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Aboard the second Death Star, Luke Skywalker lay collapsed before a crazed Emperor and his henchman. Lightning was racing over him like sand pelting him in a sandstorm, Luke's muscles contracting without will so he was unable to even take a breath of air. In front of him sat the Emperor on his throne, cackling with glee as he watched on with his beady yellow eyes, his hands and face wrinkled like that of a Hutt. Beside him stood a figure in black, watching on as if with no interest to Luke's fate. That man just happened to be Darth Vader, Luke's very own long lost Father come to light.

How had it come to this? How was he lying here dying with his own father watching on, in a world filled with so much darkness that only Luke, a wannabe Jedi Knight, was the last hope for the entire galaxy?

At eighteen years old, Luke had watched his Aunt and Uncle die and followed a mad hermit from the hills on a crazy adventure that ended with him joining a rebellion against an entire Empire. The past four years had been filled with tragedy and sabotage, the thin strand of hope keeping everyone going carried by Luke. Some would say that alone was enough adventure for a lifetime, and Luke was inclined at that very moment to agree.

Now, at only twenty-two years of age, Luke was certain this was his end. Aboard the second Death Star, Luke had not had the time or preparation for this fight. Then again, he'd not had any preparation for the first Death Star either when he managed to blow that up with a miracle shot, but not before an entire planet had been destroyed. Not only had a single order killed a billion innocent souls from Alderaan, but Luke's shot killed a million more, many of the men aboard simply there on orders. As it was said, one could not simply just leave the Imperial Army, no matter how much they desired too.

Finally, the lightning came to an end, Luke gasping for air, gagging at the smell of burning hair and flesh in the air. Pain was zinging up and down him in waves still, the electricity having no where to go. Even if he survived, his body would be permanently damaged after this encounter.

"Will you submit to me, young Luke?"

Spitting blood, Luke shook his head. "Never!"

What did it matter, though? Back on Endor, his friends were desperately trying to get the shields down so they could destroy this second Death Star. The Emperor must have known this – as soon as Luke was dead, he would leave with Vader.

"Then you WILL DIE!"

The electricity returned, Luke gasping in agony as he looked up at the Emperor with his blurring vision. His entire past began to haunt him – watching his home burn against the setting suns on Tatooine, watching Obi-wan die as he was struck down by Vader, hearing his father's deep voice as he stood cornered above the ventilation shaft on Bespin. I am your father!

The blood of their enemy was running through his veins, and in an attempt to save his own father, Luke was now going to die under his gaze.

Or perhaps not...the dark figure was moving, shifting, stepping. The Emperor was cackling harshly, so focused on Luke he didn't notice when Darth Vader came up behind him and scooped him off the throne. The Emperor was still spewing lightning, Luke watching sparks fly from his father's life support box secured to the chest of his suit.

"Vader! What is this-?" By the time Palpatine realized he should be worried, Vader had already thrown him down the ventilation shaft.

But it was too late on all fronts. Too weak now to even flinch, Luke felt himself beginning to fade away as he watched his father crumble to his knees.

"F-father…" Luke tried, but could not make his limbs even twitch.

"My son...I'm so...sorry."

Closing his eyes, Luke could not feel even an ounce of comfort from knowing the galaxy was safe from the likes of Sheev Palpatine. Though the Alliance would now be free to take over and return the galaxy to a Republic, it felt like everything that Luke had gone through was for naught. All the battles and wars, all the training he had poured hours of effort into, all the friendships he had made and protected quite literally with his life had all lead him here: the death of both him and his father. Everything felt like it had been for naught, though Luke knew it was far from the truth. The Emperor was dead, and the rebels no longer needed him.

Why his father had to repent moments before their deaths, however, made Luke's heart tear in two. So there was still good in him...

Agony raced through his fried nervous system, Luke finally releasing himself into the Force, unable to hang on any longer.

CH 1

Luke.

The sound had no meaning to him, though it did feel as though he should have a response to it. Where was he? Everything was simply bright around him, nothing familiar.

Luke!

Reaching up, he pressed his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't want to answer because if he answered, he was certain he would be in pain again. But apparently that wasn't a choice; he felt pulled towards the direction of the voice, the pull unrelenting as it forced him forward.

"Luke!"

