"We're here. Come on, Luke."

Luke, startled from his train of thought, stood up with his father and looked up at the magnificent building that was spiraling into the air above him. It took all of his self-control not to let his jaw drop.

He had his work cut out for him to restore this building in his own timeline. He apparently hadn't truly realized just how badly it had been damaged during the purges.

Anakin chuckled at his reaction, putting a hand on his shoulder and steering him up the steps. As soon as they entered the Temple, Luke started taking in every nook and cranny in pure awe.

Having his work cut out for him was an understatement; this place was astounding in its prime.

However, when Luke noticed that his stares were starting to draw attention, he quickly covered up his awe and tried to make his scanning of the place a lot more discreet.

Anakin smiled a little bit. "How about I give you a tour whenever we're done in here, hmm? Well, if things go accordingly, that is."

Luke rolled his eyes. "That's very reassuring of you."

"You're welcome."

After winding down several hallways that Luke would have gotten lost navigating had he been on his own, his father finally stopped Luke outside two familiar large double doors. Well, slightly familiar, considering this part of the Temple looked so much better than what it did in Luke's time. When Luke realized his father wasn't walking in and hadn't even knocked, Luke raised an eyebrow, about to ask him what they were doing.

"They know we're here," Anakin said simply before Luke could even get the question out.

Oh, yes, that helps me calm my nerves, Luke thought. However, he simply nodded at Anakin's statement, turning his attention back to the doors with a nervous fidget of his feet.

"You'll be fine; just stay truthful and don't annoy them. Or in other words, don't do what I do," Anakin said with a laugh. There was a small, sour edge to his tone, and Luke glanced at him with a worried and questioning expression on his face.

This time, however, his impending question was cut off when the doors in front of them opened by use of the Force, and Anakin gently nudged Luke forward. Almost robotically, Luke slowly walked into the circular room, admiring how it looked and feeling very small under the eyes of the Jedi High Council. He searched the circle of seats for familiar faces, and was relieved to come up with two: Obi-Wan and Yoda. He was curious as to why his father stayed by the door and didn't take a seat, though he was quick to realize that Anakin was not a member of the Council. That was strange; Luke had thought that he was.

Luke was drawn from his thoughts as Yoda—still old but not as old as when Luke had met him—spoke up.

"Curious, your presence is in the galaxy," Yoda started. "Some interesting things, Master Kenobi has told us."

Luke was relieved it was Yoda who spoke, and not one of the other members of the Council. Besides Obi-Wan, he was the only master here that Luke was really comfortable with. Luke nodded his understanding, waiting patiently and respectfully for Yoda to continue.

"From the future, you say you are? The only Jedi, as well?" Yoda asked curiously.

"Yes, Master Yoda, I'm afraid so," Luke said seriously.

"Luke, is it?" A man who Luke recognized as Master Mace Windu from the old Temple Archives cut in. When Luke nodded, Mace pressed further. "Is there more to your name than that?"

Luke could practically hear his father's sharp breath in of anticipation. He knew how badly Anakin wanted to know exactly who Luke was...but he couldn't yet. No, the Force still told him to wait. "There is, but the Force does not want me to reveal it yet," Luke finally answered.

"A strong connection to the Force, you have; as strong as Knight Skywalker's connection, almost. Quite Impressive, it is," Yoda stated, a knowing twinkle in his eyes as he gazed steadily at Luke. For a moment Luke's heart lodged in his throat. Did Yoda know? Had he already figured that out when it hadn't even been five minutes?

"Thank you, Master," Luke said, taking the compliment humbly and masking his momentary panic attack.

"If you are from the future, then do you know why you're here?" Windu asked. The skepticism was thick in his tone of voice, and Luke was slightly amused to feel annoyance at the man coming from his father.

They must not get along, Luke thought.

"I'm not quite sure, Master, but I do know that I was sent back for a reason. However, I can only make a few guesses at that reason right now," Luke told him honestly.

Windu sat back, observing Luke very closely; he was definitely a very cynical man from Luke's point of view. He shifted uncomfortably under Windu's gaze, and Yoda surprised him by giving a soft chuckle in his strange little way. A few masters glanced at Yoda questioningly.

