"Luke, please go to the Medic?" The Jedi Knight made no motion that he'd heard his sister's request. His body hurt too much- it was like his entire being was sore.

This had been a daily occurrence for the past month. Long body aches and periods of time where anything he'd try to eat just came up again.

"If you don't- I'll get Han and Chewie to drag you there. Sith Hells, I'll drag you there myself!"

Leia's voice continued on, barley pushing through the fog of Luke's mind. The pain sometimes equaled that of when his father amputated him. The pain gave him little respite, causing Luke to lose more and more of himself.

"Luke, please?"

He didn't want to go to the Medic because he never went. As a kid, Owen and Beru didn't have the money to take Luke to the Medic even when he was really sick.

This inability to go get medical care caused Luke to pretend he was fine-even when he wasn't in order to not make his family feel guilty for their monetary situation. Now, Luke just didn't have the energy to go.

"Kid, the Princess's right. This ain't healthy."

Using the Force, Luke told them he acquiesced to seeing a doctor but he wasn't sure he could move.

"Alright, I'll go get someone. Just no more telepathy."

Giving a small nod in response, Luke curled up under the extra blanket Leia placed on him. He had suddenly found his quarters within the Falcon to be too cold.

The Jedi didn't know what was wrong with him but he had a feeling a certain Sith Lord was the cause of it.

When the medic arrived, it was a short blue skinned being. They performed a number of tests but when they took some of Luke's blood, the Doctor appeared confused.

"Commander Skywalker, are you of the Naboo?"

Luke shrugged, he was sitting against Han who wore matching expressions of trepidation and stress with Leia.

"His Father was from Tatooine," Han explained "Luke doesn't know anything about his mom."

Luke felt a sudden and surprising rush of love for his friends for knowing and caring for him.

"Commander, do you give express consent to allow the Princess Leia Organa and General Han Solo to hear my diagnosis?"

Luke nodded, eyes drooping. He hoped this would be over soon.

"Then congratulations, Commander Skywalker. If I am correct in my diagnosis that your mother was of the Naboo than you are severely anemic and in the first trimester of pregnancy."

Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and Commander of Rogue, squadron gave up after that.

The Doctor, Eryns, prescribed vitamin supplements to help with the anemia and pregnancy- as well as grounding him from flights and missions until the baby was born. Male pregnancies for the Naboo were a very fragile process as the Male form wasn't meant to carry young and was a dying trait.

Within a few weeks, Luke was able to move around, getting some exercise and eating a lot better than he had before. Though, it wasn't perfect as the Rebellion was limited in what it could provide.

He gained a few odd looks as word went around that the hero of the rebellion was pregnant. Well, the rumor at least as no one save for those within the High Security Council or Rogue squadron would confirm or deny it.

"Didn't even know you were in a relationship, Commander." Wedge commented about two weeks after Luke learned he was pregnant. The rest of the Rogues were around them.

They had taken it upon themselves to be Luke's guards- not that he needed any. Or wouldn't have if his doctor hadn't threatened to tie him to a bed if Luke even barley over exerted himself.

As with all children within the Rebellion, they and their mothers were cherished.

Luke shrugged in response, quiet as with all questions of who the father was.

Some guessed it was Han Solo which was ridiculous as Han and Leia were deeply in love. So no, Han wasn't the father.

The Father didn't even know Luke's condition.

Vader was growing more and more anxious as Luke continuously blocked his mind from the Dark Lord. Every moment, it seemed to Luke, Vader would be throwing the dark side against Luke's mental barriers.

Desperate for the light of his dark life, as Vader often put it so eloquently. Luke really should have seen the kidnapping attempt coming.

Three assailants found Luke, Wedge, and Han at a nearby town purchasing some odds and ends for the Falcon.

As Wedge and Han argued once again over how it'd make more sense to just buy a new ship then waste more credits on the piece of junk Han, Chewie, Leia and Luke called home.

Luke was a few feet away then, looking over parts he might purchase for his X-wing when the Force shook. Danger. Without a second thought, Luke gave into it. Unclipping his saber and placing its released blade at the assailant's neck.

The sound of his emerald blade's activation caught his 2 bickering friends' attention who immediately aimed their blasters at the other two kidnappers.

"Let me guess, Inquisitors working for Darth Vader?" The 3 beings were dressed in all black, the leather of their outfits giving off a faint shine and the imperial insignia could be seen on their left arms.

