I haven't found many Darkside! Luke stories. Filtering through how many thousands of fics with him in them, let alone him being Darkside material, is harder than one would think. So, I decided I'll just write my own. Remember, this is an AU and I have taken the liberties surrounding that. Please enjoy!

Liberties I have taken: No Asoka, A Suit-less Vader, etc.

I do not own Star Wars or any canon character.

'Why me?'

Luke found himself saying that phrase more and more often in his life.

He blinked his blue-eyes slowly, even that little reflex hurt. Above him, he saw the tall multi-storied buildings that surrounded him and the light from beyond the alley brightening it enough to see where he was. Luke found himself lying in a litter filled alley, cursing his luck… or rather lack-there-of. From the stories he had been told of his own family's history, Skywalker's were notorious for their ability to attract trouble.

Luke rolled onto his side with a grunt. Everything hurt. He slowly sat up, grimacing in disgust when his right hand found itself in a puddle of… something. Luke shuddered, wiping his hand on his pants. Even with a cybernetic hand, he could still feel everything, and that was disgusting. Luke hoisted himself to his feet and brushed the seat of his pants off, as well as the back of his pilot jacket, getting rid of the alley dirt and grime. Looking around the alley. From the style of the buildings and the massive clamor of sentient beings and speeders he could hear, he recognized where he was.

"How the kriff did I get to Coruscant?" he grumbled aloud. His father was going to kill him for this… Well, Luke was twenty-five, having been with his father for about seven/eight years by that point… he was too old to be punished, or grounded for something like this. Luke could literally get away with murder where his father was concerned, but still…he had no intentions of unnecessarily worrying his father.

With his thoughts concerning his father, Luke exited the alley, the pain in his body receding slightly. He had stepped out of the alley the busy streets of Coruscant, a level or two down from the surface level. Speeders of every style, make, and color cluttered the sky-lanes above him. Trandoshans, Twi-leks, Humans, Wookies, and hundreds of other sentient beings crowded the streets around him. He slipped his way into the crowd and began heading for the nearest Imperial Outpost, also known as: One free ride for an Imperial Prince to Vader's Palace available at every Imperial post, center, base, and building. Luke thoroughly enjoyed the privilege that came with being Vader's Heir, not to mention being the Dark Lord's only son.

As he walked amongst the crowds, Luke stretched-out with the Force, seeking his Father's light; his Force signature. Darth Vader had a Force Signature that shone like the heart of a sun. Luke's own signature shone nearly as bright in the Force as his Father. Vader was after all the "Chosen One". Luke had tried to get his Father to explain, in extreme detail mind you, what that exactly meant. His Father had managed to avoid that conversation at every turn.

'Wait, that isn't right! What the Sith was that?!' Luke shocked and startled himself and quickly drew the Force into himself and hid his Force presence immediately. What he felt hadn't been his Father, instead it had been hundreds of Force signatures on Corsuscant. Something was wrong, and his Father and the Emperor needed to be informed. Luke grabbed for his comlink and coding it to his Father's personal one… nothing. Luke tried again. Nothing happened. No beep or signal emitted from it. Luke furrowed his eyes at the little device. He shook it and then turned it off and on again. Still nothing. 'What?' he thought, confused. Luke had made the comlink himself, it should be working! Unable to contact his Father through the Force, and with his comlink not working. Luke broke into a run heading towards the nearest Outpost. Coruscant had thousands of Outposts, it was known as Imperial Center after all. He knew there was one located on Republica and CorePark, the two streets were located about four miles away from his current position. Vader needed to know about this!

Luke ran for mile before stopping on a credit, something had caught his eye. His eyes fixed on the Coruscant News Center that was being shone on the public holograms surrounding the area. Luke eyes furrowed deeply in outright confusion, his thin lips forming a frown. The hologram was showing two tall human males, one was of non-descript red-haired man with a comlink, obviously interviewing the other man on the screen. The other man was Bail Organa! 'That's impossible!' Luke knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that that was impossible! Organa was dead (as was the planet Alderaan for that matter). Thoughts of How, Who, Why and so many others crowded and floated around the blond man's head. Bail Organa was dead! He saw his death firsthand. Bail, unlike what so many others believed, didn't die on Alderaan. He was killed by Vader on Vader's Flagship; the Executor. Bail had been captured, merely hours before the destruction of Alderaan, trying to escape from Coruscant with Rebel Information. Vader had killed him. But this Bail, he looked… younger, less haunted, more confident.

