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Chapter 11

Vader and Elena got to their speeder and drove home, Vader driving exceedingly quickly.

"Father," Elena started uncertainly, not sure if she should ask the question or not.

Vader turned his helmet towards her for a second. "Yes, Elena?"

"Um, what happened to my mother?" she asked quietly, fingering her cast. There. It's out.

Vader stiffened instantly, causing Elena to cringe. He made no answer for a minute, simply breathing. "I killed her," he finally stated flatly.

Elena stared at him. "You... you what?" she said haltingly, not wanting to believe him.

"The Emperor told me that in my rage, I killed her," Vader continued, rather sadly, Elena thought.

"But what happened?"

Vader sighed. "I grew angry with her because I thought she was with Obi-Wan, and I choked her. I never wanted to hurt her, but I felt betrayed. I didn't know what I was thinking, and I know I shouldn't have," he said bitterly. She'll probably hate me now.

He got one of the greatest surprises yet when he felt a smaller hand rest on his shoulder. "It's okay, Dad," Elena said quietly. "I just wish I could have known her."

"I wish so, too, Elena. She had most of your traits."

"What was she like?"

"She... had curly soft brown hair, light brown eyes, petite, and was very beautiful," Vader explained, "Her name was Padmé Amidala, and she was a Senator of the old Galactic Republic. She was stubborn, strong-willed, and extremely independent, just like you, but she was also one of the kindest people I have ever met."

Elena nodded. "Hm, well, if she was so influential, rich, and beautiful, then you must have been a really handsome catch," she said, trying to bring humor to the conversation.

Vader glanced at her. "I wasn't that bad," he admitted.

"Well, I have to say, I'm not sure that I trust the Emperor to tell the truth," Elena remarked, "I mean, he could have been lying to you."

"Why would he do that?" Vader questioned.

Elena shrugged. "I don't know, it just seems like he was purposely trying to fuel your anger, make you hate yourself. Eh, maybe I'm just guessing," she finished lamely.

Vader said nothing, but thought about what she had said.

They finally arrived back at the palace and met Jenson in the hall. "Elena, whoa! I heard about your fall, are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

Elena laughed, glad that he was concerned about her. "Yeah, never better, Jen," she replied, "Just a few scrapes, that's it."

The other raised an eyebrow. "Well, then why are you in a wheelchair with two casts on?" he said, suspicious.

"Because she is a very stubborn young lady, and refuses to admit that she has a broken arm and knee," Vader spoke up, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Elena scowled at him. "I. Am. Fine!" She protested in annoyance, glaring up at him.

Vader sighed. "No, you are not fine, Elena," he retorted, "You need to get some rest or else your injuries will never heal. Private," he turned to Jenson, and began to speak with him about additional plans for security.

As the two adults were talking, Elena suddenly felt a slight tingling in her bones, and felt them– was it possible? – molding back together. Her eyes widened, and she moved her broken arm quickly; there was no more pain. Glancing at her father, who was in deep conversation with Jenson, she slowly drew out the claw on her index finger and cut the cast off. She then tried to move her arm again, and she felt fine. She leaned down and cut the cast off her knee as well, and slowly stood up. Again, there was no pain.

"Whoa," she began, but then quickly sat down before Jenson saw her. That wouldn't be a very good idea, she reasoned, and put the casts back on, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Vader finished talking with Jenson and pushed Elena back to her room. To his great surprise, she instantly hopped up onto her feet, ripped the two casts off, and said, "Phew! At least that's over." She then went over to her laptop and began to check her emails.

"Elena, I thought you had broken limbs," Vader stated, not sure what to make of the situation.

She glanced back at him. "Uh, I did," she replied. "But not anymore. They healed, or molded back together. I'm fine now." She turned back to the screen.

"What do you mean, they molded?" Vader demanded.

Elena sighed quickly, turned her chair towards him, and put her hands together. "OK, it's like this," she began. "You know how I can copy any of the comic book superhero's powers, right?"

"Yes..." Vader replied slowly, wondering where this was going to lead to.

"Well," Elena continued, "There are two characters, called Logan, or Wolverine, and Lady Deathstrike. They have this ability to heal amazingly fast, even with breaks or sprains. And very deep gashes. Or cuts. Or something of that sort," she explained. "But breaks take a bit longer to heal, and by bones just molded back together, just like Wolverine's can. That's about it."

Vader mused on this for a minute. "So," he said, slowly pacing around the room, "If you got hurt by say, a blaster, you would heal quickly?"

"Almost instantly," Elena confirmed.

Vader glanced at her. "Hmm, very well," he finally replied, "You can go back to doing... well, whatever you were doing. But what is the Emperor going to say if he sees something like this happen? He is not a stupid man."

"But he's an old, wrinkled, and deformed one," Elena muttered, staring at her computer screen.

Vader sighed. "I give up," he said dejectedly, "You will never show my master respect, will you?"

Elena turned to him, eyeing him hard. "Has the Emperor ever shown you respect?" she asked him, raising her eyebrows.

Vader had no reply.

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