The middle one, to whom Luke had his saber to the sickly pale skin of her neck had yellow eyes. As did her two companions.

"Jedi scum." She spat, before glancing down at Luke's belly which now sported a bit of a bump.

"I pray Lord Vader will allow me the honor to watch as he murders your bastard."

The accented voice would never speak again.

Fear flowed through Luke as the Inquisitor threatened his and Vader's child. Without thinking, something Luke would later regret, he allowed the fear to turn to anger.

The young Jedi rose his other hand and made a motion all beings who'd seen Darth Vader angry would recognize. Using the Force, Luke reached out and chocked the attempted kidnapper.

Her two male co-conspirators watched Luke almost in awe. While Han and Wedge watched in almost fear. They'd never seen such a look on their friend's face- and they never wanted to again.

When the woman's body collapsed against the dirt floor, Vader who was in a completely different sector at the moment threw his all against Luke's mental shields- demanding to know why Luke would no longer commune with him.

"Kriff off!" The expected mother/father shouted in reply to Vader pushing the anger from the inquisitor to his shields. It worked and Vader was gone.

Luke thought his heart would break as he felt Vader's presence retract.

He wanted his child's father desperately, the desire to leave the Rebellion in order to have his child in relative safety increased daily.

"Luke? Kid, you good?" Han's voice brought Luke back to the present.

"What should we do with them?" Wedge asked, the two remaining males had their hands at the ready, almost as if they were trying to decide if it was worth it to try and attack Luke again.

"They won't give up anything up about their Lord." That was that, two clear blaster shots to the head and the rebellion had two last problems.

A few cycles later, when the small bump had swelled into something quite a bit bigger, Luke made a request of his closest friends.

"I need to make contact with the Father."

The other occupants, the close friends he had made in the Rebellion were present, grew almost excited. Up until now Luke had been hesitant to talk about the baby's father.

"Alright, is he in the Rebellion?"

"Don't you think if he were, we woulda known Princess?"

Before his two closest friends could start their bickering, Luke confirmed that the father was not within the Alliance nor a normal citizen.

As expected the realization of what side the father was on resulted in varying looks of horror.

"He's an imperial?!"

Thankfully, not even Lando asked if Luke had given material considered sensitive to the Alliance. At least they trusted him that much.

"I never brought him to one of our bases or anything. The Force would have told me if I were being tracked." Luke quickly explained, hoping it would dissolve Leia's expression of absolute disdain.

"So, who is it? Somebody with a high rank?"

"Um, you could say that. I just need to send him a message that won't be intercepted by either side."

Luke's pregnancy was probably the best kept secret of the Alliance- no one outside the Rogue Squadron, the High Security council and the Falcon's occupants knew.

For everyone else, the idea that the hero of the rebellion was pregnant stayed within the realm of rumor. Luke had become incredibly skilled at not only hiding from crowds but hiding his child as well.

"So why don't you telepathically do it?"

Luke placed a hand on his raised tummy, unable to look at anything but the ground.

"I'm afraid of what he'll do. Obviously, they'll be force sensitive and I'm afraid he'll- "The Jedi hated how his voice cracked.

He was supposed to be strong, the symbol of peace and tranquility as a Jedi should be but before he knew it Leia was next to him holding him in a tight hug.

"I may not be happy with your choice of lover but I promise you no one will take your child from you."

He simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"That being said, the poor bastard does deserve to know he got you pregnant." Lando commented.
Han gave him a cocked brow in response.

"What? He's gotta pay child-support." The words earned a laugh from Luke and a small smile from Leia.

"Alright, Luke what do we need to do?"

It took many days for the plan to come to fruition, including a day for Luke in a hidden workshop within the Falcon to build a small untraceable holoprojector which would only play its specific message for Darth Vader.

The creation of the small device had been a challenge for Luke not because it was hard to make, Luke was good at fixing things. It was because of Luke's situation, raging emotions, body aches and food cravings.

By the time Luke finished it, Leia had acquired the access codes and uniform for Wedge to get aboard the Executor and plant the holo.

Needless to say, they couldn't understand why Luke had given himself to a man who'd taken his hand but judging by Luke's swollen belly it was too late to comment on.

The holo was placed within Vader's chambers- there was no going back.

