For anyone who hasn't been in a box for the last couple decades, you know that these character aren't mine- they're Lucas'. With that said, here we go.

[ANH AU--- Vader discovers his son's identity prematurely- and from an unlikely source.]

Luke ran towards the Falcon, unable to shake the odd feeling that he was missing something important- leaving someone behind.

Just then he heard the hum of a lightsabre, he turned- wide-eyed- and watched as his mentor was struck down by a dark figure.

"BEN!"

Rage boiled within him as he shot every trooper he could manage, he ignored Leia's call as he moved towards the dark man.

~

Vader turned as he felt a strong ripple through the Force. Just as the blast doors began to slide shut he saw him- a young man shooting wildly and moving towards him. With a push of the Force the doors began to retract again- and he in turn moved towards the boy.

~

Ben was dead, he kept reminding himself- but the feeling that SOMEONE he needed was here would not be ignored.

He watched in amazement as his object of rage turned his attention to him.

He heard Leia's desperate scream distantly as the Dark Lord's eyes locked on him.

There was no turning back now.

The blaster fire ceased as the dark and light moved towards one another.

~

"What in Sith?!" Han looked at Leia angrily, "did the kid hit his head or something on your way here?"

Leia stood frozen on the Falcon's ramp shaking her head slowly, she couldn't answer- nor could she move.

~

Vader and Skywalker halted mere feet away from each other, glaring.

Vader felt the rage pouring from the young man- his obviously strong Force potential screaming. The Sith leaned forward, taunting the determined child,

"Why do you hate me so, boy?"

The youth did not falter, "You are a monster."

Vader rolled his lightsabre in his palm lazily, "This is war."

"No," Vader's head lifted fractionally at the authority of the boy's voice- much like his own. "You betrayed and murdered your friend."

Vader pushed back the urge to laugh, "Obi-Wan?"

Luke glanced at the pile of robes several feet from them, shaking his head.

"Anakin Skywalker," he corrected evenly.

Vader's rage seethed, he grabbed the child by the collar, and brought his weapon to bear on the strong jaw of the youth. Just as he was about to send the blade through the young mind, he hissed,

"I did not kill him- I CONQUERED him."

He felt the rage rise in the boy in his hand and continued, "That name no longer has any meaning to me."

Instantly the boy's blue eyes widened with realization-and then a wave of denial crashed over Vader- somehow causing him to drop his prey.

"What?" he growled in disbelief.

He looked down at the panting boy- on his hands and knees shaking his sandy crowned head. Vader watched as the vaguely familiar crystal blue eyes looked up at him.

"No, that's impossible."

Vader leaned forward, suddenly intrigued by this infuriating boy, and hissed,

"And why is that?"

His voice was but a whisper- nonetheless, it did not escape the Dark Lord.

"Anakin Skywalker was my father."

A thud echoed throughout the bay as Vader's lightsabre dropped from his gloved hand.

[What do you think? I thought that Vader should get the shock for once. Even a Sith needs to be swept off his feet ONCE in a while!]