A new story once again. Another time travel. I am SOOOO original.

Don't own Star Wars. Etc. Etc.

(Quick Note: First two paragraphs won't work on mobile)

~o0o~

It was night

Obi-Wan rolled into a ball under the covers. Tomorrow, he would work even harder. Someone will surely choose to train him.

Anakin splayed out like a starfish. Tomorrow, he would avoid difficult classes. Someone will surely hear his cry for help.

Padmé buried into a pile of pillows. Tomorrow, she would practise problematic politics. Someone will surely see her fears.

It was day.

And all three children awoke to each other's company.

~o0o~

Old Ben of the Tatooine Wastelands abandoned his tea.

Darth Vader of the Empire abandoned a meeting.

He gathered all meagre belongings and rushed out the door.

He stormed to his TIE fighter and started the engine.

Getting away from young Luke was all that mattered now.

Getting to his old master was all that mattered now.

Because suddenly both knew exactly where each other were.

~o0o~

The walls and ground were wet and slimy with moss. Obi-Wan grimaced in disgust. The creche quarters were always purely white and gleaming with cleanliness. The creche masters never allowed a mess to break out. Obi-Wan's grimace deepened at the thought of the masters. He was in so much trouble, and the worst part was that he had no explanation.

How had he gone from his bedroom to the dirty streets of Coruscant?

Beside him were two other kids in the same scenario as him. Too bad they were as useless as each other. The girl wore a golden nightgown so intricate and rich in detail it would make the creche masters launch into a tirade on the frivolity of material wealth and its insignificance to the Jedi. The boy, like Obi-Wan, wore standard nightwear custom for the Jedi. Unlike Obi-Wan, the boy sported a thin braid dangling behind his right ear reflecting his status as a Padawan. Initiate Obi-Wan burned with jealously then tried to stamp it down knowing it was unruly emotions like that which made him so unappealing to Jedi masters.

The Padawan peered at the girl, "So, wait, you are –?"

"–My name is Padmé," the girl answered formally. She was the tallest of three and took great pleasure in this. "And your name, mister…?"

The Padawan's face burst into a grin so abundantly joyous it made Obi-Wan wonder how he had been chosen by a master for such flagrant disobedience of the Code. Padmé's hands were clasped between the Padawan's as the blond boy exclaimed, "It's me: Anakin! I can't believe you're here! What happened to you? Is that some crazy make-up? How did you get to Coruscant? Why are you so–?"

Padmé untangled herself from Anakin and wiped her hands on her nightgown. "We're on Coruscant?"

Obi-Wan attentively moved towards them. "Yes? Where else would you be?"

"On Naboo of course!" Padmé exclaimed. Her face had paled and the complex series of braids and pins that made up her hairstyle were falling apart. Strands of hair stuck to her face as she said, "How did I end up here? I must have been kidnapped!"

Obi-Wan frowned and pondered on the same thing. The streets and buildings around the Jedi Temple were polished and decorated. Beyond the grimy alleyway they were currently hidden in, the Initiate could see a bustling crowd made up of individuals so uncivilised in their code of dress it was impossible for them to be anywhere near the Temple.

The other boy, Anakin, toyed with his braid as he thought aloud, "Yeah, you must have been kidnapped. Probably by the Trade Federation. Those bantha turds never know when to stop."

Obi-Wan gaped at the language spouted by the Padawan. Padmé shook her head at the claim. "The Trade Federation are spineless and greedy," she agreed. "But Naboo has no qualms with them. And neither does the Naberrie Family. No, it must have been one of my political opponents."

"But why would they do that?"

Anakin and Padmé turned to the third member of their lost group. Obi-Wan added, "And why else would, sorry what was your name again?"

"Anakin."

"Why else would Anakin and I end up here as well? We got nothing to do with Naboo politics."

Padmé scrunched her nose up. "You're Jedi, aren't you? I can tell by your clothing and hair. Maybe your Masters are involved –"

"–I don't have a master," Obi-Wan replied bitterly.

Anakin bounced in between the two and said, "Well, my master and I helped out Naboo a few years ago. We were called heroes. So maybe that's why I'm here."

