AN: this first chapter is from "Princess of the Dust". Next one is new. Warnings:

Parent Darth Vader Darth Vader's A+ parenting Slavery Limb removal Crack Treated Seriously Very confused twins Obi-Wan Kenobi Dies Force Choke Fear Of Rape/Non-Con Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse luke and leia need a hug No Incest Implied/Referenced Torture Suicidal Thoughts

Chapter 1

It was the first time that Princess Leia had touched him. During the interrogation Vader had come close to touching her, but had not touched her with his own flesh. The cybernetics that made up his arms were good enough for everyday work, but the Force didn't move through them like it did through his skin; through his real body. But there, there with Moff Tarkin gloating about his great weapon, watching as a planet exploded, she moved back in horror. Vader's hand was on her shoulder, and she brushed his side. And even through the material that made up this shell that kept his body alive, she managed to touch him. And something happened, he felt something in the Force... Vader knew there was something. But what was this? She felt so... familiar. Familiar somehow but yet a stranger. The Force told him something significant, but, as usual, everything was clouded and murky. The Force didn't speak to him as it used to. Only through darkness, through gloom, and slowly as if it was having difficulty reaching him. Anger, rage, hatred- that part of the Force Vader could access easily and often, but this, this... softer side- that was something that required concentration. Meditation. So, Vader returned Princess Leia to her cell and went to his meditation room.

Taking off his helmet in the only place he could, Darth Vader started to meditate. For once not meditating on his anger or rage or resentment at his position as the dog of his Master. But instead meditating just to touch the Force. To question it; to see what this mysterious feeling was. It was not a surprise, exactly, that Princess Leia was sensitive to the Force. It explained her unusual resistance to his interrogation. But it was a surprise that her Force presence felt so familiar. And yet, even as he reached out, Vader never expected what he found.

-000-

Leia had watched helplessly as her planet was destroyed. Locked in her tiny cell, she couldn't help but contemplate her fate. She heard footsteps coming towards the door and knew that her end was near. The footsteps stopped at her prison cell. Princess Leia stood, anxious and afraid but hiding it as best she could. Grand Moff Tarkin had told her that she was to be executed. Leia knew it was coming. It was the best she could expect. At least she wouldn't be tortured for more information; information that they could use against the Rebellion. But how could the Rebellion fight against this, this horror of a weapon?

Leia swallowed hard as the door opened. Two white-armored stormtroopers grabbed her arms and wrenched her from the cell. Leia was honestly surprised that they didn't cuff her as well. They led her down the halls. She knew that she was walking to her doom, but she felt little. She was so empty now. Empty of tears, empty of hope- just done. And so, when they went up the elevator instead of down, she could only spare some hint of curiosity. The elevator stopped, and Leia was escorted down another hallway. This one was decorated; it had artwork on the walls. Where was this? They frog-marched her down the hall and to a door. The door had a plaque with a name. The name Darth Vader.

The stormtroopers opened the door with a quick input of a code. The doors hissed open, and Leia was greeted with the view of a bedroom suite. A very sterile, cold-looking bedroom indeed. A large bed on one side, a table and chair on another, an odd-looking bench along one wall, and a large holoprojector in the far corner. There was a narrow doorway, clearly for the refresher. Then another doorway- far larger than any door should be in a bedroom suite. The stormtroopers practically dragged her into the room, her legs numb and head spinning. This was not what she had expected. Not an execution room or a torture chamber at all. This… Where was she? In Vader's quarters? How, why, what was this? The stormtroopers released her arms and she stood in the middle of the room looking about her in absolute confusion.

"What is going on? Where am I?" Leia managed to get out, her throat tight.

The stormtroopers seemed not to react, but she could hear from under one of their helmets a sinister snicker. The stormtroopers started towards the exit and she half reached out a hand to bring them back.

"Please," she implored, "tell me why I'm here!"

The snickering stormtrooper scoffed, turning his head slightly as the two men reached the door.

"You're Lord Vader's toy now," he said derisively as the door slid quietly shut.

The lock snicked into place and Leia was left, speechless, in the bedroom.

