Summary- Darth Vader has known nothing other other then the darkness for years. He hasn't thought of his past or Anakin Skywalker in a very long time. He didn't bother thinking of the love he lost, or the friends he left behind. There was no reason to. He had everything he ever wanted. Power. But then that boy walked into his life, the boy with her eyes. Those eyes brought back memories, brought back feelings. Those eyes ignited a small flame that was drawn to the light.

That small flame of light echoed through the force so very tiny, but strong enough to be noticed. Obi Wan who had just finished speaking to Luke, haunted by the young Jedi's words that echoed his mother's. The same words she spoke on her death bed, 'there is still light in him. I know it.' The force drew Obi Wan to Vader's dreams and in a last attempt to help his old friend the force gifted Obi Wan with enough power to send Anakin back, to give him a second chance.

AN- I know the idea that the force can transport someone back in time wouldn't happen, but just an idea that came to me so I decided to write it.

He opened his eyes and smiled as her hair pushed on his face. How he missed this, holding her in his arms as they slept side by side. Every time they were apart any time he slept without her he longed to hold her again. To just feel her in his arms breathing in and out slowly as she slept. He could lay like this forever surrounded by the woman he loved. His smile stayed on his face as he felt truly at home. He knew where they were, on her home planet in her home, their home. This was perhaps the only place he ever considered a home, the one and only place he truly felt safe.

His smile turned to a frown as he felt the warmth draining from him every bit of happiness started to slip away. The safe feeling of home vanished he turned his head back to his wife who slept beside him, but she was no longer there he couldn't feel her. Panic gripped him, where did she go? He tried to yell her name, but no sound came out. He was ripped from the bed and thrown into a pit of darkness; no warm walls no soft bed, no wife. A dark laugh echoed through the darkness it chilled his bones just hearing it.

'No.' a voice whispered in his mind. 'It was real. I was real.' And then as if someone pushed the voice away it vanished.

Vader sat up and placed his hand on his head. He had that dream again the dream he kept trying to forget. Ever since he had first seen the boy he had known. Ever since he had seen the boy he had been haunted by images of the past. Haunted by every decision he had made, every face he had left behind. He heard voices everywhere he turned as he saw images haunting the halls.

All the images all the voices belonged to a time that could only be considered when he was real, when he could truly be seen. It had been so long since he had thought about that time, so long since he dared to think perhaps that was a better time. Ever since he had seen that boy he began to wonder if everything could have been different if only he made different choices.

He was only Vader now, but once he had been real once he had been someone's little boy who cared for everyone even if he didn't know them. Once he had been a boy that just wanted to help a strange man and his friends. Once he could feel every emotion around him, once he could love, once he had friends that he would do anything for. Now he had no one.

He fell into the darkness an inescapable pit. There was a part of him that even he did not realize that just wanted to be free. A part deep within his soul that was still Anakin Skywalker calling out for someone to listen someone to help him. Someone to battle the darkness and allow his soul to be free within the light. There seemed no one left that wanted to find that small part of him, but still that light hid deep away locked away from the world.

No one was left that could hear the small amount of light within him, no one could hear the small light screaming to be free. Deep down it was as if Anakin Skywalker frozen in time was screaming to be free. Screaming that he was real, that he was there. He could still feel the pain he could still see every thing he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had no control. He just wanted to be real once more, he just wanted to be free, but no matter how hard he tried he wasn't strong enough.

He fell so far becoming Vader he could no longer be recognized as that little boy that had once put his pod racer on the line, just to win money for a strange Jedi and a girl. He fell so far from being the little boy that just loved his mother. he fell so far from being the boy who once had a friend by his side that was more like a brother, but because of his choices he had chased that friend away. No. He had killed that friend. His heart race picked up as he thought of Obi Wan.

'You were the chosen one!' his ild master's voice echoed through the room. Vader almost felt like he was transported back in time, back to that fateful day he had lost to his once master. The day that he stopped being Anakin Skywalker and fully became Darth Vader. He could still feel the heat on his skin; he could still feel the pain as if always haunting him from his skin burning away. 'It was said you would destroy the sith, not join him! Bring balance to the force not leave it in darkness!'

Vader could still hear his own screams from the heat, from the pain. 'I hate you!' his voice spat. The small part of him that was Anakin felt pain just from those words regretting them, but Vader was far stronger then Anakin. Vader wanted to smile at those words he knew what pain they caused the master Jedi.

'You were my brother Anakin, I love you.' Obi Wan's voice broke. Anakin felt the fire take him in whole and the memory ended.

Vader let himself fall back to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an important day. The end was near for the war. He knew his son was going to come for him, he knew tomorrow was the day he would either convince his son to join him, or he would have to kill him. Vader hoped Luke would join him, the power the two could wield together they could rule father and son.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep he was haunted once again by a face he had killed. The face of an older aged Obi Wan.

"I killed you." Vader spoke not realizing that this was only a dream, everything around him felt so real.

