AN: Hey guys, I'm really sorry for posting late, don't kill me! I really have no clue when I'll be able to post this week, my schedule is kinda weird until next Monday. Just warning you. I'll try to keep up posting a chapter a day but only force knows how much homework my teachers will give me.

KenSNJ: Yes, he feels like he owes Luke. So he's trying to do something to make up for it that isn't prevented by his… unique, physical state. He's not the most subtle of people though. Thanks for reviewing!

Nataly SkyPot: Thanks once again!

Daktor: I try to keep the balance of humor and drama. I will keep updating.

Thanks to all reviewers and advice givers, you know who you are. Now I present you with the next part of what happened once the reset button was pushed.

(Luke's POV)

I woke up like I would on any ordinary day. Sat up, stretched, and then got out of bed. Only today, when I went to put a foot on the floor, I didn't feel the cool metal beneath my foot. I looked down to find my foot on a mattress, and next to my foot lay my father's maskless head. So it wasn't all a dream, I really got my family back. And I planned to keep it that way.

Carefully stepping over my sleeping father, I went to get dressed in my proper Jedi attire. After doing so I poured not one, but TWO bowls of cereal. I placed them on a table and went to see if Anakin was awake yet.

From the looks of how he was sleeping, I was going to have to wait the whole day. I knelt down and fixed the blanket, the way a father does when their son is asleep. Oh the irony.

I waited for a few more minutes, then I lost the little patience I had. I only had ANY patience because my new 'roommate' hadn't slept properly in two decades.

"Father," I whispered impatiently, "wake up it's morning."

"A few more minutes Luke," moaned my father.

"Please," I pleaded, reaching out a hand to shake his bare shoulder slightly. The second my hand made contact with the flesh, blue eyes snapped open, their owner suddenly going from 0% to 100% alert. He looked as if someone was standing over him with a giant axe. Then Leia's earlier words echoed in my head, "Luke, that's the understatement of the century. A simple touch is a knife to him. It's scary." Being the "him" in question must be even scarier.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I panicked, "Did I hurt you?!"

"No," Anakin replied, "you took me by surprise that's all. I guess my skin is a little oversensitive from not being touched by anything for two decades."

"Now THAT, is the understatement of the century. I prepared breakfast for us, how about we eat."

Anakin winced for a reason I didn't know and then said, "My digestive system is among my non-operational body parts."

"Oh," I said dumbly. Well that ruined my family meal.

"The droid they assigned to take care of my 'eating' should be here just about… now."

On cue, Artoo wheeled through the door tooting excitedly. "Hey Artoo," Anakin greeted, "you here to tell me my droid is on the way? Or are you delivering supplies?"

Artoo beeped something and Anakin's expression instantly turned to one of fear.

"YOU are in charge of MY health issues and machine regulated functions?! WHAT IMBECILE DECIDED ON THAT?!"

Artoo beeped a triumphant response. "You volunteered huh. And because you were thinking of me. Aw, how sweet. If KILLING ME by fooling around is your idea of sweet!"

Personally I think he was overreacting but I didn't dare say anything about it. The Chosen One's soul was just as fragile as the body it resided in. Since when did I think all serious like that?

"Should I call your 'personal bodyguard'?" I teased.

Anakin took it seriously and responded, "Of course not! The last thing I need is my bodyguard seeing me only wearing sleep pants. That would be… unfortunate. I don't want to add to the series of unfortunate events that have occurred in my lifetime. That list is already longer than my medical report."

"Your medical report is one of those unfortunate events."

"Therefore making the list really long."

Artoo inserted something into the control panel and rolled out of my quarters.

"What did he put in there?" I asked.

"A vitamin solution that will be brought to my body via tube. I don't really know how it works. I don't know that Artoo didn't put gunpowder in this thing either. If he did we'll find out soon enough."

I almost spit out a spoonful of cereal as I thought of the many terrible outcomes of Artoo "accidentally" putting in something other than the…uh… er… whatever scientific term my father called it. This is why I didn't sign up to become a medic. I'd be lost. And I wouldn't have learned the truth.

I was drawn out of my "Doctor Skywalker: Failed Medic" fantasies when there was a knock at the door. "Luke, it's me Leia-" came the reply, which I cut off by opening the door. What I didn't let her say, was that Han and Chewie were with her. And like Anakin said, we don't need any people seeing ex-Sith Lords shirtless (unless you count the control panel sticking out of his stomach a shirt). Luckily for my sanity and what little remained of my father's dignity, he was able to swiftly change a blanket into a makeshift cloak (oversized hood included).

"So," Han said, "was it a good morning or a bad morning."

"Certainly a morning I never thought I'd witness, or be part of. Speaking of which, I'm not wearing a shirt. I'll be right back." Anakin stated evenly, then he grabbed his clothes from random places in the room and went into the 'fresher to change.

Leia cut through the silence, "Today there's going to be a meeting to discuss strategy for the upcoming attack on the second Death Star. We all need to be there, with an explanation for how the believed dead 'Hero with No Fear' ended up here, and why he's on life support."

So we all tried to come up with believable cover stories. When we couldn't think of anything good, Han suggested a rather strange idea, "We say it was to play a prank on the Imperials. He decided to pretend to be Vader and put up a fake 'this is what's underneath my thingy!' charade. BUT, some idiot decided 'lets assassinate a Sith Lord' on the day of the prank, so he got injuries similar to the ones he faked."

"I'm not stupid enough to try something like that."

We all turned around to see Anakin leaning against to 'fresher doorway (I think the leaning was more for support than looking casual) with his arms crossed over his chest in trade mark Vader fashion.

"Where'd you come from?" Han asked.

"Do I need to explain reproduction to you Han? This isn't eighth grade health class."

For a guy who spent more than half his life suffering, he had a great sense of humor. "We still need a cover story," I reminded everyone.

"Way ahead of you," my father responded with a daredevil smirk (that probably was straining some injuries. Yikes) on his face, "I've got a whole story mapped out. And it's the truth, just put metaphorically"

Since everyone was ready, we walked down the hall ways towards the conference room. The battle had officially begun for the five of us.

AN: There are three non-Star Wars related Easter Eggs in this story. One in chapter 8, one in chapter 9, and one in this chapter. If you find them let me know in your reviews!