Chapter One: Will of the Force

"Focus you must!" Luke winced and rubbed at the spot where Yoda had struck him with his walking stick. Luke sighed and massaged his now aching leg; he had been on the receiving end of Yoda's walking stick more often than he would like to admit.

"Master Yoda, must you really do that..." Luke took the next whack to his head as a "yes", and settled himself down on the floor with a resigned sigh.

It had only been three weeks since he had arrived on Dagobah in search of Yoda. He had learned much in the short time they had been together, but there was still one thing that Luke was nowhere close to mastering yet; meditating. Luke wasn't the type of person who could simply sit still and bask in the Force; he was an action orientated person and meditating simply eluded him.

Luke estimated that they had spent well over three hours trying to master the task that morning alone, and his patience was wearing thin.

Closing his eyes, Luke soon felt himself surrounded in the Force. It washed over him, and he felt a rolling wave of clarity sweep across his mind; he could see the Jedi Temple swimming into view, an empty corridor...no, not empty, there was a young man (although his features were cloudy and indistinct) strolling along the corridor.

Luke tried to pull out of the vision—scene—whatever it was, but he couldn't. In fact, the more he tried the leave, the clearer things became and the more he felt his mind leave reality.

Master Yoda, help me!

The next thing Luke knew, he was staring into the same electric blue eyes as his own.

He squirmed silently to no avail; the other man was simply too strong for him, and easily pinned him against the wall.

"Who are you?" the taller of the two demanded, one arm pressed across Luke's chest as his other hand was resting dangerously on top of his Lightsaber.

Choking from the suddenness of it all, Luke managed to gasp out a few incoherent words before the other man let him go.

"I'm Luke..." he took a moment to catch his breath and stared up accusingly at the man. His eyes widened and he froze in place; surely he was seeing things? The only rational explanation he could come up with was that he had slipped into a coma and he was dreaming.

The barest touch of the Force confirmed Luke's worst fear; he was indeed standing face to face with his Father when he was younger.

The vision! The Force...no, it's not possible, is it? Time-travel...but Ben and Yoda had always said that the Force worked in mysterious ways... Luke was snapped out of his troubled thoughts by Anakin's loud voice, who he realized had been asking him a question.

"—I said, are you even listening to me?" he demanded, glaring at the younger man. Anakin was immediately on edge when he had noticed the younger man up ahead of him. He had been certain the corridor had been deserted...but upon seeing a Lightsaber clipped to his belt, and having never seen him before at the Temple, Anakin had immediately restrained him.

"Huh? Y-yeah, I'm just a bit...lost." it was hard to believe that the young man standing before him was his Father, he struggled to comprehend the fact that he had in fact travelled back in time.

"I can see that. You aren't wearing traditional Padawan clothing, nor do you have a braid in your hair. I've never seen you before...who are you and why are you here?" Anakin asked suspiciously.

"I'm Luke Sky...Starkiller." He blurted out, wincing at his slip-up. His Father couldn't know who he was, he just couldn't. His heart beat hadn't slowed down since his arrival and his head ached; Anakin's face lazily swam about in front of him.

"Luke Starkiller." Anakin stated skeptically. "Why are you here?"

"Uhm, erm, I'm here to see...Master, uh, Yoda! Yes, I'm here to see Master Yoda." Luke's ears burned bright red from his hastily constructed lie. He subtly inched away from Anakin's imposing figure so he felt less trapped against the wall.

Anakin's face showed nothing but skeptism, but he suddenly jerked forwards as the younger man collapsed. He easily caught him and supported his weight with both his hands. Sighing, he set off towards the Medical Bay.

"Wassit...huh? Yoda?" Luke mumbled, recognizing the blurry green lump that was standing not too far away. As his vision sharpened, his face lost all colour as he saw the whole Jedi High Council gathered around his bed. For one moment, he had hoped he was back on Dagobah.

"Skywalker found you wandering around a corridor seemingly lost. He said that you had requested to see Master Yoda?" A man Luke recognised as Mace Windu had been standing next to Yoda, and had finally decided to break the silence.

"Oh, y-yeah. Thanks." He mumbled sheepishly at Anakin.

"Not from our time, you are?" Yoda asked, hopping down from the stool on which he had been perched on.

Luke's eyes widened considerably, "how did you...?" Yoda held up a wrinkled hand.

"The Force, hmm? Ask your purpose here I will not. Seek however, an explanation I do." everyone stared at him expectantly, and with a painful pang of regret, Luke recognized Obi-Wan among the crowd of people around him.

"Yes, I am from the future...I was attempting to meditate when the Force sent me back into the past...for what reason, I'm not sure; but if you were to allow me to stay in the Temple until I find out to get back to my time..." he trailed off awkwardly and stared at his fingers, his ears tinged red.

"The Council will need to meditate upon this matter. Skywalker, show...Luke was it? Show Luke the spare room near yours, and find him some clothing in the mean time." Mace ordered, and with that, the Council filed out.

Right, shield my mind and avoid unwanted attention. Luke thought to himself, swinging his legs over the side of his bed.

"Well, no time like the present!" Obi-Wan smiled kindly at Luke, and the two Jedi waited for him to get up.

"So how old are you? You can't be older than what, 17?" Anakin conversed casually although a bit stiffly.

"I'm 20 years old!" Luke replied indignantly. He didn't look that young did he? Well, his height probably didn't help either. He felt positively dwarfed by the two much taller Jedi. When he was younger, he had hoped he would grow taller, but apparently he had inherited his Mother's height.

"Twenty? Why Anakin, he's only three years younger than you!" Obi-Wan seemed to find this new revelation amusing and chuckled, whilst Anakin simply stared Luke up and down.

Reaching the spare room which was nearly opposite Anakin's, Luke looked around. It was spacious, well, more spacious than he had previously thought it would be. The necessities were already there; a bed, a kitchenette and a bathroom. It seemed that Luke had everything he would need.

"Anakin, I have some business I need to attend to, so I'm placing Luke in your care." Obi-Wan explained, placing a fatherly hand on both Anakin's and Luke's shoulders before smiling and walking away, pretending not to hear Anakin's quite grumbles of protest.

Great, my own dad doesn't even want to spend time with me. Luke huffed, suddenly put out by the whole situation.

Luke weren't sure why the Force had sent him back in time, but he wasn't going to waste this rare opportunity.