Summary: Tatooine has a history of causing him pain. It was a place of misery and loss and humiliation. Vader never expected it to give something back to him.
Anticipation
"Your name."
Vader lowered his voice as soft as was possible with the vocoder. Blue eyes flickered away from his mask, the tie to a master still more powerful than any random order or command from a stranger.
Except they weren't strangers. Not really. The Force was practically vibrating in anticipation.
Vader reached out, fingers gentle under the boys chin as he redirected his attention away from the disgusting slug once more.
The slave trembled – with fear and a defiance that lit up the Force like a wildfire. Vader held his breath, simultaneously dreading the truth and feeling hope burn bright inside of him for something – someone – that he'd long believed was lost to him forever.
"Skywalker." The boy finally whispered. His voice was hoarse and weak and Vader was torn between wanting to rejoice and being utterly horrified as he stared into familiar blue eyes. "Luke Skywalker."
A/N I'm supposed to go to sleep but I liked this little drabble I did so much that I want to share. :)
the odds are pretty good that i'll expand on this at some point.