Summary: Darth Vader raised the twins. What if Padme lived
and one day she comes back? Oh yeah, and we're assuming he
never fell into a lava pit which means he only where's the
outfit, no mask.
A/n: Sometimes I'll refer to him as Darth and other times as Anakin.
Prologue
Darth Vader watched as the woman approached him. She was obviously one of his wife's handmaids. They were probably sent by Padme to try to convince him to return to the jedi order. It was all shit if you asked him.
The nervous maid avoided looking at him directly when she came within distance of him. She was only doing this because it was the order of her late mistress. She was horrified of her mistress's husband.
"Sir," she started out.
"Save it and I might let you live," said Darth in his best intimidating voice.
"Sir, I have come bringing horrible news. Padme is dead," she said.
She could see the pain flicker across the man's face.
"What concern is it to me? Leave right now and your children might live," said Darth Vader.
"She's gone and has two children. What do you want me to do with them," asked the handmaid.
At this Anakin couldn't keep his expression placid. He had two children? How on earth had this gotten by him? He hadn't known.
"What do you expect me to do? Do you honestly think I have the time to be keeping up with two children, who aren't even mine," asked Anakin hoping the maid would agree with him.
"But, sir, they are yours," said the maid.
Anakin couldn't believe the nerve of this woman. Padme had once told him that the handmaidens would do anything for her. Well, she hadn't been kidding. Anakin just wondered if being killed for her was included.
"I don't have any children," said Darth.
"Do you remember the miscarriage," asked the maid.
Anakin's eyes turned to pure anger. She had hid this from him? She had told him the baby had died? Who the hell did she think she was?
"So she lied. I see. Well, who is taking care of the children right now? Can they not still take care of the children," asked Anakin in a cold voice.
"They can. My mistress has just died. Her wish was that you take care of them. She thinks they can bring the good out in you," said the maid.
"How amusing!"
Anakin would have continued his rant if he hadn't heard the cry. He noticed for the first time that the woman carried a bundle. He stepped closer and removed the blanket off their heads.
"DA- DA," asked Luke.
Little Luke looked up at Anakin. His whole hand grasped one of Anakin's gloved fingers.
"Wow," said Anakin.
"So, will you take them. I must go," said the maid.
"Whoa, where are you going? You can't honestly expect me to take care of two children by myself. I mean, there is no way I am changing their diapers. And when they cry, then what am I supposed to do," asked Anakin.
He looked a bit overwhelmed.
"You will know what to do. You are Anakin Skywalker," said the maid.
"That name has no meaning for me," said Anakin.
"One day it will. I must go sir," said the maid.
She placed the bundle in Anakin's arms and walked off.
Then both children started wailing.
"I'm cursed," said Anakin.
*********
"And then what? What will happen when they get older? What will the three of you become, the Brady bunch," asked Palpatine.
It was more than obvious he was less than thrilled. No, he wanted to kill both of them. He wasn't going to have anyone stand in his way, much less two four-year-old children.
"I am more powerful than you. You know I can destroy you. You will not touch these children," said Anakin.
"What's going to happen to them when they get older. They are an example of the week Jedi," said Palpatine.
"No, they are example of the strong dark side," said Anakin.
"No, they will be your undoing. They are your weakness," said Palpatine.
"No, they will be the fall of everything we are against. I will train them to be like us," said Anakin.
Palpatine didn't like this idea at all, but who was he to pass up a good offer?
A/n: Sometimes I'll refer to him as Darth and other times as Anakin.
Prologue
Darth Vader watched as the woman approached him. She was obviously one of his wife's handmaids. They were probably sent by Padme to try to convince him to return to the jedi order. It was all shit if you asked him.
The nervous maid avoided looking at him directly when she came within distance of him. She was only doing this because it was the order of her late mistress. She was horrified of her mistress's husband.
"Sir," she started out.
"Save it and I might let you live," said Darth in his best intimidating voice.
"Sir, I have come bringing horrible news. Padme is dead," she said.
She could see the pain flicker across the man's face.
"What concern is it to me? Leave right now and your children might live," said Darth Vader.
"She's gone and has two children. What do you want me to do with them," asked the handmaid.
At this Anakin couldn't keep his expression placid. He had two children? How on earth had this gotten by him? He hadn't known.
"What do you expect me to do? Do you honestly think I have the time to be keeping up with two children, who aren't even mine," asked Anakin hoping the maid would agree with him.
"But, sir, they are yours," said the maid.
Anakin couldn't believe the nerve of this woman. Padme had once told him that the handmaidens would do anything for her. Well, she hadn't been kidding. Anakin just wondered if being killed for her was included.
"I don't have any children," said Darth.
"Do you remember the miscarriage," asked the maid.
Anakin's eyes turned to pure anger. She had hid this from him? She had told him the baby had died? Who the hell did she think she was?
"So she lied. I see. Well, who is taking care of the children right now? Can they not still take care of the children," asked Anakin in a cold voice.
"They can. My mistress has just died. Her wish was that you take care of them. She thinks they can bring the good out in you," said the maid.
"How amusing!"
Anakin would have continued his rant if he hadn't heard the cry. He noticed for the first time that the woman carried a bundle. He stepped closer and removed the blanket off their heads.
"DA- DA," asked Luke.
Little Luke looked up at Anakin. His whole hand grasped one of Anakin's gloved fingers.
"Wow," said Anakin.
"So, will you take them. I must go," said the maid.
"Whoa, where are you going? You can't honestly expect me to take care of two children by myself. I mean, there is no way I am changing their diapers. And when they cry, then what am I supposed to do," asked Anakin.
He looked a bit overwhelmed.
"You will know what to do. You are Anakin Skywalker," said the maid.
"That name has no meaning for me," said Anakin.
"One day it will. I must go sir," said the maid.
She placed the bundle in Anakin's arms and walked off.
Then both children started wailing.
"I'm cursed," said Anakin.
*********
"And then what? What will happen when they get older? What will the three of you become, the Brady bunch," asked Palpatine.
It was more than obvious he was less than thrilled. No, he wanted to kill both of them. He wasn't going to have anyone stand in his way, much less two four-year-old children.
"I am more powerful than you. You know I can destroy you. You will not touch these children," said Anakin.
"What's going to happen to them when they get older. They are an example of the week Jedi," said Palpatine.
"No, they are example of the strong dark side," said Anakin.
"No, they will be your undoing. They are your weakness," said Palpatine.
"No, they will be the fall of everything we are against. I will train them to be like us," said Anakin.
Palpatine didn't like this idea at all, but who was he to pass up a good offer?
