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Summary: Vader’s death after saving Luke is not enough to redeem him…but it may be enough to earn a second chance.

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Star Wars > Angel-CenteredThundertbFR712,242171,68729 Jan 0729 Jan 07Yes

Second Chances

By Thundertb

Rating: G

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Crossover(s): Angel and Star Wars


Season/Spoilers: Anything up to the end of Season 5 of Angel and to be on the safe side all six of the Star Wars movies.


Pairing: None


Main Character(s): Angel, Anakin Skywalker


Timeline: Takes place sometime after Return of the Jedi.


Summary: Vader’s death after saving Luke is not enough to redeem him…but it may be enough to earn a second chance.


Author’s Notes: I’ve always thought that Vader’s sacrifice to save his son, while noble, was nowhere enough to repay his debt to the people of the galaxy for his betrayal. And I thought who would better understand his need for redemption than Angel. So an Angel/Star Wars crossover was born.



The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a tall, white marble statue of man. At the base of the statue was a single word in a language that was unfamiliar which was etched in gold. With a soft sigh, he pushed himself up to a sitting position and looked around. He was in the middle of circle of statues of men and women of varying ages. All of them human. All of them with a single word at their bases in what appeared to be the same strange language as the first statue he saw.

The next thing he noticed was that there was no door. The walls, ceiling and floor all made of the same white marble as the statues. He stood up pulling his black cloak around himself to ward off the slight chill his eyes drawn once more to the statue of the man he had been lying in front of.

He felt drawn to this statue…a feeling of familiarity, as though they were the same as though the man who was the inspiration for this statue had made the same mistakes, had committed the same types of evil that he had. He felt, perhaps, this man would understand his guilt…his shame…and his need.

Impossible. I’ve betrayed everything I ever stood for and everyone I ever loved. No one can understand.

He stepped closer to the statue fighting the pain his guilt brought. The man was tall. His short hair was in an unfamiliar style, the front of which was spiked. He wore a coat that fell to the middle of his calves and gave the impression of moving with a slight breeze. But it was the eyes that truly drew him. The artisan that carved the statue put a lot of time in working on the statue’s eyes. The eyes seemed to show a combination of guilt, sadness, and just a slight glimmer of hope.

Oh Padme! What have I become?

It wasn’t until he reached out to touch the statue and saw his hands that he realized he no longer heard the harsh mechanical breathing that had been present for every moment of his life since Mustafar. Slowly with a sense of dread…and maybe, just maybe hope…he raised his hands to his face and for the first time in over two decades felt a face without the scars of his first battle with Obi-Wan. With a muffled sob, he fell to his knees and stared at his two hands.

A soft hum coming from where the statue stood broke through the ever tightening circle of guilt and self-hate. He looked up at the statue. He watched as the white of the marble was leeched away and replaced with color. He stood up and slowly backed away instinctively reaching for the Force only to feel it elude him. A shiver of fear raced down his spine as he watched the stone change to flesh, the eyes to brown, and the long coat to black. The once stone figure stepped off the marble pedestal.

“Anakin Skywalker, son of Schmi Skywalker, padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, apprentice of the Sith Lord Darth Sidious you have been brought here to be judged.”

Anakin continued to back away from the stranger once again trying to reach for the Force only to be blocked, the calm, matter-of-fact words hammering him.

“What have you to say in your defense?”

Anakin’s backward movement was halted by the statue of a young man wearing an eye patch over his left eye. At that moment, facing the implacable gaze of the stranger before him, the Force beyond reach, every evil act committed replayed itself in his mind…the annihilation of the Sand People that had killed his mother…the death of Mace Windu…his oath of fealty to the Emperor…the screams of the Younglings as they died by his hand…Mustafar (Padme, Obi-Wan)…Leia (my daughter) and Alderaan…Bespin (Luke, my son). The list of how he had betrayed the very ones he was supposed to protect grew longer and longer and along with it came the guilt and shame. The memories of everything he had ever done robbed him of breath. Unable to stand under the weight of his crimes he fell to his knees.

“Oh Force, what have I done?”

Anakin looked up at the stranger, the pain more than he could bear, his voice but a soft whisper.

“I have no defense. I am guilty of all crimes that have been charged against me.”

The stranger gazed at the statue of the one-eyed man for a moment as though he were listening then looked down at Anakin his eyes narrowed in thought. Sitting down on the pedestal, the stranger looked at a statue of a woman standing next to the statue of the one-eyed man. Gone was the implacable stranger and instead there sat a man with a rather bemused expression and who appeared to be listening to something only he could hear.

“Enough, Cordelia. This is my decision.”

The stranger let out a beleaguered sigh and then looked at Anakin.

“Anakin Skywalker, you have quite a few people speaking on your behalf…Cordelia! If you are going to continue to bitch at me show yourself so Anakin can hear it. Otherwise, go bother somebody else.”

The stranger glared at the statue of the woman. “I heard that.”

Confused, Anakin asked, “Who are you?”

The stranger studied Anakin. “I am probably the only person who could even come close to understanding what you’re feeling. And I’ve been exactly where you are right now.”

“Were you a Sith Lord?” asked Anakin.

The stranger’s eyes narrowed, “No.”

“Then how can you know what I’m feeling…what I’ve done?”

“While what I’ve done may have been confined to one planet, my actions could be considered as bad and in some cases probably even worse than the things you’ve done. I don’t even have the extenuating circumstance of trying to protect someone I loved when I started. In fact, I was drunk at the time.”