Unconsciously, her hand covered her mouth. What had he said? Already overwhelmed with the loss of everyone she loved, everyone she had known from childhood, her entire planet gone in an instant, and now… a fate worse than death? Or a prolonged, agonizing death at best? Left in Darth Vader's quarters. Lord Vader, the Emperor's Assassin, the giant evil monster in black...

Leia stumbled over to the chair, sinking into it out of habit more than conscious thought. She stared at the long, wide, gray-sheeted bed and her hands shook. It couldn't be. He, he wouldn't. Darth Vader was more machine than man, surely? No one had ever seen him with his helmet off. No one had even seen his skin. Some suspected he was a droid. But, but this? He couldn't possibly want her for his… pleasure. No, it was too much. It was, it was…

The door hissed open and Leia flinched, almost ready to fling herself under the table- as little protection as that would be. But it was just a protocol droid, silver and glistening, clattering its way into the room holding a tray of food.

"Food for the Princess," it said mechanically.

The machine set the food down on the table and then clattered its way back out without a moment's pause. The door shut and locked behind the droid before Leia could even form a response. Leia sat frozen in her chair, her eyes darting from the door to the tray of food and then back again. This, this was real. This was happening. She was eating at Darth Vader's table in Darth Vader's quarters.

It was some time before Leia could bring herself to actually eat. The food had long since lost its warmth, but it had been quite a while since she'd been fed. She hadn't eaten since before Vader had interrogated her. The ominous black droid hovering behind the even darker and more ominous then the man. The droid had injected her with truth serum and Vader, that monster, had somehow held her immobile. Her body powerless to move- even her finger unable to so much as twitch. Yet he had never touched her, his hand hovering in the air just an arm's length away. Leia could remember little of what actually happened. He asked her many questions, demanded her compliance. But she fought him. She knew she had, for they had obviously not acquired the information they wanted. But what a price! What a price she had paid. The end of everything.

Now it looked as if even that was not punishment enough. What would he do? What was this? What more could he possibly want from her? Leia stood, hesitantly investigating the large door, but it too was locked. She went into the fresher and attempted to clean away the dried tears, to splash her face with the cold, icy water and bring some kind of clarity to this new twist. She rubbed her damp hands down her stained and tattered white dress. She brought her hands up to her hair, smoothing the braid that she had plaited and plaited again as she waited, anxious and hopeless, in her cell. Her trembling hands went to tidy the braid once again, but fell before she made any alterations. Leia looked at her sunken eyes in the mirror. Why bother? Why bother with any of it? Maybe, maybe it was time to find an end to herself. To throw herself off the proverbial cliff.

All this pain. There was no escape now, she knew. No one would come for her. The only hope Leia had is that maybe she could find something in this room to do the deed, or perhaps she could anger one of the stormtroopers enough… But no, no they would not dare to harm her now. Not now that she was Lord Vader's… toy. A shudder ran through her. His toy. What a horrifying thought. How would she survive this? Did she want to survive this? The answer to both questions was no. No, she didn't want to survive. No, she wouldn't survive. She couldn't even fight back, not against Darth Vader's mysterious power. Not even against just his physical strength. Without a weapon, without even the protection of her people, without her station as an ambassador and princess… Princess of the dust, now. Let him do what he would. Let it be over. And then maybe, in some twisted form of mercy on Vader's part, Leia could move on to be with the rest of her people, to the quiet darkness of death.

-000-

Darth Vader was nervous. It felt unfamiliar. He had not been nervous in a long, long time. He was the lord of all he surveyed; subject to only his Master's will and no one else's. And yet, if what the Force had whispered in his ear was the truth, he had found more than he ever bargained for. His child. Padmé's child. Palpatine had lied to him. The child had survived, somehow, and now he had his daughter, his daughter, and she was here. And he... He had questioned her. He had forced her to give up all the secrets that he could. But now Leia's ability to block him as he forced his way into her mind was no longer surprising. She had his Force in her. His genes, his make-up. Of course she would be strong. Of course she would be stubborn. Of course she would speak up when anyone else would remain silent. How could he not recognize her? How could he have been so blind?

