"He has my eyes."
"Yeah, but he's got my build."
"My hair."
"My lips."
"Your lips." Sadow agreed, smiling as he leaned in and planted a kiss softly on Revan's mouth. They were watching their son as he slept in the room prepared on the Star Forge for him. He looked peaceful when he slept, a pale angel in a room of Darkness. He was a bright white light in the Force, a light that now had a tinge of Darkness in its core. Even as they watched, the Light dimmed and Darkness took over a little more.
"As he sleeps, he realizes that he is our child. He will pledge himself to us willingly soon enough."
"Looking good in black is from me." Sadow put in, smirking at his lover.
"And I don't look good in black?"
"You don't look good. You look…delicious." Sadow kissed her gently, then jerked his head in the direction of their quarters. Revan smiled, nodded, and moved out of the door in silence. Sadow, with one last glance at the son he had finally found, turned and followed.
Some time later, Luke awoke in darkness. He was completely disoriented, and, without knowing, sent waves of fear and panic through the Force. Almost instantly, Sadow and Revan appeared in his doorway. Sadow had a loose pair of trousers on, leaving his chest bare, while Revan appeared barely clad in a bathrobe.
"Luke? What's the matter? You were sending so much fear to us we thought you were being kidnapped." Revan's voice was heavy with concern.
"I…" Luke trailed off as memories began to hit him. The Star Forge. The talking Star Forge. Sadow showing him how to shield. His temper tantrum. And then… "Oh Force."
His father came closer and sat on the edge of the bed, near his right hand. Slowly, Sadow reached out and gently tucked a strand of Luke's hair behind his ear. "What is it?"
"Tell me…Tell me it's not true." Luke whispered, a look in his eyes like a caged animal, desperate for reassurance. "Tell me I'm not…. Please, just…. I can't be… You can't be… Just… Tell me it's a lie."
Sadow's hand retracted, a look of pain on his face. "I can't. Please, son, you have to understand."
"No! I'm not… not your son. You…you're mistaken. You're wrong." Luke doubled over, clutching at his head and sobbing. "You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong."
Sadow gently sat on the bed and pulled Luke's sniveling form close to his chest. Luke was slender enough to fit on his lap, curled into a ball. Sadow hugged Luke's body close, letting the boy rest his head on his chest. Gently, he began to stroke Luke's hair, rocking back and forth in a soothing motion. Even after Luke's tears had subsided, he held the boy like that, stroking his hair and calming him. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay, Luke. You're here now. I love you, you know that."
Revan sat on the other end of the bed, and placed her soft, cool hand under Luke's damp chin, gently making him look at her. "We both love you, Luke."
Luke could see it in her eyes and sense it through the Force. She was telling the truth. He took a deep breath. "I… I know. I just… For my entire life, my father was a pilot. A simple pilot on a freighter during the Clone Wars. Two days ago, I find out my father was a Jedi, a student of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Then my uncle and aunt, the only family I had, were killed by Imperials. Then Ben died. And now, I find out that not only are both my father and mother alive, they rule the galaxy. How am I supposed to react?"
Sadow and Revan exchanged glances.
What do I say?
I don't know, you've spent more time with him. He trusts you. Just say something father-like.
That helps a lot, Rev, thanks.
Any time, love.
Sadow sighed. "Listen, I know you're a little disappointed. But you have to understand; everything I said to you was true. We didn't know if you were still alive. We've been searching for you ever since Kenobi stole you from us. Please, Luke, just give us a chance."
Luke took a deep breath. "Well… You haven't exactly killed anyone in front of me, except for Ben. And I guess I can understand why you hated him. So… I'm willing to give this a try… If you are."
Sadow smiled, relieved. "Then go back to sleep, son. Tomorrow, we begin your training."
"Tra…Training?" Luke yawned, as his eyes began to close.
"We'll make a Sith out of you yet." Sadow whispered to the almost unconscious boy.
"Mkay, Dad, whatever you say." And then he was gone.