"Need to be nervous, you do not. Believe you, I do. Sense the truth of your words, I can," Yoda said lightly.

Luke let loose the breath he was subconsciously holding and bowed a little. "Thank you, Master Yoda."

"Anything of the future, can you tell us? Only if the Force prompts, should you tell," Yoda said, adding the last part sternly.

Luke pondered his question for a moment before saying very softly, "All I can say right now is that I will do everything in my power to make sure things are set right."

Yoda nodded. "Trust you to, we will." The little green man evaluated Luke with his knowing eyes a little longer before he spoke again. "Other things, Master Kenobi told us."

Luke's eyebrows rose in anticipation, unsure of what Obi-Wan had told them.

"Told us about your training, he did. Holes in your training, he said you had, among other things. Explain why, can you?" Yoda inquired.

"Well..." Luke started, thinking his words through ahead of time so he wouldn't give too much away. "I started training when I was nineteen..."

Windu cut in. "Nineteen? That's far too old to be trained as a Jedi," he said sharply.

There's father's annoyance again. Luke, however, was unfazed at the interruption. "It's when Master Kenobi started training me. It was very dangerous to be a Jedi at the time and he believed I could handle it despite the late start. Plus, there was nowhere for me to go since my aunt and uncle had been killed and my home burned to the ground, and he was going to need help on a rescue mission he was setting out on."

"And how old are you now?" Windu asked him.

"Twenty-three. I'll be twenty-four in a few months."

There were a few murmurs around the room from some of the other masters. "So at most you've had a little over four years of training?" Windu asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

Luke shook his head sadly. "Not even that. I only trained under Master Kenobi for a few days before he was killed, and I trained under Master Yoda for a few months before he died as well. After that...I'm mostly self-taught, and that was whenever I found the time to focus on developing myself. Though...Master Yoda did say I was a Jedi Knight before he died," Luke added. Technically Yoda said Luke would be a full Jedi Knight when he faced Vader again, but since he had faced Vader and he'd overcome the dark side, Luke was a qualified Jedi Knight, so he hadn't lied.

There were murmurs around the room again, a little louder this time. Luke didn't meet Obi-Wan's eyes as he spoke, but instead kept his gaze trained on Master Windu before he shifted his eyes over to Yoda who was contemplating what he had said, eyes closed. Finally, the little green man spoke.

"While you are here, train you, refine your skills, we will," Yoda said, eyes opening as he looked at Luke once again. "Who, the only question is."

Luke sucked in a breath, tense with anticipation as several long seconds of silence dragged on. Luke was beginning to wonder if anyone would step forward to train the strange self-taught Jedi from the future when he felt someone nudged by the Force and that someone's voice finally broke through the silence.

"If you will let me, Masters, I would be willing to train him."

Relief rushed through Luke as he felt Anakin place a hand on his shoulder while Anakin came to stand behind him. Windu's eyes flashed in apprehension before the Jedi Master obviously dispelled the feeling into the Force, though Luke did notice that Yoda's eyes twinkled at the sight. He definitely knows Anakin's my father, Luke thought. Had the Force told him?

"I don't think—" Windu started, obviously strongly against the idea of Anakin training Luke. However, Yoda cut him off.

"Agree, I do. Train Luke, Skywalker shall," Yoda said firmly. No one dared argue with him, and Luke had to fight a smile at how Yoda sounded. Of course, he was the only one in the room who could appreciate the irony of how Yoda had phrased his words.

Both Skywalkers—without meaning to—bowed in sync. "Thank you, Master Yoda," they said at the same time. Luke blushed a little, though Anakin only gave a small smirk.

Yoda chuckled in his funny way again and then nodded. "Settled then, it is. Free to go you are. May the Force be with you."

With another bow, the two of them left the room. As the doors shut behind them, Anakin put his hand on Luke's shoulder again. "Well that was interesting."

Luke chuckled a little. "Yes, very." He shook his head. "So...does that make you my Jedi Master, Anakin?" he asked curiously, ignoring the flip his stomach did at the thought.

Anakin snickered. "Yes, I guess it does, Padawan Luke."