Lord Vader strode down the hallway, stormtroopers pressing themselves against the walls in order to get out of his way, to draw no attention from the notoriously volatile man with the power to both cause and elude death. Darth Vader came to a stop just outside his quarter's doors, dismissing the guards with a wave of his hands. If he could have, Vader would have taken a deep breath to steady himself. Instead, he clenched and unclenched his fists, the leather gloves creaking quietly under the strain.

-000-

The door hissed opened and Princess Leia stood, the chair scraping the floor with a screech as she quickly came to her feet.

He was here at last. Vader. Leia felt what little color she had drain from her face, her hands and feet numbing as her shallow breaths sped up.

Darth Vader revealed nothing of what he was thinking as the door shut and locked behind him; the eyes of his mask as soulless and as dark as the rest of his form. As he stepped further into the room Leia backed away, keeping the table between them. He paused and the silence lingered for long moments, broken only by Vader's grinding breaths. At last, Leia spoke.

"Why am I here?" she asked, internally cringing at the tremor in her voice. She drew herself up and almost growled out the next question. "What more do you want from me?"

Vader said nothing, merely tilting her head slightly as if contemplating her.

Leia opened her mouth to say something more. To demand answers. To insist he release her. Then a wave of fatigue and hopelessness flowed over her. Who was she to demand anything at this point? She was as good as dead to everyone that mattered. Possibly even to Tarkin. The distain Vader felt towards the Moff was obvious, and she could just imagine the pleasure Vader would take in denying his foe the victory of her execution.

Vader stepped closer, moving around the table, and Leia moved back in turn, her heart leaping into her throat as she encountered the wall. She pressed her hands against the cold metal, the chill cutting through the thin material of her dress enough to cause her to shiver. Or maybe it was not the cold that made her body shake. Maybe it was the portentous, measured way that Vader came near, his dominating presence inescapable.

He paused and looked over at the holoprojector. Vader reached up and unclasped his cape. Leia had no time to react as he tossed it over the machine, obviously using his powers to ensure the cape covered it completely. He faced her once again, if anything looking more threatening without the minute bit of softness the cape added to his imposing form. His wide shoulders and massive frame no longer hidden, Leia couldn't help but swallow hard, resisting the urge to cover her eyes like a terrified child.

Vader drew closer now, towering over her as she pressed herself into the wall, wishing she could just melt away. Everything in her screamed to move, to run, to escape somehow. But she was frozen. Almost as frozen as she had previously been in that invisible grip. All she could do was look away. Look anywhere but at him, pressing her cheek onto the cold wall in her desperate attempt to not see.

Gloved fingers brushed her cheek and Leia recoiled, pulling away with a gasp. She closed her eyes, her face turned down- anything to avoid him touching her again. The gloved fingers gripped her chin then, forcing her head up. Though not as rough as she had expected, Vader's grip was unyielding and Leia was forced to look up at him, her eyes opening wide as her heart thudded in her chest.

The lifeless mask stared down at her, his head still tilted to the side in that contemplative way. His other hand was braced against the wall, effectively trapping her.

Leia's thoughts ran wild. Vader was touching her. And not just to hold her back. She remembered the bruising grip on her shoulders as she watched her world fall apart. She remembered how that hard chest panel dug into her back while Moff Tarkin gloated. She remembered the rough growl of Lord Vader's breath rasping continually over her; a soundtrack to destruction.

Now, again, his breath rasped over her. But his hands no longer gripped her shoulders with bruising force. Vader's hand shifted and his thumb brushed over her cheek. Leia could not hold back as a tear escaped her eye, traitorously betraying her absolute fear.

It was all true, she knew now. He was a man beneath that mask. A terrible man who was planning on doing terrible things. She wondered in the back of her mind how many toys had been broken under him.

"Leia," he said, his modulated voice seeming to caress her name in the same way the cold metal wall caressed her back.

She shuddered, swallowing hard. It physically hurt to hear Vader use her name in that strangely soft way. She closed her eyes, yearning to pull away but still trapped by the unyielding hand on her chin.

"Open your eyes, my dear Leia," Vader said in that same metallically soft tone.

He could not. She would not let him call her 'my dear' anything. Leia opened her eyes, her rage overcoming her fear and helplessness. She jerked her head and he let go, allowing her the freedom to move her head, if nothing else.

