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My Dear Sweet Sister

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Luke's POV
I stalked through the lower levels of Coruscant with my target in sight. She wasn't difficult to find once I learned she was here in the city. I know how she thinks, we're the same her and I; created and born together with our minds almost perfectly intertwined. Which is why it was a shock to me that she was here and I hadn't noticed it, unless she was purposely hiding herself from me. That, I suspect she would do.

With my hood up and my steps quiet, I remained in the shadows as I followed her. I watched as she stopped at stands and eyed the fruit or the meats. I watched as she accepted a death stick, only to shove it down the sellers throat—and then robbed him. I also watched as she purchased food with that money and gave it to children who looked like they hadn't eaten in days.

Regardless on where she grew up, she still has a piece of our Mothers heart within her.

I kept myself hidden and followed her down a darker alley, "Hey sweetheart." A drunken moron called to her. He slowly got up from the floor and attempted to follow her, though he stumbled with every step and fell against the wall, "Where are you going girly—"

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, "Come any closer to me and I will snap you in half."

I knew she would, which is why I took this as my moment to finally reveal myself. I stepped out of the shadows and came up behind the man, "He's a drunken idiot Leia, there's no need to kill him." He I placed my fingers on his head and he instantly passed out, and slid to the floor.

My dear sweet sister folded her arms across her chest and smiled, momentarily reminding me of Anakin—not Vader, Anakin, "I was wondering when you were going to show yourself. You've been following me for quite some time, it was getting rather annoying."

I shrugged and leaned against the wall, "I was waiting for you to be alone. I didn't trust you not to make a scene." I sighed as I decided to get straight to the point, "Why are you here Leia?"

"The same reason you're here big brother," She walked closer to me, her strides slow.

"To save our mother?"

"To save our father."  She spoke with a strong authority to her tone.

I laughed at how unbelievable she was,"Last I checked, he's not the one that's dead Leia. She is and he's the one that kills her, if you didn't already know."

"It was an accident," She defended him, running her hands through her hair in frustration, "After you left, he showed me what happened Luke, he never meant to kill our Mom. He was trying to—" She paused for a brief moment as she dropped her hands down, "Look if we can figure out what pushes him to be on Mustafar that day and stop it, then no one will die."

She's acting like that wasn't already my plan, "Where is he?" I wondered.

"Not here," She assured me, "He sent me here to bring you back home. He said if I don't bring you back soon, he'll come here himself and that you or I won't like what will follow."

I scoffed as I checked behind me when I heard a noise, only for it to be a rat scurrying through the alley, "He won't come here," That I was confident in, he's too scared to face the ghosts of his past. It was an empty threat, "So, what did you have in mind then because all I have so far is waiting for conception and then stabbing him in his sleep." I wasn't serious... sort of wasn't serious. Okay, it was my last resort.

Her expression fell into one of anger, "I know you're just trying to push my buttons, but I swear to you Luke." She was close now, her face inches from mine as she stared me down. Her yellow eyes intimidating me only slightly, "You do anything to him, and I will gut you from the neck down."

"I'm sure you will, daddy's girl."

"Don't test me, mommy's boy." She countered.

"Look, I understand you wanting to help, but I don't see how you can. You can't enter the temple with those eyes and I can smell the Sith on you," Not literally, but any Jedi who lays their eyes on her or is in her presence longer than a few seconds will know, "Not to mention you showed yourself to Anakin and made it clear you know me." To say I was frustrated was an understatement. I don't know how I was going to lie my way out of this one, "He's already asking questions about you."

She smiled smugly, "You know I'm one for the dramatics Luke. I couldn't help myself, besides watching all of you on that island was so pathetic."

"I had it handled." I snapped.

She rolled her eyes, "You were unconscious in a cell. If it weren't for me then our father would have more blood on his hands." Her voice echoed in the alley, filled with anger and irritation, "I stopped that. I made sure his soul remained clean for the time being, not you. For all we know it's the constant massacres and saving everyone all the damn time that made him who he is."

"You know it wasn't that that made him who he is, it's more complex than that."

"Well, what did then? What happened to him to make him so... god damn depraved?" She was yelling now and I had to look around us again to make sure we were still alone. Much like him, she's never been good at holding in her temper.