'What is happening?' Luke mentally questioned. A dead man being found alive, hundreds of unknown Force signatures… Luke struggled to remember how he had even gotten to Coruscant in the first place. Had he been kidnapped? No. If he had been, he would either be dead or still with his captors awaiting a ransom demand. Not walking free. Maybe he escaped?

'What is happening?' he repeated, his calloused hands coming to cradle his head, his eyes closing, a searing headache beginning to form, once again, just behind his eyes. Opening his hurting eyes, he continued forward towards the Outpost, not running this time. Luke began to pay attention to the little everyday details that may pass his notice, he needed an idea of what was happening. The most obvious thing was the News Broadcast with Organa. But also, the unknown Force signatures. Luke skirted around a Bothan couple dressed in extravagant clothing, and he noticed a squad of Stormtroopers coming down the street towards him… but, something was off about the squad. The Stormtrooper's armor was wrong. Too Mandolorian looking in the helmet, too slick-looking, too wrong. Luke ducked behind a small vendor kiosk. Luke commanded armies in the name of the Empire, he fought on the front lines against the Rebel Alliance, and those that opposed the Empire. These soldiers were not a faction of the Empire, he knew this by their armor, by his own experience and his own instinct.

Luke kept his eyes on the troopers, looking for any detail that would give away who they served. He noticed the slight variation in their uniforms, an extra color stripe here or there, one even wore a kama and two blaster pistols… And then Luke noticed something that struck him as odd. The troopers… they were all the same height. What is the probability of a group of 8 troopers and them all be the exact same height! Luke quickly connected the details; the troopers were clones! Luke remembered back to his studies of the Old Republic and how clones were used as soldiers in the Grand Army, the GAR.

Luke glanced around him, before melting into the shadows of an alley behind him. The other end of the alley opened into another busy street, with no troopers in sight. Luke hurried forward, determined to reach the Outpost. Luke reached a public staircase that brought him to the 1st level of Coruscant, the surface level. As he walked he noticed one more thing that added to his growing list, titled: What the kriff is happening? He noticed there was no symbols of the Empire anywhere. Not a flag, not a mention on any of the screens or holograms he passed, no mention of him or his father. Nothing. Dread began to fill his person, along with frustration. He was on Imperial Center for star's sake! The only symbol he saw was a variation of the Imperial symbol, but it still looked and felt wrong to the Imperial Prince. Everything he knew was beginning to turn upside down, he couldn't find any of his own soldiers, not a hint of the Imperial symbol anywhere, he couldn't contact his Father! His headache began to throb harder, pressure building inside his head!

Luke could sense his frustration growing into anger. He stopped once more, leaning against the wall of a building. Bracing one of his hands on it, he focused on his breathing, willing little trickles of the Force into his head, healing his headache. He couldn't risk more than that, with so many Force users around, he couldn't afford to be found without knowing what was going on. The Darkside was calling him today. It could sense his confusion and anger, wanting it to grow inside the blond-haired man until it filled him completely. Luke may be a Sith, but that didn't mean the Darkside controlled him. His Father had taught him to be the master of the Darkside, not it's servant. Luke calmed at that thought, panicking would do him little good here. Luke began to walk, determined to reach the Outpost. He needed answers.

Twenty minutes later, Luke stood dumbfounded.

Having walked four miles, he arrived at Republica and CorePark. There was no Outpost. No soldiers. No officers. No nothing. Instead of an Outpost, it was a restaurant. A restaurant that, apparently, specialized in Corellian cuisine.

Luke's stomach growled. He glanced down at his own stomach. He was hungry. And lost apparently. Not a good combo in his mind. With a sigh, he ran one of his hands through his short blond-hair and walked into the restaurant.

Luke was directed by the server droid to a small table by one of the windows. After ordering a Spiceloaf and an ale. He sat back in his chair, his eyes looking to the world outside the window.

Luke idly grabbed out his comlink, spinning it in his fingers before trying to com his Father once more. Nothing happened. Luke stuffed it back into his pocket, annoyance could be seen on his face. Turning his attention back to the inside of the restaurant, he looked at the other patrons. Corellians, and other sentients packed the restaurant. It was dinner time for the masses.