"I didn't believe it." The old man spoke, "After all this time I lost faith."

"How are you here?" Vader growled.

"I've always been here, ever since you killed me." He spoke, "This is just the only time I got through."

"Through?" Vader asked his anger growing, how could this be possible. He wasn't even detecting him within the force.

"You changed in front of me, your eyes got darker with every day. It happen quietly your focus burned away. You tried to talk to me and I never listened to you fears of your dreams. I never made sure you were safe. You chose to lock yourself away. I'm here now. I'm here to listen." He told Vader stepping forward.

"There is nothing I have to stay to you." Vader growled. "You are nothing,"

"I knew you struggled all those years ago, I hoped if I just ignored my fears you would stay within the light, but I see now you needed me. You still do." Obi Wan spoke.

"You don't know me." Vader hissed, "You don't know Darth Vader."

"He is not who I speak to now." Obi Wan spoke and as he did his ghostly imaged seemed to change, he was no longer the old man, but the young man he had been back before Darth Vader had been born. The younger Obi Wan stood before him now. Seeing him brought back a flash of an emotion Vader had long since forgotten, a flash of loyalty. Seeing the face he had once called friend seemed to spark a small flame deep within as if to light the way for Anakin to see his way through the darkness. Yet just as quickly as the light was ignited Vader pushed it out with his darkness. "Tricks will not help you." Vader spoke. "He is gone, you can not reach him."

"In the words of your wife and your son, there is still light within you." Obi Wan spoke, "I just wish I saw it sooner, I wish I fought harder for you. Anakin."

"Anakin is no more he is nothing more then a story now." Vader spoke.

"Once you were real. Once you had something to lose." Obi Wan told him "That is what drove you here. Remember why you turned to darkness."

"Power." Vader spoke quickly, "I wanted power I wanted to be powerful I wanted to rule."

"No." Obi Wan shook his head, "yes you wanted power, but not to rule." He looked at the half man half machine that stood in front of him, "You wanted power to protect. You wanted power to help the republic. You wanted power to save Padme."

Upon hearing the name of his wife that light deep within was once again ignited, this time Vader didn't crush it.

"Once you could feel." His old Master spoke, "Once you could love. And you loved her. That was real. Anakin was real he still is."

"No." Vader said his voice hollow, "Love wasn't real, all that is real is power."

"You don't believe that, I know it." Obi Wan told him. "And I have the power to show you."

"Show me?" Vader asked, but Obi Wan didn't answer only smiled.

"I love you Anakin." He spoke, "And I forgive you."

Vader wanted to grow angry, he wanted to yell back but before he could it was as if someone opened up the blast doors and he was sucked into the vacuum of space. All he saw was darkness he was spinning faster then he ever had before. He couldn't see anything and before he knew it he was lost within the darkness.

It was that dream again he smiled has he felt her in his arms; he felt her hair on his face. How he longed for these dreams during the day and couldn't wait to sleep so he could hold her again. He knew this time wouldn't last he knew he would be ripped away from this at any moment, but for now he would enjoy it. He could pretend this truly was real he could feel ever rise and fall of her breath. He could soak up her presence in the force. He didn't want to move afraid if he did he would wake up and if he did he would be brought back to his ship. Back to the present where she wasn't there, were he was Darth Vader and not Anakin Skywalker. he took notice his hand that was wrapped around her. It held her yes not her swollen stomach, but instead her small waistline. That was strange he always dreamed of her, but it was always their first night laying together after he found out she was expected his child. Without thinking he lifted his head and looked at her, this was the first time he had seen her face fully in his dreams.

He felt his heart breaking seeing her face again; it seemed so real as if she really was just sleeping next to him. He let himself stay propped up next to her just staring at her.

This dream was by far the best he had since he began having them. He could hear ships that flew outside his window and it was lasting far longer then any had before. Who knew how long he just watched her, just kept that silly grin on his young face. He could feel how much he missed her, how much he wanted to really feel her touch, really hear her voice really see her eyes. And then they opened. Padme's eyes looked up at him she groaned as she did every morning when she woke up. He remembered she wasn't much of a morning person. His heart raced with joy, but it also began to sink he knew at any moment he would wake up and this moment would be thrown back into reality and he would be in the reality pretending he didn't miss this, didn't miss her.

"What's with that silly grin Ani?" she asked.

He felt the smile fade from his face, never before had he heard her voice so real in his dreams. Never had he seen her so clearly. This was so real he knew he didn't want to wake up.

"Ani?" She frowned as she propped her self up her face only inches from his. He could feel her breath on his face. He wanted to lean forward and kiss her, to feel her lips on his. Without thinking he knew he wanted to get the most out of his dream. He leaned forward and kissed her. In that moment he felt like his whole world had been spinning out of control almost as if the moment he became Vader his soul had been scattered flying among the stars, but in the moment of that kiss it was like his soul snapped back together. His world snapped back into focus. He pulled her close and depended the kiss. It felt so real it felt like their first kiss in over twenty years. He never wanted it to end.

