Vader glanced into his son's bedroom one final time to see Luke curled up like a small child under the thick sheets of his bed, his hand curled into a tight fist under his chin and a confused stricken look on his face while he slept. The older man shifted his weight onto the doorframe as he allowed his head to loll backwards. He most definitely shouldn't have snapped at Luke the way he did nor should he have grabbed him like some form of rag doll but the boy knew how to press his father's buttons; but it'd be worth it when he had his son at his side as they ruled the galaxy together, the only thing that stood in Vader's way was the sickish feeling Luke with bright yellow eyes gave him. Running a hand through his hair Vader used the force to dim the lamp before leaving for his meditation chamber.

"Look Ani I think he might be waking up a little" Luke heard a woman's voice. Predicting to see Dr. Kelvin or a female imperial Luke opened his eyes, expecting to see the grey ceiling of his room on the Executor. Confusion rushed through his body as he saw a white ceiling and two heads watching over him. One of them was easily recognisable as his father with a few small differences; he seemed a little younger, less lines on his face, darker blond hair and his eyes were a vibrant blue, not a distasteful yellow. Next to him was a woman who reminded him so much of Leia it made him feel slightly sick, but she also reminded him quite a lot of Carrie, the woman who had treated him a mere day before hand; she had curly brown hair that looked lighter then a cloud and chocolate brown eyes to match. The woman leant down and rubbed his cheek with a tender hand, smiling as she noticed his blue eyes peering up at her.

"Good morning baby" she smiled, tracing her across his face, stopping at the tip of his nose. Luke attempted to reply but his throat didn't seem to want to cooperate as all that escaped was a whine; an oddly high-pitched whine too. "Every time I see you, my little angel, I realise how much you look like your daddy, so handsome" Luke grimaced as a wave of uncomfortableness washed over him, he didn't like the way the woman spoke to him, or the words leaving her mouth. Although he did look a lot like his father he had never even imagined referring to the man as 'daddy'.

"He has his mommy's nose and her skinny little body, not to mention her curly hair" his father spoke, Luke couldn't wrap his head around why his father's eyes were all of a sudden blue. He preferred them blue for sure but it still didn't make much sense.

"Right now maybe, but it'll get straight within time, much like yours" the woman spoke again; shifting her vision from Luke to 'Vader', caressing the boy's cheek. Luke couldn't understand why they were acting as if they were speaking to a very very young child, making his stomach topple with embarrassment.

"Hmm maybe he will"

"Well we'll have to wait and see when he gets a bit older, but he's only little right now, we don't need to worry about that" the brunette once again smiled, running a hand over Luke's stomach. Tears welled up in the young jedis eyes as his vision cascaded over his stomach, only noticing just then his white clad body was absolutely minuscule. His stomach was flat yet had a little baby fat remaining, his legs looked like small pale sticks against the dark blue bed sheet he was lying on.

"Don't cry my angel" the woman gasped, finally noticing the tears on the boy's face. She reached out a hand and began to wipe them away, only for Luke to take a hold of one of her brown curls.

"Don't worry Padme, he's just woken up from a nap. He's bound to be a little cranky" the Anakin imposter chuckled, raising an eyebrow and his wife let out a little yelp when Luke tugged sharply on her hair.

"And I thought you'd grown out of that stage Lulu" once again Luke grimaced at the name, his Aunt Beru use to call him that until Fixer began to tease him and he made her stop, it was her name for him that nobody else was allowed to call him.

"What can I say? Takes after his father with his curious nature" 'Vader' chuckled, wrapping an arm around the woman's waist and scooping Luke up with the other. "How has it been three years since this beautiful miracle was brought into our lives?"

"It feels like it was only yesterday when we'd be trying to sleep soundly and I'd wake up to hear screaming from that cradle" the brunette sighed, pulling her hands through the wispy blond hair on Luke's head. He knew it couldn't be real, it didn't make any sense to the boy at all.

"And you'd kick me to deal with him" his father chuckled.

"I did, I carried him for 9 months and then gave birth to him, so the least you could've done was feed him and let me sleep" Luke once again attempted to speak, but his voice came out in a high pitched giggle. "What's so funny my little one?" Luke just stared at her, staring into her brown eyes as if they'd open up and help him understand what was going on. "Why don't we go and see Uncle Obi-Wan? I think that's a good idea"

"Ben?" He finally managed to squeeze out a word, his voice squeaky and toddler like.

