"Lord Vader! Lord Vader!" Reva flung the door open to Lord Vader's control room.

"What is it, Grand Inquisitor? Has Kenobi been captured?"

"No, my lord, but—"

"What is the meaning of this?" Vader whirled around. "Inquisitor, you have failed me for—" he stopped when he saw Leia standing in the doorway behind Reva. "Leia. How was Tatooine, aside from the Grand Inquisitor's incompetence?"

"Daddy, don't punish Reva! It was my fault she couldn't capture Kenobi."

"What?"

"I found something else, and I needed her help."

"Lord Vader, Leia may have found something even more important than Kenobi." Reva said. She gently nudged Leia. "Show your father the item you recovered from the boy."

"There was a boy on one of the moisture farms." Leia removed her hood and wiped the sweat form her brow. "He was a Jedi, and he had this." Leia placed an oddly familiar weight in Vader's hand.

He looked down to see his old lightsaber. There were a few new wear marks around the hilt, but it was still very much the same weapon. "Where is the boy?" Why did he have Vader's old weapon? Had Kenobi given this to him?

"He's in the detention block, Lord Vader." Reva stammered.

"Bring him to me. At once." As Reva left the room, Vader turned to Leia. "Tell me again exactly where you found the boy."

"I saw him run away from the farm and followed him. He was about my size and I caught up to him. I took his lightsaber in a fight and comm'ed Reva. The boy ran away but he twisted his ankle. Reva captured him and was going to kill him, but I told her to stop because I just have this feeling that he's important. I want to know who he is."

"I do too, princess." said Vader softly. "I do too." He turned the lightsaber in his hand again. It was like poetry—Kenobi had taken this lightsaber from him a decade ago, and now his daughter had taken it back from whoever Kenobi was training now.

The doors opened and Reva led in two stormtroopers who carried the boy between them. He was young, certainly no older than Leia, and squirming in the tight grip of the stormtroopers. The boy was an uncomfortable mirror of Vader's own past, a blond farm boy from Tatooine dressed in simple homespun clothing. The stormtroopers set both his feet on the floor and turned him so he was forced to stare at Vader.

"Who are you, boy?" Vader held up the lightsaber. "And how did you come by a Jedi's weapon?"

"Like I'd tell you!"

Vader leaned in closer to the boy. "We have ways of making people talk, young one. Doubtless you have heard. I will ask you one more time, who are you and how did you come by this lightsaber?"

"Give it back!" The boy shouted. "You're not allowed have it! It's not yours!"

"Quiet!" Vader turned the lightsaber over in his palm. "This is a Jedi's weapon, boy. How does it fall into a farm boy's hands?"

"You mean you don't recognize it?" The boy spat. "It was my father's. Anakin Skywalker, Jedi knight. You betrayed him and murdered him, don't you remember?"

For a moment Vader was too stunned to speak and could only stare at the child. Leia's age, force-sensitive, blond hair and blue eyes. Twins. And Obi-Wan's lies, the magnitude of which knew no bounds. "Obi-Wan never told you what happened to you father." It was a realization, not a question.

"He told me enough. He told me you killed him!"

"No. I am your father."

The boy's eyes widened. "No! That's not true! That's impossible! My father was good!"

"This lightsaber was mine!" Vader roared. "This lightsaber was mine, until Kenobi stole it from me and left me for dead."

"No, that's not true. That's not true." The boy began to sob.

"Search your feelings. You know it to be true." Vader stepped froward, but the boy recoiled from his touch. He paused, hand still outstretched. Leia had taken to him immediately when he found her. Why didn't this one do the same?

"Daddy? What's going on?" Leia moved forward. "What do you mean you're his dad too?" She stepped around Vader's outstretched arm and looked at the boy. "What's your name?"

"Why should I trust you?" He whimpered.

"Hey, I told Reva not to kill you, didn't I?"

"I guess."

"So what's your name?"

"Luke. Luke Skywalker."

"Search your feelings." said Leia. "Surely you know how to do that. I want to know too." She closed her eyes and reached out with the force. And . . . oh dear. She really did have a long-lost brother. And she'd tried to maim him with a lightsaber a few hours earlier. "Daddy, I don't want a brother! Where did he even come from?"

"Leia, calm down!" Vader sighed. Leia was worked up, and the boy—Luke—was even more upset. "Obi-Wan stole him away and lied to him, the same way he tried to steal you away."

"Old Ben is better than you!" Luke sobbed. "He doesn't kill people. He didn't steal me and he doesn't lie! I want to go home!"

"You are home, Luke."

"No I'm not! You're not my father and I wanna go home, to Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru and Grandma!"

Vader paused. "Grandma?" Clieg Lars must have remarried after his mother passed. Whoever the man's third wife was, she wasn't Luke's family any more than Owen and Beru were. "Luke, forget about them. They aren't your family. Leia and I are your real family."

"I want Grandma!" Luke wailed. His whining voice was grating on Vader's ears.

"No, Luke. Join me and we can rule the galaxy as a family."

"No! I want to go home!"

"Luke!" Vader needed to tell Luke how much better his life would be as an imperial prince. He could have everything he ever wanted, so why was he so upset at the idea of it? "Luke, listen to me."

"No! No, just leave me alone!"

"I said, join me and you can become an imperial prince—"

"No!"

Vader sighed heavily. "Reva, do we have the others from the moisture farm in custody?" Vader was willing to bring the Lars family in if it meant Luke would calm down and listen to reason. He'd used the same tactic on Leia, often passing her her stuffed wookie to get her to calm down when he needed to lecture her.

Reva nodded. "We captured three people from that farm."

"Would you bring them up here. The boy's voice is doing my head in."

Reva nodded and left the room. Vader sighed and looked at the children, who were both fidgeting. Leia was twisting the hem of her cloak in her hands over and over. Vader knew her mannerisms well and could tell that she was on edge. Luke was wiggling where he stood by door, still in the grip of a stormtrooper. Why wasn't he standing still? Vader looked closer and saw that Luke was being careful to keep weight off his right ankle, which was swollen.

Before he could ascertain the nature of Luke's injury, Reva opened the door again. The stormtroopers came behind her, bringing three people in chains. Owen—he hadn't changed much in ten years. Beru. She hadn't changed much either, other than adopting a horrendous hairstyle. And the third person . . . why, the third person was none other than Shmi Skywalker.