I Am Me: Dark Angel

By Serena Kenobi

Rating: T

Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews!! Glad to hear from all of you. ALSO!! IMPORTANT!! I've decided that every hero needs to have a weakness, and I couldn't figure out which weakness the Skywalker kids should have. Then, last night, as I was watching Smallville, it dawned on me. The triplets draw most of their power from their emotions, and if they're not very emotional, their powers won't be as strong. I have decided that if their emotions, and their powers, begin to get out of control, they have mental instability and start to turn to the Dark Side. This weakness will start to show itself in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. I do own Elena. And any other character I make up.

Sith: (screaming as they're about to be thrown off a million story building into a pool of bloodthirsty sharks)

Arie: And you don't get parachutes, either! Nyah!

Palps: I'll just stop my fall using the Dark Side!! HA!

Angel: (projects Maul into the air) I guess he won't know who Leia is even if he tries to figure it out. You're so stupid, Maul! (drops him)

Maul: WHAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa... (ker-splash!)

Pippin: (laughs)

Back to the story!


Chapter 9

Elena was close to being fully well, and the doctor finally gave her leave to go home. Vader had Jenson come and pick her up in a speeder, and they zoomed off for Vader's palace. Elena was relieved to finally be heading back to the palace, though slightly disgruntled when the Sith Lord did not pick her up himself.

"How's Father been since I was in the hospital?" she asked Jenson, glancing at him.

The other shrugged. "All right, I guess," he replied. "I think he's been worried about you, but he has also been extremely busy. The Emperor's just given him a new lead on the Rebels, and he wants him to personally see to it that they are destroyed."

"So that means he isn't home right now," Elena said, disappointed.

Jenson nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry, Elena," he answered, shaking his head. "He's on the Executor heading towards Sullust, I believe. He won't be back for at least two weeks, so he ordered me and Jix to look after you."

Elena scowled. "I don't need looking after, Jenson," she growled, glaring at him, "I'm seventeen and can take very good care of myself."

"Hey, don't kill the messenger!" Jenson cried. "You go and complain to your father about it, I'm sure he'd be more than pleased to hear you go on about being old enough to take care of yourself."

Elena sighed and rubbed her head. "You're right… I'm sorry. I better go and do some of my homework... I have a lot of catching up to do."

Jenson nodded again. "I understand, Elena," he replied, "I'll see you later."


Trudging off to her room, Elena suddenly got a call on her comlink. She looked at the number and quickly answered it.

"Hello?" she asked, listening eagerly.

"Elena, I'm coming over," Mara answered from the other line. "We need to talk." She then shut off the link, causing Elena to sigh.

"I'm in for it," she muttered, and headed towards the hangar bay. After a few minutes, Mara's speeder entered the bay, and Mara hopped out. She spotted Elena sitting on a ramp to a shuttle and strode over to it, firmly staring at her friend. Without warning, Mara walked past Elena, yanked her off of her feet, and pulled her into the shuttle, closing the hatch behind the two of them.

When inside, Mara let go of Elena, who appeared unfazed at the whole ordeal, and sat down in a seat, putting her head in her hands.

"You've got some serious explaining to do, Skywalker," Mara said, glaring at Elena.

Elena, still with a very nonchalant expression on her face, slowly took a seat across from Mara. "So Dad didn't tell you anything?" she calmly questioned.

Mara snorted and replied, "He told me a bit. But you have to tell me more."

"I'm not sure if I can do that," Elena evenly answered.

Exasperated by her friend's collected demeanor, Mara abruptly stood up and began to pace, glaring at the floor. "To bloody hell with the Emperor, Elena!" she shouted, "I swear on my parent's graves, I won't tell anyone what you've done for me! I'm your best friend, for Force's sake, and I won't betray you!!"

"Let go of your anger, Mara," Elena said, not changing her tone. "I sense much conflict in you. There isn't much I could tell you without completely giving it away. I trust you, it's just I don't trust the Emperor, as I've said before. He could try to get information out of you, and I don't want to put you in that position."

"I know enough already!" Mara cried, annoyed. "What difference does it possibly make?"

