A/N: Hi and here we go again. First of all I want to thank you all for the positive reviews. I would like to write stories like this the whole day, but I just don't have the time to - school and things like this. Hope you'll understand. And now: Have fun!

Chapter 3

Lord Vader stood on board of the Executor watching the blue air around the emperor shimmering for a brief moment before the holoprojection finally disappeared. It had been quite difficult to give some rational reasons for his request to the emperor. He was a Dark Lord of the Sith – he shouldn't care anymore about "her"…and he also was the commander of the imperial navy. It was kind of extraordinary that he required something as trial as vacations from the galactic emperor. The Dark Lord still was not quite sure what had driven him to this unusually behaviour. But it was like the force wanted to tell him something for years. Something about "her". At first he tried shout these voices out, tried to ignore them as some kind of feedback of his former life. But these peculiar voices didn't fade out like he had hope they would, they became louder and louder every year. He just couldn't ignore them to any further extent any longer. Now he would finally follow them, certain that he was being led to something very important.

Padmé…As a Dark Lord he didn't know any feelings besides anger and hate, and yet the simple sound of her name made him feel uneasy. His blue eyes were focused and hardened, as he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Regret. Padmé Amidala had always been the one perfect being in this galaxy to him. The only thing which he'd had to lack even with all the power the dark side had offered him…until now.

Slowly he pushed a botton aside of the termial. "Captain Piett, take cours of Alderaan."

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Things were different now. Even after he'd prevented to lose Padmé two days earlier Bail Organa could already feel the change of his life like a cut through his heart. He still didn't know why she changed her mind after their conversation that night. But she did.

Now he could see her point. Her fears were real and he couldn't make them stop. Maybe it had been pity or some kind of locality for her husband… He didn't know.

Bail stood up and walked upstairs to Leia's room. It looked like a battlefield - as usual.

Leia and Winter, a little girl of her age, sat on the ground, plying some holo-racing-games.

"Yippie!" Leia screamed. "I'm on top of the high score list." She threw her little arms into the air and jumped around.

"Daddy! Look! Look! I'm on top of the high score list!" She smiled brightly.

"Wonderful angel. It seems like you're quite gifted." Leia sat down again and Bail could feel his pride vanishing. 

"Come on Winter. It isn't that difficult. I'll show you."

Quite gifted…he repeated in his mind. Vader was undoubtly the greatest battle pilot within the imperial navy. Did Leia achieve this ability from him?

And there it was…he started comparing his beloved daughter with single most feared man of the galaxy.

The thought was absurd. Like the idea that Padmé, a woman who could only be described as an true angel, had the child of a Sith Lord. Bail couldn't suppress a humourless laughter. The whole situation couldn't lack the irony within. Not for the first time Bail was haunted by the question why she'd married him in first place. Probably because of her pregnancy.

Bail had always love Amidala, long before there had been an Anakin in her life. But at that time she had been too young to love. She lived only for her profession. The help and support she gave to planet and her people hat been her life and the few times he tried to get near to her she had refused his kindness, so he had decided to wait.

He was helpless as he saw Anakin and Padmé for the first time. This young Jedi must have used some kind of Jedi mind-trick upon her. She giggled like a teenager and didn't behave like the queen or the senator he learnt to know so well. Later on he realized that she'd just fell in love with the boy and that the regless laughing Padmé, was the Padmé of her true self, while he only loved the queen, which would be the perfect match for a king, and not the girl. Still his crush on Amidala never really vanished… every time he saw her, his heart seems to jump and his head became jaded. 

After Anakin's death he had seen his opportunity to make things right again.

He didn't really remember how he could have managed to bring up the courage to ask her. But she had said "yes" to his propose, so many years ago. That had been the most wonderful day in his life.

Amidala was the light of his life, since that day.

He didn't know how exactly "their" relation had been. And he wouldn't ask her either.

She was here…here with him. And this was all that matters to him.

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A DAY LATER

ALDERAAN (MORNING)

Lord Vader moved across the everlasting gardenparks like a vicious animal desperately searching for something to fulfil his needs. The three moons slowly disappeared, giving in to the dominance of the sun, while his grotesque shadow moved towards the castle with long, powerful strikes.

