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For those of you who have read A Sun In Darkness, I'm sure you know which one-shot I'm referring to. For those who haven't, it's on the third chapter.

Oh, and I took some inspiration from an orphaned ao3 work called Juvenile Experiment. Check it out, I swear it's a masterpiece.

Okay, so here goes nothing I guess. Strap yourselves in because this is going to be a long ride.

This, Luke decided, was undoubtedly the most comfortable he had ever been in his life. It felt as if an enormous fluffy cloud was cradling his entire body, a huge contrast compared to the bunk beds provided by the Alliance. He was sure he would have remained in this peaceful slumber if it were not for the Force jolting him awake.

He was too tired to even noticed the sheer urgency woven in it, the type that drilled something -is-definitely-off-so-get-your-ass-out-of-bed-now into his head as he slowly forced his eyelids open.

Happy now? He grumbled to the Force, having the impression of it dancing with amusement around him.

Light immediately poured in and a smooth, light grey surface filled his vision. It took him embarrassingly a full minute for him to realize that he was actually staring at the ceiling.

That was odd, he thought to himself. The ceiling of the Rebel barracks was white.

Then he turned over to his side, only to see tall blue bars blocking his view. Confusion rippled through him. Was he in some sort of cage? Then again, what kind of cage did not even have a roof?

That wasn't all though. The insanely comfortable mattress that he was lying on was decorated by multiple cartoon-like shooting stars, each one seeming to glow warmly with their bright yellow color.

This was obviously not the Rebel barracks he had called home and certainly not his bed.

Where the kriff was he?

At that moment, he remembered it all.

The memories of the previous events came rushing back stronger than he currents of a river, each one seeming to drown him overwhelmingly.

The lab was as crowded as always, constantly filled by a swarm of white-coated beings. Scientists, Luke realized as he struggled against the restraints that kept him pinned to the examination table.

He remembered the feeling of a prick on his arm, not having any recollection of which one it had been. Darkness had taken over almost immediately, quickly followed by vague sensations of endless picking and prodding.

Luke couldn't determine how much time that had actually passed once he finally awoke. It wasn't as if it would provide any difference whatsoever, as a second needle penetrated through the skin of another limb mere minutes later. He was pulled into unconsciousness once more, awoke, and was soon met with a third one.

And the cycle repeated itself, over and over again until he was already betting on the loss of his sanity.

It was perhaps by the seventh injection when he felt it - pain - sharp and overwhelming PAIN. It danced mercilessly throughout his weakened body like fire, the feeling of what seemed like all his organs burning his insides causing a blood-curling scream to tear itself from his dry throat.

The worst part was that this time, he was awake.

Make it stop, he begged the Force. Please.

But it didn't. It only intensified as each unforgiving second passed.

Why wasn't he knocked out yet? Did they...purposely intend this?

PLEASE! he screamed aloud, barely even hearing his own hoarse voice over the pain. It hurt to look at his captors. Stars, even thinking felt like someone had twisted his arm repeatedly. But he shouted nonetheless, desperation dripping from every syllable.

They didn't answer just like they never did, and fortunately unconsciousness finally welcomed him. Luke couldn't be any more grateful.

Luke flinched at the thoughts, feeling his skin turn ghastly pale. Those scientists... he clenched his fists. One minute he had been on a supply run, the next he was a guinea pig, and the following one he was here.

Butwhere exactly was here?

He decided that he had to stand up to answer that question. Perhaps he could get a better view of his surroundings that way. Without hesitating for even a second, he sat up, suddenly aware of the feeling of something padded on his lower body. Luke didn't think much of it, more focused on learning more about his location.

He couldn't stand up.

Luke blinked in surprise and tried again, only to land softly on the mattress once more. The odd thing was he didn't sense any injury on his legs that could have prevented him from standing. There were no aches, no sprains, no fractures…nothing. He just couldn't stand up.

Was it because of the mattress? Could it be responsible for rendering his movements? Luke sighed and chose to select another method instead.

Holding onto the bars, Luke propelled himself to his full height, rejoicing silently when he succeeded. Unfortunately, he still had to cling to the bars for support if he desired to remain standing.

Well, at least now he could actually see what was around him.

