Fighting with Father
by Rose Aislin.
Summary: A teenage Luke Skywalker gets into a fight with his father.
Rating: PG / T (probably more of a G, really, but considering it deals with Star Wars, which is itself rated at least a PG....)
Warning/s: none
Disclaimer: Star Wars, it's characters and plotline belongs to George Lucas, and I'm pretty sure whoever else helped make the films may have some claim as well. I don't.
This fic is written entirely for entertainment purposes. No money has, is, or will be gained from this fic.
Kitt's Force Bond Series inspired this ficlet.
A/N: this ficlet is set in what I've started to call my 'kid luke universe' (all the other names I came up with were too long, like the 'young luke lives with vader universe'). Luke is living with Vader.
The only background information that may be considered necessary for this scene, is that Luke is currently living with Vader (where, why, how, I have no idea), Obi-Wan is dead � and Luke either knew him before his death, or met him after it (whatever, Luke knows Obi-Wan).
Fighting with Father
Luke frowned, even as Vader � his father � folded his arms across his chest. He appeared to be glaring. Not that it ever looked like he wasn't glaring � which was a by-product of the suit. Even if those dark eyelenses weren't seemingly always fixed unblinkingly on you, there would still be the bright glare of light skittering off the helmet, as if it couldn't quite grasp hold of the darkness.
�You could have been killed!� Vader snapped, uncrossing his arms only to wave his black-gloved right pointer finger at Luke � as he often did. �It was reckless, foolish -�
�And fun?� Luke suggested, easing up on his sullen face just enough to allow a smirk to emerge. If he could have seen his father's face, he was sure he'd be scowling.
�Luke!� Vader reprimanded, �do you have any idea what you've done? The Grand Moffs are in an uproar, that building will never be the same again � and the Emperor is so furious he hasn't even said anything yet!�
�Like you were never young and foolish?�
�You're not even listening to me.�
�Oh, I�m supposed to?�
Vader made a frustrated grasping motion with his fist. �Perhaps I should just choke you and be done with it?� he snarled, �force knows you love to try and drive me to it, and at least then I'd be free from your childish whims.�
�No you wouldn't!� Luke shot back, jumping up and moving towards Vader, who had turned to walk away. �I'd come back to haunt you! Ben taught me how. And then I'd be even worse! He said I'd become more powerful then you can possibly imagine. And you won't even be able to lock me in my room anymore. You'll never get rid of me!�
Vader snarled wordlessly. �I should never have reproduced!� he snapped, angrily pressing the door release and striding out into the hallway.
Luke raced after him. �It's called sex!� he yelled to his father's departing back.
White helmets swivelled between Luke and his father in shock, and a couple of grey-uniformed officers froze in place, faces purpling as Luke cut off their breathing with one sentence as effectively as his father ever had with the force. Vader's back stiffened sharply, but he made no move to turn around, merely striding away down the corridor.
Luke shrugged, retreating back into the room and flopping back down onto the chair he'd previously vacated.