"Yes uncle Ben" The Anakin imposter smiled, standing and helping Luke and the woman through a door. Luke scrunched up his eyes as he felt the need to cough when he suddenly felt like he was falling, as if the woman's arms had dropped him and he had been tossed into darkness.

He opened up his eyes once again with a small sniffle and watched as his old home back on the moisture farm began to come into focus. He was in his bedroom with his aunt and uncle standing in front of him. It would've brought tears to his eyes at the look of his old guardians and his old room if he wasn't crying already.

"You have one more chance to tell the truth boy, did or did you not put that screwdriver under the couch?" His uncle asked harshly, pointing the tool in his face. Now this Luke could remember. He had found a lost tool under the couch at the age of 6 and had been accused of putting it there for attention.

"No uncle Owen! I promise I didn't, I just knew it was there somehow" he begged, the tears slipping down his face.

"Come Owen, let's give him some time to calm down and then maybe the truth will come out" his Aunt smiled sympathetically; grabbing his uncles arm gently.

Luke remembered his aunt almost always sided with him when it came to arguments with his uncle, but he knew this time she didn't believe him either. They had both thought Luke had hidden it beforehand. The tears began to blur his vision once more as he attempted to blink them away.

"Auntie Beru I promise I didn't do it! I'm sorry, please don't go!"

Luke angrily rubbed his eyes with balled fists, allowing his vision to return. He made himself aware and found his body sat on his bed in his bunk on the falcon, Han beside him with an arm around his quivering shoulders.

"C'mon kid don't cry, I promise it was just a dream and nothing will happen" he soothed, rubbing a hand up and down Luke's back calmingly. He could also remember the situation playing, it had been the night after Yavin and Luke was beginning to feel the guilt of killing over 10 million people.

"B-but I killed all those people!" He sobbed into his best friend's shoulder. Han rested his chin on top of Luke's head and gave him a friendly squeeze.

"It'll be okay, you had to do it otherwise think about how many people would've been killed because of that Death Star, you're a hero Luke"

"I'm a monster" he whimpered.

"You? A monster? Kiddo you couldn't make a baby cry, heck you're still a baby yourself" Han teased, attempting to cheer Luke up slightly.

"I'm not a baby" he chuckled, elbowing Han in the ribs. Following the lack of response Luke turned to face Han but wasn't met with his best friend, he was staring at the wall of a medbay, and the temperature dropped down to freezing.

"Hello there little commander" he heard Wedge's cheery voice call as he entered the room. Luke turned to face him with a roll of his eyes, moving his legs to allow his friend to sit down.

"Don't call me little" he laughed, giving Wedge a small kick in the back.

"You are and you know it, how are you feeling?" He asked, turning to face Luke.

"My face stings, and I'm really cold" Luke admitted, watching Wedge nod understandingly.

"It's getting too noisy in the bunk without you telling everybody to shut up"

"Please tell me nobody has touched my bed" Luke grimaced.

"Of course they haven't you freak" Wedge laughed "you hardly use it, you're always in the falcon"

"Yes because it's warmer, hey is the room swaying to you?" But Wedge didn't reply, the scene before him just began to grow dark until he couldn't see anything.

Vader had been settled in his meditation chamber for at least an hour when the overbearing thought of Luke's dream destroyed his concentration completely. He had began strong, almost falling into a calm state when the force flared with a sense of Luke's uncomfortableness. Vader chose to ignore it; assuming Luke was dreaming about a girl denying him sex or a little crush on the princess, but the prompt was becoming far to unbearable for Vader to ignore any longer. He rose to his feet a stormed into the hallway, opening the door to his son's room as quietly as it allowed him. Upon first glance Luke looked fine but with further inspection it was noticeable his hair was astray, his sheets were tangled up on the floor and his once comfortably placed limbs were sprawled over the mattress like a star. While the scene was comical it was clear to Vader Luke was in some form of uncomfortable dream state and needed to be woken.

"Luke wake up!" He barked, shaking the youths shoulders. "You're dreaming son" Watching his son open his shaking, frightened eyes was enough for Vader to immediately calm down and sit next to the boy in an attempt to comfort him.

"F-father?" He slurred, grabbing out with one hand. The older man took it despite his head telling him not to, rubbing a comforting finger over the boy's pale knuckles.

"What did you just experience Luke? Your force signature was acting most peculiar" Vader hushed, allowing his son to clutch his hand as tightly as he needed.

"W-wha?" Luke asked, a worried tone taking over his voice.

"You were experiencing a nightmare weren't you? What were you dreaming about?" He asked.

