Title: Keeping Secrets.

Pairing: Luke/Wedge, focussed a little more on Anakin though.

Rating: T.

Summary: The rebels have just made the move to Hoth, when a sudden new pilot catches the attention of our heros, seeming strangely interested in Luke and incredibly secretive. What's he hiding?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or parts of the story. They belong to George Lucas, regardless of how much I'd like to own Luke Skywalker. Haha.

Author's Note: I left this off with a cliffhanger and no intent to write anymore, it was a oneshot and was going to remain as such. But today, as I sat bored in my classes, this idea came to me. I just had to write it, so alas, you guys have a twoshot!

Keeping Secrets - Part Two

"Solo...Darth Vader joined the Alliance. He has changed. I know this for a fact."

"And how would you know something like that?"

"Because I'm him. I was the Sith Lord...I came here to redeem myself within the Force, and -"

Han's eyes bugged out, "You're Vader? You are Vader?"

"There's...more than that. I came here to be with my son, to protect him from the Empire."

"Your son? Darth Vader has a son."

"Yes," Anakin gulped, "Naberrie was my wife's maiden name. My name is Anakin Skywalker. Luke is my son."

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"Luke, where are you going?"

Zipping his jacket back up, the blond smiled, "I just need to remind Han of something, I'll be back soon."

As much as Luke hated to leave his lover on their bed - as the second bed in the room was seldom used for anything but decoration - wearing nothing but a nearly discarded towel, but something had just come to his mind. If he was planning to spend time with Wedge for the next couple hours, he would need someone to take his flight shift - and Wedge's. No doubt Han would be willing to comply, and would likely take someone like Anakin Naberrie with him as his wingman. Despite the constant arguing between the two, Luke could tell that Han regarded him as something like a friend, as they spoke more than Han spoke to anyone.

"Don't be a stranger now!"

Luke couldn't help but laugh when he heard Wedge's voice echo down the hall. He made his way straight to Han and Chewie's room, but was fairly surprised when he found the room to be empty. Of course, Chewie was probably looking at the Falcon a bit one last time before they took her out - Han would never fly an X-wing for his patrol, no matter how often Luke offered his. It was the Millennium Falcon or nothing. Pausing for a moment, Luke tried to remember where Anakin's room was, since the ex-smuggler was obviously not with Leia, since she was still in the control room, discussing something. It was no time before he came by the door, and heard raised voices.

"You can't be serious!" That was definitely Han's voice.

Anakin's reply came soon after, "Why would I make this up? I'm quite serious, Solo."

"But Darth Vader can't be the kid's father! Luke's so good, and Vader...isn't!"

The young blond had frozen in spot, unsure of what to do. Darth Vader was...his father? Ben Kenobi had told him that Darth Vader betrayed and murdered his father, why would Ben have lied to him? Surely this was all a joke. How would Anakin have known something like that? He was too young to have known Luke's father personally, and though he was formerly an Imperial, he wouldn't possibly have been close enough to Vader to be told such things. It couldn't possibly be true, there was no way. Luke was about to walk away and forget about it, clear his mind, until he heard Anakin's voice again, softer this time - he strained against the door to hear.

"I know I did some terrible things has Vader," he began, "But I love my son, and that's why I'm here."

Luke was terribly confused, and somewhat horrified. Anakin Naberrie was Darth Vader and his father? His father's name was Anakin Skywalker, not Naberrie or...Vader. Somehow, though, he could feel through the Force that it was the truth. Nobody could manipulate their feelings in the Force, and obviously not sensing Luke's approach due to the argument with Han, Anakin had forgotten to throw up his shields. Luke was scared, he was terrified of what this meant, but more than that, he was incredibly curious as to what was going on. How was Darth Vader his father? Why did Anakin look so young? Why had he joined the Alliance?

"Are you going to tell him?"

Anakin laughed sadly, "Do you really think he'd accept it? I'm watching out for him from afar, it's all I can do."

"The old man...Kenobi! He told Luke that you killed his father."

"I just killed his - my - innocence, that's all."

"The kid's always wanted his father, Naberrie. Skywalker. Whoever you are," Han himself sounded confused.

Unable to think anymore, Luke backed away from the door, but didn't necessarily leave yet. He was finished with listening to the conversation, but in light of revelations, he forgot how to use his legs. His breathing was erratic, though it took little struggle to keep it under control. Drawing a deep breath, he leaned against the icy wall of the corridor, trying to pull all his thoughts together. The attempt wasn't working quite so well as he hoped, and as Luke regained control of his legs, he dashed away from the room. In accidentally lowering his own shields, he heard one thought come from Anakin as he ran.

