This was a gift fic for SilverDaye! 3 She's wonderful! Thank you as always to my lovely beta!

This day had not gone at all according to plan.

She should have been used to it. It was war, after all. And wars didn't tend to go by the book.

Technically, many that she loved were still alive. That was more than could be said for many others across the galaxy. But that didn't mean that she didn't feel as though Vader had reached into her chest and ripped out her heart...without a drop of anesthetic. She felt as though the hole was still gaping and bleeding. Actually, it probably always would, if she was honest.

But at least she'd saved Luke.

At least she'd saved someone.

She didn't understand how-she'd heard him call out to her in her mind and simply known where he was. Then the escape to hyperspace had been close, but they'd managed it. Barely.

So, she'd focused on caring for her best friend. As much as she wanted to retreat to Han's quarters to cry and scream out her frustrations, she was still needed. She thought about strangling Lando again for his role in it, too. Or have Chewie do it for her. But Luke was in bad shape. Like really bad. Worse, he was delirious with shock. He couldn't be left alone. She couldn't imagine what he'd had to do to survive Darth Vader in one-on-one combat. The odds of surviving that were almost nonexistent. She knew this all too well-she'd personally seen him take out over a thousand rebels without any trouble. Single handed.

The fact that Luke came away with only a missing hand was a miracle in and of itself. Yet, it went deeper than that. She could tell, as she draped a brown blanket over her friend. His gaze was distant, unfocused, and he mumbled under his breath over and over again, " Why didn't you tell me? My father...why?…"

Maybe Vader had revealed something about how he'd murdered Luke's father? She didn't dare ask. She didn't think it would go over to well. Yet...she had to try. He was almost all she had left. He was her best friend. She didn't know what she could do, but even if she couldn't help him get over this, maybe they could at least be broken together.

So, she sat with him at the Dejarik table and carefully wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his shoulder.

He didn't move. Didn't even react, other than to move ever so slightly closer to her, as if she were the only person in the galaxy he could trust. She opened her mouth. To say what, she didn't really know, but she never got a chance to say anything.

Because at that very moment, the weirdest thing she'd ever experienced happened.

Her vision suddenly went white, the grimy walls of the Falcon disappearing, and the cushioned seat vanishing beneath them.

Her scream caught in her throat as she and Luke tumbled backwards, falling through what she could only describe as a formless void. Her grip instinctively tightened on Luke's arm, probably much harder than she should have in his condition, but he didn't even seem to mind or notice for that matter. In fact, he was strangely silent, his body merely tensing under her grip.

Then they landed solidly on their backs, gasping out in pain and shock as they found themselves staring up at a red, starry night sky.

She blinked, willing her vision to clear, to make sense, but the red sky didn't vanish. Beside her, Luke lay still, silently staring upward as she was.

If he was there and he seemed to be seeing the same thing she was...it wasn't a dream.

Too fast, she sat up and hissed as the world spun around her. Ok. That was a mistake, she thought as she reached up a hand to massage her forehead.

From somewhere to her right, she heard an unfamiliar voice. "What. Did you do, Anakin?!"

Anakin…?

Slowly, she turned her head toward the voice.

"I found help, so we can end this war." Another masculine voice insisted, sounding rather defensive.

Her eyes searched and found the source of the voices. A man in a white...was that a Jedi tunic?

She recognized it from old holographs her father had in his office on Alderaan. Images of great Jedi warriors with no names he would tell her when she asked. This man also had white, dirty gauntlets with a symbol on the pauldron.

The symbol of the Jedi Order.

Lying on the ground beside the man, starting to get up, was another in similar attire. But if the first man was all in white, this one was in almost all black and dark brown. In appearance, they seemed like total opposites: The white Jedi wannabe, the very picture of innocence and hope, while the other was tall and dark and quite visibly annoyed with the other.

The white Jedi Wannabe turned his gaze to her, eyeing her warily. "Who are they…?"

"I don't know." The other answered, frowning. "They're...not what I was expecting…"

"Then what were you expecting?"

"Well, the spell said…"

"A spell you shouldn't have even touched!"

She stared. Luke hadn't moved from beside her. This...had to be a dream. Right? It wasn't, she knew that, but...how else could she have been there? How else could Luke have been there? Where the hell did the Falcon disappear to? There was nothing in the galaxy that she knew of that could teleport people from moving ships in hyperspace, let alone...well, anywhere.

Teleportation didn't exist. It just...didn't.

Did it?

She wouldn't get answers sitting here gawking, and Luke was still injured. Maybe he was still in shock. If so, it was up to her to find out what in the galaxy was happening and what she needed to do to fix it before her friend got any worse.