Blinking slowly, Luke stared up at a very familiar ceiling. So familiar, it was unbelievable. Closing his eyes again, he shook his head before opening them again. The sight before him did not change – a sand dome ceiling was above his head, his hands finding the covers of his child hood bed on Tatooine. Grains of sand rolled under his fingers, Luke looking down to find himself dressed in the usual tan colored robes found on the desert planet.

"Luke, it's time to get up! The suns are going to be rising soon!"

That voice...it was a voice he never thought he would hear again. It was a voice that was impossible to hear again. The only explanation was he was dead. Was this what life was like in the Force? Glancing down at his hands, he wasn't glowing blue like Obi-wan when he became a Force ghost. Maybe Force Ghosts all looked normal to each other?

Sitting up slowly, Luke caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Jaw dropping, he staggered over, pressing his hand against the glass.

"Luke Skywalker, what are you doing? You're going to smudge the glass!"

Whirling, Luke saw his Aunt Beru in the doorway. "But...But…"

"Are you feeling alright, honey? You look pale." Beru set aside a bowl she'd been stirring, wiping her hands on her apron like she always did and came over, pressing her cool hands against his cheeks.

Tsking, she shook her head. "Back to bed with you. You've got a fever. I'll tell your Uncle – you just get some rest."

"Aunt Beru...you're...alive…"

Frowning, Aunt Beru gently rubbed his shoulders. "Did you have a bad dream?"

A dream? Was that all last night had been – a bad dream? There was no way it had all been a dream – the last thing he remembered, he had been dying in agony, and now he was waking to his Aunt and Uncle still alive.

"What year is it?"

"Year? Well, it's still the 12th year of the Empire."

The 12th year of the Empire. Staggering, Beru caught him before he could fall. That meant that Luke was 12 – or did that make him 12 again?

"Honey, sit back down. You're ill."

Guiding him back to bed, she tucked him back under his covers before leaving his room. As soon as she was gone, Luke immediately got out again. Rushing back to the mirror, he ran his fingers over his face.

That had been real. Beru was real, he was real, and according to the mirror, he really was 12 again. Collapsing back on his bed, Luke did not know what to think.

There was only one explanation: the Force must have brought him back in time, as if offering him a redo. Though he didn't remember any record of that happening, there would be one person who would know. Old Ben Kenobi, secretly the Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi from the Republic. Surely he would know if something like this had happened before, but how did he break it to him without sounding like a complete madman?

A wave of dizziness passed over him, Luke unable to stop himself from slumping back down into his pillows. Maybe his Aunt was right – maybe this was all just a messed up fever dream. His body certainly did not seem to be operating correctly, chills running through him and his eyes falling shut now that the adrenaline from shock was leaving his body.

X

When Luke finally managed to wake up and stay awake for more than a fleeting moment, three days had passed. After three days of jumbled dreams, there was only one thing Luke was now certain of: he had to ask Obi-wan for help.

Grabbing his cloak and pack, Luke dressed quickly and headed through the halls. Uncle Owen was eating breakfast at the table, Aunt Beru beside him while the news played on the radio. The unexpectedly normal sight was like a kick to the gut; how many mornings had he come out to this very sight and taken it for granted? When he was in the rebellion, he had often thought back to his time here and long for a normal day on the farm listening to his Uncle curse at whatever droid or piece of equipment was broken while his Aunt soothed him in the background.

"Luke? Did you need something?"

"Um...I feel better today. I'm going to go to school."

"Never could keep you down for long. You should slow down, keep those feet of yours on the ground." Owen commented dryly.

As a kid, Luke always thought his Uncle despised him, but looking back, it was obviously his Uncle's way of showing affection. A farm life was hard, and on a planet like Tatooine it was strictly survival. The fact that his Aunt and Uncle took him in at all was nothing short of a miracle on a world where resources were as scarce as the suns were scorching.

"Thanks, Uncle Owen. Aunt Beru."

Giving him another odd look, Beru came over and checked his temperature again. "Well, if your sure. If you stop feeling well, just come home, alright?"

"I will."

Turning away from them, he hid the tears in his eyes as he headed down the path to school. After getting out of sight of the farm, Luke took a deep breath and reached into the Force. It was harder than it had been in his memories, but he still managed to pick out the speck of signature that was hiding itself away in the hills.