"Oh no...Luke!"

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"Sith!" Anakin spat, "Oh sith Hell, oh Force...it wasn't supposed to happen this way!"

Han was so confused, "What wasn't...? What are you on about?"

"Luke was outside the door, he heard everything...oh Force, he's so distraught..."

Although Anakin had inflicted pain among many as Darth Vader without guilt or instant regret, he felt nearly shattered at the pain that vibrated off his son in waves. The mistrust, disbelief, and definite hurt that the boy had felt would forever ache within him, of that Anakin was sure. He gripped at his dirty blond hair, ready to rip it out from anger, and grimaced at the thoughts he'd felt in his son's mind. Caught up in his own misery over the situation, Anakin barely noticed when Han snatched his heavy jacket and ripped the door open. Even the Corellian looked worried, and Anakin was almost afraid to wonder or ask why that was.

"We have to get him," Han explained quickly. "Luke can act pretty rashly when upset!"

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"Luke? Luke, what's the matter, you look -"

After regaining control of his legs, Luke had run as quickly as he could from Anakin's room, the anguish washing over him and his eyes watering. He wasn't even aware that he had begun crying until he stopped outside his own room and washed them away. Wedge was no longer wearing the towel when Luke barged in, though he had apparently put on a pair of pants, more than likely because someone had come to talk to him for whatever reason. Luke couldn't bring himself to look at his lover, not now, so he just crossed the room and made his way toward his flight suit, snatching it off the hook on the wall, and tossing Wedge's toward him as well.

"Suit up, Wedge. We have patrol."

"Are you alright, Luke? You don't seem like yourself."

"I'm fine," Luke snapped.

"Look, I'm not sure you should be piloting like this. Think about the -"

"Just do it, Wedge. I need to clear my head."

Of course, Wedge couldn't deny his lover the opportunity to fly, especially when he said that. It was well known to anyone close to Luke that his mind was most clear when he was flying, so if he needed to clear his head, he absolutely had to be in the sky. Pulling his own flight suit on, the brunette couldn't help but wonder what had put his Luke in such an emotionally distraught state. Could Han have said something to him to cause this? Surely the older Corellian wouldn't do that to Luke, Han basically saw Luke as his little brother. It would be upsetting to Han just to see Luke this way, let alone cause it.

Wedge thought he'd try one more time, "Can I know what's bothering you?"

"M-Maybe later...let's just go."

"Alright," he complied, hand on his lover's shoulder, "But know that I do care about you."

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"It's been a standard hour, Luke. You see anything?"

"No...I don't think -"

It appeared that the blond had spoken too soon, as a TIE fighter came out of nowhere and blasted right into the side of his X-wing. Luke jolted to get away, and the blast hadn't penetrated the craft at all, though it managed to dent a small area so that it sharply jabbed against the pilot. Coming into contact with the sharp dent, Luke jerked his body away, sufficiently bruising his leg amongst the controls, and scraping his arm against the dent accidentally. Groaning, he attempted to bring his X-wing around to blast the lone TIE fighter when the pain in his arm randomly spasmed. Moments later, he tried to locate Wedge in the sky, when he his comm beeped.

"Rogue Leader," Wedge began, but then changed his tone to something more personal, "Luke? You okay?"

"I'm find, Wedge. Just blast it, I can't move my arm to reach over and do so myself."

"Copy that, boss. You alright to land?"

Luke nodded, though he knew nobody could see, "Affirmative, meet me back at the base."

Though Luke had turned back toward the base, he could hear the blast behind him, and knew that Wedge had successfully taken out the TIE. The blast could have been either of the two crafts behind him, though he could still feel Wedge through the Force, and feelings of pride radiating from him, as well as feelings of worry. Luke knew exactly why Wedge was worried - first for his emotional state before their flight, as well as the injuries Luke had acquired because of the TIE fighter. Breathing steadily, he attempted to momentarily forget about his pain and injuries as he kept to his path back down to Hoth.

"Good job, Wedge," he spoke quietly, though loud enough in the comm for Wedge to catch.

"You're not out of this yet, commander!"

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"Look!" Han pointed to the opening in the building, "Here they come!"

"It's about damn time..."

"Hey, don't blame me if your son is obsessed with flying."

Anakin laughed, "I assure you, his obsession is definitely hereditary."

