Overprotective Dad-Mode Engaged!

A.N: Timeline setting: Three one shots in one again. First one takes place before Malachor. Second one takes place about two years after 'To Take Down An Emperor, and the third one is a surprise. You'll figure out when it is. Enjoy.

Bail Organa sat at his desk in his office on Alderaan. Being the senator of on entire planet in such dire times was not easy work. Day by day he would have to file reports, listen to concerned citizens and decide what to do about the issues raised, and plan for his next trip to the imperial centre of the next senate meeting.

All in all, it was an incredibly stressful, yet rewarding lifestyle. The comfort of his wife and child were all the reward he needed in the end.

Yet whilst he was a devout imperial senator on the outside, the truth about his allegiances were kept secret from all but a select through.

He couldn't actively support the rebellion of course. Doing so would bring the might of the empire down upon him and his family, and he doubted the Emperor would be merciful. Bail was already certain that he was under suspicion anyway, the Emperor only lacked the solid proof he needed to out Bail as a rebel agent.

So for now, Bail had to play it safe and trust his allies. The various rebel cells acting independently would be fine, for now.

Stifling through another document on his desk, Bail was surprised when his personal intercom flared to life with a message from his secretary. He had asked to not be disturbed today, under the pretence of working on an important speech for the senate.

The truth was that he was collaborating with Fulcrum on something, reading a report about a discovery of a possible base location.

Sighing to himself, Bail reached across and activated the intercom.

"Yes?" Bail asked, patience in his voice. He wasn't going to snap. For all he knew this was something important.

The voice of his secretary responded moments later with what sounded like fear in his voice. That disturbed Bail.

"Apologies for the disturbance Senator, but a high ranking member of the Imperial military is here to see you. I told him you were busy, but he won't take no for an answer."

Bail raised the ridge of his eye at the explanation. What was an Imperial military officer doing coming to see him? Had something happened?

Had he been found out?

Whatever it was, Bail clearly could not say no.

"I see. Let him in then. I have time to talk." Bail replied, shifting the report from Fulcrum into a draw on his desk and locking in with a simple touch of his hand.

The secretary acknowledged the request, ordering Bail's visitor through to him.

Sitting upright in his chair, Bail waited for the door to his office to open. He had to maintain an image of a loyal imperial senator after all. And first impressions were everything.

A few tense seconds passed by with Bail wondering exactly who his visitor was.

And then the door opened, and Bail had to refrain from flinching in horror.

His visitor was perhaps the last person he expected, and one that acted these days as a harbinger of death.

Taking a deep breath, Bail prepared, watching as the monolithic half cyborg half man entered the room, moving over to Bail's desk and surprisingly taking a seat on the other side before he spoke, his modulated voice booming around Bail's office.

"Senator Organa."

"Lord Vader, this is an unexpected privilege. What can I do for you?"

Darth Vader sat before him, his long billowing black cape flowing over the back of the chair. Bail was honestly surprised the chair could hold his weight. He imagined the force had something to do with that.

Internally, Bail began to panic, careful not to let it show. Why was Vader here? Had he come for Leia as Bail feared he would one day?

"I am here of my own accord Senator. The Emperor knows nothing of my presence, and it shall remain so, do I make myself clear?" Vader boomed again, his voice coming off with evident dark intent present. Bail was inclined to believe him. He was a Sith Lord after all.

"Of course Lord Vader, I understand completely." Bail replied, keeping his tone both neutral yet welcoming. He had frequently had nightmares about the Sith before him, coming to take away his family, to take away his daughter.

He realised then with horror that Leia was currently in the same building as him, just off on an errand.

He hoped to whatever gods existed that she wouldn't come back anytime soon.

"Excellent Senator, I'm glad you understand. Now, I have a simple question for you. Can you handle that Senator?" Vader continued on with what seemed like sarcasm in his voice.

Bail chose to reply non-verbally this time, simply nodding his head instead. The less he spoke, the less he risked giving away, at least he assumed. Bail was fully aware that Vader could probe his mind for information if he really wanted to.

Vader seemed to contemplate for a second, his masked visage looking around the room briefly before coming to rest on Bail's face.