Trekking into the desert, Luke made sure to keep checking for Tuscan Raiders as he went, knowing he was defenseless without even a blaster. Entering into the somewhat shaded valley, Luke wandered his way through until finally coming to a hut cut into the side of the mountain. Now it was obvious to him that it had been carved with the help of the Force, his lips twitching in a smile as he went to knock.

The door opened before Luke could lay a knuckle on it, a gray haired man with beard opening the door. "Luke? What are you doing here? Did something happen?"

Shaking his head, Luke shoved his hands in his pockets. "I just needed to talk to you."

"To me? Is there something I can help you with?" Genuinely curious, Obi-wan stepped out of the way so Luke could enter the house.

Taking a seat that Obi-wan offered, Luke watched as Obi-wan went and poured them each a glass of blue milk. It had always been a mystery to Luke how Obi-wan had survived out on his own in such a treacherous place, but now it was painfully obvious. Now his question revolved more how a man of Obi-wan's ability wasn't simply bored out of his mind hanging around watching a child grow up.

"I know who you are."

"Oh?" Obi-wan did not seem very alarmed by this confession.

"Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi."

The blue milk fell from Obi-wan's hands, hitting the ground and mixing with the sand. Licking his lips, Obi-wan turned towards him with a concerned expression. "Where did you learn that name?"

"You'll never believe me."

"Try me." Ignoring the milk, Obi-wan came and sat down.

"Has anyone used the Force to turn back time before?"

"Turn back time? As in, time travel?" Obi-wan scoffed, shaking his head slowly. "No. The Force cannot be used to time travel."

Heart sinking, Luke frowned. "Really? There is absolutely no way?"

"Why are you asking me this, young one?"

Freezing, Luke regarded the man before him carefully. Obi-wan's face was set in an unreadable expression, Luke unable to glean anything from the Force either. Most likely shielding, Obi-wan was a master after all.

Gulping, Luke figured the worst he'd do is write it off as a bad dream like his Aunt. "I died. The Emperor almost killed me, and Darth Vader killed the Emperor, but then we both died from our wounds."

Obi-wan's unreadable expression turned blank. "What?"

Sighing, Luke hid his face in his arms. "I knew you wouldn't believe me."

"No, young one, start over. From the beginning, preferably." Obi-wan prompted him gently.

"I've already lived an entire life, er, well, at least, until I died at twenty-two. When I was eighteen, two droids came to Tatooine with plans for the Death Star, which set off a chain of events that got my Aunt and Uncle killed, which lead to us leaving and Alderaan being destroyed, then Vader killed you, and I joined the Rebellion-"

"Wait, wait, wait! You're rambling. What in the galaxy is a death star? What do you mean we all died? And you are only twelve years old!"

Frustrated, Luke got up, pacing the room. "I am twelve now! But I wasn't – I told you, I've come back in time! I died – really and truly, the Emperor killed me with his Force lightning!"

"How do you know what Force lightning...never mind. This is absolute insanity – I brought you out here to the middle of no where to keep you from this madness."

"Well, it didn't work. If I don't leave now, my Aunt and Uncle are going to get killed. Actually, if you don't leave now, the rebels are going to try and send those droids to you, and my Uncle is going to buy them-"

Holding up his hands, Obi-wan stopped Luke again. "Luke, this sounds like one very bad dream…"

"With all true information? If I'm not supposed to know any of this, how can I possibly dream it?" Luke demanded.

Shaking his head again, Obi-wan tapped his fingers across the table. "I see. This is...complicated. What is a death star, though?"

Sitting back down, Luke reached down to the ground and grabbed a handful of sand. Pouring it on the table, he began to draw. "It's a giant battle station the Emperor is building with the capabilities to destroy entire planets. In my...dream...it was used to destroy Alderaan when Princess Leia refused to give up the stolen plans for it. When we arrived to help, we rescued Leia from the Death Star, joined the rebellion, and I blew it up."

"I...see…" Obi-wan studied the drawing, frowning again before wiping it away. "After you...came back, were you sick?"

Eyes widening, Luke nodded. "I've been sick for days now. My Aunt and Uncle were getting ready to beg for a doctor."

"I see...Luke, I want you to go back to your Aunt and Uncle, alright?"

"What? What do you mean go back? And do what?"

