Disclaimer: Kenobi is owned by Disney, as well does Star Wars. Oh, and George Lucas and LucasFilms LTD.

Author's Note: So I have a story called when you were mine, which is in AU set seven years after ROTS when Vader finds Leia, but when writing it, I kept thinking 'but what if Reva gives Leia to Vader' and ngl, this is why we're here now. I'm excited for Part IV and hope that we see Vader and Leia meet officially, but I guess, for the time being, I'm playing a game called: How Many Vader finds Leia AUs can I write before I'm stopped!


Leia followed the dark-clad woman down the pathway. A feeling whispered at the base of her skull, the hair on her neck standing on end: Don't trust her. Run. Run!

Leia made the attempt, but the woman grabbed her roughly by the collar, pinning her arms to her sides. "Oh, princess, if only you'd have behaved."

Then everything went dark.

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Leia awakes with a groan. Her head pounds and the dim white lights are too bright. When she goes to shield her eyes, she finds her arms are restrained to a chair.

She forces her eyes open and looks around wildly, gasping. She is in a dimly lit room, and it's too dark to see how big it is. Disoriented, she looks down to see her arms and legs strapped down and she pulls at her restraints, trying and failing to break free, but she can't and she flops back, wishing to reach for Lola.

Looking up into the darkness, she thinks of Ben and hopes he's safe.

She thinks of the force, of how it felt when she floated back to earth. She thinks she's felt it before. Sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she can see things before they happen. She has flashes of a woman with sad, brown eyes that look like hers, and the woman reaches for her. When she's afraid, she thinks of her. Of what would have happened if she could've been touched by her, as if she were an angel.

Tears stream from her eyes, the longer she waits. She thinks of her dad, her mother, and her planet, and she thinks of the parents she never knew. She imagines her mother. She thinks the angel might've been her mother. She knew Ben knew her, and that Leia reminds him of her. Then she thinks of her dad. She hopes he would've been kind and brave, like Ben.

Time passes, but with no windows, she has no clue how long it is until the door opens, but when it does she wishes it never had.

It's a subdued feeling of what she'd felt in the village. A coldness overcomes her, and she thinks of how faint Ben had been. Leia shivers, cringing away from the cold malice, but the worst part is the noise. It reminds her of the scuba suit she'd used when her father brought her to Mon Calamari.

When the door closes, the masked creature doesn't move toward her. Instead, he stands in the shadows, like a monster she had feared only a few years ago.

Leia holds back her tears. She won't show weakness or fear. She'd make her family proud, Ben proud. He'd come for her. He wouldn't fail her!

The creature, however, seems to be staring at her, as if waiting. She can sense his cold fury, and he wonders what he's going to do to her.

"Where is Ben?" she asks, her voice hard, despite her fear for her friend. Had Tala saved him? Was he okay? Or… No! She wouldn't think about that.

"Obi-Wan is unfortunately not available for you, your highness," this man almost mocked. His voice was menacing, and it sent a shock of fear through her system.

He moved toward her, coming into the light and Leia gasped, despite herself.

He was huge, not just in height, which was far greater than hers, but in pure bulk. He was wide, with massive hands and a large mask and she grasped onto her vow: I won't show fear. I won't. I won't!

But she was afraid, beyond afraid. So much so, that she couldn't even stop the question tumbling from her lips, "Wh — what are you going to do to me?"

The creature tilted its head, and she sensed a smile from it. It wasn't the kind her dad would give her, the one he gave her before she'd run into the words a few days ago, but this held cold malice. It was full of bloodlust and fury, and she trembled before it. "You," he said slowly, his vocorder drawing out the syllables, "your highness, are going to help me greatly."

When he came by her side, however, he stopped. Looking down at her, she swore she heard a gasp or a sharp inhale, but it was hard to tell with the artificial breathing.

Then, with surprising gentleness, he grabs her face and tilts it towards his black-lensed eyes. She sees her fear reflected back from them and she tries to pull away, but he's strong and refuses to let go.

"Who are you?" he hisses at her.

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Letting Obi-Wan escape might've been crazy to most. Vader had spent ten years fantasizing about all the ways he'd kill his old master. He'd rethought their fight so many times, that he could recreate it from all angles with practice droids, had played out every single outcome, reflected on his failings, and thought of Obi-Wan suffering.