Luke grimaced. "Let's just stick with calling each other by our names, how about that? I just recently was made a Jedi Knight; I don't feel like being demoted."

Anakin laughed, the joyful tones lifting Luke's spirits even further. "All right. Now come on, I believe we were going to take a tour of the Temple."

Luke nodded, falling into step behind his father. "That would be nice."

"Come on Luke; there's a lot to see."

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After a very extensive tour which took until dusk, Anakin finally led them to the last room. "And this is my—well, I guess now it's our—quarters," he said, opening the door. Luke entered the room very slowly, almost in a daze, though Anakin couldn't fathom why. He watched Luke carefully as Luke took in the room, equipped with all of the essentials and two bedrooms; one for the master and one for the Padawan. As Anakin watched, Luke ran his hand down the wall gently before he finally spoke.

"I was in here not moments before I was sent back to this time," he finally told Anakin in a quiet voice. Anakin was startled at the revelation Luke gave him, though he didn't let it show on his face.

"Well then, that's peculiar," Anakin stated.

Luke shook his head, an odd expression coating his features. "Not really."

"And why not?" Anakin asked him curiously.

Luke glanced up at him, and Anakin could see what he was about to say and immediately cut him off. "Never mind, forget I asked," he muttered bluntly.

"Sorry," Luke told him sheepishly.

Anakin sighed and gestured to the Padawan room. "That's going to be where you stay whenever we're here."

Luke nodded in understanding. "All right."

Anakin returned to the door, gesturing for Luke to follow. As they walked back into the main hallway, Anakin turned to him again. "I believe Padmé's expecting us; I'd hate to keep her waiting much longer."

"You mean you don't want to wait much longer," Luke teased him.

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Yes, I guess that too. Though I would like to have some time alone with her as well," he said, ready to say whatever he needed to in order to get Luke to agree.

"You don't have to tell me twice. Privacy, I get it. Perhaps I can sit on a balcony and meditate, or go take a nap. I'll find something to do," Luke said hurriedly, his face flushing.

Anakin chuckled at his embarrassment. "Just making sure, Luke; just making sure."

Luke sighed and shook his head, following Anakin along the halls of the Temple. Anakin could already tell that he was going to have fun with this pair up as the started on their way to Padmé's, an impatient spring in his step as he hurried along. However, at the moment he just wanted to see his wife.

When they finally arrived, Anakin practically ran inside, grinning as he saw Padmé waiting for him in the living room. He made his way over to her, wrapping an arm around her. "Hello, Angel," he murmured, kissing her softly for a long moment.

Anakin pulled away and saw Luke shifting his feet behind them, examining the room and purposefully not looking at the couple, his ears tinged red from the beginning of a blush. Anakin chuckled. "You're in the clear now, Luke," he laughed.

Luke finally met their eyes again, though he was still blushing just a little. Padmé pulled away from Anakin and walked up to Luke, giving him a brief, friendly hug. "It's nice to see you again, Luke," she said politely. "I'd love to hear more about you. 3PO—the protocol droid Anakin gave me—made us dinner. We can all talk while we eat," she said cheerily.

Anakin noticed how Luke's face lit up at the mention of the droid, as well as the feelings of bashfulness and silent admiration towards Padmé that he felt resonating from Luke through their Force Bond. He felt a twinge of jealousy, though brushed that aside, assuming Luke had a reason for the feelings he had towards Padmé that—yet again—he couldn't tell Anakin. If Luke had known Obi-Wan in his lifetime, then perhaps he had known Padmé as well.

Anakin frowned a little at the thought. Luke still hadn't said a single word to Anakin about Anakin and Padmé's absence in the stories he had shared of the future. He had apparently known plenty of the people that Anakin and Padmé associated with, so where were they? The frown deepened for a moment and Anakin shook away the thoughts. Right now, all he wanted to do was focus on his wife and treasure the precious time they had together again. Who knew when the Council would send him back to the frontlines?

Smiling, he followed the two into the dining room while Padmé began to quiz Luke on his life. Perhaps she would get some answers from Luke and possibly end up filling in some holes for Anakin. If not, then perhaps he could try what Luke suggested and simply trust the Force a little more. Maybe then Anakin would start getting his questions answered.