Sorry about the very long delay, folks. I was busy with the end of my summer and the start of school. The rest should be coming very soon. Now, on with the feels!

I

Reunion

He awoke to beautiful blue skies filled with puffy white clouds that looked like candy. The first thing he noticed was the millions of tiny pricking feelings on his feet. Anakin bolted upright and stared down at his body. He wore a white tunic with matching pants that caught the glare of the sun and reflected it right back into his eyes. He blinked several times before he The wind blew through his bushy shoulder-length hair, and he realized that he was young again, just as he was before Mustafar. There was no metal hand to be found. All of his limbs were good old flesh and blood. He could actually feel.

Anakin stood up and surveyed the area. Rolling green valleys stretched as far as the eye could see, with bright blue cascading waterfalls dotting them. The landscape stole his breath away. It had been so long since he had seen something this beautiful with his own eyes, unblinded from the red film of rage provided by the Dark Side. It seemed... familiar. As if he had been here before-

His mind mentally kicked him and spoke up: It's Naboo. Near Varykino, where you and Padme had the picnic-

PADME! he screamed mentally. Anakin looked all around worriedly, searching for his wife. Only the blowing wind replied to him. And on it, laughter, something he hadn't heard since the Clone Wars. And this laughter, a hearty chuckle that seemed to fill his soul with joy, was all too familiar as well. It reminded him of times before the war, when all was right with the galaxy. He followed his ears, determined that the laughter had come from the valley below him, and started walking down the steep hill. At the bottom, he could faintly see three figures sitting around a cloth, an open basket laying on top of it. One of the figures looked up from her meal and looked at him, white dress trailing behind on the grass behind, her brown eyes cutting into him like swords. And in a moment, he realized exactly who the woman was. Anakin put his feet into hyperspeed, kicking up little tufts of grass as he streaked towards the love of his life.

He was about halfway down the hill before his feet gave out and he rolled the rest of the way down. He closed his eyes as his body smacked against the soft grass. After what felt like an eternity of rolling, Anakin opened his eyes to find the face of Padme Amidala Skywalker staring into his own. She spoke one word:

"Ani?"

Before he reached with his arms and brought their lips together. Force, he had missed that feeling, of her delicate lips on his. After a few seconds, he heard a voice that froze the very blood in his veins. He hadn't heard it since-

(you can't win darth)

Since the Death Star.

"Welcome back, Anakin. Glad you could join us."

He broke off from his wife's kiss and looked in the direction that the voice came from. There sat Obi-Wan, in a matching white tunic similar to Anakin's, gently stirring a steaming thermos with a long glass rod. Anakin didn't have to be a Jedi to guess that the thermos was most likely filled with tea. It gladdened Anakin to see that even in death, his Master looked exactly the same before Obi-Wan had left for Utapau, ginger bread and all.

Obi-Wan gestured to the blanket. "Come. Sit, and enjoy yourself. We brought food, as you can see." Anakin sat down next to Padme and across from Obi-Wan. Looking to Obi's right was a figure cloaked in all white. It had raised a hood over its head, so Anakin could not see just who was underneath. However, the hood clung to the figure's head, outlining what appeared to be two large spires jutting out from the top of its forehead. These spires curled at the top and traveled downward along the creature's back. It took Anakin a few moments to realize just who the figure was. Reaching over the blanket, Anakin lifted the hood up to reveal the shining, bright orange face of Ahsoka Tano. She looked at Anakin with wide eyes.

"Hi Skyguy. Miss me?" She smirked, and Anakin remembered the look on her face when he, no Vader, had stabbed her through the chest. It had been a look of heartbreaking betrayal, a wide-eyed glance that Anakin had felt deep within his heart. But he could show no remorse. Not with the helmet on, at least.

"Yes. I missed you. I missed all of you" he said, gesturing to everyone at the picnic. "I'm glad that we're all back together again." His voice cracked and his eyes began to swell with tears. He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to ask. But before he could say anything, Ahsoka set down a plate of food in front of him. He looked up and saw that Padme and everyone else were smiling. At this point Anakin did the only other thing he could do.

He smiled back.