The two men, both clad in their cold weather wear just in case they needed to run out into the ice and snow, ran toward the two X-wings that landed shakily within the base. They noticed as Wedge jumped out of the cockpit of his fighter quickly, and very near slid down the ladder in a hurried attempt to get to Luke's. Anakin broke into a run, the ex-smuggler right behind him, as they saw Wedge dash up the ladder that was brought to his lover's craft. Opening up the X-wing, Wedge got as close as he could to Luke, noticing that the boy was taking shallowed breaths and seemed to be cringing in a failed attempt to hide his pain.

"Luke! Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Is it alright?"

The brunette pulled his helmet off and dropped it on the floor of Luke's cockpit, not caring where it ended up, and reached forward to remove Luke's helmet. When he could see into those crystal blue eyes, he could notice the main more than before, and nearly panicked. The blond's right arm was cradled slightly, although it wasn't noticeably Wedge could still figure it out, and instantly leaned in to inspect it. The flight suit was ripped slightly, but not well enough to see beneath it. Reaching his arm behind Luke's back, he let Luke drape his working arm over Wedge's shoulder, as the Corellian slowly lifted him out of the cockpit.

"We need a medic!" Wedge cried. "A medic, please!"

"Wedge, I don't need -"

"Don't even try it, Luke. You need to put some bacta on your injuries, in the very least."

It would've been pointless to argue at this point, since Luke was basically relying on Wedge to help him walk. The bruise on his leg wasn't quite painful, but he still didn't want to worsen it, and he enjoyed being close to his lover whenever he could be. The brunette slowly helped his lover down the ladder, making sure not to bump his leg or his shoulder on the way down, and was nearly ambushed at the bottom by Han and Anakin. Luke didn't notice them at first, but when he looked up and saw identical blue eyes to his own looking back at him, he frowned and looked back down, catching Wedge's attention-. Han rolled his eyes when the younger Corellian looked to him expectantly.

"Let's get him to the medbay, then we'll tell you what's going on."

Wedge nodded in agreement, "Alright, but forgive me if I start ripping throats out."

Anakin almost had to smile at the protectiveness in the boy's voice, a father could only dream that their child found someone who'd take care of them. Standing on one side of the couple with Han on the other side, Anakin helped to protect the boys from crowding on their way to the medbay. Han caught the eye of Princess Leia, who looked like she was about to have kittens in her worry, and put on a sympathetic expression. This look welcomed Leia to follow them, as she chose to anyway. Nobody spoke a word until they reached their destination, in which Wedge entrusted Luke to the medic while the group stood outside the door.

"Okay," Leia broke the silence, "What happened up there?"

"Luke was...distracted, and a TIE showed up right out of nowhere," Wedge explained.

"Why did you let him fly while distracted?"

He frowned at the sudden attack, "It's not as if I could've stopped him! This is Luke we're talking about!"

Leia seemed to shrink back at that, though a look of understanding crossed her face. It wasn't as if it was simple to keep Luke from doing something once he made his decision, of that everyone was sure. Anakin was holding a breath, cursing himself only momentarily for ever having reproduced, as he was very much aware that Luke's behaviour was something Anakin had passed down to him. Of course, he couldn't keep that thought for more than a moment, as Luke was probably the greatest thing that ever happened to him. It wasn't long before he noticed Han's eyes on him, and the ex-smuggler didn't seem too thrilled about it, either.

"He got this from you."

"Good insights," was Anakin's only reply.

"Maybe if you had told him the truth, he wouldn't have gone out there! He'd have returned to...uhhh..."

It wasn't exactly broadcasted news that Luke and Wedge had been a couple, only Han, Anakin, and a few others knew the truth. He wasn't even completely sure that Leia knew, but regardless, he didn't want to speak about it in case she didn't. Wedge didn't seem to notice what Han was leading on to, but rather glaring at Anakin, as it became pretty clear that he was behind the entire situation. The older-though-young-looking man groaned, thinking of what his son would've done in his room had he never overheard the conversation, and reminded himself again that at Luke's age, he was a married man and an expectant father.

"Yes, I know what he'd have done. I didn't mean for this to happen."

Leia furrowed her brow, "What are you talking about? Naberrie, what did you do?"

"Skywalker," Han added quickly. At the confused looks, he elaborated, "He's Luke's father."

"You're his father? No wonder he was so upset, that must've been a shock."

Wedge continued to glare, "You didn't tell him, did you? You lied to him and led him on."

