Darth Vader jumped out of his ruined TIE but that's not what was on his mind, his son. His son was out there too. He needed to be quick if he was going to catch up with the boy. Surly Luke knew that he was coming for him.
Just not for the reasons he thought. After all Luke didn't know the truth. He didn't know that he was his father. Obi-Wan had lied to him. That man had stolen his child from him and then turned him against him. Just like he did with her...
Now he was dead and he could no longer influence Luke. The Jedi were dead and could no longer feed his son lies. Vader walked along, following his son's presence. Eventually, he found Luke's crashed X-Wing.
But the thing was he saw a trail of blood leading away from it. That meant his son was injured. By the looks of it was a deep wound. He needed to find Luke and fast unless he... No, not again. He refused to lose Luke when he was just about to find him, to...bring him home.
Vader snapped out of his thoughts then started following the blood trail until he found a cave. He walked inside to see Luke in the corner clutching a wound on his stomach. Without a word, he rushed over to the blonde's side.
"Y-You do care."
Vader stiffened. "What?"
"Y-You do care about me. Despite what B-Ben said."
Luke knew. He knew. Yet he ran because...Kenobi. He did not deserve the quick death he was given. If he could he would make the man die a slow and painful death for his crimes against him and his family.
"You know?" Vader asked.
"I have since I was sixteen."
Vader looked at Luke and didn't say a word. He took off his cape and put it on Luke's wound.
"Now. D-Don't you die. You'll be alright."
Luke shook his head. "I-I won't live but...I-I'm glad to know you care."
With that Luke fell into unconsciousness. No, no, no! He would not lose his son like he lost his mother, he-Padme, Ahsoka, and others. No. He would not lose Luke. Vader took the comm off his belt and immediately spoke into it.
"This is Vader can anyone hear me? This is V-"
"Lord Vader we hear you." The voice of Captain Piett answered.
Good, it wasn't that pathetic man Ozzel.
"I have crashed. Bring down a shuttle to my coordinates with a medic onboard. I...have someone who is injured and do not wish for them to die."
"Yes at once my lord."
"Oh and Captain? Make sure no one knows of this besides you and the medic."
"Yes my lord."
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As Vader lowered his son into the medical capsule he looked down at his gloved hands. They were covered in blood, his son's blood. Luke would be fine, h-he had to be. He had to! From what the medic said they had arrived just in time to be able to save his son.
If they didn't they would all die a horrible death, for all he had left was his son. The Empire was no longer the thing he had. It was Luke, his son, their son.
And he refused to lose someone else he cared about to death.
A/N: A little angsty...😅 Had to have some Father-Son angst in here somewhere. Also, don't worry Luke will be fine. The medic and Piett got there in time. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
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