Padmé eyed the Padawan. "Heroes? I don't recall such a thing happening. The last time the Jedi were invited to Naboo was over fifty years ago. That's what my mother told me."

At Anakin's frown, Obi-Wan felt a nauseating feeling bubble in his stomach. Something felt wrong and its revelation was drawing nearer like an incoming stampede. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around himself and muttered, "I got a bad feeling about this."

"There's nothing –wait…" Anakin scrutinised Obi-Wan. "What's your name?"

Hearing Anakin's tone, Padmé stopped attempting to rearrange her hair back together. Her gaze was fixed on the redheaded boy wondering what was so special about him to make the Padawan act so serious. Anakin waited with baited breath. Obi-Wan felt uneasy but a soothing caress of the Force encouraged him to answer truthfully. "Obi-Wan Kenobi."

For Padmé, she pouted at the underwhelming answer. For Anakin, his eyes widened, looked up and down, soaking the entirety of the boy in front of him before whispering in awe, "Wizard!"

~o0o~

Old Ben sold everything he had except for the treasures locked away in a wooden box. That, he kept in a bag slung over his shoulder. With credits made, he bought a one-way ticket off Tatooine and then offered his service for the crew as a means of earning the second currency of Hutt Space, respect. Judging by the pleased expression on the Rodian captain's face, he was welcomed and wouldn't find himself flung into the dark depths of space in his sleep. Not when he was the only one on board who knew how to cook a decent meal. Apparently, the last chef had tried selling the crew out and was rewarded a laser to the gut.

As Ben prepared the meals, he concentrated on the bond between himself and his fallen brother. The flames of Mustafar had sealed the door between the two forever. Or so both had thought. When Ben had woken up that morning he expected to robotically move through the slow morning routine with nothing but the silence of a desert for companionship. Once, chatter was delivered alongside a cup of hot fresh tea. Now, Ben occasionally mumbled to himself to fill the gap and ease the ache in his heart. But today had been different.

Today, Ben felt Vader's Force signature. It was ice cold yet burnt when touched.

And Old Ben ran.

Knowing neither him nor Vader were going to waste any time.

~o0o~

Anakin was dumbfounded.

He trailed behind the girl of his dreams and the boy that was his master. Both were still discussing how they had appeared in a random alley and what their next plan of action should be. Padmé was convinced a conspiracy against her family had brought them here. Obi-Wan continuously dismissed her opinion, outright labelling it stupid, and argued the Jedi at the Temple would help.

"The Grand Master Yoda will probably know what happened," Obi-Wan said. "He has the answers to everything."

Anakin couldn't agree with that notion. Master Yoda had never offered him any useful advice other than meditation. Perhaps the old gremlin would get the shock of his life upon witnessing a young Kenobi wandering around their time period. Anakin had followed the two kids quietly but with bewilderment and excitement threatening to burst from him like a steaming teapot. He had no clue how he was going to break it to Obi-Wan and Padmé that neither were supposed to exist as they currently are at the present moment. Knowing both (enough) they would latch onto such an accusation like glue and nothing would ever get done.

"Hey, you guys got any credits on you?"

Obi-Wan checked his pockets whilst Padmé murmured, "No."

Sunlight blinked off the small gems attached to the pins in Padmé's hair. Anakin pointed to them. "We could sell those and rent a speeder. I can drive us to the Temple."

Ignoring Padmé's aghast expression, Anakin looked for Obi-Wan's approval. Obi-Wan amended the plan. "How about we just hire a taxi to take us there?"

Anakin slouched. It seemed no matter what age, Obi-Wan was against him driving a speeder. "Alright," he admitted.

Padmé fiddled with a lock of her brown hair as she huffed, "Don't you have anything to sell?"

"Jedi don't have possessions," Obi-Wan answered. Padmé wasn't a fan of that response.

