[Devrin pov]
Walking back into the house I see Anakin talking to mom, narrating the day we had at Watto's. "You talking her ear off Anakin relax."
"Mom's ear is fine." He says while checking her ears.
"I'm fine Ami, I'm fine," She says.
Mom. Shmi skywalker, mother to the chosen one, and myself in this life. The memories show her meeting a tragic end, one of the key points pushing Anakin off the edge. Not to mention he was barred from seeing her, a weak man may have became much worse.
"You keep talking it just might." I step in to the kitchen to prepare some food.
"Sit down. I'll do that." Mom begins to get up.
"Anakin!" I shout but he was already moving, sitting in her lap and holding on to the edge of her chair. "Sick people Don't work."
"Just let us take care of you." Anakin with tears welling in his eyes, "please."
She relented and I made some stew with the vegetables and meat scraps Yaga had brought over.
Finishing the meal Anakin excused himself and ran to the storage room.
I immediately begin cleaning up preventing mom from helping. "Can you help me and Anakin with something in a little bit?" I say firming my resolve. "It might take a while."
"Of course." She says unaware of the choice I'm making at the moment.great I'll get Anakin then we'll start.
Entering the storage, room I find Anakin elbow deep in a box of spare parts while a droid skeleton lays on the table. "You alright in here Dr. Frankenstein?"
"Who that?"
"Don't even worry about it, whatcha doooooiiiinng"
His eyes light up, "I'm gonna make a droid that can help mom."
'C-3PO? Already? He must just subconsciously know Mecha Deru. Who else but the chosen one?' I ask myself. "Do you even know how to make a droid?"
"No but i can learn!" He says in defiance.
"Who am I to say the great Anakin Skywalker can make a droid?" Sarcastically speaking "if he can't do it? Who can?"
"Shut up and get out, this is a secret."
"Then I guess you gonna miss becoming a Jedi."
"Jedi? What's that?" Scratching his head
"You don't know what a Jedi is?" I respond in false exasperation, "it's only the coolest thing in the universe."
"I wanna be one I wanna be one," Anakin drops the box and pulls on my clothes.
"Okay okay calm down. Meet me in the living ro-" and he's already gone.
Entering behind him I invite Anakin and mom to sit with me in the floor. "Do you know anything about the Force?"
Anakin looks lost, but mom look confused. I continue, "it's the energy Jedi's use. It allows them to do extraordinary things, moving thing with there mind, enhanced strength and speed, just name a few."
"Really? That's so cool." The spark in Anakins eyes are blazing at this point.
"Why tell us," mom looks at me skeptically "what does anything that have to do with helping you?"
"Well…" in for a penny in for a pound. "I think we're all force sensitive."
I wait for a exclamation, a scream, something, it never comes.
"What that mean?" Anakin asks his expression mirrored on moms face. This is gonna take. A while
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"So we're space magicians?"
"more like magic swordsman." I rub my temples, "only if you want to fight. Plenty Jedi are medic, engineers, and teachers. Not everyone is a warrior."
"You think we both have it?" Mom asked tentatively, "what make you so sure I have it?"
"Your always going down with a migraine. Telltale sign of mental exhaustion after a force move." I say stating 'facts' cause truly I have no idea. How am I supposed say 'hey you just gave birth to space Jesus, and there a chance some of his 'chosen one-ness' rubbed of on you.'
"Can we try first?" Anakin impatiently interrupts.
"Sure," teaching him what I think is the correct position, " just close your eyes and breathe in and out, just let the energy flow thru you.
We alll begin the exercise, closing our eyes and breathing. Following my lead we breathe in and out at the same time. Peeking for a moment I find Anakin already in meditation, chosen one status at it finest.
Looking over at mom I clench my fist in success. No way the force would leave her high and dry, it had to be plot cause no way she didn't anything for birthing 'Jesus Christ'.
I focus on myself and the feeling I've been ignoring since I regained my memories. The energy flowing thru me like water to dry land, sinking into the very 'cracks' of my very being. The rush nearly forced me out of meditation, interacting with, and heightening my connection to the world.
Then I pull out, keeping a small connection between that new found energy and myself. Opening my eyes I find Anakin, eyes still closed,floating two feet off the ground. Shifting to mom I see she also off the ground, albeit lower, and slightly turning. Looking down at my also off the ground,but seeing that, whatever concentration was hold me up broke.
Not wanting them to become one with the force I light tap their shoulders, a little harder for Anakin. Open their eyes and crashing lightly to the floor, they look at me with excitement.
"Did you enjoy that?" I say wearing a grin. I did it, the first change.