"I didn't like it" Luke admitted with a small sniffle "it just made me miss the people I've either lost or never met" Vader helped his son sit up before wrapping an arm around him. "It was like a series, the first one seemed to be a man and a woman holding me when I was a small child, the man was definitely you and the woman I'm not so sure but I'm assuming she was my mother, the next was of my aunt and uncle, then Han and then my friend Wedge" He replied timidly, Vader sensing the sickliness and sadness defeating the anger that bubbled inside of his son.

"Think of the woman you saw" he instructed, rubbing his thumb across Luke's shoulder. Luke did as he was told and could've sworn he heard his father's voice hitch. His beautiful Padme fell into view and Vader grasped Luke a little tighter.

"Is that her?" Luke didn't receive an answer right away and assumed his father didn't want to talk about it.

"Yes" Vader began "it was"

"She was really beautiful, I guess you were right. I do have her nose. And her cheek bones"

"I will return momentarily" his father mumbled, standing and stumbling over to the 'fresher. He grabbed a cloth from the stack on the floor and wet it with warm water, ringing it out before returning to Luke. The boy didn't say a word as Vader sat down next to him and pressed the damp flannel to the red mark on Luke's cheek. "Yes I suppose she was very beautiful, you have a lot of her traits. That is why I refuse to let you go, you are all I have left of her"

"I'm just a memorial ornament as well as a powerful source? Do you actually want me for me? Because I'm your son? Because to me it just seems you want me for a gift I was born with and because I look like my mother" Vader was slightly taken back by Luke's small outburst but still continued to cup his son's cheek in his hand. The blazing determination that shone from his son reminded him to much of himself.

"Of course I want you, you are my child as well as you were hers. I'm not willing to let you go because you are mine"

"Father I blew up the Death Star yet you claim I'm yours and can't look after myself!" Luke protested, still allowing his father to hold him despite their conflicted conversation.

"Luke if I thought you were emotionally as well as physically ready to go and command a battle we wouldn't be sat here right now. Your potential in the force is powerful, I will teach you how to use it, you want to learn don't you?" Vader smiled, removing the cloth from his son's face and dropping it onto the desk beside them.

"I do but not the way you want me to, I refuse to use to my anger as a way to fight. I also don't feel like I need all these necessary rules and procedures you have in place for me. Is my density really that set in stone? Did you have to go through all these horrible rules?"

"Do you want me to tell you every reasoning for the rules I set for you? The first is simple, if you injure yourself or there is a rebellion spy out to hurt you it would be plainly stupid to send you out there alone, not until I trust you enough to arm you or until you are fully trained and that's exactly the same with the comlink, you will be given a fully working one once I know you're a much more trustable, the second is also simple; if you were to fall and smack your head off the table, knocking you unconscious while infecting the wound who would help if the admiral was not to check on you every hour or so?" Vader explained, allowing Luke to rest back on his arm, it was becoming easier for the boy to relax into him, easing Vader's awkwardly arched arm into a softer, comfier position for his son.

"I guess they make sense" he grumbled.

"I will monitor the food you eat because of how thin you are, I must know what you are consuming and that it is enough for your body weight, as I'd like you to gain some but if you overeat when you're so small you will be very unwell"

"Alright that's another one I get" Luke mumbled, going slightly red in the cheeks.

"We will begin our training with meditation as it is the easiest to master, although I have a feeling you may struggle. I request you tutor yourself on the history of the empire as you are expected to know it as the prince, I want to see how much you complete each day so I am given visible proof you aren't fooling around with that droid of yours and are doing something useful with your time" both Skywalkers looked over at R2, who was powered down at the end of Luke's bed "2200 may be a little extreme and I am willing to compromise but of course there is a reason, it will help you become more prepared for training and tutoring, what must be so important that you'd rather stay up later than then?"

"I-I'd like to at least see you, I may hate what you believe in but you're still my father" Vader tightened his hold on his son. Just those few words were enough to dim the dark lord's eyes for only a minute, much to his own disgust. Silence hung between the two as Vader let his head rest down on his child's, ignoring how the blond hair tickled at his cheek.

"Luke I must apologise for the incident that happened earlier tonight" he whispered.