The trio continued through the streets of Coruscant searching for a shop to sell the pins. The buildings were as tall as mountains and with the tips almost touching, sunlight just barely managed to seep through. The warmth it provided only served to boil those shuffling through the busy crowd, sharing body heat, and increasing temperatures to unbearable levels. One would sweat just walking from one side of the street to the other. Those in business attire were rare and stood out thanks to the sophisticated suits and the group of guards hired to protect them. It didn't escape Padmé's notice that most of those with upper status and wealth were human, which reminded her of the disparities and discrimination many non-human entities faced on planets like Coruscant. She remembered her mother saying that Naboo was not exempt from this. One need only look at the history between humans and the Gungans to learn Naboo still had much to do but Padmé was determined to be the one to build a bridge between the two species.

Padmé squeaked when a large alien bumped into her. Anakin grabbed her hand and pulled her up before she could meet the ground. He didn't let go of her. "We should hold each other's hands," he suggested. "We don't want to get separated from each other."

Obi-Wan sighed long and slowly before begrudgingly taking Anakin's other hand. "Fine."

With Obi-Wan in the lead, the children made it through the crowd. They pretended to not see the confusion of those noticing their nightclothes. Anakin was gawking at the cityscape around him. Growing up in the desolate land of Tatooine, he was still amazed at the many directions civilisations turned to across the galaxy. Giant advertisements projected over entire buildings showing off a new perfume to chase away the fishy smell of Mon' Calamari, a water-proof lipstick, and false eyelashes designed for aliens without them to begin with. Anakin couldn't help but think it was a little silly.

"Here," Obi-Wan said, dragging the two into a shop.

Once the door closed sound dissolved away, along with the city's oily smell. Now, the kids smelt spices and woods, and heard only the clatter of tools in the back. The counter was empty. Anakin let go of the others' hand and jogged up to the counter. He slammed a palm on the ringer. It dinged loudly. Obi-Wan flinched and felt increasingly bothered someone like Anakin was made a Padawan. Padmé wondered if he had ever learnt proper etiquette. Anakin flashed them a bright grin when footsteps sounded. A woman followed.

"What do we have here? Where are your parents?"

"Naboo," Padmé mumbled under her breath as Anakin replied, "Doesn't matter."

Obi-Wan nervously looked at the ground as the woman inspected them. Although she clearly wasn't thrilled with the vague answer, she shrugged and said, "I see. What can I help you with? You need clothes?"

Both Obi-Wan and Padmé flushed. Anakin chuckled which only made the woman like him more. "We wanted to sell some stuff. Can you help us?"

It was a task in of itself to completely undo Padmé's hair. She yelped when Obi-Wan tugged too hard and glared when Anakin joked about being a dress-up doll. "I'm sorry Padmé! Really!" Anakin insisted, promising to never upset her again. Eventually, all of the girl's hair fell below her shoulders and tickled her bare arms. Padmé kept out of the haggling, content to grouch over her lost possessions. Her mother had gifted those to her a year ago.

"Wow! So much!" Anakin gasped in delight. He weighed the pouch of credits in his hand.

"This is the best I could do for you," the woman said earnestly. "Haven't been getting great business as of late. As you can see. The place is a bit roughed up." All heard something fall and crash behind them.

Obi-Wan snorted, "No, please, this place is fit for a king."

The woman decided she liked the redheaded boy the least. She smiled at Anakin, waved politely to the girl and turned her nose up at the last kid as they left.

Outside, Obi-Wan brushed himself off, glad to be rid of that place. As Anakin held out a hand for a taxi, Padmé pulled another hairpin from her mass of hair and felt a sense of relief. Obi-Wan's eyebrows furrowed. "Anything else hidden in there?"

"Not funny," Padmé snapped.

Anakin whooped when a taxi swerved towards him. The window rolled down to reveal a Wookie driver. "…Oh," Anakin turned to Obi-Wan. "You can speak Wookie, right?"

"No."

As the boys used extravagant hand gestures to explain to the Wookie how to get to the Jedi Temple, Padmé took in the sights around her one last time. This was going to be the last she saw of this place, she believed. Soon she would reach the Jedi Temple, be returned home, the conspiracy against her family would be handled, and then she would continue her training and campaign to become Naboo's next Queen. Coruscant would be visited again since it was the political heart of the Republic but this very street? Amongst the many billions of streets in the galaxy, probably never again. Padmé noticed a small child looking at her.

