Leia became even more indignant and demanded, "Just what the hell do think you are doing?"

"Can't you guess? Don't worry you'll figure it out soon enough." Leia cried out as she felt a sharp whack strike her bottom.

"I don't believe this! You aren't allowed to spank me, Lord Vader. I am not going to tolerate this from you." Leia fought and no matter what she did, the lesson continued. Han and Luke laughed from the kitchen, "Damn that old man is strict."

Leia continued to try to get up, to bite, to kick, to fight but it was futile. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. "You are such a sick bully! I don't believe this! Let me go!"

Once Leia was sobbing incoherently, Lord Skywalker released her. She stood on her feet and gathered up her resolve and started to raise her hand to slap him again.

"Please don't milady. You certainly don't want to make me angry do you?" Lord Skywalker glared at his daughter with fierce yellow/red eyes. Leia lowered her hand, "You will regret laying a hand on me."

"How do you figure, princess?" Lord Skywalker inquired as he leaned back relaxed.

Leia glared at him as he spoke, "You are very defiant and not incredibly wise to keep challenging me like you do."

"What are you going to do about it, Lord Vader?"

"Are sure you really want to continue this challenge? Why not allow your backside to heal first and then come back and try reinserting your dominance then. I would really hate to have to hurt you."

"It's too late for that, you son of a b. . ." Leia's vocal cords were seemingly frozen.

"You can insult me for an entire millennium, but you will not insult my mother, ever." Lord Skywalker's eyes flashed with vengeance.

Leia lifted her small foot and kicked Lord Skywalker in the shin as hard as she could. "You have really enraged me now, Leia Amidala Skywalker." Lord Skywalker grabbed Leia's arm and escorted her into the house.

"Luke, do you have a bedroom for my princess?"

"Yes."

Leia tried screaming andfighting but her hands were immobilized by an invisible line.

"Stay." Lord Skywalker put a block around the window and the door was locked.

Leia tried the door desperately she was kicking it and beating on the hard wood door with her fists. Lord Skywalker stormed out of the house to the garage where a seemingly broken speeder lay, the transmission was in disarray and there were parts scattered in the garage. As both a Jedi and a Sith, fixing and repairing things had always soothed him. After removing his cloak and rolling up his sleeves he started cleaning and organizing tools, parts, lubricants and other miscellaneous objects.

Anne finished meditating and touched her father's bond and he was concentrating hard on something. "Help Luke and Mara, young one, I am busy."

"Yes father."

Mara was cutting fresh ingredients for the salad when Anne walked into the kitchen, "Dad says I should help you." Anne smiled mischievously.

"Set the table, is Leia going to be joining us?" Mara laughed.

"Doubt it, Lord Vader must have really laid into her." Han laughed.

"She's not thinking; she's still being stubborn, Han. Please help her."

"I tried to warn Leia, I really did but she wouldn't listen."

Leia lay on her bed after exhausting herself and trying to escape; she took a long cooling shower and gently sat on the stool in front of the vanity and started to braid her hair. She lay on her stomach allowing the cool breeze from the fan ease the pain in her behind. She heard a soft knock on her door, "The door is locked from the outside, and I cannot let you in." Leia replied.

"Are you dressed?"

"Yes, come in." Leia indignantly replied as she recognized the voice.

"Are you hungry?" Lord Skywalker asked as he set the tray on the table.

"No go to hell."

"Now, now, Princess, play nice."

"Why should I? You have humiliated me. Treating me like a school girl."

"Well if you wouldn't act like one, then maybe juvenile punishments wouldn't be necessary."

"For the record, I am not your princess or your daughter, Lord Vader. Now leave me be."

"Sometimes the truth can hurt or be difficult to accept. I will leave you for now, but you and I are more alike than you think."

Princess Leia watched as Lord Vader left the room, softly closing the door behind him. She picked up a vase of flowers that adorned the tray and threw them at the door yelling, "You Sith slave bastard!"

The door suddenly burst open and a fierce, infuriating expression graced Lord Skywalker's face. Very slowly and menacing he approached the Princess who was currently back pedaling the fear incredibly palatable in the air.

"What did you call me?" the exasperating tone was very clear. His body language expressed not only anger but deep hurt.

Leia felt very cold, started to shiver she gathered her blanket to herself.

"Did you call me a Sith slave bastard? Did I hear you correctly?"

"I certainly didn't call you 'daddy', Lord Vader." Leia sarcastically replied.

Leia noted how he crossed his arms and continued to glare at her. Most people would wisely and slowly back down from the intimidating expression on Lord Skywalker's face. However, Leia was not one to back down easily he was discovering. The temperatures in the room plummeted; still Leia would not back down. It was the battle of wills and the entire house could feel the tension, even Han who is not Force-sensitive could feel the uneasiness.

"I feel your fear, anger and hatred, Princess. The dark side is swirling around you trying to get a solid hold on you. You call me a Sith slave, you are right at one time I was; it is only due to Anne's and Luke's faith in me that I was set free. Your hatred of me will only destroy you it will take a bit of time, but it will happen. You do not have to forgive me or even want to have anything to do with me and I will accept this. But you must let go of your hate before you become enslaved yourself. If Darth Sidious had felt this much anger and hate in you, there would be no going back, you would have become his slave. I'll leave you to think about this."

Leia watched as Lord Skywalker left the room, leaving it unlocked. Leia slowly realized that he was right, he had first hand experience of the dark side and she could tell that it left him marked.

Dinner was a silent affair, everyone was wary of saying anything at the dinner table, after eating, everyone left the table and Anne volunteered to help Mara in the kitchen. Lord Skywalker started a fire and slowly watched as the flames dancing around the logs. After taking hot bath, Anne dressed in her father's black silk shirt and went downstairs. "Father, can you come and tuck me into bed?" Lord Skywalker turned around and saw his youngest daughter wearing one of his black silk shirts and his long ebony cloak was trailing behind her. Anne gently smiled as he gathered her up into his arms. She kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, father."

"And I you, young one."

Anne was settled into bed and Anakin wiped a tendril of long blonde hair out of her face and peered into her dark blue eyes. "Sometimes you wish you could have tucked Luke and Leia into bed, don't you?"

"Yes, I do; but wishing doesn't make it so, young one. Sweet dreams, Anne."

Anakin returned to the living room poking the fire and adding another log. Leia entered the living room and saw something very odd and she even felt the strong feelings radiating from Lord Skywalker. It was a great deal of sadness; she saw the glistening of his tears. The room felt warm and the fire mesmerized Leia until she found herself sitting on the floor next to Lord Skywalker, she seethed a little bit and found an odd smile gracing Lord Skywalker's face. Before she could figure out what was going on, he had placed his hands on her head as warm feeling of healing flowed through her and she felt better.

"Thank you, milord."

"You're welcome, I'm sorry I'm a bit rusty on using healing techniques. The passive side of the Force was never my strongest abilities even when I was a Jedi."

"Milord, what happened to my mother and why did you turn?"

"Are you sure you want the answers to those questions?"

"Yes."

Anakin looked into Leia's eyes and found that she indeed wanted to understand so she could maybe someday forgive him.

Author's Note:Thanks for all the kind reviews. I'm glad you are enjoying this tale. As always Star Wars doesn't belong to me, I'm merely playing in George Lucas' galaxy.—Darth Gladiator45.