Elena fixed her with such a stare that Mara immediately cooled down. "Oh, believe me, M.J., it does."

Mara sighed, plopped down into a seat, and gazed at Elena, wondering what to do next. "Well... I guess you're right," she finally admitted, "I understand your concerns, and I'll let it go."

"Wonderful!" Elena exclaimed, determined to put the whole thing behind her. "Now come on, maybe you can help me with my homework."

But Mara wasn't finished. "Hold on, Elena," she said, taking her friend's arm, "I just want to say thank you. For what you did for me. You saved my life... and I hope I have the chance to do the same for you." She let go of Elena's arm, reddening.

Elena smiled. "Hey, I'm sure you'd have done the same for me," she answered, and patted Mara's arm, leaving the shuttle.

"Yeah, only I don't have special powers," Mara muttered, following her.

"Quite right!" Elena shouted from outside the shuttle, causing Mara to roll her eyes.


"How about we pick you both up at ten?" Elena said through the three-way comlink. Mara was with her, and the two had decided to get away from their stress filled lives and do something normal teenagers did – shopping.

"Sounds fun!" Keira replied, "I'll be ready in a minute."

"I'll be outside my house," Beyoncé added.

Elena and Mara nodded; Elena then shut off the comlink and headed towards the hangar bay to find a suitable speeder that would fit them all. "When the Sith father's away, the girls will play," she said smugly, hopping into the driver's seat.

"I call shotgun!" Mara yelled, leaping into the passenger seat. She sighed and glanced at Elena, ready to get the other girls. "Well?"

"Mara," Elena spoke up, looking at her incredulously, "If you haven't noticed, there are no other girls here. So there was really no reason at all for you to call shotgun, now was there?"

Mara pursed her lips, thinking. "No, I guess not," she sheepishly answered, "It's a habit I picked up a while back... I'm so used to having to call it before the others do."

"Well, at least there's no worries for me. I always get to drive," Elena continued, smiling slyly.

Mara glared at her, punched her lightly on the arm, and suddenly pulled back, wincing in pain. "Force, Elena," she groaned, "One would think you had a metal skeleton or something." She nursed her injured hand.

Elena reddened, laughed nervously, and quickly brought the speeder out of the hangar bay and zoomed into the Coruscant traffic.

They picked up the two girls and continued on their way to the Coruscant mall, talking about various things. Elena was mostly silent the entire journey, thinking about how she had transferred her power to Mara. She wondered if she could somehow do it again without seriously injuring herself.


Pacing back and forth, Elena was filled with self-doubt and was torn between different decisions. For the past few days, she had been experimenting with her healing powers. She finally decided that she wanted to test her powers on a very dangerous subject - her father. But should she take the risk of endangering herself again? Risk her life for her father's, or let her father stay the same?

Choices, choices.

Well, she would have some time before he got home, anyways. Now would be a good time to take a rest and talk to her siblings. Maybe they had a good idea of what to do. She raced to her bedroom and closed her eyes, falling asleep soon after.

She entered into the dining room where she found Luke and Leia talking. They both looked up when they saw her.

"Elena, imagine seeing you here," Luke joked, grinning at her.

Leia rolled her eyes and picked at a piece of fruit, but frowned when she saw Elena's troubled expression. "What is it? Something on your mind?"

Elena nodded and replied, "Yes. It's something important."

Luke motioned her to go on.

"Well, since I brought Mara back from the dead, I've been thinking."

Luke leaned in. "Do tell."

Elena sat down and stared down at her hands. "If we can bring people back from the dead, then we're healing them, right?"

Her siblings nodded, slightly confused.

"If we're healing them, then is it possible for us to transfer our powers to them even if they're not dead?"

"You mean, if someone's injured, heal them," Leia answered. "Just transfer the healing power without draining ourselves too much."

"Exactly!" Elena looked at her eagerly. "Don't you see? If I, or we, can heal anyone or anything, is it possible to heal Dad so he won't have to wear the suit anymore? Maybe he could go back to the way he looked before the duel on Mustafar. Maybe I could even heal his limbs so they could be real again!"