Vader knew immediately that the small rounded object which hadn't been there before would answer the question of what happened to Luke, his son and his lover.

Taking the small thin flimsy into his hydro chamber, Vader forced himself to wait for the top to close and his entire helm to be removed before accessing the message.

Finally, he pressed his thumb to the top, causing a hologram to appear. Small, but clearly the shape of his son.

"Confirm your identity, please." Vader felt a quick swell of anger, he knew the name 'Darth Vader' would not be accepted.

What could have caused Luke to use such secrecy?

"Anakin Skywalker."

The form flickered again, showing his son once more but with an enlarged center. He almost appeared pregnant.

Oh, by the force. How could he have forgotten?

"Father." Luke did not speak standard. It was jovian- the tongue of slaves and it was a language of secrecy. Vader wondered who taught it to Luke as it was mostly a dead language.

"As you can see, I'm pregnant. It's yours. I did not know this was possible. I assume you did not either. I will be waiting on the planet Naboo in a place called Varykino. If you want to be a part of this child's life, then you'll meet us there. But know I will not be separated from his child. You, nor anyone else, will be taking this baby from me."

Vader distinctly heard his son's voice crack. Even with their bond blocked, Vader could feel the fear within his son. Fear that Vader would not accept him or the life that grew within him.

"Foolish Jedi." His little Jedi. Luke was his, as well the life that grew within him.

Darth Vader watched the hologram for a moment more before beginning to plan.

Leia was quite possibly Luke's favorite person at the moment. She'd been able to get a hold of an old friend from Naboo, Rooja Naberrie, who set Luke up with a home far from others who may not have Luke or his child's best interest at heart.

Ms. Naberrie had also set up a med-droid to help make sure Luke stayed healthy.

He had his friends make a kind of schedule to ensure Luke wasn't alone during this stressful time but that it wouldn't also take away from their rebellion duties. Luke, now half way through his second trimester, was no longer allowed to work until the baby was born.

"There's no need to exert yourself more than needed." Leia explained, though her words were kind Luke could almost hear the additional "And the Father is a mass murdering Dark Lord, you're already too stressed."

After Luke settled in, he and Han were discussing the pros and cons of various ships. Luke was interested in getting something bigger than an X-wing which could fit his child and make a speedy getaway.

He wanted to be able to run, be it from the Emperor or, force forbid, his Father.

They were finishing up breakfast, the two sitting out on a veranda that gave a lovely view of the lake which the house sat against. When Luke felt a ripple in the Force. Danger, but he couldn't feel the familiar wave of cold that signaled his Father's presence. He couldn't decide if that was good or bad.

"Kid! Duck!" Giving a quick thank you to Yoda, Luke maneuvered himself and Han so they were hidden behind the now flipped over table.

His heart beating wildly, Luke asked who the sithhells had shot at them.

Han's eyes were wide; like he had seen a ghost.

"Uh, Boba Fett?"

"What?" Luke distinctly remembered Han and Lando proudly telling them about Fett's fall into the Sarlaac Pit?

"The same Boba Fett you told me you killed?" Han shrugged.

"You push a guy into a monster pit, how am I supposed to know he didn't die?" Luke let out an exasperated sigh. He really could not risk a fight right now.

"How far is the Falcon?"

Han shook his head, pointing back to the bounty hunter.

"We'd have to get past Mr. Friendly, and I doubt your baby daddy is gonna show up."

He was right, while Vader was on his way it would be another 2 standard days at least before he got here.

"Get out here, Skywalker!"

Luke and Han glanced at one another, both surprised. Fett had never liked Solo and since it was Solo who'd had a hand in getting Fett in the pit they had assumed it was Han Fett had come for. But apparently Fett blamed Luke for that little adventure.

"We don't need to fight Fett, you can leave now and still survive."

The duo heard a thump, Fett had likely used his jet pack to get closer. Sithshit.

Luke felt a sting of fear grow within him to a wave. He was afraid for the child within him, that he'd gotten this far for only a pathetic bounty hunter to take it all.

Not realizing it, Luke's soul dived deep within the Force, where the light did not and could not touch.

Standing, Luke allowed the darkness to cover himself like a shield before throwing it at Fett who had dropped to the edge of the Verdana.

"You made a mistake, Fett." The Jedi Knight barley recognized his own voice- it was full of so much hate.

