"Must have been a construction error," Vader said to the man who ran the construction group that came to fix the throne room.

"I-I am not sure- from what I've seen it doesn't show any sign of-" The construction man sputtered nervously, but Vader interrupted him.

"I did not ask for any of your idle commentary, continue to clean and fix the throne room, and do not bother me any further," Vader replied, staring the man down.

"Of course my lord," The man bowed, "It will probably take up to two to three weeks to fully fix all the damage that has occurred."

"Very well," Vader sighed, the man walked off down the hall towards the throne room. The palace was absolute chaos, the Emperor had died. He had killed his master, it was part of the centuries-long tradition the Sith upheld. Something he was destined to do at some point or another, to carry on and become the master to his apprentice. But he had not killed his master for tradition, to honor the sith.

He killed Sidious for his son.

Luke, his son, who was currently in the med bay down the hall from where he was currently. Vader held up his hand, holding the necklace Luke brought. Looking at it brought unwanted memories, memories of carving each small design for…

It was nothing he wanted to remember. But knowing it belonged to Luke, to his son, their son. He felt something swell in his chest, it was complicated to file each emotion he felt. Repressing emotions made everything he felt feel like a blur, but he was sure it wasn't what a Sith Lord would feel. He was sure Sidious would sneer at Vader, calling him weak, he could practically hear and feel the disgust in his master's voice.

He was about to get back to work, knowing it would be a useful distraction for the whirlwind of thoughts that assaulted his brain. He was going to try to organize the mess the Palace had fallen to, but he then felt Luke's end of the bond slowly glow brighter. He was waking up, Vader instantly turned on his heels, the palace could wait.

He walked down the hall through the rushed crowd, Imperial workers running in either direction trying to make sense of everything that was going on. Despite the chaos, they managed to make room for Vader, knowing it was always best not to get into his way.

Vader reached the medbay and opened the door with the force, he had placed Imperial guards in front of the medbay that were not at the scene of the Emperor's demise. For all they knew, it was a tragic accident. Vader would use this distraction for his son to move in with him.

If only he knew what the boy was thinking, he could find out through mind reading but he decided invading his sons privacy was not the best way to start off their relationship.

Luke's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the bright fluorescent light, his vision slightly blurred. He looked side to side, his head propped up on a small stack of soft pillows, he slowly moved to sit up and slowly realized he was in some type of med bay, he assumed at least. His head pounded slightly, he ran his hand through his hair, trying to remember what happened the previous night.

He didn't remember much, a lot of running, he remembered being scared. The medbay doors slid open, Luke looked up quickly to see Lord Vader standing in the doorway, his eyes widened and instantly remembered Lord Vader had saved him. Vader just stood in the doorway, staring at Luke.

Luke waited for him to come in, but it seemed Vader was frozen in his spot. "You can come in," Luke smiled softly.

"Yes- of course," Vader replied, he swiftly walked in and stood next to Luke, looking down on him. "Are you feeling well?" Luke was slightly shocked that Vader asked how he was doing, though he felt his shock may not be valid seeing as Vader saved his life. He must care for his well being, although he was not sure why. Vader said himself he was a burden to Vader.

Luke nodded slowly, "Yeah," He shifted in his bed and felt a stinging from his leg, "Owch!" Luke cried.

"A bacta patch is healing your blaster wound as we speak, it will take only a couple days for it to be completely healed, you may have a small scar." Luke nodded as the pain subsided, an awkward silence grew between them, Luke then looked up to Vader.

"Uhm...Why did you save me?" Luke asked, "I don't understand, I thought you didn't like me."

"I was, perhaps, too harsh with you, young one. I do not dislike you," Vader paused, "I believe this is yours." Vader held out his hand and dropped his necklace on Luke's lap.

Luke picked it up, examining it, the carvings made on the small block. He felt his heart sink to his stomach, tears rushed to his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. "They're dead, aren't they?" Luke whispered, his voice wavering and barely audible. "Those weren't my real parents, they never loved me…." Luke paused, "Maybe my real parents didn't either...that's why they got rid of me."

