CHAPTER 2
A/N: Set in the Darth Vader Comic when he first learns Luke's last name.
"Skywalker," the glass in the star destroyer shattered, scattering the stars around him into a trillion lights, the pressure from the gas inside the ship and support structure was the only thing keeping it in place. The door shut behind him with a snap-hiss.
He lied, was all Darth Vader could think, he felt blood rush to his ears. Palpatine lied to me. He lied to me about Padme, about our child. He squeezed his prosthetic hand tighter. The force churned around him, boiling, pulling him further into his own dark musings. He couldn't remember being this angry since Mustafar all those years ago. Obi-Wan stole him from me, he thought his breaths increasing. He stole my wife and my child from me, and Palpatine lied to me. The cracks spread further. He lied about my angel, he lied that she was completely gone and Obi-Wan Stole that from me. His mind was scorching, but a small, an infinitesimally small part reeled.
A part he never fully extinguished. Anakin. He thought, he hated that he couldn't extinguish this one part of him.
The young man in him was relieved that it was at least Obi-Wan that took his child, Padme's child, the last breathing untainted part of her, away. He saved him, he saved some part of her, of Padme, our Angel. Some part of her lives on. It made him simultaneously disgusted and relieved, he even trained him for us. Some of her light lives on.That brought him to his knees, tears stung his eyes, and Anakin's hope almost won.
He stole them away. He replied firmly, but even that didn't stop the churning in his gut.
Darth Vader steeled himself, banished the traitorous thoughts to the back of his mind, locked them in a box, and cast it into the deepest parts of himself behind durasteel shields. Palpatine could not know what he was thinking.
One last thought slipped through, he could have lied about the number of children as well. It made his black-clad form still.
No, Skywalker is our son, we never had a daughter she was a fantasy, he thought. A cold rage settled over him as he stood up. Palpatine will pay.
He steeled himself as the part of him that was still human wept as it burned.