Chapter One: Family Reunited.

Pain, Horror, Heartbreak, Sadness, Loneliness, Pain.

'Father, Help Me!'

Golden Amber eyes shot open in shock and disbelief. How was this possible?

he had a force bond with his child, the long lost son of Padme Amidala.

Vader, Dark lord of the sith was frozen stiff. Joy and hope flaring in his chest before being crushed by the dark reality that had just entered his mind.

His master had Lied. His wife had not died straight away as Palpatine would have him believe, for she would have not been able to give birth to their child if he had killed her there and then on Mustafar.

But how? KENOBI The Force whispered in reply, sending white hot Rage through the Sith. His old master had dared to steal his child from him!?

The room fell eerily silent and cold as Vader flooded the room with his power, making sure to not damage his specially designed 'meditation pod' as he did so.

"My Son Lives..." Vader whispered after a few minutes, his breathing staggering for a moment as he let that sink in. 'My Master must never know of his existence, Because if he can reach me from this distance...his power could equal if not surpass my own at this age. I will help him rise to his destiny." He vowed, clenching his left hand in a silent promise to the force and to his son.

Wait...those feelings his son was projecting, they were of pain, suffering, grief and a deep darkness.

Somebody had hurt him, or worse, was continuing to harm him without consequences. This realisation sent Vader into a frenzy, so much so that the very room he was sat in buckled and collapsed. Metal folding in on itself, glass shattering, wood splintering, none of it could survive the sheer power of Vader's Anger.

Whoever harmed his child, now and in the future...would deal with the wrath of Darth Vader. Dark Lord of the sith.

On That, He swore.

And with the pressing of a button, his armoured figure was projected to the bridge. Where his officers stood to attention, awaiting his every instruction.

"Captain Needa, Set Course For The Nar Shadaar System And Prepare My Personal Shuttle." Vader Ordered.

The middle aged man nodded, bowing his head before replying: "Yes My Lord, Right Away."

(Nal Hutta.)

"You gonna cry you little brat!, huh? my brother and wife are dead, and I am now stuck with you forever!" An older man spat, the stench of alcohol on his breath.

A young human boy just shivered in his corner, ignoring the warmth that trickled down his arm. It was not the first time Uncle Ben had broken a beer bottle on him, and probably would not be his last. He had been given many injuries, physically and mentally, by his caretaker.

Ever since Aunt May had died of an illness, his uncle had gotten closed off, depressed. Peter had tried to help him, even as he dealt with his own grief.. but his uncle would just lash out and harm the boy.

And after they had buried May, Ben had turned to drugs and alcohol. Unleashing his fury and pain upon the very nephew he was charged to raise, love, and protect. He cared for nobody but himself, and made Peter's life a living hell.

"You are nothing but a burden, I have to clean up for you, work my ass off to put food on the table and a roof over your head!" Ben exclaimed, staggering to the fridge to get another drink. Knocking things over as he did so.

However, what he was saying was completely untrue. Peter was the one that cleaned up the apartment, he was the one that went out everyday, stealing and pickpocketing what he could without causing suspicion or getting caught.

His moral compass had been bent a long time ago, and now he did what he could in order to survive. He even made sure his lowlife uncle stayed alive, because a small part of him still loved the man.

Peter had to keep himself busy, making sure that he was distracted and always doing something. For if he did not, then his walls would break down...and he would empty his eyes of their fluid.

Strange things happened when he became emotional. But with his caretaker being constantly drunk and high, the young boy did not need to worry about him freaking out and sending him away.

After all, he had no way to live without being under Ben's roof. And he had heard the stories of other kids being put into slavery, and knew that was not an option. ever.

Special kids were often

He had nothing else to do but stay, endure his 'discipline' and live. At least until he was old and strong enough to run away. Because at the moment he was small, and weak.

Ben constantly took his food and drink away, telling him he did not deserve it...for if his late wife could not eat, why should they?

Peter tried not to dwell on it. And at night snuck things into his sleeping bag to eat, even then, most days he remained hungry.

/Knock Knock*

"Benjamin Parr'Kurr! we know you are in there, open up before we blast this door open!" Screeched out a high pitched voice in basic.

