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This story is No. 1 in the series "Balance among stars". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: After jumping into Glory’s portal, the Slayer lands in the deck of Vader's Star Destroyer and accused of being a spy. Will Buffy survive the experience? Will Vader survive Buffy? And what will Palpatine do?

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Star Wars > Buffy-CenteredCristinaFR153142,16938413185,4017 Feb 061 Jan 13No

Chapter in between:Remembrance of love long lost

I wish you happy 2013!!!

Chapter in between is just as it says, in between chapter that covers certain Jedi ghost. meaning we are taking a small trip in the past.

Disclaimer: BTVS characters belong to Joss, and Star Wars belongs to G.Lucas. Nothing is mine and I’m not getting any money out of this.


Remembrance of love lost

Whoever said that the dead don’t have any concerns, they were wrong.

I worry all the time, and yet I’m just an observer, I can’t interfere, because such interference at this point could mean a disaster too terrible to comprehend.

And that knowledge makes bearing this a little easier. Not much, but it’s all I have.

I’ve watched Anakin since I’ve died. I remember my pain when he suffered trough many trials, always alone.

Obi-Wan helped as much as he could, but you can’t help with something you don’t know anything about.

I should know. When I left Joyce and our unborn child, it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. And I couldn’t tell anyone about it. And even if I could I don’t think the Jedi council would understand it.

Anakin went trough the same experience of having to leave family, in his case leaving his mother on Tatooine.

I had every intention of returning and freeing Shmi Skywalker. Unfortunately I couldn’t.

Being dead does that.

And she remained a slave.

So many things would go differently if Jedi would think about feelings. But Jedi become so detached, so dependent on the Code, that we’re heading to slow extinction.

All because someone in the distant, distant past decided that attachments are a bad idea.

And foolishly it became a rule of forbidding attachments. Ironically, the prophecy about the Chosen one’s was made after the rule was firmly placed in the code.

Fate has a cruel sense of humor.

But most damaging to Anakin was the isolation at the Temple. No friends, no family, only Obi-Wan who was dealing with the loss of, well…me.

I didn’t like placing that much of a burden on my Padawan’s shoulders, but there was no one else who I would trust.

Again all I could do was watch…

Only once I came close to interfering in Anakin’s fate… when he felt overwhelming grief and then anger when he killed those sand people.

I forgot my self for a few moments and shouted to him to stop. He didn’t hear me, too lost to grief and hatred. I know Yoda heard me, but fortunately he didn’t know what happened.

My heart ached on that fateful day on Mustafar when Obi-Wan and Anakin fought. I know he went by the name of Darth Vader then, but for me, he will always be simply Anakin.

Five years have passed since that day and then one day I felt a disturbance. And when I drifted trough the netherworld of the Force to see what caused it…

I saw someone who I never expected to see.

My daughter.

All grown up.

I couldn’t believe she was the second piece of the prophecy. The Oracles told me I’d never see my child or Joyce again.

But then again, I’m dead now; I can’t be a father to her.

She is beautiful; she inherited her mother’s hair color. She is short like her maternal grand mother and she has my mother’s eyes. Joyce named her after my mother.

And now when I watch my daughter interact with Anakin I can’t help but feel amusement.

They will pull each other through a wringer.

Both are stubborn. And convinced that they are right all the time.

They both have the ability to feel deeply, have suffered tremendous loses. And stood up after them, still fighting.

They are good and cunning fighters.

And will go to great lengths to save a loved one. Even kill.

Despite how much they have in common though, they are opposite in just as many ways.

Anakin will jump into a fight without thinking; he’ll decide quickly on a course of action and then do it. Buffy usually thinks things trough. If she has time that is.

He is not patient at all. She has some patience. Again, when she has to.

He is loyal only to people, causes mean nothing to him. If someone he cared for was in danger he’d do anything to protect them, even harm innocents. Buffy, while loyal and protective to people she loves, is capable of making the decision to sacrifice them so that innocents would be saved. It would kill her to do it, but she would be able to.