"That is a very simple way of looking at the situation- you do not understand everything that happened that led you to be at the orphanage."

"You don't get it!" Luke protested, he felt all the kept up frustration from waiting for his parents began to bubble to the surface, "I-I sometimes stayed up all night trying to see if they were walking down the street, looking for the orphanage in the dark!" Luke cried, he looked down shaking his head wearily. "It was all for nothing…" Luke mumbled, a tear streaked down his cheek.

"Luke, I must tell you something-"

"What!? That crying is weakness or something?" Luke wiped a tear from his cheek, Vader seemed taken aback by Lukes new demeanor.

"Listen to me, young one," Vader insisted, pointing at Luke.

"No! Why should I? You don't understand-"

"Luke, I am your father."

Luke's eyes widened, he suddenly lost the ability to speak or articulate thought. His mind began to spin, he'd have fallen over if he wasn't sitting back in his medical bed. His eyes looked up and down Vader, scanning him, he swallowed hard. "Wha-?"

"I know it is shocking news, young one," Vader said, "I was shocked when I found out as well."

"My father.." Luke mumbled to himself, he looked at the necklace then back to Vader. "When did you find out?"

"When you left that necklace for me to remember you by," Vader said, "I saw it just as I was leaving to get you from the Emperor."

"So- you're really my father? Are you sure?" Luke asked as he furrowed his eyebrows, he then sucked in a nervous breath, "You aren't trying to trick me like those other guys are you!?"

"No, I am not tricking you. I am your father, we can take a blood test if that is what you require." Luke thought about this for a moment, despite all reason he felt he had already accepted Vader as his father, but he couldn't let himself be so gullible.

Luke nodded confidently, "Yes, I want to see proof!"

"Very well," He watched as Vader walked over to the med droid, he began to wonder if proof was even necessary at this point. If Vader was willing to do a blood test, wasn't that enough to hint that Vader was really... "Conduct a DNA test between myself and Luke." The droid's eyes lit up.

"At once, Lord Vader."

A screen on the droid lit up showing a progress bar, Luke watched intently, he felt his heart begin to pound against his ribcage. Finally, the screen finished loading and displayed numbers, bar graphs and percentages. Vader pointed to a word on the screen.

"You see this word? Do you know what this says?" Vader asked, Luke shook his head pathetically, "It says match, meaning we are related. I am your father, young one." Luke looked down at the hospital bed sheets, fiddling with his hands. This was all so much, he was almost kidnapped by people who pretended to be his parents. Now, Lord Vader, someone he thought didn't like him was his father.

Something in him felt like a light was sparked, waves of confirmation and certainty to Vader being his father filled his being, almost making it impossible to disbelieve him. He didn't understand why he felt so strongly, he looked up to Vader.

"I-" His eyes started watering, "I can't believe it, you're really my father…" he looked down, "Why- Why did you give me up? Put me in an orphanage?"

"I was not aware you were born," His father said, "You were taken from me before I could learn of your birth, I would have never given you up, my son." Luke nodded slowly.

"You must continue to rest." Vader lifted his hand, commanding Lukes bedsheets to pull up on Luke.

"B-But I still have so many questions!" Luke complained, "Like- Why were you so mean to me?" Luke asked, he had other more important questions he wanted to ask, like about his mother and the Emperor but this was the first one that popped into his head. It spit out of him like word vomit, maybe it was because he had been wondering why he was so nasty to Luke the entire week, it seemed almost targeted. Luke had done nothing to him.

"I treated you as I treat anyone else." His father said, Luke furrowed his brows.

"Well- it's mean! You shouldn't treat people like that!"

"I must apologize for my actions to you, young one." he paused, "I realize my actions are unforgivable."

