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Disclaimer: Don't own Star Wars or the X-men's powers, but I do own Elena. SO SUE ME!

A Clear-up Before We Go Any Further: I just want to remind everyone that this is going to be a AU story, so I doubt somewhat that I'll be following the events of the orignal trilogy.

Chapter 16 already? boy, time sure flies.

Palpatine: Yeah, so hurry up and get on with it!

Shut up, you evil person!

Palpatine: Hey, I'm the ruler of the galaxy!

And I'm the writer of this fanfic, so shut up before I send you to clean the Jedi temple with a toothbrush!

Palaptine: Oh no!

The school tour finally came to the private hangar bay, where all the old starships were housed. The class was oohing and aahing over the whole entire thing.

Elena zoned out for most of it, since she had seen these ships dozens of times, but as she trailed behind the group, and the group stopped to talk about another ship, something caught her eye.

She glanced at it, narrowing her eyes, and slowly walked over to it to get a better view. Her jaw dropped when she saw a Nubian starfighter resting there. But not any ordinary fighter. It was not yellow. It was a beautiful burgundy, and shone under the lights, seeming to have been freshly painted. Elena noticed a small datapad hanging off the side, walked up to it, and looked at the note written on it.

Elena, since I know how much you love this starfighter, I decided to give you one and paint it the color you wanted. You will be a fabulous pilot, just as I am, and I will try to teach you more. Other than some misplaced cables, which can easily be fixed, the fighter is in perfect condition for flying. I know I haven't said this before, but I am very proud of you, my daughter. I am glad that I have a chance to be a father.

Lord Darth Vader

Two tears rolled down Elena's face as she stared, awe-stricken, at the note which her father had left her. "He does care about me," she said softly, and wiped her eyes. Sniffling, she placed the note back where it had been and carefully inspected the fighter. She ran her hand down the side, loving the smooth and shiny feel of it.

"Elena Skywalker, what have I said before!" Miss Darcin said harshly, "Nothing is to be touched here! These are extremely old and rare ships, and are not to be touched! I am very disappointed in you!"

Elena sighed and said, "Sorry, Miss Darcin. I won't do it again." She took her hand off the fighter and stepped back, admiring it.

"No, you won't," Miss Darcin said angrily, "And just because you have disobeyed a direct order, you will not be finishing this tour with us. You will stay in the front hall until we have finished our tour, and then we will go back to school. You are not to move, fidget, or touch anything else, am I understood?" she demanded.

Elena nodded miserably.

"Good," Miss Darcin went on, "Come now class, let's continue our tour." They left Elena behind at the main hall, with Mara, Keira, and Bece giving her sad looks.

She shrugged, and as soon as the tour had moved onwards, she stood up, stretched, and hopped onto the steps, a book in hand. She pulled out her cookie and munched on it quietly, enjoying her quiet time.

Vader walked into the main hall about twenty minutes later and suddenly noticed Elena sitting on the stairs, reading by herself. He walked up to her and said, "Why are you not in school, Elena?"

She glanced up at him and shrugged again. "I am. I was in a tour of the palace with my history class, and since I touched my brand new Nubian fighter, I was told to stay here and not touch anything. You'll probably be getting a note from my teacher," she grinned at the irony of it all.

Vader found this very amusing, and let out a sound that Elena took to be a laugh. She enjoyed seeing him laughing for a change, and giggled along with him.

I haven't felt this good in years... Vader thought wistfully. I can't remember the last time I actually laughed.

"Do any of the teachers know to whom you are related to?" he finally asked after they had both calmed down a bit.

She shook her head. "Nope, it's still a bit secret," she assured him, smiling.

"And how do you like your new starfighter?" Vader questioned, "I hope you like the color."

"Oh man, it's the best ever!" she exclaimed, "I couldn't ask for a better or cooler birthday present! Thank you so much!" She stood up and hugged him, to which he returned.

"Some things need to be fixed, but if you want to, when I am not on duty sometime, we could work on them," Vader offered, knowing what the answer would be.

"Oh yeah! So totally!" she said excitedly, "That would be awesome!"

Vader didn't reply, but slowly put one of his gloved hands forward, and stroked Elena's hair for a second. "I could not ask for a better daughter," he said emotionally, "I don't know what I would do without you, Elena."

She smiled, love for him bursting in her heart. "I don't know what I would have done without you either, Father," she grinned, for once saying his title the way he wanted it.

"That's more like it," Vader nodded, and brought his hand back behind him again.

Elena nodded in assent and replied, "What ever you want, Dad." She smirked at him cheekily.

"I give up," Vader retorted dryly.

"Yeah, me too," Elena grinned, and hopped off the steps.

Vader turned around to face her. "So, how much have you been practicing your lightsaber moves I taught you?" he asked her.

"Every time I get the chance," she said, "And they're getting a lot easier to master."

"And your meditation and Force skills?"

"Same thing."

"Good," Vader nodded, quite pleased. "At least you have not acquired the impatience that I have."

Elena rolled her eyes. "Hey, do you think we could practice some moves now?" she asked. "I can go get my lightsabers, and you already have yours."

"But that would take too long," Vader insisted, "The combat room is on the other side of the..." he didn't get to finish his sentence, as Elena had suddenly teleported to the training room, leaving a puff of blue smoke. Vader sighed.

Well, that was that chapter. Sniff. Sniff.

Palpatine: Oh get a life, you emotional person!

Somewhere you need to be right now?

Palpatine: Erm, no... not at the moment...

Well then I can give you something to do right now. GO! (Hands him a bucket with a mop and soaking water in it)

Palpatine: Blast!

Well, hope you liked that chapter! I ONCE AGAIN DOTH COMMANDE YE TO REVIEW! He he he, let's hear the Emperor say that. Oh wait, he can't, he's too busy mopping. HA!