This one's a little longer than the previous. Number 3 should be much longer. I'm halfway through with it. Expect it up tomorrow sometime.
The door to her cell slid open, and the dark, menacing figure lowered his head and stepped in. Princess Leia was curled on the steel slab that served as a cot, her back to the door. She could feel the man's presence, however, and hear the harsh, mechanized breathing.
"Please go away. I'd really like to be alone right now."
The breathing stopped, but she knew he was still there.
"Leia, darling, please, look at me." She didn't move. "Please."
She couldn't bear to hear the pain in his voice, his real voice. She turned and sat up, facing her father. The mask and helmet were tucked under his arm, his blond hair tousled by his disguise, his blue eyes troubled.
"Leia, I…"
"How could you?"
"I didn't want that to happen! I tried to stop Tarkin, I tried to tell him it was useless, but he wouldn't listen!"
"Who are you, anyway?"
He was stunned by the question, and unsure of how to answer it.
"What do you mean by that, Leia?"
She shook her head and turned away. "How much longer is this charade going to continue? What's more important to you now?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned back to him. "Are you Anakin, or are you Vader?"
She expected him to be angry, to tell her that it wasn't that simple, or lecture her on the importance of his roll, like he had so many times before. Instead, he removed his gloves and set them down on the slab with the mask and helmet. He took Leia's face into his hands and brushed away her tears with his thumbs.
"I'm your father, Leia. Always."
He kissed her softly on the forehead, and without another word he put on his disguise and left.