Hate and anger.

Raising a hand up, Luke reached out with the dark and chocked the remaining life out of the Mandalorian. He wasn't fast enough.

"Luke!" Han's shout brought Luke back, as did something wet. Wet and warm that was trickling from him. With no small amount of fear, Luke looked down at the loose tan pants he was wearing, its color slowly turning red.

"Han?" Sticking out of Luke's lower abdomen was a dart.

Luke did not feel the physical pain as the poison worked through his body instead as he felt the life of his child dwindle, the Jedi felt his heart die.

For any force sensitive, even one on the opposite side of the galaxy, felt the pain of Luke Skywalker as the child he would never raise vanished.

When Darth Vader arrived on Naboo, it took every ounce of patience he did not have to not choke the smuggler who blocked his way.

"We need to talk first."

"Your words do not concern me smuggler." Captain Solo glared at the machine who had put him in carbonite.

"Well too bad, there's stuff you need to know."

"Luke can- "

Han interrupted him, Vader was more shocked than anything else which gave Han the chance to continue.

"Luke lost the- "oddly, the smuggler could not continue.

"He lost the child."

Han nodded, too wrapped in his sorrow for Luke to be surprised that Vader hadn't killed him.

"How?"

"Friend of yours, Boba Fett shot him with some kind of poison dart but Luke thinks it's got something to do with the Force."

While Vader would love to do nothing more than torture the smuggler until he was certain all the information from Solo had been obtained he did not. Even through their shared sorrow, Vader knew there was nothing else to be gathered from Han Solo.

Fett was going to die; his son's desire be damned. It would be the equivalent of Vader's burning on Mustafar.

"You can go see him now, he's in the back bedroom."

"I know the diameters of this house." Vader snapped back, his kindness at its end.

Later, he would learn how Luke found Padme's home when Luke didn't even know her name. Leaving Solo, Vader strode into the house into the back through the open hallways to the master bedroom.

From the doorway, Vader could clearly see his son on the bed now decked out with multiple blankets likely for his son's comfort.

Next to him was the princess whose arms were wrapped around Luke. She spoke softly to him, telling him various stories of the old republic in attempt to distract him.

When the Sith Lord entered the room, Organa looked up and Luke tensed.

Ignoring Organa's glare that for some reason reminded Vader of Padme. Vader opened his arms well aware that Luke would likely fling himself into his Father's arms, which Luke did.

"I'm sorry, I tried not to be." Luke rambled on for a moment as Vader stroked back Luke's golden locks.

The shine was odd and despite his leather gloves, Vader knew the hair wasn't clean. Actually, Luke looked terrible. A clear reflection of his inner turmoil.

"You did nothing wrong, my angel. I promise you: nothing."

Organa continued to watch them for a moment before deciding that at least for the moment, she could leave Luke in his presence.

Going to the bed, Vader closed the door with a nudge of the force. When the door was definitely closed and locked, Vader tried to keep Luke comforted while removing his cloak, helmet and the metal bits of his armor.

When most of it was on the floor, Luke was mostly better but still attached to him. Not that Vader could blame him.

In front of others, Luke kept up the appearance of the Jedi Knight, hero of the rebellion. He kept up the image of who the others, sometimes his friends included, perceived him to be.

Not with Vader though, not with his Father.

Luke could fall apart, knowing Vader would never think less of him.

"I promise my little Jedi; this sorrow will pass." The Sith lord's anger was still coming in waves but not with this Jedi Knight. He never enjoyed seeing Vader's anger.

"I used the dark side! It's my fault that- "Luke hiccuped, tears forming at his pale blue eyes.

"Luke, are you sure?"

Against his chest, Vader felt Luke nod. While he didn't want to admit it, Vader knew that any force sensitive who used the dark side when pregnant ran the chance of losing the child. Depending on their strength with the force.

As a Skywalker, there wasn't a chance for Luke.

"My angel, if you ever decide we should try again I will be there to protect you so there will be no chance you'll be afraid enough to use the darkside. I will always protect you."

Vader's child curled into him, the two fitting better than he and Padme over did.

They laid quietly for a moment, gently nudging Luke with his mind Vader asked his son why Luke hadn't just told him.

"I was afraid you would disown me."

'Foolish little Jedi' Vader replied, taking one of Luke's hands in his own.

'You will always belong to me and with me.'