If the younger Corellian had been a Force sensitive, Anakin would've felt better about the accusation, but to see that his son's lover knew more about the situation that it seemed had just...guilted him. Of course, he'd already felt the guilt over lying to his son, but just being within the gaze of the other boy overdid it for him. He couldn't stay there much longer, couldn't let Luke's friends badger him. Anakin had his own thinking to do, his own worrying to do, and it wouldn't help to have a bunch of rebels breathing up his neck. Choking back a sob, he breathed in slowly, and lifted his gaze back to the brunette pilot as he stepped back, ready to turn and walk away.

"You're the reason he couldn't concentrate up there," Wedge added.

"I know, alright? It's all my fault, my son's injured and I can't even worry because of all your accusations!"

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Three days later

Luke smiled, "I'm so glad to be back here with you, Wedge."

It had been a couple days since Luke's accident, but his injuries were treated with bacta and healed quickly, despite the unfelt blood flow that had come from the scratch on his arm. The blond was laying in bed with his lover, his favourite spot besides his X-wing, and the slightly elder of the two was planting soft, wet kisses along Luke's neck, causing nothing but a general feeling of happiness in the boy. Wedge's fingers trailed down Luke's chest slowly and lightly, eliciting a gasp from the boy as Wedge smiled in his kisses. How he had missed this when the medic said Luke ought to take it easy for a day or two after the accident.

"Don't you ever worry me like that again, you hear me?"

"I can't promise you that. This is a war we're fighting, casualties happen."

Wedge groaned, "Still...your father would kill me if something happened to you."

That thought caused Luke to frown. In the days he had spent 'taking it easy', he'd found it increasingly difficult to stop thinking about his father. His brunette lover had no idea that Anakin was previously Darth Vader, so he couldn't understand the immense pain Luke felt when thinking about him, but Luke was afraid to tell him. Luke didn't even want to accept it himself, though there was not much he could do about the situation. Anakin hadn't spoken to him since he was released from the medbay, and even though Luke didn't know what he'd say to the man himself, he was still a little disappointed that his father hadn't even made an effort to check on him.

Sighing, Luke suddenly wasn't in the mood anymore, "Please, don't talk about him, Wedge."

"What's so wrong about your father being here? Is it because he lied?"

"Not so much, anymore," he answered truthfully. "I wish he'd come and see me, he doesn't even want me."

"Oh...Luke, I'm sorry...I think it's my fault that he won't come, I yelled at him -"

"Don't worry about it. If he really wanted to see me, he'd come see me regardless."

Wedge pulled away from the kisses he was leaving on Luke's neck, and just looked into his lover's blue eyes thoughtfully. The boy had waited all his life to meet his father, and now the man was too guilty to even talk to his son. Anakin hadn't spoken to anyone since the incident, but Wedge could tell at the hurt in the man's eyes when he left the medbay that he felt guilty about what he'd done. He wished he could take back what he said to him, but it was too late. Just as that thought passed through his head, there was a knock at the door. Kissing Luke's forehead, the brunette stood off the bed and opened the door to a very shy looking Anakin.

"Anakin...come in, Luke's wanted to see you."

The man gave a half-smile, "Really? I'm sorry Antilles, I know it was all my fault..."

The Corellian gave him a smile that clearly meant he was forgiven, and welcomed him into the room. Luke was sitting in their bed, the thick wool blanket covering the bottom half of his body, and the thin shirt he was wearing showed off his muscles. Anakin smiled at him shyly, but Luke was unsure of what to do when he realized who it was who stood there. Hadn't this been what he wanted? Pushing the blanket off, Luke stood, not approaching his father but not backing away either. He wasn't ready to trust him yet, he wasn't ready to talk to him, but he appreciated the fact that the man had deserted the Empire completely just to join his son.

"Luke," Anakin began, "I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry, for everything. I never meant to..."

"I know you didn't. I forgive you, but...I can trust you yet. I want to know everything, but I'm not ready yet."

"I understand. I'm sorry I kept so many things from you, if it means anything."

"It means the world to me," Luke whispered.

Anakin held his breath for the billionth time in only a few times, and stepped closer to his son. Letting his shields drop, he allowed Luke to understand everything he was feeling, he let himself be left wide open for his son to pick at. Luke didn't seem to react, though, as if he was too nervous to. It was in moments that Anakin could feel his son's shields fall as well, and he was overwhelmed with the many intense feelings radiating from Luke. Tears welled in Anakin's eyes when he noticed one particular feeling - pride, for ceasing to be Vader and becoming Anakin Skywalker again. Unable to hold back, Anakin stepped even closer and embraced his son in a hug.

It was just as he felt a slight bump on Luke's stomach that he heard the boy whisper, "We're all entitled to our secrets."