What he'd found on the outskirts of that pathetic village had been pitiful. It almost took the wind from his wings when he thought of killing that pathetic man, so full of fear and desperation, like a street rat from Tatooine, was almost an insult to his formidable power.

But still!

Vader smiled, thinking of the fire. Of how he'd raised the once powerful Jedi high above the ground, helpless and afraid, almost laughing at the high it had given him. Obi-Wan had been a council member. He had bested Anakin Skywalker, the one rumored to be The Chosen One, but he could now barely hold his blade.

Vader had controlled that fight. At any point, he could've killed the man, and he reveled in it, despite the disappointment.

He had displayed his power, and for once he wasn't bitter about the suit or what could've been because even as this creature, he had proven one thing to Obi-Wan: He had held him back.

He thinks of Tatooine, all those years ago, back when he'd slaughtered the sand people and had been in his step-families garage, fixing a power pack. Padmè had come in, and he finally said the one thing he'd thought for years since he was a new padawan: "It's all Obi-Wan's fault! He's holding me back!"

He remembers that anger. It had been ten years of frustration, of belittlement, of being held back in a split second of rage, and now he'd displayed to Obi-Wan just how powerful he was.

There are no strings on me, he'd lied, thinking of Windu and Yoda. He bared his teeth at the thought of those old fools.

Turning towards the detention chamber of his flagship, he smiles at the gift the third sister brought him. He had been right about one thing: Obi-Wan's suffering had just begun.

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Looking at the small princess, Vader feels his blood run cold.

He thinks of Padmè's niece, Ryoo, he thinks her name was. Leia and she could've been the same person with deliberate mistakes: Ryoo had looked like Padmè, and Leia does, too. Her eyes are brown, but in the shape of Anakin Skywalker's. He remembers the shape, he and his mother had shared so few physical features, but their cheeks and eye shape had always been the same, and this child has Shmi's cheekbones.

Her hair is brown, and he knows if he took down her braids there would be thick curls, like Padmè, and he can tell she is Force-sensitive.

"Who are you?" he hisses, almost angry at her. He could kill her for daring to look like Padmè, for looking like the child he once thought he'd have.

In the beginning, Vader thought of the child. He couldn't cry anymore, his eyes destroyed in the fire, but in a way, he had cried daily for that child. He'd think of how Padmè was sure they'd have a son, and while he didn't care, either way, all he wanted was for it and Padmè to be safe and healthy, but he wanted a daughter. He knew it had been a baby girl. He'd felt it one day, when she'd kicked his hand.

He, then, thinks of another memory: Padmè clutching her throat, begging him to spare her for their child. He remembers feeling the baby kick her mother's abdomen through the Force, fearing her life, needing her mother's breath. The memory sends a surge of hatred through him and the room shakes. The girl cries, wanting to protect herself from him, but she can't due to her restraints.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" he screams, the room shaking and she lets out another cry.

"Leia Organa!" she shouts, unsure what he wants. She's confused. He knew she was a princess, he had called her 'your highness'. She'd heard him! "Princess of Alderaan, the daughter of Queen Breha and Senator Bail Organa!"

"No," he hisses, sure of it. It's impossible. Padmè had died.

"But she was alive, I felt it!"

He clings to that, looking at Leia. Darth Vader had kept tabs on Senator Organa. Vader, as well as Sidious, were aware of his rebel dealings — not to the actual extent, but Vader had known Organa for a long, long time. He'd been Padmè's truest ally in the senate. If Padmè had been alive — if she was! No! — she'd have been a rebel, she confirmed that much on Mustafar. She believed in democracy, like a fool. Like Organa.

Knowing Organa, he knew he had a child, but when had she been born? Or was she… adopted, maybe? He couldn't remember. He had never given it a thought. He hadn't cared, and he'd had his own issues. He had to learn to be again. He had retrained himself to walk, to use the Force, duel, he hadn't had time for an old fool he hadn't even really cared about as Anakin Skywalker.

He placed a hand on her head and Leia let out a scream, trying to get away, but he used the Force to restrain her further and he knew she could feel him sweep through her mind. He saw flashes of memories, her cries for her parents, and then, and then!

He saw Padmè's face in her mind and he pulled his hand away, as if he'd been burned. The room shook with his rage.