He appeared to be in some sort of bedroom – a child's bedroom to be more specific. The walls of the spacious chamber were painted a gentle sky blue, as if intending to create a calming aura. A transparent cabinet stood nearby, revealing an abundance of toys inside it. There was a furry white rug occupying the wooden floor in front of it, most likely a play area.

He also noticed a black couch, a wooden wardrobe and even a holo-net set. Stars, whose child's room was this?

His mood darkened as he remembered the existence of those scientists. Had they placed him here? Why torture him and then put him in a child's room?

Something clicked in his mind and he stared at the strange cage he was in, wanting to slap himself for not realizing it sooner. It wasn't a cage. It was a crib.

A crib that somehow a twenty-three-year-old man could fit in.

But that didn't even make the slightest drop of sense. He stayed thoughtful for a moment before concluding that it was most likely an altered crib, designed specifically to accommodate someone his size. Not that he had a large frame or anything, but still...

He felt a rush of anger. Was this all just to humiliate him?

And then he looked down at his own attire, only for the levels of that same emotion to rapidly increase. His clothes were completely gone, replaced by a blue shirt and matching pants, miniature clouds on the two fabrics.

The final straw came when he remembered the unusual padded material he had felt earlier. He didn't need to think twice, nor examine it to confirm his worst fears. Horror crashed into him full-force without warning, as he realized what in the motherfucking galaxy it was.

Force…he gritted his teeth, his cheeks flushed red with both embarrassment and anger.

That's it. Jedi way be damned, he was going to kill them!

If Wedge and Hobbie ever saw him now, Luke shuddered, he would never, never ever hear the end of it. Although the image of a grown man dressed so childishly was capable of shaking Luke with laughter, it failed to do the same when he knew that grown man was him.

Oh, it just had to be him.

He needed to get out of here, fast. If these maniacs were crazy enough to dress him like this, who knew what else they could possibly do next?

It scared him to even think of it.

Without wasting anytime, he forced one leg over the railing, quickly followed by the other. His hands gripped the flat top surface like a lifeline, knowing that the last thing he needed now was to crack open his skull just because of a foolish mishap. One wrong move and he was damned.

He breathed a sigh of relief once his feet touched the cold floor, releasing his grip at once. However, it was short-lived, turning to dust the moment his bottom met the ground once his legs gave out under him.

Luke huffed. So, it wasn't because of the mattress. Apparently, they had done something to his legs, something to keep him immobilized enough to prevent his escape. It felt weird knowing that he could still move his legs, but not use them to support his body.

But he was Luke Skywalker, wasn't he? He was the man whose miraculous escapades were well heard of throughout the galaxy and he could do this.

However before he could haul himself up, something already did it for him and thrusted him upwards.

A startled shriek nearly escaped him and Luke blinked in puzzlement, struggling against the invisible grasp that kept him suspended in mid-air. It felt like a cold rope, wrapped tightly around his mid-section to secure him in place.

What in flaming hells was ha-

And then he saw it.

There was no mistaking that looming obsidian figure, or that skull-like mask, or that dreaded breathing noise that sounded like death bells to the average Imperial citizen.

Or even that intimidating stretched out arm and the bloodstained lenses which were staring directly at him.

The room plunged before Luke's eyes.

Darth Vader.

The Second in Command of the Galactic Empire, Emperor Palpatine's attack dog, Ben's murderer, the same being that tortured Leia, the very one that froze Han in carbonite, the Sith Lord that had cut off Luke's hand…

And his father...

No. That man could be many things, but a father was not one of them.

Luke felt all the color drain from his face, the previous furious red disappearing from sight. What was he doing here? Where were those blasted scientists? Stars, this was so much worse, so undeniably the worst.

He'd take going back to that cursed lab any day now.

"Wed me go!" he screeched at the top of his lungs, with every ounce of strength and fear in his body, as if hoping for those words to magically create some sort of barrier between them. Obviously it wouldn't, but what else could he do in such a situation?

All of a sudden, he felt his heart stop, frozen in place by the icy temperature of his blood.

Who…said that?Who was the one who had spoken?

He called on the Force, using it to survey the room, senses searching hopefully for an unseen occupant he hadn't sensed before. Why hadn't he sensed Vader before though?

Nothing.