Bail waited with baited breath, fully expecting some statement that would doom him. Perhaps Vader was simply luring him into a false sense of security.

And then Vader spoke.

"Where is Ahsoka Tano?"

Bail had to work hard to keep his face from betraying any emotion. He felt somewhat relived that Vader was not after his daughter, and Bail knew that Ahsoka could more than handle her own.

But he couldn't reveal that either, or else Vader would know of Bail's rebel connections, and would no doubt confirm the Emperor's suspicions.

For now, Bail had to play it cool and pretend.

"I know nothing about the whereabouts of Ahsoka Tano." Bail responded, his voice steady and in control.

What happened next surprised Bail. Never in a millions years did he think he would hear Darth Vader chuckle. The sound was bizarre, heavily distorted by the voice modulator Vader possessed, yet recognizable nonetheless.

"Spoken like a true politician Senator." Vader replied, leaning forward slightly in his chair, his skull like helmet adding to the foreboding atmosphere that resonated around Vader.

"I'm sorry?" Bail enquired in reply, confused about Vader's reaction.

Inwardly he struggled to keep his composure. Surely Vader would probe his mind soon to find out the truth. There was only so long he could keep it a secret.

"You lie, a skill that is mandatory for all politicians it seems. No matter, I will locate the whereabouts of my appren… of Skywalker's apprentice without your cooperation."

Bail didn't miss the comment made by Vader, but questioned nothing. He couldn't let on that he knew the truth. No doubt Vader would take it very badly.

Seemingly done with the discussion, Vader abruptly rose from his chair and turned to leave the officer, his cape billowing dramatically as he did so.

Bail allowed himself to breathe a quiet sigh of relief as he watched Vader move towards the door.

That was until the door opened suddenly, before Vader had reached it.

"Father, I have that report about the agricultural unit you requested." The young voice of Leia Organa came into the room as she entered, only to barrel straight into the chest piece of Darth Vader, who in turn reached out his hands to steady her.

Bail found himself unable to breathe. This was exactly what he hoped to avoid. Vader face to face with the daughter of Padme Amidala. Surely this was it! This was when the carefully conceived plan fell apart.

He was going to lose his daughter!

Drastic action was the only thing he could think of. As slowly and quietly as he could, Bail began to reach underneath his desk, grasping the handle of a small concealed blaster he kept hidden in case of emergencies.

He would only get one chance, and it was a slim one at that.

But right now Bail didn't care for common sense. Not when his daughter was right before a child murdering monster!

As he reached for the blaster however, something happened.

Darth Vader rebalanced his daughter, steadying her, before taking a step to the side to allow her entry.

"Princess Leia."

Leia looked up at the helmet of Vader, seemingly seeing right through it. It was clear that she was not at all intimidated by it, as so many, including Bail, were.

"Lord Vader."

And with that, Darth Vader moved passed the princess of Alderaan, leaving a content Leia and a thankful Bail in his wake.

Kanan Jarrus sat in the lounge of the Ghost, unable to see, but fawning over what lay in his arms.

His son. His own flesh and blood.

He wished he could see him, look into little Jacen's eyes. Hera had told him that his son shared some features with his father, specifically facial ones.

But Kanan knew that he would never see them, not directly at least.

Still, that didn't mean he couldn't show his son the love he deserved.

Kanan was pulled out of his inner thoughts by the sudden sound of a loud sneeze, followed by a groan.

Reaching into the force, Kanan felt and heard the approaching figure.

"Urggh, hey Kanan. How's the kid doing?" The evidently sick voice of Zeb hit Kanan's ears as he stepped ever closer, clearly intending on sitting next to Kanan and his son.

Alarms began to flare inside of Kanan. Zeb was sick! Zeb was ill!

And Zeb was going to sit down right next to his new-born son!

What if Jacen caught something? What if Jacen became ill because Kanan hadn't protected him?

Ignoring the voices of common sense, most of which sounded like Hera, Kanan shot up from his seat, throwing a distressed look out at Zeb and holding one hand out to him whilst he cradled Jacen closer to his chest with the other for protection.

"Stay back Zeb. I don't want Jacen catching whatever it is you've got!"

