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A/N: I'm sorry for the shotness of the chapter, but I Promise the next one is longer, and I'll post it as soon as I can.

Chapter 3

"Anakin, help me, please!" she begged, her scream was like a dagger, plunged deep in to his heart. Suddenly her figure contorted and was replaced by the image of a little girl.The little girl was lying withered upon a black marble floor, blue lightning engulfing her tiny body, then she cried out, "Daddy, help me!"

"Padmé!" Vader's eyes shot open, gone were the vile yellow and red eyes of the sith, in their place was a pair of frantic blue eyes. He was panting, sweat was beading on his brow and his heart was pounding in his chest as though he had been performing Katas the whole time. It's not possible. It can't be. "Can it?" he wondered aloud as he looked out the window to see that the sun was beginning its decent behind the mountains. Could Padmé have given birth before she died? Was their child out there somewhere? Just the thought that his child, his little girl, could be out there somewhere, waiting for him to find her, ignited a spark of hope, of love in his cold, empty heart.

The sound of the door chime snapped Vader from his thoughts, with a growl of anger for thinking of such things, he donned his mask and cloak, and his eyes returned to their evil yellow. He opened the door to find one of the Queen's attendants standing there, her face hidden beneath her veil.

"Their Majesties are waiting for you in their private dinning hall. This way," she said, with a slight motion of her hand.

"Very well," Vader nodded as he followed the young woman, Sari, if his memory served him correctly and he was certain it did.

Bail and Breha sat at the table-the Queen at the head and the Prince Consort to her left- in the private dinning hall which was very small in comparison to their formal dinning hall.

"What are we going to do when Vader discovers Leia?" Breha asked fearfully.

"We can only hope he doesn't find out who she is," Bail replied.

Breha shook her head. "She's force sensitive, Bail, and we both know it. She's already showing the signs of it, the dreams about Padmé, the way she feels our emotions. It won't matter if Vader finds out who she is; he'll still kill her or take her to Palpatine, just because she's using the force. It won't even matter that she's just an innocent child, who as no idea what she's doing." Breha said. "We can't protect her form him," she added sadly, answering her own question.

Bail lowered his head. "I know, Breha, but we have to try," he said as the door slid open to reveal Sari, followed by Vader.

Bail and Breha stood as Vader entered the hall. "Lord Vader," Breha said indicating the seat at the opposite end of the table. "Please."

Vader took his seat, never taking his eyes off Bail and Breha.

"Tell me, Organa," Vader began coldly, eyes fixed on Bail. "Where is Kenobi?"

"So that's what this is about," Bail said, hardly surprised.

"Partly," Vader replied, his flame colored eyes boring into the Organas. "Now, tell where he is."

Bail squared his shoulders, sitting up as straight as possible. "I wouldn't tell you even if-"

Vader pointed a gloved finger at Bail. "There is nothing I would like more then to kill you now, but I can't until you give me the information I need. Nor do I wish to anger the Emperor," he paused crossing his arms of his chest and tilting his head thoughtfully. "Perhaps, the best way to persuade you is through...your child."

Bail stiffened and averted his gaze, but said nothing.

Breha's formal demeanor fell away all most immediately. "No!" she exclaimed. "Please, don't hurt her!"

Vader turned his piercing gaze on Breha. "Then tell me what I want to know," he growled.

"He-he's in the outer rim," she stuttered, her eyes wide with fear.

Vader smiled darkly beneath his mask. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" he said mockingly as he turned to Bail once more. "Which system is he in?"

Bail stared defiantly at the Dark Lord, but as he opened his mouth to speak, two servants entered the hall carrying trays.

They served the Queen and Prince-Consort first, the moved to serve Vader.

However, Vader held up a hand in a gesture of decline and rose to his full height. "We will finish this tomorrow," he said.

"As you wish," Bail replied, then to the servants he said, "have the meal sent to Lord Vader's quarters."

Vader gave a slight nod of his head as he made his way from the hall.

TBC...

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