"You!" She snapped, pulling herself to her feet and brushing herself off. Her hand reached for her blaster...only to remember she'd set it down on the Falcon. Both men fell silent as she faced them, her hands going to her hips as she glared, challenging them to try something. Even without a weapon, she could do some damage if they tried to hurt them. "Who the hell are you and just where the hell are we?! How did we get here?!"

"Oh wonderful," The Jedi Wannabe drawled in a very distinctive Coruscanti accent to his younger companion. "You're a kidnapper now."

Her eyes narrowed and her lips pinched into a flat line and she stepped forward. "If this is some new Imperial technology…"

"Imperial?" The dark one frowned, sitting up fully to study her. "No, it's not...whatever that is. Look, I need... we need your help." He motioned between himself and the Jedi Wannabe, who had auburn hair and a matching beard.

"The hell you do! You'd better start talking, or I swear… "

"Let's all calm down, shall we?" The Jedi Wannabe stood, holding out his hands in a peaceful gesture. "I don't know who you think we are, but there's no cause for alarm here. We don't need to be enemies…"

"Well, you should have thought of that before you teleported us from off our ship!" She snarled, taking another step forward. She didn't miss that the Wannabe Jedi's blue-green eyes tracked the movement, his hand moving towards his hip where…

A...lightsaber...hung…

"Where did you get that?!" She gasped and pointed. "The Black market? Those are illegal! Do you even know what that weapon means?"

The dark one, who was now also getting up, snorted as if he found what she said funny, even as the other replied rather dryly, "More so than most. We're Jedi."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "Don't be ridiculous! There aren't any Jedi left! At least now I know you're not Imperial...unless you're what?...An Inquisitor, maybe? What color is your blade?"

Both of them glanced at each other, frowning. "Are you sure you did that spell right?" The Wannabe Jedi asked the dark one.

"Of course I did…" and yet the other sounded unsure as he stared at her warily.

"Wow, such confidence."

"Hey, it's not like I can ask a Nightsister…"

"Hello?!" She interrupted, waving her hand. "You're not making any sense. Either start making sense or we're going to have some problems!"

Never mind that she was unarmed and Luke was still lying on the ground. But the men looked at her again and finally the Wannabe Jedi sighed. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I'm a General for the…"

"I'm sorry, you're who?" She interrupted, her eyes growing wide. Surely, she hadn't heard him right.

The man hesitated. "Obi-Wan Kenobi. I'm a General for the Galactic Republic, and a master on the Jedi Council…"

"That's impossible." she cut him off again.

Behind her, she noted Luke had finally sat up. The Dark One had tracked the movement, and was now staring at her friend. Discreetly, she stepped in front of Luke, blocking the other man's view of him. "Obi-Wan Kenobi died on the Death Star. We saw it with our own eyes."

"The Death Star?" The Dark One echoed, giving her a disbelieving stare. "What kind of stupid name is that?"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan admonished, then opened his mouth to respond…

"Anakin?"

All of them froze. Slowly, Leia turned. Luke was staring at the men, his eyes, normally so full of light and joy and farm boy innocence, were completely blank. In fact, his entire expression was entirely void of emotion as he asked, "Anakin...who?"

There was an awkward silence. "I'm General Anakin Skywalker of the Galactic Republic and a Jedi Knight. It was me who performed the spell to bring you here…"

Leia turned, glaring at the two men. "What kind of sick, twisted, horrible trick is this? Pretending to be dead men and…"

"Anakin Skywalker?"

Again, they turned to Luke. His expression was still largely blank, and yet his chest was suddenly heaving, sucking in deep breaths, and…

"Yes…?" Imposter Anakin hesitatingly confirmed. Clearly this was not what he expected when he'd done...whatever he'd done. Leia noted that he too moved his hand closer to his belt where…

"That's impossible," Leia whispered, horror and confusion wrapping around her heart in a vise grip. " How do you have Luke's lightsaber?"

" Luke's… ?! Excuse me?! What are you talking about?! This is my lightsaber!" Anakin glared at her...the real Anakin Skywalker. She didn't know how it was even possible, but something in her told her they were telling the truth. This was Obi-Wan Kenobi, the famed Jedi general who had served with her father in the Clone Wars…

And Anakin Skywalker. Luke's long-dead father.

"Are you sure you don't know them, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked. He was now stroking his beard in thought, eyes darting between her and Luke as though he could puzzle out their identities by just looking at them.

