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This wasn't happening. Not to her, not now, not here. Dear goddess, what is going to happen? Princess Leia's mind was in turmoil as she was marched down a hall by stormtroopers for the second time in that two month period. She couldn't believe it. The Dark Lord had just strolled on in, without knocking or anything. Her face flushed at that moment, in memory of the caresses of her rugged pilot. Han Solo. That was his name. "Where exactly are you taking me, Skywalker" she demanded as she regained some semblance of order to her mental jumble of thoughts.

"That is for me to know, and you to find out," He chuckeled. He seems to be doing that a lot lately, the princess mused. At that very moment, she caught a glimpse of a sandy haired youth being seized and taken along a different path. Who is that unfortunate soul, like myself she wondered.

I'm Luke, what'r you doin' here? Starteled by the voice in her head, Leia turned to catch the gaze of the blue eyed youth as he faded away.

What's going on? She thought, unknowingly broadcasting her thoughts to all force sensitives.

This is the force, you ninny, a feminine voice growled. Name's Mara. You are the Princess, Leia

What? Oh, yeah. Pleased to meet you, I think Leia thought, focusing on sending it to the other girl.

Mara, return to your duties. Princess, be quiet The booming voice of Skywalker filled her head.

"Ahh!" she muttered as she glared at his blond mop of hair.

"Come inside," he was laughing at her.

"This is not an amusing matter," she fumed. Taking in her surroundings, the princess gasped. The room was decorated with swirls of white and silver adorning the walls and windows with artificial gardens and light beyond. As her eyes traveled, absorbing the graceful features of the room, she was caught by the sight of a woman laying on the elegant bed. Leia was drawn to the bedside, and at first did not recognize the woman laying there. "Maman?" She cried as her hands flitted to touch the woman to assure the reality. "Maman, oh maman!" Turning to Skywalker she whispered slowly. "What is my maman doing here? And what is wrong with her?"

"All shall be revealed shortly. In the meantime, if you would be so kind, our analysists would like to take a blood sample."

"What? Whatever for?" Leia demanded, caught off guard by the same exclamation emanating from the next room. She turned towards Skywalker quizzically. "What is the meaning of this?"

"What is this about?" cried the youth she had messaged in the passage.

"Who are you?" the asked simultaneously. At this oddity, they looked to Skywalker for an explanation, at which time, Luke's eyes fell upon the unconscious woman on the bed.

"Mother?" he asked incredulously.

Leia looked at him with a strange look. "Maman?" she asked him.

"Mother/Maman?" the again looked to Skywalker, who just looked back with mirth in his eyes.

"I see my dear children, that you find something in common. That is why I requested the blood samples. Orderly!" He beckoned to the slim man at his side.

"The genetics tests, m'lord," the man said without feeling as he marched from the room.



"Ah yes, here we are." The dark lord was very pleased with himself. After all, he had confounded two extremely intelligent children, his to be precise, and they had yet to fully comprehend the who situation. "One Luke Lars, nephew of Beru and Owen Lars. Homeworld: Tatooine. That is all in your file, I fear, young Luke. But wait there is more!" Skywalker was indeed enjoying his little game. "Delve deeper and we find one Luke Kitster Skywalker, ward of Owen and Beru Lars. Mother: Padme Amidala Naberrie Skywalker. Former Queen and Senator of Naboo, Death: unknown but confirmed by Alderaanian law. Father: Anakin Skywalker, former Jedi Knight and current Lord of the Sith." Skywalker took in the baffeled face of his son, and the suspicious look on the face of the princess.

"You are playing at some larger purpose, Skywalker," she concluded with conviction. "I am not here to hear of your poor son's family tree."

"Quite right you are, my dear princess. Here is where it gets interesting." His booming voice softened a little. "One sibling: Fraternal Twin. This shall be discussed later. One Leia Organa of Alderaan, daughter of Bail and Sache Organa. Holds title Princess and Heir Apparent of Alderaan. Again, useless."

"But we shall delve deeper, shall we not?" Leia whispered, fearing what was to come, fearing that her mother would be revealed to be something terrible.

"Yes. And we shall find one Leia Sabe Skywalker," Anakin looked at his children and continued. "Adopted heir of the ruling house of Alderaan, Organa. Mother: Padme Amidala Naberrie Skywalker, Former Queen and Senator of Naboo. Death: Unkown, but confirmed by Alderaan law. Father: Anakin Skywalker, former Jedi and current Lord of the Sith." Anakin paused for the benefit of his children.

"What you are saying is that we are your children. And that woman there, as we know, is our mother," Luke spoke up.

"And that's why you wanted the blood tests," Leia interjected. "But why tell us?" she demanded after a moment's hesitation.

"I just discovered you. And I need to you to awaken your mother." The children heard the sad tone of their father's voice as he spoke of his wife.

"Why trust you?" Luke asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Why not trust me." Anaking countered. "Oh wait, don't answer that." He laughed. "Don't trust me, but help me. For surely you know that she is your mother. You cried out for her yourself."

The two teenagers looked at each other, and then at the woman. The contemplated for a few moments.

"What must we do?" they whispered in unison. At this, Anakin felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

"Come, and clasp hands. Leia, put one hand on Padme's left hand, Luke, take my hand. Concentrate solely on love and happiness and I shall do the rest." When he saw that they were in place, he clasped the hand of his dear love and hoped. Wake, love. Wake love, come back to us. We need you. It is safe, love. Come back, love. He repeated his mantra over and over again, his head rested on her chest. Wake love, oh please wake love. I love you Padme his heart cried in sorrow as he almost despaired. Then, almost imperceptibally, he felt her chest rise. Then it fell, and rose again. It fell, and rose. Into steady rhythm. Whether she would live was almost certain. Anakin looked at his sleeping children and mused. Whether his love would wake was terribly uncertain.