Padme pulled back for air and smiled at her husband, "What was that for?" she asked smiling rested her head on his.

"I've missed you." He whispered, but his voice wasn't the voice he was used to. The echo that always followed his words was gone. His mask was gone. He was breathing on his own.

"I'm right here." She told him leaning back and brushing his hair out of his face, "Are you alright Ani?"

"I wish this could last." He told her knowing this dream must be coming to an end.

"As do I, but I should leave now." She told him as she moved away sliding her feet over the side of the bed.

"No. Please." His voice was desperate as he reached for her, "Don't leave me."

"Ani." She said looked back worry on her eyes. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Not without you." He said, "I don't want this to end, I don't want to wake up."

"You are awake." She told him. She leaned over and kissed him softly, "Did you have another nightmare?"

"I've been living one for so very long." He said, "I wish this was real." He told her his body shaking, as he knew this was going end. He didn't want it to, he wanted to be here in the moment, with her.

"Anakin." she spoke as she got back on the bed and wrapped her arms around him. "This is real, I am real. What did you dream about?"

"I don't want to be him." He spoke, "I want you I want this. I want our future."

"And you have it." She told him, "I'm not going anywhere."

He looked up at her their eyes meeting, "Yes you are." He told her, "Any moment I'm going to wake up and be brought back there, back to the darkness."

"This isn't a dream." She told him, "What ever you are talking about, the darkness was only a dream. Anakin." She paused, "Perhaps that accident you were in last night effected you more then they thought."

"Accident?" he asked.

"You don't remember?" She sighed, "I was supposed to wake you up and not let you sleep to long."

His eyes searched her trying to figure out what she was telling him. Already this dream was far more then it had ever been before.

"You swore to the doctors you were fine, they told you not to let yourself sleep to long and to have someone around that could wake you every hour." She told him, "You told everyone you didn't need someone so that I could sneak into here and be that person for you." She sighed, "Only I fell asleep and now you are confused and disoriented like the doctors said you would be."

He placed his hand on his head he felt the pain echoing thought his mind. What was going on? Why was this dream so real? How could he feel pain in his dream?

"Anakin. You worrying me, perhaps I should get the doctor." Without saying anymore or letting him respond she hurried from the room in the direction of a doctor.

Anakin looked around the room; it felt hard to breath as if without his mask he couldn't breath. He continued to breath heavy as he looked at his hands, one was real flesh and the other mechanical. His dark suit was nowhere to be seen. Nothing made sense. He called out for Padme, but she didn't return.

Panic began to grip him, he hadn't felt this in so very long, but he knew this dream was turning into a nightmare; something bad was going to happen. She was gone now she had left. He got up and allowed his feet to carry him out of the room. He looked around stunned. Everything looked just as it had years ago it was amazing how his mind held onto every detail. He turned around and everything felt like it was spinning, he couldn't make sense of everything. He turned, but he was moving to quick and not paying attention. He walked right into a droid that was carrying a tray of food. The tray hit his head and he yelled out in pain. It hurt far more then it should as if something had been ripped open. He cried out in pain and fell onto the ground holding his head in pain. He touched where the pain was and then glanced at his hand and saw blood, why was he bleeding from a simple tray.

"Anakin!" a male's voice called in worry. He looked up to see Obi Wan rushing to him, but it wasn't the old man. It was his old master young again.

"What did you do to me?" he growled at his old master, "Why are you torturing me?" his voice grew louder to a yell.

"Anakin." Came another voice. Her voice. She was back. He looked up at her.

"You came back." He said smiling seeing her, but the smile faded as hateful eyes fell onto Obi Wan. "You are tricking me. This isn't real you want to torture me. You want to kill me"

"What are you doing here?" he heard Obi Wan ask Padme, but then turned to his friend, "Anakinwhy would you think that?

"I." she paused, "Found him wondering around he doesn't understand what's going on. He doesn't think I'm real any of this is real. He's confused."

The doctor leaned down and looked at him, "He opened the wound on his head." He told her, "We should bring him back to the clinic and run some test."

"I should have been by every hour to wake him." Obi Wan shook his head, "He swore he was fine."

"Skywalker is very head strong." The doctor smiled, "I'm sure he just needs some time to re-oriented and understand what's going on."

Obi Wan leaned down, "Let me help you Ana-" he paused as his friend looked at him with nothing but hate in his eyes. "-kin."

"Ani." Padme said, "Look at me." She noticed the hate that he held for Obi Wan in his eyes. "Just look at me."

"I killed him." He muttered as his eyes moved to Padme, but softened when he met her eyes.

"It was only a dream Ani. It was all a dream." She spoke and as he did he felt a small pinch in his arm and then he felt himself being pulled away and back into the darkness. He knew this moment was coming he didn't want to leave he didn't want to wake up. He reached for her, but she was so far away now. He couldn't feel her, not anymore.

AN-A little idea I got from listening to a song on youtube. Review and let me know if I should continue.