Summary: Survival situations are a perfect time to get to know someone.

Games

Luke absently tossed a rock down the long, dark shaft and then winced once he realized what he'd done. A faint sense of annoyance that wasn't his own flickered in his mind and he awkwardly listened to the rock clatter loudly for a few seconds before it grew quiet once again.

He glanced up at his father, craning his neck since the man was so damn tall. Vader didn't look down to meet his eyes and with his mask, it wouldn't have mattered either way. There wasn't an expression for him to see. But the longer they were stuck together, the more Luke felt he had a sense of what Vader's expression was.

This time it was exasperation.

Which was fair, Luke conceded. Throwing a rock right now in their situation was just stupid.

He completely understood that the situation they were in was extremely dangerous. That patience was key and that the next forty minutes or so was going to determine a lot about their future would look like.

Like whether or not they even survived.

But dammit, Luke was bored.

Three hours of just sitting still, waiting for something to happen in this hell hole with his mortal enemy turned father turned survival buddy was not an easy time made.

"As long as we're stuck here waiting," Luke began with a careful whisper, twisting around to look up at his father once again. "Want to play a game?"

Vader's mask twitched and then after a long moment, he turned to look down at him fully. "A game?" He said incredulously, placing his hands on his hips. It looked disapproving and Luke could practically see him raising his eyebrows through the mask. Poking along their bond for a moment, he tried to decipher what Vader was actually feeling but beyond sensing something almost friendly between them, he couldn't tell.

"Why not?" He shrugged. "Not like we're doing anything else right now. And I don't care what you say, I know you're as bored as I am."

"Our lives are on the line, Luke." Vader said simply but Luke thought he also heard a faint echoing, your life is on the line in the very back of his thoughts. He wasn't sure how he felt about his life mattering to Vader just yet – it still seemed far outside the realm of possibility given that he'd only known about their relationship for a few weeks.

Resigned to boredom, Luke dropped his head back against the wall and sighed.

A few more minutes went by and he felt Vader musing over something over and over in his mind.

It was weird that that didn't seem weird at all.

"What kind of game?"

Luke felt a surprised grin break across his face.

"I was thinking about a get to know you game?"

He didn't need the Force to know that Vader was rolling his eyes this time but it was more amusing than anything else.

"You can start." Vader allowed dryly.

A/N This will have a second part!

For the record, Intake will be a small miniseries hosted here in Moments. It will look like as follows: Intake, R&O, Population, and Release. How long each section lasts is currently up in the air. But for the record, I actually work as a correctional officer in a prison and so a lot of what happens will be based off my own knowledge of what occurs in a prison setting, with some creative liberties taken to make it all interesting for the Star Wars universe.

Currently also working on chapter 8 of What Lurks in the Dark. I am celebrating a finished rough draft and am going to try and have the chapter out in the next three weeks.

Thanks for reading!