A/N: Hi! So by request I have managed to do one Vader-Leia based. Well, it's more off Vader-Luke and Leia based really depends on how you looks at it. ;) By the way this is sort of a what if as well. XD"

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Glimpse

Vader's eyes narrow as he watches the Emperor.

Luke and stubborn sister she is, Leia had come to surrender themselves to the their father. And they did. Now, however, it's going terribly. Leia is so stubborn and stalwart it's literally impossible to turn her, Luke however, will only turn if it's to join his father or stay with his sister and it's infuriating the Emperor.

After a small battle, (who knew his daughter had such good aim) Vader now lay helpless on the ground the respirator heaving with each intake of breath. Helpless. It's a word Vader hates, he's not used to it. It's what drove him crazy with Padme. He can't be helpless. He has to do something.

"Good, use your hate." Palatine instructs a low hissing voice in his voice. Leia is panting heavily her gun raised towards Vader's chest but her fingers are shaking. Luke stands next to their father, lightsaber pointed towards his neck, he two is soaked in sweat.

"Kill him," Palatine commands looking at either twin. Which ever one did it would be his apprentice and be forced to kill the other. It was all a game to him, remove an old apprentice for a young one. One sibling over the other. He can see both of them twitching to move their hands, one quick slash or trigger pull and Anakin Skywalker is no more.

Leia's eyes brim with tears of frustration and her hand falters as in sync, Luke throws his weapon away with a horrified look. Both twins had literally considered killing their parent and it terrified them. "No," Luke says eyes narrowed and turns looking the Emperor in the eyes, "I am a Jedi like my father before me."

Leia gives an agreeing nod her blaster slipping from her fingers with a clatter. Palpatine's eyes narrow with hate. "If you will not kill him, you will be destroyed."

His withered hands lift and lightning leaps off his fingertips smashing into Luke's exposed chest. Luke lets out a scream collapsing to his knees as the pain becomes too much. Palpatine raises from his throne looking completely giddy.

"Stop it!" Leia screams watching her brother fall into a tight ball of pain.

"Silence!" Palpatine shouts and waves his hand. Leia travels across the room and smashes into the railing of the Death Star's shaft breaking through the metal at the force and starting to fall down.

Her blood pumps in her ears.

Luke's screams echo distantly in her mind.

She's falling.

She never even told Han how she feels, they could have gotten married. Luke, oh, her crazy, stubborn stalwart brother. And her father...She's joining her mother, Alderaan.

Her eyes refuse to close and she's stuck staring up at the broken railing hearing the screams of her brother as he's tortured and Palpatine's cackling. Her father's wheezed breathing, the tears brimming her wide, tear filled eyes.

Falling.

Her chest jerks upwards suddenly her limbs going limp as she stops. Leia's brain is muffled for a moment. Is she dead already? That couldn't have been more than fifteen, maybe twenty seconds. No, she's definitely alive but...how.

The Force. She's being held up by the Force. But how? Luke isn't in the condition to help her and the Emperor wouldn't save her unless to kill her himself. All these thoughts run through the princess's head in less than a second before she's pulled upwards by the unseen force her limbs still remaining limp at her sides. Within a second, she collapses into Vader's awaiting arm (his other one is currently missing) her eyes wide.

Vader holds her close for a moment, "Are you alright?" He asks his wheezed breath having never sounded more relieving to Leia. She shakes her head 'no.'

Vader turns and stands in front of her as he lifts his remaining hand upwards and grabs the Emperor in a choke hold Luke's pained screams halting and turning to groans. Palpatine watches his apprentice for a moment yellow eyes angered.

"Don't…" He starts to choke but Vader's grasp tightens.

He moves forward his cloak sweeping over Luke's battered body Leia standing stiffly a few feet away. "Don't touch them." Vader hisses, for once, the motto tone of his respirator broken by his angered hiss.

It was the first time, any of the three (though Luke wasn't exactly coherent) could say they've seen Palpatine terrified.

No one touches what is Vader's. And Leia and Luke are his.

Vader releases Palpatine and the old man collapses with a gasp for breath as Vader turns leaning down to assets to his son. They need to leave the station before the Alliance blows it up, that much Vader and Leia know.

"Luke?" Vader asks resting his hand down on his son's shoulder.

Luke lets out a pained groan his body twitching but his eyes flutter slightly spotting the Sith in front of him and a half tired smile works its way across his lips, "Father." he manages to gasp.

Palpatine watches the two for a moment his vision blurring. Fury races through his veins with every pulse of his heartbeat and shoving onto one elbow, Palpatine lifts up a hand and summons Leia's gun into his hand. With a tired raise of his hand he aims. His initial plan was to hit Vader's back and end Anakin but he missed.

Terribly.

Leia lets out a screech of pain as the blaster bolt tears through her back and she falls forward, collapsing next to her brother as Vader whirls around looking at his old master with hate. No words leave his angered tongue as he lifts his hand up and raises the Emperor from his positions on the floor and flings him across the room towards the Death Star's shaft standing in anger for a moment.

The Emperor had crossed a line that shouldn't even be tampered, touched, or messed with. No one is allowed to harm his children, Luke was bad enough but Leia...no, not his recently learned daughter. Rage settles through his veins before Vader once again leans down and runs his hand across Leia's face as Luke lets out a groan.

The younger Skywalker open his eyes before jumping into sudden alert-mode. He leaps to his feet nearly colliding his forehead with Vader's mask as he does so. "Elp!" Luek yelps and leans backwards staring around himself for several long moments before noticing his sister, "Leia!" He exclaims and leans down resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Our time is running short, we need to leave." Vader announces and Luke nods before staring at his father for a moment. Even as tired and jello-like his limbs feel, he's the only one with two hands. Biting his lip slightly Luke leans forward and making sure to avoid the blaster bolt on his sister's shoulder rolls her over and picks her up bridal style.

Almost immediately, Luke's limbs give out and he starts to fall forward before Vader's steadying hand rests on his hand. The father and son share a look before without removing his hand Vader steers him forward keeping him upright saying one word, "Come."

A/N: Yay!

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