In the Heat of Battle
A 'Born in Fire, Die in Fire' one-shot
Darth Vader.
Anakin Skywalker.
Darth Vader.
Anakin Skywalker.
Darth Vader
/Anakin!/ Somehow I hear his voice though out shattered bond. And I know I can't fail him again, so I let the lighting take me.
It hurts. So much more than before. The frying electrical circuits send extra jolt of electricity in my limbs, my chest, my head, every few seconds. But it's worth it.
/Obi-Wan, I'm sorry I didn't listen./
/Mother, I'm sorry I couldn't save you./
/Padme⦠I love you./
Finally, I reach out to the shallow bond between my son and me.
/Luke./
/Father./ he replies. Joy fills me, spilling into the Force. My son, oh, my son.
/Help me take this mask off, so I may see you with my own eyes./
And I lay there, sheltered by my son, Luke. Luke Skywalker. Luke Amidala.
/Luke./ I reach one last time.
/Yes Father?/
/Leave me, son. Save your friends./
/No!/
/It is only what I deserve. Please, leave. I do not deserve your kindness./
/But I want to take you back, please!/
/What is born in fire must die in fire, my son. Including the Sith./
/But-/
/Leave!/ I use the last of my strength and pour it into the Force suggestion.
He leaves, and I am free. As the Death Star explodes, becoming its name, I let the feelings of joy from across the galaxy at its destruction fill me. I am free. And a Jedi once more.
A/N: At the end of ROTJ, a slight AU, but I really enjoyed writing it. I hope Anakin wasn't too OOC, but I was going for 'the grieving old man' so to speak. ~SC