Kanan tried not to act too surprised by the level of panic in his voice. He knew this was ridiculous. Zeb had suffered with the same illness before, and none of the other crew members had ever been affected by it.

But that still didn't stop him. He had to protect his son!

Zeb too seemed surprised by Kanan's reaction, before breaking off into another coughing fit, which in turn caused Kanan to flinch and tighten his grip on Jacen.

"Seriously Kanan, I'm fine, just a cold. Jacen won't get anything from me." Zeb spoke, attempting to radiate confidence and trust despite his illness.

Clearly though, Kanan was not willing to listen.

"Uh huh? And how do you know that? We've never had a hybrid species aboard the Ghost before when you've been ill. Jacen's immune system might be weaker than normal children of a single species. He might be more susceptible to your illness!"

Again, Kanan's inner self tried to calm him down, to stop his semi-crazed ranting.

"Lasat flu doesn't affect either Humans or Twi-lek Kanan, and Jacen is a bit of both. He'll be fine. Here, let me hold him for a bit and show you." Zeb replied, throwing a friendly smile at his friend despite Kanan not being able to see it.

However, Zeb's attempt at calming Kanan down clearly did not work.

"No! Stay back Zeb!"

Zeb had been approaching with his arms out, fully intending on taking Jacen for a bit of uncle Zeb time.

That was until he suddenly found himself slammed into a nearby wall.

Groaning from the sudden impact courtesy of the force, Zeb sneezed again before standing back up, rubbing his now sore back.

"Karabast Kanan, fine, I'll leave you alone."

But Kanan didn't hear Zeb's response. He was already out the door down the hallway, little Jacen wrapped up in his arms.

Kanan had barely made it into the hallway of the Ghost that housed the private quarters of each crew member before one of the doors opened. A thick smell instantly hit his nostrils, one that he had become familiar with over the years.

Instinctively, he tightened his grip on Jacen again as the person who had exited the room spoke.

"Hey Kanan, hey there little Jacen." The voice of Sabine Wren came out, clearly in a good mood.

The smell that Kanan had picked up on was one of fresh paint. Clearly Sabine had once again repainted her armour. Yet another new style.

And once again, despite his inner self trying to calm him down, Kanan felt a rush of panic.

"Oh uh, hey Sabine, um, please don't come any closer!" Kanan spoke, his voice fluctuating to various levels as he spoke.

Sabine was clearly concerned as she halted from where she was intending on gently touching the nose of Kanan's son.

"What's wrong Kanan? Is Jacen ok?" Sabine asked, concern in her voice.

Instinctively Kanan took another step back, before turning slightly away from Sabine, as if trying to block something off.

"Yes. No. Just stay there Sabine. I don't know how he'll handle the fumes."

"I don't follow?" Sabine replied, confusion in her voice. Kanan was acting odd.

"The paint! What if Jacen is allergic to it or something? I don't want him getting ill. I've just had Zeb trying to spread his germs all over Jacen. I don't need paint fumes as well!"

And with that, Kanan pushed past Sabine, careful to not expose Jacen to any of the paint fumes that resided on Sabine from her artwork.

Proceeding down the hallway further he sensed Ezra coming from the other end, a smile on his face at seeing his master with his son.

"Nope!" Was all Kanan said as he immediately turned and entered into his own quarters, avoiding any contact with his Padawan.

And then he was alone in the safety of his private quarters with his son. There was no ill Lasats to infect him. No paint fumes to poison him.

And no Jedi Padawan to 'look after him'.

Settling down on the bed, Kanan allowed himself to lie backwards, his son wrapped up in his arms.

"You know little man," Kanan mumbled quietly to his sleeping son, "this fatherhood thing isn't so hard after all."

All he got in reply was a light snore from Jacen, and that was more than enough for Kanan.

Closing his own eyes, Kanan allowed himself to doze off to sleep alongside his son, dreaming of the adventures they would have together.

Roughly an hour later, he was awoken by a fierce looking Twi-lek woman, one who did not look pleased with him.

"Kanan Jarrus! We need to have a little talk about your overprotectiveness!"