As his food arrived and he had begun to eat; he turned his attention on his meal. He was half-way through his spiceloaf when he heard it.

"I heard Jedi Kenobi had successfully negotiated with the leaders of Brentaal." A Corellian commented to his tablemates, a couple tables over from Luke's own.

"Hah! What do you expect from 'The Negotiator' himself!" came the jovial answer. An older Corellian man, given by the accent.

The single blue-haired woman at the table giggled at the exchange between her companions.

Luke's hands clenched around his silverware, his blue eyes narrowing. Luke, careful to conceal his Force presence, probed the minds of the three beings. What he heard….

'Jedi again! They're always causing a ruckus! Leave the war to the soldiers.'

'Obi-wan Kenobi is one to be admired to be certain. I have to tell Tyr about this! She'll never believe it!'

"Obi-wan." Luke whispered aloud. He remembered that old man, the man who had stolen him from his father. Obi-wan was dead. Again, Vader had killed him on the Death Star. Luke hadn't been on the Death Star at that time, but in the Outer Rim dismantling a slaver ring that had decided to take its business into the Imperial Worlds. A mistake. One big mistake they had paid for with their lives. Slavery was not tolerated in the Empire. Once the Death Star was created, the Emperor finally outlawed slavery. Vader was extremely pleased when this happened. Vader never allowed slavers to live. The Emperor had kept Vader away from the Death Star until its near completion. The Emperor was wise enough to keep Vader away from the subjects of slavery and forced submission. Vader held no tolerance for slavery, the Emperor himself was a different story. Luke, knowing that part of his Father's past, agreed whole-heartedly with his Father's anti-slavery beliefs. Luke has seen slavery first-hand during his childhood on Tatooine, it was, sadly, a common sight in the Outer Rims. Luke relished in the deaths of the slavers. No sentient was created to be ruled by another in such a way.

Finishing his meal, he stood up. He had filched on his way to the Outpost/restaurant a handful of credit chips from various beings he had passed. He had a feeling his own Imperial credits would do him no good here. Placing a few on the table, Luke wandered over to the table of the gossiping trio.

"Evening. Mind if I join you?" Luke asked politely, his lips curling into a smile that hinted at roguish charm. His own Coruscanti accent bleeding into his words. He had long thrown off his Tatooine accent… it had taken awhile to get rid of the coarse accent of the Outer Rim.. Yet… the result. Luke smiled wider, focusing on the woman of the group. Luke had inherited the looks of his parents, which benefited him time and time again. Much to the amusement of his close friends.

"Wh-"

A dull thump was heard, the younger Corellian male flinched, throwing a glare at the woman across from him. A knowing smirk crossed the oldest of the group at the antics of his tablemates.

"Of course! Please sit! Have you eaten? Care for a drink? I hear that the Twistler here is phenomenal." She simpered to the blond stranger, her pale cheeks slowly turning red.

"Thank you, I have just eaten though, but thank you, dear lady." Luke charmed out. The woman blushed redder, fanning herself with her ring-laden hand.

"Zu-orra!"

"What, Ky?" The woman replied distracted by the charming stranger.

"Stop it, you two." A calm voice broke in. The third table member spoke, before turning his attention to Luke.

"What can we do for you?"

Luke laughed quietly, acting embarrassed. "I'm afraid I eavesdropped on your conversation earlier. You were talking about the Negotiator, correct?"

"Oh yes! General Obi-wan Kenobi, the Jedi!" the woman chirped in, gesturing to the forth chair at the table. Luke sat gracefully, smiling at her.

"You see, I have been away from Coruscant for the last several years, doing some work in the Outer Rim, charity work, of course. You speak highly of this… Jedi Kenobi. Who is he? And what had happened on Brentaal?"

"Oh, you won't believe this!" Ky, the younger Corellian cut in, his caramel eyes alighting with excitement. "General Kenobi and General Skywalker traveled to Brentaal to-"

Luke stopped listening, struggling to conceal his shock at the words General Skywalker.

"I apologize to interrupt, but who is General Skywalker?" Luke cut in, confusion coloring his words.

The oldest of the group huffed a laugh, "You've been out of the Core too long if you don't know who that is."

Luke laughed lightly, tilted his head, feigning an embarrassed look once more. "I believe that to be true, good sir!"

