"Yes, Skywalker, I'm sorry but I had to obey Lord Vader." Ascaron noted.

"What are you doing here now? Finished spying for the Empire?" Luke sarcastically asked.

"Well, yes. But they demanded to know where you and Mara Jade were. I couldn't tell them, so I left."

Lord Vader said nothing as he looked at Luke; he was definitely his father's son, even if he were a bit shorter than he was. Anne ran to Luke and hugged him, "You look very handsome, Luke."

"Anne, you should be studying." Lord Vader declared.

"Yes, I know; but I had to see Luke."

"Return young one. You will see Luke later."

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a killjoy!" Anne projected as she added a slight whine in her communication.

"Anne Marie Skywalker, do not be defiant, go do as I have asked." Lord Vader ordered as he raised his voice.

"Bye Luke!" Anne ran out of the room and returned to her studies.

Luke rolled his eyes, "I'm really surprised she puts up with such an ornery, temperamental, Dark Lord of the Sith." Luke sarcastically replied.

"Ascaron go get something to eat and fix your ship, I will have another mission for you. Luke let's go." Lord Vader grabbed Luke's upper arm and followed Lord Vader into the training room.

Luke was thrown his lightsaber and was shocked when Lord Vader activated his blood red blade.

"No."

"Defend yourself."

"I am not going to fight you, I refuse."

Luke tossed his lightsaber onto the mat.

"You are unwise to lower your defenses."

"I am not going to fight you."

Luke avoided the dance that his father wanted him to partake.

Mara Jade saw Luke avoid Lord Vader's blade several rounds before she picked up her lightsaber and ignited the purple blade.

"Your father is an excellent swordsman, Luke. You could learn a lot from him." Mara Jade fought him and it was strange Luke couldn't sense any animosity from either of them. Even their lightsabers weren't on full power; if this was real battle Luke was certain that his father's lightsaber would be able to cut off limbs. Luke only sensed a slight sense of seriousness and even a bit of banter. Luke picked up his lightsaber and decided to join the fray. Lord Vader backed out and watched as Mara and Luke continued to fight. He gave bits of advice to the both of them, about proper balance, stance, blocking and sparring. Luke even felt his father's touch on his hands to show proper hold of the lightsaber. It first unnerved him to be so close to this infamous Dark Lord of the Sith.

Anne couldn't resist anymore, she loved sparring with both Mara and her father. Despite the earlier warning to study she ignited her own blade and stung Lord Vader in his backside. Luke and Mara Jade laughed hysterically falling down in fact rolling around on the mats as Lord Vader glared down at his daughter with his hands on his hips. Anne smiled sheepishly up at her father and knew that was in for a heavy scolding. But in a way it had been worth it, it broke up the tension and the now it seemed Luke had finally let his guard down around his heart and mind. Anne tried to remember this as she was escorted to her room by a rather indignant father and Sith Lord.

Luke and Mara continued laughing, "Did you see that she actually got the drop on him. Do you know how hard that is?"

"I can imagine." Luke laughed and then grew serious.

"He isn't going to hurt her is he?" Luke was concerned.

"No. He loves her, Luke. She'll be fine, I'm sure we will see her later."

Luke and Mara continued to talk as they lightly sparred. Once they finished, Mara showed him to the showers.

Anne was indeed scolded and heavily at that, she knew what was coming but she tried to put it off for as long as possible. Anne looked at him with sorrowful eyes, even let a few tears come out, but nothing ever changed his mind.

"To become a Jedi it takes a most serious mind, a sense of self-discipline, and control. It seems my dearest you lack in the self-discipline department rather shamefully. It is of my opinion that you need to learn to listen to those who are wiser than you. It is never wise to sting anyone in the backside with a lightsaber. A lightsaber is a tool that most always be treated with respect of its deadly power, you must learn this. Do you understand young one?"

"Yes, father I do."

Luke was sitting in his room meditating when he felt Anne's pain and her shame. He continued to follow the tendril of specific force energy, Lord Vader was spanking her. Not very hard but not exactly gently either, enough to make a point and Anne was laid gently on her bed. Luke sighed, her sacrifice would not be in vain, he would learn from Lord Vader, whatever he wanted to teach him. He didn't truly sense any deceit from the Dark Lord, he wasn't entirely evil, but more along the lines of chaotic good. He wasn't pure either; he began to wonder if Lord Vader had ever been pure and innocent.

"No, my son, I've never been pure or innocent, even when I was a youngling." Lord Vader interrupted Luke's meditation as he entered the room and sat across the way from him.

"Show me, Lord Vader, make me understand, please." Luke pleaded.

"It will not be easy the visions I am about to show you, Luke. They are likely to disturb you greatly."

Luke nodded hesitantly but joined his father in meditation the beginning visions that he saw were very beautiful. He saw a young boy approximately nine years old looking at a young woman named Padmé. He saw Anakin win the pod race and his freedom. The young boy was crying as he left his mom. The tall Jedi master who spoke to him kindly; Qui-Gon was his name. He met a younger man named Obi-Wan without the beard.

Luke felt his father's pain and joy; he also saw the terrible night that his beloved mom, Shmi had died in his arms. He felt the rage, the sorrow, the fear take full control of him as he struck down all of the sand people in the entire village including women and children. Luke was sickened; this however would only be the beginning of his father's descent into darkness. He saw the day that Anakin and Padmé had married secretly; the start of the Clone Wars and the loss of Anakin's right arm, it being replaced with a metal cybernetic appendage. Luke watched with horror as the Sith Count Dooku was brutally decapitated. Anakin saving Obi-Wan, landing the General's ship, and then darkness taken a hold of Anakin as he knelt to the Emperor who promised to save his wife from death if he would join him. Anakin becoming Lord Vader, murdering all the Jedi including the younglings, going to Mustafar to wipe out the Separatists; his fateful duel with Obi-Wan; losing his legs and his other arm then being left for dead by his friend, his brother; Emperor Palpatine 'rescuing' him. While fully conscious and being told repeatedly that he must use his pain to make him stronger through the Force. That it was the Jedi's fault for maiming him and leaving him to die. Lord Vader rose and asked about Padmé, the Emperor lying to him saying that he murdered his own wife. The agony, the fear of loss, the hatred solidified him in the throes of the Dark Side. Luke was about to be overwhelmed, when Lord Vader showed him Anne, his savior, she had managed to poke a hole through his darkness and start him down the path of the light once again.

Luke didn't know what to do; he wanted to yell at his father but at the same time tell him that he loved him and wanted to be accepted by this man. Luke didn't know why he did it, but for some odd reason he felt that he had to do it.

Luke gently crawled into Lord Vader's lap felt the need to be hugged. Something felt very right to Lord Vader when he put his arms around the farm boy. The love he had for his son burst forth and it was the brightness of several suns beating down upon them. Luke at last had found his father, "Anakin Skywalker," inside the dark shadow of Lord Vader.

Author's Note: Okay, I know, I know; this chapter is painfully sappy, but the words and actions just flowed out of me. Thanks again for all those reviewed, I'm glad you are enjoying this story.—Darth Gladiator45