The child was younger and skinnier. She was dressed in ratty torn clothes, long hair unkempt, and her eyes were too knowledgeable of things one her age should not know. She gazed at Padmé curiously and Padmé looked back, feeling infuriated with the injustices of the world. Padmé drew closer and offered the young girl a smile. She held out a hand, uncurled her fingers and exposed the bejewelled hairpin. Without words spoken yet a thousand messages sent through eye contact, the girl accepted the gift blushing a deep red.

"Padmé!" Anakin called out. "You coming?!"

Padmé nodded. "Coming! Goodbye…" she whispered to the girl before dashing into the taxi.

Obi-Wan sat at the front. Padmé had to shove Anakin along so there was space between them. Anakin sulkily looked out the window, wishing he could sit next to his crush. As the taxi took off, Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder at the pair. "Once we get to the Temple, I'll do all the talking, okay –?"

"–Why?" Padmé asked snootily.

"–But I'm a Jedi too. Why you?" Anakin also said.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Cause Master Yoda knows me."

"He knows everyone," Anakin countered crossing his arms.

Obi-Wan felt frustration building again. "Yeah but he knows me really well. He likes me a lot. He's always busy but if he hears I need help, he'll come. Okay? Okay." At that, Obi-Wan turned back to the front and grumpily looked out the window. Forgetting what species he was talking to, Obi-Wan said to the driver, "Excuse me, how long will it take to get there?" Anakin snickered at Obi-Wan's mistake.

"In about ten minutes," the Wookie replied in Basic.

Obi-Wan, Anakin and Padmé stared and the Wookie laughed at his prank.

~o0o~

"Why would kids like you want to go to the Temple anyway?" the Wookie broke the silence minutes later.

None of the children were particularly sure how to answer. Half of it was getting over the fact a Wookie was speaking plain Basic rather than their common roaring language. And the other half was the strangeness to such a question. Obi-Wan found the words. "Because we're Jedi and –?"

The taxi halted. Seatbelts snagged and scratched skin as they contained the occupants. The Wookie turned to Obi-Wan and said sharply, "Don't say such things! Even if it's just for play, the Empire doesn't take any chances. Your parents would be horrified for such reckless behaviour!"

Obi-Wan gaped at the Wookie.

"What?" Anakin voiced both their thoughts. "But we're –"

"–Don't!" the Wookie cut in. Padmé felt cold as she recognised fear weighing the driver's words. "I'm serious kids, I've heard stories. The Empire will hunt after whatever hint they hear of the Jedi. They'll send their executioner."

A cloud of foreboding hovered over Anakin. "An executioner? Who?"

"They call it Vader," the Wookie replied and shuddered. "Never want to be on the bad side of Vader. So enough with your games already! What are you really going for the Temple for? A school assignment?"

Offended and overwhelmed with confusion, Obi-Wan was about to defend his title as a Jedi when he was interrupted by Padmé. "Yes," the girl said firmly. "That's what we're doing." The Wookie happily took that as the truth and Obi-Wan grumbled at such a blatant lie. He was a Jedi. And no matter what Bruck Chun said, he was going to be chosen by a master and become a Padawan. Speaking of a Padawan, Obi-Wan noticed Anakin at the corner of his eye. Anakin was thinking deeply as he looked out the window.

The taxi veered right and Anakin flinched and gasped aloud.

Padmé's looked and she too gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.

With such reactions, Obi-Wan had to fight against an immature instinct that begged to be spared from whatever the two had seen. But Obi-Wan dismissed such cowardly thoughts and looked as well. Obi-Wan froze and ribs caved in painfully as he soaked in the sight before him. It was the Jedi Temple. Scorched, abandoned and in ruins. Tears pricked Obi-Wan's eyes as he gazed at the destroyed building that was his home.

Padmé fearfully wondered what had happened to cause such a travesty.

And Anakin realised with horror that, like Obi-Wan and Padmé, he too had travelled to a different time.

This is fanfiction. Wookies are allowed to talk here :P It was just for a small joke. I thought it was kind of funny...

Once again, this is also on AO3. But I figured I'd bring this here. Thanks for reading guys!