Hi, everyone! This is a little something that formed in Anatomy. Weird, yeah, I know. My first Star Wars fic ever! Yay! Enjoy!

I own nothing...it all belongs to Lucas.


Their lightsaber blades flashed green and red sending sparks flying as Vader pushed Luke into the centre of Cloud City. Wind whipped through Luke's dirty blonde hair, his heart pounding and his mind racing. With a powerful stroke, a red streak flashed through the air and seared through Luke's right hand. Luke's yell echoed through the white, windy shaft as his hand and lightsaber flew through the air and down the shaft. Luke crawled away from the dark lord, who reached his hand out to the young man.

"There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you. You do not…"

"What the hell?! I mean, what the hell?!"

"Um…what?"

"You cut off my freakin' hand!"

"Yeah…so?"

"What is wrong with you?"

"I'm evil, duh."

"Well, yeah, but did you have to cut off my hand?" whimpered Luke.

"Don't be such a baby." Although no one could see it, Vader rolled his eyes behind his black mask. Luke sniffled as he examined his seared wrist and the burned skin that surrouned he black flesh. Vader let out an annoyed, raspy sigh.

"Come off it, I got my whole arm cut off, but you don't see me sniveling about it."

"But it hurts!"

"Don't tell me my son turned out to be some nancy boy."

Luke stopped whimpering and looked up at the menacing Sith figure.

"What?"

"Oh, right. I forgot. Obi-Wan never told you who your father was."

"He told me enough. He told me you killed him."

"That's a good metaphor, but no. Luke, I am your father."

Luke stared at his father completely dumbstruck, gobsmacked, if you will. His chin dropped and his unblinking eyes stared at Vader; then, his mouth found words.

"What the hell?!"

"What?"

"You are such a buzz kill, you know that? First you cut off my hand and now you tell me that you're my father? Next thing I know you'll be telling me that Leia's my sister."

"Well, actually…"

"Are you serious? Are you freakin' serious?"

"Yeah. She's actually your twin."

"Am I on Punk'd or something? 'Cause this can't be happening…oh, God. I kissed her! Ah, I'm gonna need a lot of mouthwash!"

"You kissed your sister?"

"Well, I didn't know it was her! And technically, she kissed me." He shuddered at the memory. "Man, I'm gonna need a lot of therapy to get through this, and you're going to pay for it all!"

"Why me?"

"Well, after dumping the whole you're-my-son-and-you-just-kissed-your-sister-and-by-the-way-I'm-going-to-kill-you thing in my lap, I think that kinda makes you responsible."

"Fine."

"Geez, for all I know you could tell me that my grandfather was a Wookie"

"I never knew my father. He could be."

"Oh man…I just don't want to live anymore!"

"Oh, c'mon. We can rule the universe together. Y'know have a little father-son bonding time?"

"No! I just can't take it!"

HE lets go of the unit he was holding tight to and falls down the shaft that lead beneath Cloud City. Vader peered over the railing, watching his son fall most likely to his death.

"Damn," he muttered. "At least I won't have to pay for therapy."


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