"Kriff you all!" Ben yelled back, throwing the half drunk bottle at the door, where it shattered upon impact. A few shards landed upon peter, scratching up his face and hand. The young preteen put a hand to his mouth, tears pricking his eyes at the stinging pain.

The door burst open, and three hutt agents walked in, blaster pistols aimed at Ben. "You should'nt have stolen the credits from the casino Benny boy, see you in hell." The lead one grinned, pulling the trigger on his weapon.

His team did the same, emptying their weapons into the older man.

Ben staggered back as his body was riddled with blaster bolts, but eventually, he fell to the floor, eyes wide but devoid of life. His body full of smoking holes.

Peter sobbed into his uninjured hand, tears streaming down his face. Yes his uncle had hurt and abused him, but he was the only family member he had left...he was now alone.

"Come along brat, Gardulla has plans for you. Lets call it payback against your uncle." The lead agent sneered, grabbing the boys arm before dragging him from the apartment.

Peter felt this strange feeling that he did, the dark, hot place within... and with a shout of anger ,sadness and fear, he opened both his hands and pushed forwards. The agents went flying, being thrown out of a transparisteel window and to the ground, hundreds of feet below, where they met their end.

Peter froze in shock. What had he done. He had just revealed his secret, he had not mean to at all, but his fear had ovveriden his common sense.

"I need to get out of here..." He muttered, bolting down the stairway and through the vast corridors of the building. He needed to escape, to run, to hide.

He dashed down the staircase, only to collide with someone. "I-Im sorry sir-" He blurted out, only to freeze as he took in who he had collided with.

For it was none other than Darth Vader, Enforcer of the Galactic Empire and Dark Lord of the Sith.

And with that, Peter fell to the floor, his vision going black as his brain overloaded from the experience of what had happened on that day. As his mind dropped into the void of exhaustion, he felt a pair of cold but gentle hands pick him up and carry him away.

And then a soft, mettalic voice whispered: "You are safe now my son, do not fret, you are safe."

Wait...his Dad was alive!? Huh, Neat. His father was alive...

(Hours Later, ISD: Vader's Fist)

Peter awoke to the sound of slow but heavy breathing, as if someone was wearing a respirator-

Wait, Didnt he run into Darth Vader!?

"Do not fear young one, I will not harm you." Said the same mettalic voice from earlier.

Peter blinked his eyes open, turning his head to see the tall dark figure of Darth Vader."L-Lord Vader?" the youg boy coughed, mouth dry.

Why was the second most important man in the entire galaxy waiting by his bedside!?

"Here, Drink this. you are dehydrated." The Sith replied, holding out a small metal cup with water inside.

Peter took it from him, sipping the cool iquid slowly while eying the powerful man. "D-Did my uncle insult you or something?" he asked, confused as to why he was in a medical bed. This was not a Nal hutta hospital, for it was up to date and clean.

A few seconds later, his memories came flooding back. "Wait, You are my dad!?" He exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

"Yes I Am..." Vader confirmed with a nod.

Peter broke down in tears and vader's heart stopped, did the child hate him? Rebel propaganda was everywhere in the outer region's and hutt controlled areas of the galaxy, did the boy believe what was being said about him?

"W-Where were you all my life" Peter asked, colliding with vaders chest, wrapping his arms around him. Well, he tried to, but his arms were too small and couldn't go around Vader's sides.

Vader froze before akwardly returning the hug, a warmth filling his whole chest as he held his child close. "I did not know of your existence, I was led to believe you had perished with your mother. Had I known otherwise, I would have searched the entire universe for you."

Peter pulled back, a small smile on his face. "R-Really?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"I will not lie to you son, I will never Lie to you." Vader replied, putting a hand to his child's face, where he wiped the tears away gently.

"Dad... My dad." Peter grinned, snuggling back up against his father. Vader rubbed his back. "Son...my son." He whispered in reply, smiling under his helmet for the first time in many years.

Finally, they both were no longer alone.

(End Of Chapter One,

Phew, was that an emotional rollercoaster or what!? I hope you enjoy this Story, As I plan to do a LOT with this idea. Stay tuned!)