He trusts the people he’s close to beyond reason. Buffy, while she trusts her family and friends, doesn’t blind herself to the possibility of them deceiving her. She learned that lesson through experience.

Anakin doesn’t think outside of his beliefs. Buffy thinks, as she says, outside of the box.

Oh yes, watching them promises to be very amusing. So will, I suspect, Obi-Wan’s reaction to the news that I have a daughter.


I’m watching my daughter again. She is staring at the data pads with a frustrated expression on her face.

Anakin is teaching her how to write and read Basic. She is doing quite well; despite often teasing between the two…well, Buffy mostly.

“This doesn’t make sense. This is not Basic.” She mutters to herself.

At that I feel amusement coming from Anakin in waves. Look like he’s getting a little payback on Buffy.

“That’s because it’s Huttese.”

At Buffy’s glare he adds smugly: “At lest you’re improving, now you know when it’s not Basic.”

I really want to laugh at the children’s antic. But I have to be careful. Anakin could sense me and sometimes if I get to close to Buffy…well I think once she nearly saw me.

Now that was a close call.

I can’t make contact with those two… yet.

But I will. I don’t know when the time will be right, but I will show myself to them.

One of the good things about being dead is that time has no meaning for me.


When I found out that Joyce died, before Buffy got here… to say I was shocked would be an understatement.

It took all my self-control not to start searching for her right away.

But I will find her…


So I started search netherworld of the Force, since I heard Buffy tell Anakin that she lost her mother too and that he wasn’t the only one who lost a parent.

That was one of the more serious conversations they had. One that didn’t end in a shouting match, or glaring, or a laughing fit.

They had a lot of those.

As I’ve said I began searching foe Joyce and I will find her in time.

But meanwhile….

I wasn’t wrong about Obi-Wan’s reaction. Poor boy couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

That was couple of weeks ago.

And now I have to inform Master Yoda about… well everything and no matter how entertaining Obi-Wan’s imitation of a Gubba fish was, I think that Master Yoda’s will be even more.


…I feel a great disturbance in the Force. Anakin is furious.

It’s like a storm.

Looks like Yoda will have to wait a little while longer.


For some reason they are on Kamino. Buffy, Mara and the Kaminoan Toun Wee are waiting before a closed door. The Kaminoan is looking concerned, Mara is afraid, and my daughter …

Buffy just stood there, head cocked to the side listening to the noise coming from behind the door.

It sound like Anakin is demolishing the room in his anger. Whatever happened, it must have been bad.


I can’t say that I’m surprised at the news… sad, but not surprised. That is exactly the kind of thing that should be expected from Palpatine

I watch how Buffy and Mara leave. Then making the decision I step closer to Anakin. He tenses and looks sharply in my direction.


“Hello Anakin.”


I shrug. “I’m part of the living Force Anakin.”

“That name has no meaning for me.” He says, but there is a slight catch in his voice. He is visibly shaken.

Not something I like to see on him.

“It’s the name your mother give you.” I answer with a smile. Anakin winces and turns away. I can feel anger coming from him again.

“I heard what is on that data pad. Can’t say I was surprised, Palpatine was always manipulative.”

“I trusted him. And he lied to me. Worst he ordered a hit on my mother and…I’ve been a fool.”

I nod and sit down. “He fooled the Jedi council and the Senate so you are in a good company of fools.”

That got a smile from Anakin. “I guess so.”

“What happened,” I continue, “wasn’t your fault.”

At his look I shrug, “Well, not entirely. You could have made a different decision, but at that point Palpatine had twisted you in so many knots that if he told you that your mother was a duck you would have believed him.”


After an hour of talking with Anakin I left him calmer. Oh, he is still angry, but he is calmer and already making plans.

Now all I have to do is inform an old friend of mine that she’ll be getting some company.



And soon! To. Be. Continued.

The End?

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