded. "Yes, he will be. We'll just need to keep an eye on him for a while."

Padme nodded as well, getting on her knees beside Anakin. "Here, let me…"

Anakin glanced at her, but reluctantly let her ease him away and take over Luke's care. Anakin ran a hand tiredly down his face, shaking his head. He had a feeling that things were only just starting…

His comlink went off, and everyone stared at the little device on his belt. Glancing around the room, Anakin snagged the device and promptly answering it. "Skywalker," he said smoothly.

"Anakin, there's a Council meeting being called right now. Apparently we're getting a distress signal and an incoming transmission from a Master and Apprentice. Something's wrong, so Yoda wants us all there. There's something about this that isn't right…"

Anakin sighed. "Something really bad is about to happen. I can sense it. We're about to be handed another problem. That much I'm sure of."

Eius silently made his way through the ventilation shafts of the small building, taking great care to keep himself shielded from the two Jedi he was gradually closing in on. He could sense their presences ahead of him. His adrenaline was already pumping; but he couldn't let himself get too hasty. He couldn't rush this: he had to be clean and quick.

Finally, the Jedi were blow him, right under the vent covering. He peered down, studying them both. One aging Master that seemed to favor his left leg, one young female Padawan who seemed to be inexperienced in the area of combat. She wasn't aware of her surroundings, too relax and unprepared.

Eius smiled, eyes glinting wickedly in the darkness as he waited a few moments to sketch out a plan. He would go after the Master first…then he would take care of the Padawan.

After she contacted the Council of course. His Master had a plan to get their message through to the Council Members.

Before he delayed too long and lost his chance, Eius kicked the vent cover off, dropping down on the Jedi Master as he activated his green lightsaber.

He would have to remember to change the blade's color sometime soon.

The Master reacted as fast as he could, but Eius was faster, and he had the element of surprise on his side. He elbowed the Padawan in the face, seizing the Master in a Force choke at the same time and slamming the old man into the wall. The man gasped for breath, his feet kicking feebly as he struggled for air.

It only served to feed Eius' elation at his first kill.

The Padawan raced at Eius, so he decided to speed up the old man's death for the sake of time. With a flick of his wrist, Eius snapped the man's neck, turning on the Padawan in one fluid moment.

The Padawan shrieked in anger in pain, and Eius smiled at her, feeling a rush of power flow through him. This pitiful Padawan would be no match for him.

He tossed the girl across the room and stole her lightsaber, swinging his lightsaber loosely in his hand and smiling at her as she struggled to get away from him.

He was going to enjoy this.

Da'leen Shun scrambled across the floor, trying to pull herself away from the mysterious dark sider. Fear and anger coursed through her at an alarming rate, but the most overwhelming feeling was the panic that skewed her judgment. She was weaponless, at his mercy, his golden eyes burning into her very soul from the darkness of his black robes. What was she going to do? Did the Council know about this man.

Da'leen suddenly had a moment of clarity. She needed to contact the Council. She needed to warn them about this man whether she died in the process or not.

Her comlink was across the floor, having fallen off of her utility belt when she was knocked across the room. Her Master had always told her she needed to make sure her com was securely on the belt. Now she was paying for not being more careful at the worst time possible.

Frantically, she started to pull herself across the floor, her sides lighting up in pain. Grimly, she thought she might have broken a rib or two when she had hit the wall.

Just a little further…

The man behind her laughed wickedly, his voice echoing around the room and causing her stomach to twist in fear.

"You can run, but you know it's useless. You're mine now. You'll be dead soon…"

Da'leen stretched out her hand, desperate to reach the com. It was right there, just within reach…

The man's gleeful laughter continued to ring in her ears.