"Well- I don't think anything is unforgivable, but still it was rude to treat me like that!" Some of the older kids at the orphanage warned Luke that people would use his forgiving nature to walk all over him. Even if he was mad at Vader right now, he knew the anger would subside and forgive him, because nothing was unforgivable.

"You are quite optimistic."

"So- can I ask some more questions?" Luke asked, wanting questions to the millions of questions that buzzed in his head.

"No- you must rest," His father insisted.

"Pllleeaaaaassseeee!" Luke begged, his father sighed heavily.

"Fine, but only a few more questions then you must rest." His father insisted

Luke took in a heavy, nervous breath, "Uhm... my mother- who is she? Where is she?" His father stood there, practically like a statue.

"I must go back to work, and you, young one, must rest," His father said with a finality in his voice. "Answering questions is turning out to be more laborious then I previously had thought."

"Wait!" Luke shot up in his bed, "But you said I could ask another question!"

"Luke," He paused, a long and uncomfortable silence passed through the room. Luke looked at his father expectantly, "It is- difficult for me to speak about my past," His father said slowly, Luke's eyes dimmed, his eyes glazed with disappointment.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"There is no need to apologize- it is only natural to be curious-." His father paused, Luke waited patiently and watched his father as he came towards Luke.

"You are very much like her, Luke."

"Wow.." Luke whispered to himself, "I-I am happy to finally be with you, father." His father staggered somewhat.

"Well- as I stated several times previously, you must rest." Luke smiled and nodded, "We shall have your personal items sent to my palace." Luke's eyes lit up.

"Oh- Oh do ya think we could go flying soon!?" Luke asked.

"Once you start feeling better, you shall be focusing your energy on education not flying."

"Huh?" Luke asked, "No way is education is as much fun as flying!"

"I think you shall find the entire galaxy would agree with that statement," His father turned to leave.

"Goodbye, father! See you soon!" He watched as his father left the medbay, he was smiling brighter than ever. He finally had his father, even when it seemed all was lost when it came to finding his parents. He could practically cry, this was his dream come true.

He wondered how many other kids in the galaxy had long lost parents, he knew how they felt. Sometimes you just want to give up waiting. Luke smiled, knowing that if he could find his long lost parent, anyone else could too.

Epilogue

Luke anxiously paced a small circular waiting room that led out to a large balcony that looked over what Luke had to have guessed was the entirety of Coruscant. He focused on the intricate designs of the old rug that lay below his feet, his father observed him from across the room.

"There is nothing to be anxious about, young one."

"The whole Empire is out there and they are gonna watch me be crowned!" Luke flailed his arms in the air, "All staring at me!"

"Pay no mind to them," His father advised, he didn't think his father was gonna understand, he didn't seem to care what people thought about him.

"I'll try…" He mumbled to himself, the crowd outside burst into applause, Luke tensed up staring at the large windows.

"It is time, are you ready?"

"Noooo!" Luke cried.

"Take you time, young one," His father said as he walked towards him, "But I am confident you shall do fine." Luke looked down and nodded. Luke took in a couple deep breathes, trying to clear his mind.

"I am ready," Luke forced, he wanted to get this over with. Luke suspected the anticipation was making his anxiety worse. His father placed his hand on Luke's back and led him to the balcony doors.

Never did he think when he was an orphan that he would be staring out over all of Coruscant with all of them cheering for him. He felt his stomach flip a million times over, looking out over the people. Being crowned prince of an Empire was slightly nerve-wracking, to say the least. It made him want to curl up in a little ball and hide.

Being prince seemed to bring on a whole set of issues Luke never considered. Public opinion was important, going to school and doing well was important, and now being crowned prince was important. But he would take these new sets of challenges over the orphanage any day, as long as his father was with him.

A/N Thank you to everyone that read this story! I loved writing it so much and considering writing a sequel where Vader finds Leia through a different musical, I was thinking Mamma Mia but instead of a wedding it was a birthday party.

Let me know if that is something you would be interested in!

Thank you all for reading! Let me know what you thought! I love your feedback!