"It seems, in your anger, you killed her."

He shouldn't have been surprised Sidious had lied. It was in his nature. It'd be like being surprised to be mauled by a nexu, that was the nature of the beast. But still

Anakin Skywalker had been weak. He had believed Palpatine had been his friend, the father figure he'd craved his whole life. When Vader thought back to those years, he always wanted to strangle the boy.

Gripping his fists, he looked down at his leather-gloved hands, remembering a different set, one of his more arrogant, younger self. He thought of them strangling Padmè, and how she had been alive after — could very well be now, but he doubted it.

Then, he looked at the frightened girl. She was crying, scared of him, of what he'd done to her, what she'd seen.

Daughter, he thought slowly, looking at her. She had her mother's eyes. His mother's eyes.

Eyes he had thought of in ten years.

"Leia," he said, the vocorder making his voice harsh and menacing, causing her to flinch.

"Please! Please don't hurt me! Let me go, please!" she said, her vow shattering. She was scared of him. He was… a monster. Something to fear. He had made himself be feared.

"I won't!" he said quickly, so much like his old self, the one Padmè had loved. "I will not hurt you, Leia."

She didn't believe him, and he waved his hand, causing her to flinch and her restraints to unlatch. Gasping, she sprang up and ran into the darkness, hitting the wall.

"Help! Someone, please!" she said, banging the wall and Vader went toward her, causing her to crouch into a ball, burying her head into her knees and covering her head. "Please don't hurt me! I'll be good, I promise! Please!"

Vader paused, watching her cry. Vader thought there had been nothing left of his heart, but he felt it shattering at her rejection.

His daughter was here. Alive. He hadn't killed her all those years ago, and he was determined to have her.

Vader, unlike Anakin, didn't see things like love, he saw possession and dominance, but he did. He loved this child. He had the moment Padmè had told her behind the pillar, under the dome of the senate building. He hadn't given fatherhood a single thought, too focused on the war, and being a Jedi, and a general, and a master himself, but when she'd said those three words to him, he knew he wanted it. Wanted it more than anything.

"Come, Leia," he says, grabbing her as she wails out in fear.

oOo

Obi-Wan combs the galaxy, The Organas hire bounty hunters, enlist Jedi in hiding, rebellion members, but none find her.

Leia Organa is gone.

Tala is killed by the third sister, and Obi-Wan cannot search forever, no matter how much he wants to. He has to protect Luke, and he has to be trained.

Luke is the last hope now. Truly.

Obi-Wan begs Qui-Gon for help, but there's nothing but silence. A forever silence where Leia Organa ceased to exist.

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In a palace on the lava planet of Mustafar, Vader hides her away.

She wails, begs, and tries to escape, but he always brings her back.

"You're not my dad!" she screamed at him when he revealed it, but she knew it was true. She cries heavily into her pillow, rejects his gifts, and attempts at affection. She begs him to take her home to Alderaan, that she won't tell anyone, but he refuses her.

Soon, she stops resisting him. He trains her, and soon, she harnesses her hatred for him and becomes powerful, almost more than he.

"You killed her, didn't you?" she asks him one day. She's thirteen, and she's finished training, the droids scattered in pieces at her feet.

Vader doesn't pretend to not understand. He knows she can read him, just as he can her. "Yes. I did."

Her jaw tightens and she turns away. "But why? Why would you?"

Vader's own jaw clenches, his fists tighten. "I couldn't control my anger, then."

"I'm glad you hate yourself for it," is all she says as she leaves the room for her own bed chamber, not sparing him a glance.

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When Leia emerges ten years later, it's because she's killed the emperor and taken the throne as her own.

It's not long after she ends Vader, too. She has him on his knees, and he thinks of Count Dooku years ago; Vader is in the exact position, and instead of fighting her, he accepts his fate. She has his saber and her own, they're crisscrossed at his neck and she looks at him.

"This is your end, father." And with that, Vader's head rolls from his body, and his body crumbles.

She sits upon the throne and cries but then doesn't look back. It is the way of the Sith, she's learned. She doesn't go home, doesn't bring peace, and when she faces her brother, she gives him a bitter smile as she kills him, too.

She, like her father, lost everything. Gone was her life, but in her grasp was all the empty power in the universe.