"It's alright, I'd rather not talk about it now" Luke sighed, glancing at the chrono on the wall. "It's-" he stopped to yawn. "Late"

"Before you go back to sleep you will be able to contact both the princess and a rebel of your choice soon. Although you must make them swear to secrecy otherwise the result won't be nice for the two of them" Luke nodded gently, completely crumpling against his father in his tired state. Vader pushed away his blond hair, tucking it behind the comically small ear. "Goodnight father"

I don't know what I'm doing with Luke because even though he is a vulnerable boy in this book he is still technically an adult (even though Vader says otherwise) in a new hope he is a whiny ditz, in empire I just feel like he isn't very mature and has a few emotional struggles and then Jedi he is just bam! Badass. So I don't know, I'm sorry if he fell a little out of character here, same with Vader to be honest as I don't even know what he wants nor am I very good at writing him. I REALLY need to start being more positive about my own work don't I?

Here are the reviews from the last chapter

PadawanSkywalker: Hey, does The Nutcracker count as Disney Princess? I might be going to see it today!

Me: I don't think it's classed as a Disney princess movie (there's a curriculum which I thinks pretty unfair) but I know it's an amazing film!

PadawanSkywalker: This was a good chapter, but Vader, don't take R2! Aww, it's okay that you make characters cry, (I'm a sucker for it and I don't know why) but Vader was like a heartless monster towards our baby. I wish I could reach into the story and give him a great big hug. Okay, okay, I forgot about Beauty and the Beast. I have seen the animated one and I've see Lion King. I love both. I've never seen the pic with Mark and Harrison, but I do believe I've seen the one at Mark in his flight suit. Just watched ESB and my brother told me I was making goo-goo eyes at Han, but he couldn't see the screen cause we were in the car and he was riding shotgun and me and my other brother were in the back, and Yoda was on the screen at the time. I was watching normally with no 'goo-goo eyes' but then I slipped and called Luke 'Lukey' and they all teased me, XD. Have you seen the gif where Mark, Harrison, Alec Guiness, and Peter Mayhew are in the cockpit and Mark reaches for something and Harrison smacks his hand? Mark's face is the funniest thing. I'm sorry, but this will have to be our way of communicating, cause I don't have an email account (courtesy of my mother) I cannot be independent in the slightest way, I feel like. I know it's not true, but I feel like it anyway. All my emails come through my parent's account, so they read them all and I feel like I'm being stalked, I guess. They'd wouldn't let me email you cause I'm not even allowed to have a pen pal. Ugh. Super great chapter and I'm eagerly awaiting more!

Me: I'm a sucker for it to! Especially Luke, I think it's because I just want Han, Vader or Wedge to run in a rescue him and treat him the way he deserves it. I know! How dare he treat our baby like this! I love beauty and the beast, both of them but the animated one is my fave. My brother doesn't know I like Star Wars because he thinks it's stupid, but he's all about his designer Gucci belt and his Gucci this and that, I'm sorry but I can buy a nice pair of sliders from JD, I don't need to spend £500 on a pair of Gucci ones. My sister knows I like it and so do my parents, my dad loves it to so we geek out together. I haven't seen that gif but now I want too XD I have gif of Mark being a prat and it actually looks like Harrison says 'oh my god' gotta love those two 3 it's alright, if my parents knew I spoke to people on the internet they'd blow up so that parts a secret, my mum knows I write 'books' but she doesn't know it's fanfiction. But if you ever are allowed a pen pal tell me because I need a real friend XD.

Reyella: I like the part when Luke is starting to act like a child.

Me: embracing his inner 15 year old XD.

Unicorn29: I love how you make Luke as a young and vulnerable boy, I take it that this happens before he visits Yoda and is matured by the revelation of him being a twin and the eldest of them, will this story include Leia being found out by Vader and Luke, does R2 tell them? I like how you include Leia and what she's doing whilst her unknown brother is 'bonding' with 'Daddy'

Me: thank you! Yes it is set before then. We're probably talking a month or two after Bespin, he's had a little while to comprehend it but he hasn't matured much yet. He doesn't know about Leia being his twin sister but out of the two (even after ROTJ) I think Leia is a little maturer then her brother, which is why I think you'd see Leia as the older one even though she's like a minute younger or something along those lines. And yes it will flick back to Leia from time to time, Wedge will be involved in finding out where Luke is like he promised.

Stripedfly1001: Whoa, that's a REALLY long chapter for writing it all this morning. You did Luke really perfectly here-he's not ooc, and at the same time he's entirely believable.

Me: yesterday I was bursting with creativity, not so much today. But thank you! I seriously can't write a conflicted person. I feel like I'm doing Han well in my other book thought. Not sure what went wrong here.

Anyways fave it, follow it, forget it, do whatever you want with it (also please review)

- Briar x