Summary: Padmé survives childbirth and goes into hiding with Obi-Wan and her twins. She hides on Tatooine, living with the Lars. She lives by a mantra to not be found, especially by him. ANH A/U.
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Prologue
"I have a son," Darth Vader said to himself. He stood in front of the view point in his private quarters. A star destroyer of his fleet sailed nearby.
"I have a daughter," he said. His hands clenched. The anger hadn't stopped boiling over in him. It continued to sear through him. The Dark Side of the Force heeded its call. It flooded into him, rejoicing at the ever growing darkness.
Padmé was alive.
Vader's hands clenched together stronger. He could feel the Dark Side pulsing through him and out of him. The durasteel floors and walls around him creaked and started to crack. Sparks flew from wirings on the wall.
SHE WAS ALIVE.
All this time Padmé, his wife, had been alive. Yet not only was she alive but also their child. No, children. He had children. Grown children.
Another burst of power rippled through the room.
Darth Vader's mind recalled the facts of the report he had been given. He was hunting down the pilot who shot down the Death Star. The one that had invaded him. The one that was strong in the force. Vader had employed a bounty hunter in attempts to bring the pilot in. He had failed. Yet not completely.
"Lars," the bounty hunter said. The pilot's name was Lars. "Yet he goes by the name Skywalker amongst the Rebels." The bounty hunter almost spat the name Skywalker out. Vader stayed quiet. The bounty hunter dismissed himself.
The anger he felt at the bounty hunter for failing to capture the boy had tripled at the name of Skywalker. How dare some pathetic rebel scum use his name? And then the rest of what of the hunter said came back to him. Lars? Vader's mind reeled recalling information long forgotten. Lars. Tatooine. His mother. Suddenly everything clicked.
Vader had sent out his own agents to hunt down the rest of the information he wanted. Finally the the report had been completed.
Mae Lars lived with her brother-in-law Owen Lars with her two twin children, Luke and Leia.
He scoffed at the name. Mae Lars? How dare she use that name? She would come to use her rightful name again, once she was by his side again. Once his whole family by his side again.
He couldn't contain his rage. Ripple after ripple trashed through the room. The thought of having his children stolen from him, raised never knowing their father. Worse still Obi-Wan Kenobi had been there.
A powerful ripple tore through the room. The lights flickered and finally died out. The only light came from space beyond the window.
How dare Kenobi be there with his children. If he could he would kill Kenobi again, slowly and painfully. He would do it a thousands times over. The man had not paid properly for his crimes. His death had been too easy. To turn his wife against him. To cause him to attack his wife. Then to steal her and his children away from him!
The Dark Side sang and welcomed the jealousy Vader felt. The betrayal. The anger. He hadn't felt these strong of emotions in years. The Dark Side soaked it up. Vader's connection the Force was stronger than ever. He was the most powerful being.
Yes he would get her back. She would be at his side. Along with his children. They would be at their rightful place in the galaxy.
"They will be mine," he said. It was his own mantra. "It will all be mine."