His stomach sank. There was nothing, nothing, just a dark cold space, lit up by only his and Vader's presence.

The gears behind his brain came to a sharp halt as an unbelievable thought crossed his mind.

Surely it hadn't been him, he wondered, feeling like he was starting to lose it. That was impossible. The last time he had checked, his usual voice was several octaves lower, and definitely not that of a squawking Porg.

But what else could explain how the speaker had said the same words Luke wanted to say?

Force, had they done something to his vocal cords too?

Before he could continue on that theory, another issue dawned on him – he was floating towards Vader!

"No!" he screamed, once again in that laughable accent. He couldn't – it was too soon – he wasn't ready to face–

But his silent pleas were of no use, he thought hopelessly as his body was now only an inch away from Vader's. He could feel the heavy weight of the man's gaze on him, studying and staring through his soul like a hawk. Kriff, his clothing. All he could think about was wanting to run.

There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you.

Now he knew that the first sentence hadn't been a threat, it was a promise.

Eyes wide with horror, he could only watch as Vader reached out with both of his upper limbs, proceeding to drag Luke into his arms.

How dare -

Almost immediately, Luke fought back, sending at least twenty blows to the armoured chest plate Vader had attempted to press his against, not even paying any attention to the realization that his body now fit perfectly in the Sith's hold.

To his immense frustration, Vader didn't even flinch. It was Luke who was constantly biting back pain radiating from both his fists.

"Pud me down!" he howled, twisting frantically in Vader's arms, only to feel the man strengthen his already-durasteel-like grip on his body.

"At ease, child", Vader rumbled in his dark baritone but Luke could hear the thick layers of amusement coating it. How he wished he had his lightsaber. "You are safe".

"Wid you?" Luke huffed, wondering how delusional Vader actually was, perhaps even senile. "Nod a shance".

"Considering I was the one who generously rescued you from those scientists", Vader replied pointedly. "You are in a much safer environment than you were three standard days ago".

Wait. What?

Vader had saved him?

"Bud why?" Luke said, gesturing at his clothing, the room, everything, feeling his blazing fury return to its peak. "Dis?"

The silence that flooded the room seemed worthy enough to make his stomach churn.

"Luke?" Vader spoke finally and if Luke was not mistaken, there was an unexpected caution in the Sith's tone. "What do you remember?"

"Oder dan dem giwing me hell?" Luke asked with barely hidden disdain, not like he even bothered to cover it up. "Nading".

"Nothing", Vader repeated, suddenly very quiet.

"Dey knocked me oud a wod", Luke elaborated, winching at his now high-pitched voice. He took note that not only was it much higher in comparison to his real voice, but it was also extremely slurred. His t's were almost nonexistent, replaced by d's. The same could be said for most of his l's, which were now merely w's.

"I…see", Vader said slowly, sounding distant. For some unknown reason, a vortex of dread swirled in Luke's stomach as each second passed. Why did he suddenly have a very bad feeling about this?

"I had assumed that you knew", he heard Vader mutter, clearly more to himself than to Luke.

"Knew whad?" Luke snapped. He was already getting fed-up with the lack of answers.

Vader stiffened. "I think it is best if you do not, son".

If it weren't for his easily increasing curiosity, he would have argued that he wasn't Vader's supposedly son. But now, all he did was shoot Vader a scowl.

"I dink id iz besh if I do", Luke insisted, frustrated at how Vader was speaking to him. For Force's sake, he wasn't a piece of glass. Why couldn't Vader just say it?

Vader remained silent for a long moment. Luke's patience was becoming dangerously thin. "As you wish", Vader said, hesitantly. Luke rolled his eyes and watched as Vader moved, making his way from where he had been standing for the last fifteen minutes to the wardrobe. Had it really been fifteen minutes? Luke didn't know, it was just a guess.

A tall reflective part of glass was on one of the wardrobe's doors and Luke briefly wondered why he hadn't noticed it before – well, there were probably many things that he hadn't noticed before.

His eyes squinted.

It was a mirror.

At first, all he saw was the monstrous frame of Vader standing in front of it. As his eyes searched, they finally landed on himself, held possessively in Vader's grasp, literally dwarfed completely by Vader's towering figure.

He deeply regretted the moment his eyes trailed to his face.

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