“Who are you?”

“While I am one the good guys, I’m called Angel. When I was one of the bad guys, they called me Angelus.”

Without thought, Anakin leapt to his feet, his heart pounding, desperately reaching for the Force only to be blocked again and again.

With a sigh, the stranger…Angelus…looked up at Anakin.

“I see you have heard of me. And it’s Angel…not Angelus. Trust me. You’ll be able to tell the difference.”

Vague memories of half forgotten tales told on every planet occupied by humans flashed through Anakin’s mind. Angelus…the one person every baby Sith wanted to grow up to be was standing in front of him.

“You’re being given a chance, Anakin…a chance to make up for every evil deed you’ve ever committed. The path of redemption is not easy. The temptations that caused you to turn will still be there. Let me ask you something. Knowing everything you do now, having walked the path of darkness, do you think you could recognize that path again?”

Anakin forced himself to relax. He needed to stop reacting and to start using his skills learned as a Jedi, no matter how rusty they may be, and simply try and figure this out. Angelus was a myth. So…whoever this person was he could not be Angelus. Okay! See that wasn’t so hard. He could be calm and in control.

Ignoring the man on the pedestal, he began looking around the room…a room with no doors, no windows, no corners…all in white marble. For the first time since he woke up, he wondered where he was.

“Where am I?”

He turned to look at the man.

“Do you think you could recognize evil when you see it?”

“What are you talking about?”

As the man stood up, Anakin fought the urge to back away from him.

“Just answer the question, Anakin.”

“I don’t know!”

“Let’s find out.”

One moment they were in a white marble room and in the next they were standing in a courtyard filled with people both young and old frozen in place. The younger ones were dressed in some kind of robe and wearing a flat cap. They appeared to be listening to the man standing at the podium. Anakin felt a darkness pervading the place. The darkness felt old…ancient. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself and walked toward the podium.

There was darkness to the man…a feeling of malevolence and anticipation. In a way, it reminded him of the Emperor.

“Who was he?”

“Richard Wilkins. He built this town for one purpose only. To feed the evil that resided here. He wanted immortality and power. This day was to be his day of Ascension. Had he succeeded, millions would have died and these children would have been the first.”

Anakin turned toward Angel.

“Who stopped him? You?”

Angel shook his head.

“They did. I helped, but they are the ones who truly stopped it. Look at them and tell me what you see.”

Anakin turned and walked down the aisle between the seated teens. He stopped at the third row. There in the middle sat a young man with brown hair and brown eyes. It was the fear and determination in the young man’s eyes that set him apart from the rest of the group.

“He has two eyes. Yet the statue has only one? He has no power, and yet the Light is strong in him.”

Angel nodded his head.

“Many have underestimated him. Including me.”

There, in the row in front of the young man and two seats to the left, sat a young woman with long brown hair. His first impression of the young woman was that of vanity, but again it was her eyes that showed who she truly was. Like the young man there was fear and determination in those eyes. She held herself like a queen. Her statue did not do her justice.

Anakin continued to walk slowly down the aisle. He saw them all. A young woman with blond hair and the eyes of warrior…another young woman with red hair, her innocence slowly being eaten away by the dark power she possessed…a young man with hair that seemed to change color as he watched him, who possessed a calm exterior yet beneath it lay something wild and dangerous.

All of them had statues made of them in the white marble room.

Confused, he turned to the man who had brought him to this place.

Who are they?”

“Champions.”

They returned to the white marble room.

Anakin looked at Angel the same way he looked at the others. And he saw it. The evil that lay within the other man. Tightly contained and fighting to get free.

“Now you understand.”

“Why am I here?”

“Like I said, like me you are being given a second chance. Not many people get that.”

“Why me?

“Because there are people who are fighting for you…who believe in you.”

“Who? Who would fight for me?”

“Padme, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Yoda…Mace Windu.”

Anakin looked surprised. He thought Master Windu would be the last person to offer him a second chance. Master Windu thought he should never have been allowed to train as Jedi.

“Master Windu?”

“Yes…well, Cordelia has been…talking…to him. She seems to think…that…maybe…he has some responsibility in your turning to the Dark side.”

“The only one responsible for my actions is me.”

“I agree. However, Cordelia watched your and Padme’s star-crossed lovers thing and well, though she would deny it, she’s a bit of a romantic. And, before you go thinking that Cordelia is soft, she considers you an idiot for believing anything that that ‘slimy, misbegotten son of Mershok’ said. Plus, you made Padme cry.”

Angel shook his head at Anakin's confused look. “Don’t ask. You really don’t want to know.”

Anakin wondered around the room looking at all the statues.

“A second chance?” he asked.

“A second chance.”

He went and stood in front of Angel.

“What do I have to do?”

Angel reached up and placed the palm of his hand on Anakin’s left temple.

“This symbol marks you as my Chosen. Seek out Wes. She’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

Angel once more stood on his pedestal.

“You are not to contact your children or their families. It’s a condition of your redemption and non-negotiable.”

With those last words a marble statue once again stood where Angel had been standing and between one moment and the next he was standing in a room filled with people. This time they were all moving.

“Renner, there’s been reports of nest out near the western junction. I want you and your team to check it out. What you waiting for, go!”

As they all made ready to leave, the woman who had been giving the orders approached Anakin.

“So. You’re Angel’s new Chosen. I’m Wes. Welcome to Coruscant Cleveland Sector Security.”


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