The Alternate

Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet

When: While watching Star Wars!!!

Disclaimer: Nope, it is not owned by I

A/N Please read this author note! This is an AU story, and here's why: When Anakin took the jump on Mustafar, Obi-Wan only cut off his leg, and he was able to escape unburned. There are other reasons you'll see as you read, but I don't want to ruin the suprise. Please read and review...sorry for grammatical mistakes, I need a beta-reader, and my spell checker dosen't work!! Enjoy:)

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Prologue:

A sad whimpering filled Darth Vader's ears. It seemed no matter how many people he'd killed in the past ten years; since he'd ceased being Jedi Kinght Anakin Skywalker, and had become the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader, these sad cries penetrated his cold, seemingly unfeeling heart.

The whimpering then gave way to a new sound; screaming, and loud erratic sobs.

The room where this was taking place had been dark up until this point as a dim light flickered on in the tiny room.

The weak beam illuminated the body of a young boy, of about ten years old. The boy thrashed about in the hard bed, covered in sweat from a nightmare.

The boy's sandy blonde hair fell on his face, covering his eyes that were probably shut tight in fear.

A woman's hand touched the boy's shoulder, and he instantly was wide awake. The young boy's eyes widened in fear, and this time Vader could see them because the boy's hair was no longer blocking his sight.

The eyes were deep, electric blue, though they were saddened in fear Vader could see a spark in them.

Vader gasped.

He'd seen these eyes before, many times. They were his eyes...the eyes of Anakin Skywalker; now Darth Vader.

"Aunt Beru?" the boy gasped, clinging to her.

His aunt sighed," Did you have another dream, Luke?"

Vader froze, Luke was the very name Padme and hi...Anakin had decided on for a boy, a mere coincidence he lied to himself.

Luke shook his head yes. All the while his sandy blonde hair, which was strikingly like Anakin's own, fell into his hauntingly familiar eyes.

"The same one. Again," Luke whispered," about you, and Uncle Owen."

" Are you sure, Luke? Tell me about it. It might ease your mind so you can sleep," Beru commented in a loving manner.

Luke looked skeptical, but did as she said.

"It was awful, Aunt Beru!" Luke ran his hand through his hair," There were Imperial Troops, a..and they were doing horrible things to the farm, I think they were l..looking for m...me, but I don't know why. Uncle and you wouldn't tell them where I was though..." Luke shuddered.

Vader knew how Luke felt, he'd had nightmares like this for years, infact he almost wanted to comfort the boy, but dismissed the feeling angrily.

"Luke?" Beru prompted her nephew to finish the tale.

"Then," Luke's voice broke," they burned the both of you along with the farm...they laughed." Luke said the last word bitterly.

The boy... Luke's eyes grew cold, and distant for a second, and Vader felt Luke's anger surge.

"You died slowly, in pain." He whispered.

Beru pulled her nephew into a tight hug, and murmered," It was only a dream."

Luke pulled back," But it felt so real...more and more real the more I have the dream," he countered.

"Luke Skywalker, let me tell you a little something. Your nightmare was just a dream, do you understand? Your Uncle and I will always be here for you, Always."

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Lord Vader awoke, panting. His mind fluttering to his dream of the Force-sensitive boy.

He smoothly jumped out of bed, and put on his black cloak hood to hide his cold, evil blue eyes. Vader momentarily wished...hoped...begged that his, Padme were here with him right now comforting him after his dreams like she did so long ago...

He panicked as a new thought raced through his brain. If this dream was a vision...then that means the boy, Luke Skywalker is...

Is what? What could he possibly mean to the Dark Lord?

*Your Son* the unforgotten voice of Padme Amidalla filled his head, even though she had long been dead, by his own hand.

" Impossible," Vader hissed aloud," there is no way that...that boy could be mine!"

But suddenly Vader wasn't so sure.