"Don't call me that," she spat, once again meeting the mask's hollow eyes, "Never call me that! You will do what you wish with my body; I know I cannot do anything to stop you, but don't pretend you care for me in some twisted way!"

The rasp of his breathing stopped then, the silence echoing in the room.

Leia glared up at him, still trembling with a mixture of loathing and terror.

The growl of his breathing resumed and Vader abruptly took two steps back, almost stumbling. He stood, still and silent for long moments, and Leia almost thought she could see a tremor in his fisted hands. Then he moved again, striding quickly to that large door; opening it with a wave of his hands and disappearing into the darkness of that room. The doors shut and locked behind him as Leia looked on in bewilderment.

A wave of exhaustion rolled over her and she crumpled to the ground, finally covering her eyes as she had wanted to all along. Her muffled sobs rocked her body as her stomach twisted nauseatingly. Would this nightmare never end?

-000-

Darth Vader leaned heavily against his meditation chamber, the darkness hiding him. How had it all gone so wrong? How his daughter thought this? What kind of person, what kind of man, did she see him as? She knew his actions in battle of course, but how could she even think...

Vader's anger grew once again. How would she have fared with another man? What if it was Tarkin instead that took an interest in her? How would she have lived the rest of her days? Would she have lived the rest of her days? Vader knew the answer to that; no, she would have been executed, already dead, and at his orders no less. It was painful to even think about it, but what if she'd never touched him? What if he had never felt that little whisper in the Force? What if Padme's daughter, his daughter, had ended up like all the others? How would he have ever lived with himself?

How could he live with himself now? Now that he knew who Leia was, what she was to him. Vader had seen Padme's face in her, had seen the same glint of strength, of surety, of fear that Padme eyes held when he had… Now, now his hands felt stained and dirty and seared with shame; like he was dipped in the same fiery pit that had burned him all those years ago.

He had touched her. He had wanted to see her face, wanted her to look at him, wanted to see the look in her eyes when he told her of their relation. When he told Leia that he was her father. That she had a family now; that he had a family now. And somehow, someway, her thoughts had gone in an entirely different direction.

Darth Vader paused, cogitating. But how could Leia not make that assumption? It was perfectly logical from her point of view- with the limited information she had. She had no idea who he was, and even if the Force had spoken to Leia as it had to Vader, she was not trained enough to listen. Not trained at all. Then Vader had her brought to his quarters. His bedroom, no less. Leia was left there, alone, to come up with some reason her termination was postponed and she was brought to a man's quarters. And then Vader walked in with no idea of what to say; just the hope in his heart that finally, finally, something good has happened in his life.

But she had thought... She had thought… No, it was too much. It was too much to even think about what her thoughts must have been, what they still were. The horrified realization circled around his mind and the Force itself roiled around him, causing a cyclone in the still air of the ship. Vader's rage- at himself, at what she thought, at the Emperor lying to him- lashed out. He could hear things hitting the walls, hitting the meditation chamber, but he couldn't seem to shut it down- to find that deep, smoldering center. No, this was more than anger: this was grief, this was horror, this was a profoundly revolting feeling in his stomach. It was too much.

Now Vader had gone too far. How would he have ever redeemed himself in Leia's eyes? How could she ever see him as more than the monster that tortured her, that destroyed her home, and now a beast that she thought… She thought would rape her, torment her, would use her body to… His stomach churned and if he had been his old self, his fully human self, Vader undoubtedly would have vomited. Instead, his raspy breathing grew faster and faster as he braced himself against the wall, staring at the cold metal floor.

All the things flying about the room crashed heavily to the floor then. He still had to find his peace, had to center himself, before he could see her again. Vader could hear, now that it was eerily quiet, his breath, his heart beats almost drowning out Leia's sobbing. Even through the durasteel door he could hear her heartbreaking, her desperate, her hopeless tears- as if nothing could ever be well again.

All that Vader had left that was not hatred and anger and bitterness was a little kernel; a tiny, small spark, now roared up and demanded that Darth Vader would not crush her. He would not parade her. He would not drag her through the hell he had been through. Darth Vader would never break his Leia. He would build her, he would lift her, and she… She would rule both his heart and the Empire.