The roof gave way unexpectedly, which was not good news. She had heard the creak of the building the second she and her companions had entered, but had largely ignored it.

After all, she most certainly hadn't been expecting this.

Around her, her companions erupted into action, evading in all directions to avoid any falling pieces of debris.

Ahsoka acted too, diving to one side in hopes of avoiding being crushed.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't so lucky.

Ahsoka yelped in pain as a large piece of stone the roof had been made up of crashed down upon her leg, crushing it beneath its weight.

Ahsoka was not stupid. She knew her leg would be broken. Hell it felt broken, not that she had ever really experienced a broken leg before.

Whimpering in pain, the dust around her began to clear and the figures of her companions became clear.

And then she heard his voice, full of what seemed to be panic and worry.

"Snips?! Oh kriff, you're gonna be fine!"

Attempting to ignore the lances of pain that travelled along her now trapped leg, Ahsoka managed to produce a small smile as her master crouched down beside her, gripping hold of the piece of stone that had pinned her and attempted to move it.

She had only been his apprentice for a few weeks now, and she was still unsure whether or not he actually wanted to teach her, much less cared about her welfare.

Truth be told this was the first real time Ahsoka had been badly hurt. Bruises and scrapes and the occasional burn were normal in a war, but a broken leg was different.

Ahsoka chose not to speak back to Anakin, mainly due to the pain that filled her body now. Instead she watched, partly bemused as Anakin tried to lift the stone pinning her down with brute force.

Didn't he realize that he could just use the force?

It was then that her other companions moved into support. Ahsoka witnessed the familiar helmet of Captain Rex, alongside Kix and Fives begin the lift alongside their general, all desperate to free their wayward commander and padawan.

With their combined might, the Jedi and clones shifted the stone, freeing Ahsoka. The release of the pressure on her leg was good, she didn't question that, but it did cause another sharp stab of pain, one of which caused her to cry out.

What happened next honestly both surprised and terrified her. Anakin's arms were around her in seconds, lifting her up gently, supporting her so that he wouldn't cause any more damage to her leg.

"It's ok Ahsoka, it's ok. I'm gonna get you out of here alright my padawan! Kix, I need you to come with me!" Anakin seemed to bellow that last instruction as the clone medic nodded and moved beside Anakin, a small medical device in his hand as he scanned Ahsoka's leg.

"Her leg's broken sir. I need to get her back to camp now!" Kix spoke as he powered off the scanning device her held.

Ahsoka shifted her head slightly to look at her master's face. His expression was one that could only be described as deep worry.

"Right, I'll carry her then. Rex, can you and Fives finish up here without us?" Her master spoke, strong resolve in his tone.

The clone captain saluted in response before speaking.

"Consider it done General Skywalker. You get the kid back to camp."

It was then that Ahsoka tried to speak. She didn't need to be fussed over like some child. She was a Jedi after all.

But as she tried to speak, Anakin once again interrupted her.

"Shhh, just keep calm Ahsoka. Kix and I'll get you back to camp and fix you up."

And with that, and with no way of stopping him, Anakin all but broke out into a sprint, Kix behind him, as he began to carry Ahsoka back to camp.

As he did, Ahsoka heard him speak once again.

"I promise, no one will ever hurt you as long as I live Snips. No one."

Ahsoka Tano woke from the dream, finding herself back in her bed in her small apartment. The sky outside was dark, indicating it was still night time.

The dream had been more of a memory, of a time when she and the master she looked up to so much had been together.

His words that day meant everything to her.

And then she remembered.

Malachor. She had just returned from Malachor.

And Anakin had been there.

And they had fought.

Blinking the tears she didn't know she had produced out of her eyes, Ahsoka laid back in her bed again, pulling her limbs into a tight ball, wrapping herself up tight.

As she dozed off to sleep, one thought came to her mind about the words her master had said to her so long ago.

'You lied!'

Author's thoughts

Well, that could have ended happier huh?

Hope you liked the surprise appearances of both Vader and Anakin. I wanted to have a bit more Vader in this AU (and yes, he may be somewhat out of character I know but remember, my AU Vader is a bit different than canon)

Anyway, I hope you liked all three (or was it actually four?) space dads being overly concerned about their kids. To be fair though, Bail's was legitimate after all.

