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To say Obi-Wan looked mildly perturbed to be here with a wholly different Skywalker covering a very strange subject would be... an overstatement. There was a hint of it in the arch of his brow, but that was about it. He strode through the classroom with confidence.

"Welcome," he said, "To this class on a rather particular kind of strangeness that this island will bring to you. As you may know, it is a nexus between various worlds, and... various times. Oftentimes, this simply means you'll encounter people from places you have never heard of. Sometimes, it gets rather more... complicated. Personally."

Ben nodded vigorously. "I'm Ben Skywalker," he said with a tiny smile and a trace still of a Coruscanti accent. "And yeah, I'm one of those Skywalkers."

Sorry, Ashoka's brain. "I'm Anakin's grandson. Luke's son. And Cade's grandfather, which may mean more or less to you depending on where you fall on which timeline."

He spread his hands. "Now if you've been here for more than a few days, you've probably met some future children from possible timelines. You might have met people from your own galaxy but a different time. And it can give you a huge headache, and that's okay. It takes some time for your brain to adjust."

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi," he established. "The best way to begin preparing yourself for these headaches is to think of the worst," he said. "So I would like you all to give your name, class, and one situation in which meeting a relative - past, present or future - would be very awkward for you, or worse."

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"I'm Velma Martinez, I'm a senior, and dealing with my parents is already awkward. It really can't get much worse by throwing alternate timelines into it."

No, seriously. It couldn't.

"My partner is teaching my future mom this summer," Ben said blandly. "It can always get worse."

Velma's parents had sold her to a corporation at twelve in order to get a percentage of whatever revenue she made as a superhero. Now they were blackmailing her for whatever was left because the gravy-train had ended and the tabloids would pay handsomely for the civilian identity of Velveteen, one of the few heroes to ever walk away from The Super Patriots, Inc.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

"You'd be surprised," Velma said, trying not to sound as bitter as she was. "Maybe if I met them early enough I could convince them not to get together. Seriously, only bright sides here."

Ben winced. "You'd rather that you didn't exist?" he asked.

"Oh, no, nothing like that," Velma said. "Well, not exactly."

That wasn't encouraging Velma.

"I mean, I like existing far more than not, but my parents really, really shouldn't be together. Or parents. It would just be a lot easier overall if they never had been. And it wouldn't affect me, exactly. In all likelihood, it would spin off a whole new timeline or alternate dimension where that Velma Martinez didn't exist to prevent a paradox."

She sounded very certain of that.

Ben nodded. "I haven't found a place where I don't exist yet," because he hadn't talked to Rey, cough, "but I've met people who thought I should've been a baby still, or really old. There seem to only be a few really permanent moments in the universe that can't be undone."

"Well, it would be more of a divergent timeline than, say, an alternate dimension or a full-bore alternate universe, so the rules of paradox would still be followed," Velma said, like these were facts obvious to anyone in the classroom. "All it would do in this reality is add to my slippage rate, and, honestly, just be being here, I bet I register as a world-class universe hopper by now."

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