The walk with Anakin was surely awkward.

He knew for a fact that his father did not trust him whatsoever. Luke could sneeze and he was sure that Anakin would ignite his light saber and possibly slash him to bits.

Luke couldn't help but notice the amount of stares he received while walking the streets with Anakin. His name was widely known, and many if not all people seemed to view him with high respect as they would bow or wave happily towards him. He remembered Ben telling him that his father was quite well known in his time, and now Luke sees that indeed that was true. Of course, being the socially awkward guy that he was, Luke didn't necessarily enjoy the attention that drifted from Anakin onto him when people noticed he was walking with someone.

Most stares were of confusion, some of jealousy. He squirmed under the gazes.

To get his mind off of everyone staring, Luke decides to ask his father where he was taking him.

"Where are we going?" Luke asks, catching up to his father so that he is walking beside him. He has to look up when he speaks to him, as Anakin is a head or so taller than him. It really does make him feel as though he is simply walking the streets with him as father and son, a casual stroll through town.

That is until Anakin's eyes meet his and he senses all of the distrust and suspicion.

"The Jedi Temple." He answers curtly.

Luke cocks his head in confusion. A Jedi temple? Surely the name is self explanatory, and it causes Luke's mind to turn its gears. If there were more Jedi, there's a larger chance that there would be someone to help him. But, what exactly is at the Jedi temple? Is that where his father lived? Where he grew up?

"What's the Jedi council?" Luke asks, watching his father's expression remain stoic.

"A council made up of the most powerful Jedi in the world. So, if you are the Sith, good luck making it out of there alive." Anakin teases, his mouth curving in amusement.

Luke only prays that Anakin doesn't somehow convince everyone that he's the Sith.

Another topic that Luke has no idea about. Who is this Sith they're looking for? Surely Sidious isn't around yet, or is he? He isn't necessarily very well informed considering he has zero information on his father's past. Funny that he's not being told it but quite literally living it.

"I'm not a Sith." Luke mumbles under his breath, kicking a pebble.

Anakin remains expressionless, ignoring his comment.

They walk a little ways longer in silence until they reach yet another massive structure, which isn't a surprise to Luke considering the city is filled with high rising buildings at every corner.

"I'll explain everything, you don't say a word unless asked." Anakin orders sharply before walking into the building as the sliding automatic doors open revealing a large space with high rising ceilings.

Luke keeps his mouth shut, just as his father has ordered and follows him quietly inside. He can't help but stare in awe at…well everything. It was so elegant, so exquisite and classy that Luke felt completely out of place. There were a few people sitting at some of the chairs and tables chatting, and when Anakin looks over their way they all bow in a gesture of respect and then stare at Luke with confused glances before all whispering to each other.

Luke internally screams. He hates the attention.

He follows his father to an elevator, where they both step inside. As it starts going up, Luke looks behind him to see the astonishing view of the bustling city of Corascunt below. It was so fascinating to him, to see such liveliness and tranquility in a city. He barely remembers a time when life was peaceful.

The elevator dings indicating that they've arrived at their destined floor, and the two walk out onto beige colored tiles and into a large space where Luke notices young children swinging around make shift light sabers. The scene shocks him causing a wave of emotion inside of him.

This is what life was like before the Empire, before the termination of all the Jedi. What kind of monster could have killed these children? Luke feels a smile forming on his lips, his eyes becoming glossy with tears. So many young training Jedi, so much peace, it was overwhelming to him but in a good way. A very good way.

Anakin glances over at the boy, confusion forming on his features as he realizes that unshed tears and a wide smile rest on his face. An odd reaction indeed.

"Go sit at one of the chairs, I will be back in a moment." He orders, before getting close to Luke's face. His eyes turn dark, intimidating becoming an understatement.

Luke swallows thickly in fear.

"And if you cause any harm to any of the younglings I won't think twice about killing you." He threatens severely, his eyes boring into Luke's.

Luke nods his head, agreeing faster than he's ever agreed in his life.

"I wouldn't think of it." He responds, saluting his father awkwardly before practically bolting to one of the chairs in fear that Anakin will sever his head.

His father sure was a frightening man, Vadar or not.

Anakin watches in satisfaction as Luke sits in fear watching the younglings. At least now he knows he won't try to do anything harmful.

Taking one last look at the blonde, Anakin pivots on his heel and walks down in the other direction towards the meditation chambers. He knows exactly where the person he's seeking is.

Once out of Luke's sight, panic courses through Anakin's veins and he sprints down the halls before pushing open a door that leads him to where a figure sits, legs crossed, in a meditative state.

"You think a knock would be too much to ask, Anakin?" An irritated Jedi Master asks, flat sarcasm in his voice as he remains in his meditative pose.

"My apologies Master," Anakin says, more out of formality than sincerity," But, we have a situation." He says urgently.

At the insistence in his voice, Obi-wan opens his eyes and sighs. Anakin shifts his weight from one foot to the other impatiently as his master sluggishly, and very slowly, uncrosses his feet and stands to face him.

Of course his master had to take his precious time, time that Anakin could not waste.

"Force Master, is it going to take you a year to ask me what's happened?"

Obi-wan, quite used to Anakin's rash remarks, only rolls his eyes.

"What's so urgent that it couldn't wait until after my meditation?" Obi-wan finally asks, his voice tinged with irritation.

"I found a boy." He begins, his eyes darting around the room as he collects his thoughts.

Obi-wan stays silent, allowing for him to continue.

"He's force sensitive, I have never seen him around the temple before. I don't know his intentions, nor do I know what to do with him, so I've brought him here. I thought that maybe the council could do something about it." He explains, watching as Obi-wan's brows knit in thought.