"I'm sure I don't…"

"Anakin...Skywalker." Luke said again...and she was alarmed and surprised to hear... anger?... in his tone . That made no sense. Luke worshiped his father. His father was his hero, his motivation. And yet, when she turned to face him again, he was on his feet, cradling his injured hand against his chest, his face contorted with rage. " ANAKIN SKYWALKER!"

"Oh," Obi-Wan Kenobi remarked, "He definitely seems to know you." With alarm, she didn't fail to notice his lightsaber was now in his hand. Unlit, but the threat was clear.

"Wait…" She wasn't sure who she was trying to stop. Luke? The two impossibly alive Jedi? The whole damn situation? Did it really even matter?

" You… " Luke snapped, stepping forward, and by the Force, he was shaking, "This is all your fault!"

"I...What?!" Unlike his companion, Anakin Skywalker seemed frozen, staring at Luke like he was some kind of ghost. She wasn't sure how the Force worked, but maybe he was sensing something off about Luke? "Do we...know each other…?"

" You did this!" Luke unexpectedly lunged, and she barely made it in time to hold him back, his body crashing into hers. She gritted her teeth, trying to push even as Luke struggled wildly to...attack...his father?

"Luke, calm down! This is your father! " she tried, pleading with him, but that only seemed to enrage him more.

" NO!" Luke shouted even as she could practically sense the two men behind her tensing up. " That's Darth Vader!"

What...?

But Luke wasn't done raging. " My father, Anakin Skywalker, isDarth Vader! It was a lie! All a lie! AND THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

She had to be hearing him wrong. How was any of this even happening? Darth Vader...Anakin Skywalker...Luke Skywalker…

"Anakin, what is he talking about?" Obi-Wan asked from behind, his voice deadly serious. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"No, and I have no idea," and yet Anakin's voice was tight, too tight… "I haven't ever met these people before in my life. Besides, there's literally no way…"

"That's because we're...somehow...from the future!" It was getting tiresome to hold Luke back. For someone so injured, he seemed awfully determined to attack the past version of his father.

But if what Luke said was true...but no, it couldn't be…could it…?

"What spell was this, Anakin?!" Obi-Wan demanded, this time increasingly sounding more worried. Anakin didn't say anything, and when she risked a glance over her shoulder, she found that he was staring at Luke with wide, horrified eyes, as if he were truly seeing Luke for the first time. "Anakin!"

"I...it was...a spell…"

"Yes, I got that, but what was it?!"

"It...it was meant to grant one wish."

"What was the wish?!"

"...I wished for someone...or something to help bring an end to the war." Anakin was shaking his head. "He's not my son...he's...I...how…?"

Obi-Wan's lips pressed into a thin line. "Right now, I think we'd better get off Dathomir and get back to the ship. Your...Luke is injured. We should see to his wounds and…"

"And YOU!" Luke shouted, turning his ire on Obi-Wan. "You LIED to me!"

"Oh, would you look at that, he apparently knows you, too." It was meant to be a joke, but it didn't quite work. Anakin sounded more exhausted than anything else.

If Obi-Wan was bothered by the accusation or the tears now freely falling down Luke's dirt and blood-stained face, he didn't show it. "Come on. Let's get you two to safety…"

"Don't trust him, Leia," Luke sounded deranged. His voice was raw, full of a hatred she didn't recognize. "He's a liar, he didn't tell me…"

"That's enough." Obi-Wan ordered. She recognized the voice of a general who was quickly running out of patience. She squeezed Luke's good arm, pleading with him to listen, to calm down so she could figure a way out of this mess. "Come with us and we will make sure you are unharmed. We can treat those wounds and once everyone is calmed down, we can figure this all out."

"I agree," she hastily said, again giving Luke another squeeze.

This time, he seemed to have understood the message, and he stopped struggling against her. "Fine," he spat, shooting another hateful glare at his father. "But you stay the hell away from Leia! Don't touch me! Don't talk to me, and I swear, if you hurt Leia again…"

Anakin held his hands up, taking a step back. "I swear, I don't know what you're talking about, kid."

Somehow, she sensed that was only mostly true.

"Just. Stay. Away."

"Okay, Luke," Obi-Wan soothed. How he sounded so calm and rational when the situation was clearly anything but that, Leia didn't know. "Let's just get you to safety, alright?"

Now Luke glared at him. "Don't you come near me either."

"I've got you, Luke." Leia promised, awkwardly slinging his good arm over her shoulder. "Just...lead the way." She motioned with her free hand toward the two bewildered Jedi.

Obi-Wan and Anakin glanced at one another, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but unless they planned on drugging Luke, there was no way they could change the situation. "Alright. Follow me." Obi-Wan motioned.