Smiling at him, Luke immediately recognized it as one of Obi-wan's fake expressions. The man was trying to placate him. "Grow up. You are twelve – you had a bad dream, no matter how realistic it felt, alright?"

Frowning, Luke crossed his arms. "It wasn't a dream, Obi-wan! I'm telling you – I lived through it all! I died and came back to fix this mess!"

"In any case, you are too young to go gallivanting around the galaxy. You are going to stay here while I take the information you have on the Death Star to the rebellion."

"It's my information, I want to go too!"

"No, Luke. You cannot leave this planet - "

Eyes lighting up, Luke suddenly snorted. "You're still trying to hide me from my father, aren't you?"

Obi-wan's expression turned sharp. "What do you know about your father?"

"I know my father is Darth Vader, and that Leia Organa is actually my sister."

Paling, Obi-wan sat with his eyes closed for a long while. When he opened them, Obi-wan's eyes revealed a determination Luke had never seen in them before. "Luke, you will stay here with your Aunt and Uncle while I go talk to the rebellion."

"But that won't help my father at all!"

"Your father? Your father is a Sith Lord, you do realize that, right?"

"Yes, and he saved me, er, tried to save me at the end. There is still good in him – I know it!"

"Luke, you and your father can never meet. He will try and turn you to the dark side faster than you can blink!"

"Don't you get it? If I don't do something, everything is going to be a mess!"

"You will stay here with your Aunt and Uncle, do you understand? I will go to the rebellion." Obi-wan ordered.

Huffing, Luke finally gave a curt nod. "Fine."

"I mean it, Luke. You will not leave this planet!"

"Look, it's getting late. Can I head back now?"

Looking doubtful, Obi-wan had no reason to keep him. "Go home, Luke. I'll take care of this."

Heading out the door, Obi-wan didn't miss the haunted look that passed through Luke's eye as he left, but there was nothing the Master could say.

X

"I'll see you guys later!" Luke waved goodbye once more to his Aunt and Uncle as he headed out the door. Neither had any idea about his adventure yesterday, both obliviously believing that he was once more headed into school.

This time, however, Luke did end up in town, but school would once again have to wait. It was old and run down, the town held an Imperial recruitment and information center, though how many people they regularly recruited was a wonder to Luke.

Entering the office, the man behind the counter barely glanced his ways. "If you are here to sign up, you need to be 17."

"I need to send a message to someone in the Navy."

Sighing, the man reached under the desk and slapped a pad in front of him. "Fill out the information and write your message. It will take two to four days to process, and out here probably two to four weeks before receiving a response."

"Thank you."

After speaking with Obi-wan, Luke figured there was only one way he was going to be able to change the future: find his father and turn him back to the light side of the Force. Without the Force, or really Luke, there was no way the Rebellion would be able to destroy the Death Star. Obi-wan was severely underestimating what they were going up against, and it was obvious that he was never going to help him get to Darth Vader.

From his memories, Luke figured there would be one man that could help him get to his father. In his father's personal guards was a Sargent that Luke had met a few times in the past, and while the man was fiercely loyal to Vader, he was also one of the few that knew Vader was also Anakin Skywalker.

Dear Sargent Kreel, I hope this letter finds you well. You won't know me, but you will know the name Skywalker. I know where the son of Skywalker is – you'll find him on Tatooine.

Passing the pad back to the officer behind the desk, the man did not look it over before pressing send.

"Thank you, sir."

The respect made the man raise an eyebrow, the officer finally glancing over at him. "You're welcome. Hey, why aren't you in school, kid? How old are you, anyway, eight?"

"I'm twelve, and I'm heading there now."

The most important part of that message was getting his name into the system. If the name Skywalker started rolling around the navy, it would definitely get Vader's attention. There was no way someone as particular as his father wouldn't have the name tagged.

As he was leaving the office, he ran into an officer coming in, the man dropping his pad.

"I'm sorry!" Luke apologized, helping pick it up. Reading the man's tag, Luke saw Major Hal Grettesen.

"It's alright. Thank you." The Major took the pad, stepping aside for Luke to pass.

Checking the time, Luke cursed under his breath. "Kriff, the bell's about to ring…" Rushing towards the school, Luke figured he could use his recent illness as an excuse for being late. Hopefully, in a few days, he wouldn't be worrying about something as trivial as being late for school.