Now, in regards to what I am going to be focusing on, many of you seem to like these one shots, so for now I will focus on them and work on my super secret project in the background for now. That being said, starting from this one shot I will start giving out little teases about what will be in the project itself. These could range from characters to time settings to even hints at plot points.

And for the first tease, I figured I reveal this bit of info: The main characters will be Ahsoka and Anakin. See, I promised a story focusing on their bond in some way, didn't I?

Next time round a rebellion general, a blind Jedi, a former Jedi and a former farmer turned rebel head out for a night of fun and gossip. What could go wrong?

As usual, comment and speculate at will. Speaking of which:

TerminatorJedi1995: Draven is most certainly screwed, and he did most certainly deserve it.
I'm glad you liked Maul's restrain in outright killing Draven. I wanted to show that he has changed, even if he is still borderline evil.
I'm also glad you enjoyed the Operation Cinder stuff. I'm still unsure about how it all went down, but hey, it's done now.
As for what might be coming up soon, guess you will have to wait and see.

Travis Middleton: Glad you enjoyed the darkness of it. I thought you would. :)
Maul intruding into Draven's mind was great to write. Even the most deplorable people have personal issues, and I wanted to show that for Draven.
As for Draven finding and apologising to Ahsoka... he just has to find a way off of Dathomir first. Easier said than done.
Hope you liked the spacedads one shot.

Cranky Paws: Legends say that if you go to Dathomir today you will find a half naked man running around eating rotten plants. I'm sure he's fine. :)
The rebels and Thrawn working together is more of an alliance against a common foe at the moment. After all, Rax is still out there somewhere.

Roddlz25: Glad you've been liking the one shots so far. More are coming.
Draven is a piece of bantha poodoo, and he got what he deserved. I was originally gonna kill him off, but this felt more fitting. In a way I feel sorry for him. Then I remember what he did, and that goes out the window. :)
My project is still in early development stages at the moment, but I know how it ends so there's that at least.
One shots with Ahsoka will come but I want to focus on the other cast more than her since the main stories were hers really. That being said the next one she is in a fair amount.
Hope you had a good easter too.

cousinxcaps: Glad you liked the inner evil that dwells within Maul. I had to keep that there, or he isn't really Maul anymore.
And Draven got what he deserved. Glad you approved of his fate.

SLE's fave guest: It seems Maul had been spending too much time with Obi-Wan and Yoda. But yeah, that is how I imagine the conversation between Ahsoka and Maul will go when she finds out.
Glad you liked. :)

Chiara Polairix Edelstein: Glad you liked the dark chapter. Hopefully it wasn't too distrubing, but then it is Maul doing what he does best. Maul isn't sun flowers and butterflies, is he.

FossilQueen1984: Going after Ahsoka is a bad move at this point. If Maul doesn't kill you, Kaeden certainly will. And even if you survive those two, then you have to get past Morai! That convor is very protective of her friend.
Draven is a jerk, hence what happened to him.
More one shots are coming. Glad you are liking them.

jojobinks01: Glad you liked Maul's little torture of Draven. It made sense for Maul to be the one who got to him.

Jayson-Master of Storm: Glad you liked brutal Maul. He was a lot of fun to write for.
The sister line comes from his encounter with her on Tatooine during this AU's version of Twin Suns. He sees her as his only true equal, and the only person who understands him. Its a weird way of showing their unlikely bond.
The secret project of mine is not a planet destroying weapon, so you can rest easy in that regard. :)

Jaco2553alpha: Glad you liked the characterization of dark Maul. He is fun to right when he is being evil like that.
I won't be doing a one shot for the World Between Worlds unfortunetly as I have no real ideas of what to do for it. That being said, maybe one day.
As for Ahsoka and her powers gifted by the daughter, again, I'm unsure where to take that one. Maybe one day, but not anytime soon. Never say never though.

Mysterious Guest number one: Yes it was dark wasn't it, but that was the point. Poor Draven is pretty much screwed. I give him a week before he dies in some horrible way.
Glad you enjoyed the darkness that Maul still is, even if he is a bit more reasonable now.