Her brother and sister stared at her. "I think that you should try it," Luke stated. "If you do that, maybe he'll loosen up a bit, maybe even start to turn."

"That would be the day," Leia muttered under her breath.

Elena shrugged. "When he comes back, I'll ask him. But what about the Emperor? If he finds out he'll wonder how he got back to the way he was. That means exposing my powers."

"Just make him wear his suit in public and have be himself in private," Leia suggested.

"Good idea, Leigh. Well, I have to go. Things to do, places to see, fathers to heal – see you guys later." She saluted and left the room, entering back into the real world.

Luke glanced at Leia seriously. "You realize what this means if she heals him," he said.

She looked down and nodded slowly. "We have a chance to bring him back."


It was a few days before Vader came home from the Executor. He was eager to see how Elena was getting on and what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into next. Getting into trouble was a Skywalker trait.

When he opened the doors to the sitting area, where he sensed his daughter's presence, he found her lying in an armchair, asleep. He slowly walked over until he was staring down at his daughter.

Elena opened one eye and leapt up quickly, brushing herself off. Suddenly her vision went black, and she swayed slightly. Vader put out an arm to help steady her.

"Whoa…" Elena remarked, "That's what you get for standing up too quickly."

"Indeed," Vader replied, a bit amused.

Her face tightened for a moment. "Uh… Dad," she began, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"We are talking right now," Vader replied dryly.

Elena shook her head, irritated. "Can we talk in your room? There's something I need to tell you."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Vader asked, stiffening. Elena narrowed her eyes.

"No," she said in annoyance, "Why is it that everyone asks me that?" Shaking her head, she continued: "Can we please just go?"

Vader followed her into his private room, where he had his space filled with pure oxygen for when he didn't have his mask on. Elena took a seat in a chair, and Vader reluctantly did the same, sitting down in front of her.

"What is this all about?" He asked her.

She fidgeted for a moment. "It's kind of hard to explain," she began, and slowly stared into his visors. Finally, after a pause, where there was no noise other than Vader's breathing, she continued. "There… there's something I need to do," she stammered nervously.

"What is it?"

Elena looked down. "Well, it's…" she glanced up again and sighed shortly. "I'm going to try and heal you," she blurted out.

He stared at her. "What?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but I want to try and heal you," she continued.

"Elena, I've tried it many times, but nothing will heal my damaged tissue and lungs," Vader told her.

"Just… let me," she said quietly. He said nothing, and she took it to be a silent consent. Lifting both of her hands up, she brought them up to either side of his mask. He didn't make any move to leave, so she finally touched each side of his masked face lightly. Closing her eyes, she concentrated hard.

Before she or Vader knew what was happening, his breathing became more hoarse, and it quickened rapidly. He began coughing, and as Elena opened her eyes and pulled her hands away, he clawed at the mask, ripping it off as he engulfed his lungs with air. He gulped and breathed shortly, taking in everything around him.

Elena brought her hands back down to her lap, staring at her father. As Vader looked around the room, his eyes finally rested on his daughter. And clear blue eyes gazed into hers. In turn, her eyes welled up with tears as she stared at her father for the first time, unmasked.

Anakin pulled off his neck piece, tossing it onto the ground. He looked down at the thing distastefully and back at Elena. "I… I don't believe it," he eventually whispered hoarsely. "It's... it's amazing…" he took off his gloves and flexed his real, flesh hands. He then reached up and ran a hand through his curly dark blonde hair. He looked exactly as he had before Mustafar… only no scars whatsoever; and he had his real hands, arms, and legs.

Elena slowly smiled tearfully and managed to get out, "Hi Dad. It's really you… face to face."

Anakin nodded slowly, a small smile forming on his handsome face. "Thank you, Elena," he said quietly.


That was a bit of a surprise, wasn't it? I hope you liked it, but I won't know unless I get reviews!!! MtFbwy, everyone!!

Oh yeah, I've redone a lot of my website. I've created some cool SW wallpapers, made a new site banner, and other stuff. So check it out if you like.

- Serena Kenobi