I spoke through a clenched jaw, "I don't know, that's what I'm trying to find out." I know that it's my Mothers death that pushed him fully to the dark side which is when he let all of Anakin go and became Darth Vader. But, no one knows why he was on the brink of turning to the dark side in the first place. All the stories I heard is that one day he was who he is now; sarcastic, arrogant, yet caring, brave and reliable. A brother, a best friend, and a doting husband. Then one day he goes missing and isn't seen for awhile, weeks if I remember precisely. Then when he was found, he was no longer himself. He was quiet, extra possessive of my mother, vindictive, and resentful of everyone else—Obi-Wan's words.

She scoffed, "You've been here for how long? Yet you still don't know anything."

"No one knows anything Leia," I defended myself, almost yelling until I put my voice in check. Unlike her, I can control my temper, "I've been trying to figure out why Anakin was on Mustafar, half out of his mind. No one seems to know, Obi-Wan didn't know, Cal didn't know, Ahsoka didn't know, and Aunt Padme didn't know. Not even Master Yoda knows."

I've been hitting a brick wall at every turn, it's hard trying to find something out that hasn't even happened yet. The only person in my timeline who might have known was dead, and the other—well, he's not too keen on sharing details of his past.

Leia was quiet now. So I broke the silence, "Do you happen to know why our father went missing and why he came back the way he did?" I asked her since she's the one who spent nearly her entire life with him.

She sighed heavily, her eyes dropping to the floor, "Not a damn clue. All he's ever told me was the story about Mom."

"Well, I've come to learn that mom was only the tipping point. So if you want to help me, go home and see if you can find out what brought him to the edge in the first place."

She sighed again, this time I could sense anxiety moving through her body and attacking every nerve, "He's not going to be happy about me coming back empty handed."

"You're clever," I spun on my heels to leave, "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

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Anakin's POV
Anakin.

Anakin wake up.

Wake up!

I shot my eyes open at the sound of a voice screaming in my ear. My body jolted at the same time and I was surprised (y/n) hadn't woken up. She remained sleeping soundly on my chest, her right hand rested next to her face where her ring resided. I told her she could wear it tonight, but in the future we'll have to find a more conspicuous way for her to have it on her.

A necklace maybe.

I looked up and around the room for whatever it was that woke me. I peered through the darkness until my eyes landed on a shadow moving across the room. It was tall and started on one end of my bed before it hovered away and went through the door.

I gently moved (y/n) off of me and kissed her on the cheek before I got myself out of the bed and followed it. I was half-expecting nothing to be there when I opened the door. I figured that maybe in my tired state, my eyes and mind were playing tricks on me—or that maybe I was still asleep and dreaming.

I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me. The shadow moved down the hall to my left and so I followed it. I don't know why I was doing this, my feet moved before my mind could talk sense to itself, "Hello?" I called to it.

It made a turn and left my sight, "Anakin, come here," It spoke to me in a voice I recognized.

"Obi-Wan?" I picked up my pace, "What the hell is this? What are you doing?" Is he playing some kind of prank on me? I figured those stopped when I was a teenager.

"You thought you could be happy? You thought you could defy your oath?" The voice was louder this time despite the figure being further away. It sounded like it was being screamed right in my ear. I had to pause and groan in pain as I placed my hand over my ear, "You don't deserve her."

I fell to the floor in agony, my hands covering both of my ears as I heard Obi-Wan's voice repeat the same words to me, over and over again. Words that made hurt me more than anything and scared me beyond repair.

"She's going to die."

"She's going to die."

"She's going to die and it's going to be your fault."

"Stop," I begged, tears falling from my eyes.

Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on me and I jumped, the voices ceased at the same time. I have never been relieved, "Anakin, what's going on?"

It was Luke.

I looked up at him, tears continuing to stream down my cheeks, "I—I don't know." I looked around the hall and saw no one but him, "Did you," I cleared my throat, "Did you see anybody here?"

He looked concerned as he eyed me over, "No, just you on the floor. What happened?"

I caught my breath as he helped me up to my feet, "I—" I couldn't put anything into words. No matter what I say right now I knew I was only going to sound crazy. I followed a shadow and then heard voices in my head? That's basically asking to be sent to a fucking psych ward, "It was nothing," I swallowed nervously.

He looked like he didn't believe me, "Are you sure—"

"It was my mind paying tricks on me, I haven't had any good rest lately." I pulled myself together the best I could, "Tell no one about this. No one."

I turned around and left back to my room, my heart still beating hard against my chest. Was it one of my nightmares that seeped into my reality? Or something more concerning?

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