Obi-wan strokes his beard, the gears in his mind turning as he evaluates the situation. Always so thoughtful his master was, and a trait that Anakin lacked as he was rather rash and impulsive. The two balanced each other out quite well.

Perhaps that's why they made such a great team.

"Is he here now?" Obi-wan asks, watching as Anakin nods.

"Yes, I left him with the younglings."

He doesn't miss the significant change of color in his master's face as his eyes widen.

"You left a possible threat with the younglings. Anakin are you out of your mind?" Obi-wan chastises, disappointment and panic in his voice.

Anakin immediately feels the distress in his master's Force energy, and feels panic rise in his own blood.

The two share a worried look before racing out of the room.

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Sitting on a plush red futon, Luke stares with wonder as he observes his surroundings.

Massive.

The only word Luke could find as he tried to describe the place, along with his overwhelming feelings. He watched attentively as children, no older than the ages of nine, wielded make shift light sabers in their hands learning how to use the weapon.

He wondered if this is what he would look like had the Jedi order not been terminated.

Looking away from the scene, the blonde stares down at his folded hands in deep thought. What was he doing here? Just why did the Force decide to send him so far back into the past that he was living a long side his deceased father, not to mention the Anakin Skywalker version. It was so completely unlike the Force.

The Force was tamed, in control, reasonable. But, now?

Now, it was a nightmare.

As hard as the blonde tried to meditate, to find any source of answers, he couldn't reach what he so desired. The Force felt like water. He could cup it in his hands, but he couldn't manipulate it or else it would spill.

Couldn't find the comfort from the Force he once felt.

In all honesty, Luke felt as though he couldn't even breathe.

Nothing made sense to him anymore.

Loud, fast paced footsteps echo throughout the room grabbing Luke's attention as he looks up to see a man, with a shaggy beard and floppy dirty blonde hair, racing down the hall followed by his father. The two seem to be sharing a look of panic that is until Anakin makes eye contact with him and Luke can see the relief spread across is features.

The two stop directly in front of him, panting and all.

"See Master, everything's under control." Anakin explains, folding his arms over his chest as he looks down at with a sense of…relief?

The older man pinches the bridge of his nose, clear irritation spreading across his features.

"Force Anakin, you will surely be the death of me one day." He says with sarcasm dripping from his words, causing Anakin to smirk.

Luke tilts his head to the side, closely examining the man standing before him.

The beard…that accent….the sarcasm….

"Ben?" Luke questions his thoughts aloud, "Ben Kenobi?" He whispers, surprise in his voice as he stares in wonder at the man before him.

At the mention of his name, Obi-wan raises a brow at the blonde boy. But, before Obi-wan can even question him Anakin is already shooting questions and coming to stand between them as if protecting his master.

"You know Obi-wan?" Anakin asks Luke with light surprise and suspicion evident in his voice.

Luke internally scolds himself. He really should be more careful.

"Uh yeah!" Luke says quickly without meeting Anakin's eyes. Instead his gaze lingers to the not-so-old future hermit. "Obi-wan's a war hero, doesn't everyone know him?"

The blonde can only hope his voice sounds as convincing as he thinks it does.

Obi-wan's lips curve into a small smile, rather pleased with the title Luke had given him.

Anakin on the other hand nods slowly.

"I suppose you're right." Anakin admits, though he notices that it's quite difficult for him to do so as the evident pitch of irritation resonates in his voice.

Obi-wan, rolling his eyes at his student's informal behavior, brushes past him so that he is standing directly in front of Luke who is still seated.

He notes that Obi-wan is shorter than Anakin and his presence is much less intimidating than that of his father's as he looks up to make eye contact with him.

And, without any command, Luke feels the Force around him guide his next actions.

He let's down all of his guards, all of his mental shields and allows Obi-wan to feel his Force wholly. He lets him see the good in him, the light side of the Force that so greatly makes up the person that he is. He lets him see the confusion, the helplessness that he feels in this very moment, as he has no direction or guidance.

As he does this, it's the first time Luke feels some kind of relief.

This is exactly what he needed from the moment he realized the mess he'd ended up in. He needed someone he could trust, someone he could rely on.

Obi-wan hesitantly pokes around Luke's mind, as if cautious of what he might find. Luke sends a small burst of encouragement through the Force towards Obi-wan to urge him to dig deeper in his mind. Obi-wan seems to understand his gesture as he does so with precaution.

Luke watches as Obi-wan absorbs all of the raw emotion from his Force signature.

Then after only a few short moments, Obi-wan…laughs.

"Master, are you alright?" Anakin asks, quirking a brow at his Master's odd behavior.

To be completely honest, Anakin was more conflicted with the fact that Luke so easily allowed Obi-wan to examine his Force signature, to feel his emotions. Why did he so suddenly trust his Master?

More importantly, why didn't Luke trust him so quickly?

As soon as he thinks it Anakin briskly brushes away the thought. He didn't need Luke's trust, propestrous thoughts like that could easily get him in trouble. Luke could be a possible threat; he doesn't need a possible Sith as an ally.

"You think this boy is a threat? Anakin, please." Obi-wan chuckles, folding his arms across his chest.

"I believe him to be a threat until the council proves otherwise." Anakin says firmly.

Although convinced, Obi-wan nods at his student before looking back at Luke.

"Although it is a rare occasion, Anakin is right." Obi-wan says, flat sarcasm in his voice.

Anakin absorbs Obi-wan's stab, making a mental note to get back at him as soon as matters are resolved and it's safe.

"Come Luke, let's get you introduced to the council."

a / n: Yes, I'm still alive and yes i will still be continuing this story! So sorry for the delay in uploading life's gotten far too busy for me to juggle everything in a relatively responsible manner...so bear with me when it comes to uploading.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter and where the story is going!