The oldest Corellian leaned back in his chair and began telling Luke what the Galaxy knew of General Skywalker. General Anakin Skywalker. The Hero With no Fear. A renown Jedi. As the Corellian continued Luke's mind began to swirl at the implications. His Father…. Anakin… Jedi… Obi-wan…The Grand Army… Republic… Chancellor Palpatine…

'Impossible.' This was the word that repeated itself, over and over and over again in his sharp mind… 'Yet, Father always says that nothing is impossible with the Force, to never underestimate its power.' Could Luke really be in the past. The past where is father is still a Jedi Knight. Where Palpatine wasn't Emperor, but Chancellor. Where the Republic still existed.

With a slight wave of his hand, Luke mind-tricked his tablemates. Blurring their memories of him.

Luke left the restaurant.

Luke walked and walked, hours past, hands clasped behind his back, his head down in thought. He tried to make sense of what had happened to him, how he could have been transported to the Past. The sun had set, the four moons of Coruscant beginning to rise in the sky.

Luke found himself back in the littered alley. He had walked miles of the 1st level, the 2nd, he was back on the 3rd level, where the confusion began. Luke surveyed the alley, searching for any clues that may lead to how and why. He was even tempted to meditate on the answer, but threw that thought from his mind. The Force Users around the planet may notice him. Speaking of Force Users… Luke could sense two of them approaching his position. Luke, though his Force use sealed off, doubled-checked to make sure he could not be sensed by another. Luke melted into the shadows of a nearby building, his dark clothing helping to conceal him.

Two Jedi, two Knights, judging by their appearance appeared from around a street corner. Luke watched them, watching ever gesture, every word was remembered.

The Jedi were analyzing the area around where Luke himself had appeared. From what he could hear, not even the Jedi knew what had caused the disturbance in the Force. They had been sent from the Temple.

Luke vaguely remembered the former Jedi Temple. He could see the ruins from almost any of the buildings he frequented on his Coruscant. Luke lived in the Federal District, the Senate District on Coruscant. Close to where is Father had his Palace, where the Emperor lived, and where the main buildings of the Imperial Army was located. He had not thought to consider to check the Temple for answers… it was Force related, after all.

Luke got bored watching the two Jedi, wishing they would hurry and leave. Refusing to fidget, Luke continued to listen to their lack-of-answers concerning the Alley. Finally, he heard something interesting; the words Obi-wan and Anakin. The Jedi were discussing the return of them both from Brentaal. They were to arrive at the Temple two days from now, that caught Luke's attention. Excitement began to fill the young Skywalker at the aspect of seeing his Father. Especially his much younger father.

Luke thought to his father now, as he knew him. Vader was an impressive, intimidating figure, a commanding one. Vader wore the black armored robes and cowl of a Sith Lord, a thick belt that held his lightsaber, and a black mask. Vader never showed his face to the Galaxy. Luke had seen his Father's face of course. The Older Skywalker wore his blond, nearly brown, hair short, yet long enough to see the beginning of his curls, his blue eyes striking with a faded scar over his right eye. Only those closest to Vader got to see behind his mask. Luke had heard once, that his father had been severely burned on Mustafar fighting his former Master Obi-wan. Vader had nearly lost three of his limbs fighting in that battle, he managed to parry Obi-wan's lightsaber, but had not managed to avoid the kick to his chest, which threw him down the ashy incline into the lava river of Mustafar. Vader had been burned by the fires of Mustafar, his clothing had caught the flames. What no one had expected was the survival of the young Sith, burns had covered his entire body. Palpatine had traveled with due haste to his apprentice's side, medical unit with him. Vader was burned, yet he lived! Palpatine had entered into the atmosphere surrounded Mustafar and had felt the presence of his Apprentice in incredible pain… but, he had also felt the Force. The Force itself had kept the man alive.

Luke had asked his father, once he had heard the story of his battle on Mustafar; why didn't Obi-wan feel your presence in the Force? Vader had replied, that grief and betrayal had blinded the mind of his former master… that the Force had blocked it from the Jedi for that time. The Force loved Vader. Whether as Anakin or Vader, the Force remained strong in him, it loved him. Luke knew it had to do with his Father being the 'Chosen One', but his Father refused to explain it further.

Luke watched the Jedi, staying long enough to know when and where Obi-wan and his father would be arriving on Coruscant. Once he had that information, Luke turned and silently vanished into the dark streets of Coruscant. He needed to find a place to rest and recover.