He looked back to the metallic shuttle, still feeling haunted by doubts. He hadn't inform the Bail Organa about his visit yet, for several reason. But mostly because of his none existing determination. No there was no turning back this time. He had to face his destiny. It was meant to be his last adversity towards the dark side. To long he had fooled himself with negligence. He had to get rid of this weak spot within him, torturing his very soul. He finally had to destroy Anakin Skywalker.

****

Leia took the hydro spanner into her tiny hand. She desperately tried to modify the little cleaning droid, which was responsible for the chaos into her room. Her father wouldn't be very happy if he would find out about this. This droid wasn't her first try anyway. There had been several droid in the last few months, in some cases they worked better than before afterwards, in others it had simply be impossible to fix them again. But there had always been a punishment: A princess doesn't act like a mechanic! Just look at you!

Afterwards she always promised to behave properly. With didn't meant she actually did as she had promised she would…

Leia just changed the working times. She worked all night long, so that no one would notice the next morning. She just took the motivator, as Dormé knocked at her door and remind her of the breakfast.

Boodow! How in seven sith hells she could possibly clean her hands this fast? They were full of oil and grease, which didn't look like they'd like to disappear with simple water. 

Leia rushed to the sop, which looked inviting, but never the less the dirt finally won the battle.

Reluctantly Leia went downstairs into the kitchen and sat down, her hands carefully hide behind her back, so neither her mother nor father could see the mess. Leia just starred at the meal in front of her, trying not to meet their parents gaze.

"Aren't you hungry, darling? " Padmé asked worriedly.

„I'm not hungry." Leia repeated simply, but her traitorous stomach growled loudly.

Winter, Leia's best friend, smiled brightly from the other side of the big desk. She already had a clue of why Leia refused to eat.

„What is it Leia?" Bail ordered and Queen Amidala looked a bit angry at her daughter.

"Show me your hands!" Leia looked from Bail to Padmé, searching for some kind of support, of one of her parents. Then Leia hesitated for full two minutes and stretched out her hands unwillingly.

Padmé sighed and Bail became boiled with anger. „Go into your room and stay there for as long as you don't want to change your manners, young lady! "

Leia felt tears in her eyes, no she wouldn't cry in front of her parents or her friend. She wasn't a child anymore. „That's not fair! I don't want to behave like this! "she screamed.

"You are a princess. Learn to behave like one!" Bail Organa lost his temper.

Leia could stand this any longer. "I hate you! Both of you!" she screamed, turned around and ran away.

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Leia hurried as fast as she could over to the grand entrance of the palace and outside to the gardens. It didn't really matter to her where exactly she was running to, as long as it was far away from her parents.

She didn't stop running until she finally reached the round fountain inside of one of the smaller, unspectacular and more personal corners of the gardenparks. Most of the people only were interested in the big, imposing main gardens, but Leia always liked her privacy within these little four green walls. First and foremost while she was crying. Now that she could be sure that no one would see her, she finally gave in into her tears.

Lord Vader unexpectedly stopped as he hared the sobbing of someone nearby. How could he possibly have been distracted like this that he acually "heared" something before he "feet" it. He slowly reached out with the force. It was a female presence. Right behind the green wall next to him.

Vader froze in shock and had to fight to breathe for a second as a walk around she corner and looked at the child before him. Padmé…

The girl was the perfect mirror of his former wife:, Long brown cuerly hair, rosy cheeks and a kind of inosense burned inside her large brown eyes, he already forgot about.

"Who are you?" she little gril asked trying to hide her tears, as if they would be the only thing to worry about. The question knocked Vader off guard. Normally children feared him. Hiding behind their partens legs and this little gril started inergorating him!

"…And how did you find me?" she started again, a irritated that her hiding place had been discovered so easyly. And there she stood: calmly, chin up, defiant, her face calm, waiting for an answer.

"You found me." The dark lord heard himself answer, as if he were in a dream. "It was your calling." Now he finally he meet the cause of all his fears and suffering. His daugther…

To be continuted.

AN: Any comments? Like it? Hate it? Please let me know and review.

I'm really not sure how to continue: Vader taking his daughter and leaving Alderaan?

Or: Vader's turning because of his daughter? What about Bail and Padmé? (I wrote me into a really complicated story …)

 What would you like to read? I'm writing to entertain ;o)