Luke slowly regained consciousness, though he didn't immediately open his eyes; he knew that his Father was there due to the sound of his breathing, and Luke didn't want to face his wrath. Maybe he deserved, but he had done well though…right? He had destroyed the Super X! That surely meant something?

"I know you are awake." Luke inwardly winced and slowly let his eyes flutter open.

"Father." Luke acknowledged, surprised at how raspy his voice was. Luke was prepared for whatever his Father was going to say, he could handle it…

"What on earth were you thinking?" Vader exploded. Luke was sure that if his mask wasn't there, spit would be flying everywhere.

"F-Father I can explain—"

"YOU WOULD'VE BEEN KILLED!" Vader had obviously lost his cool.

"I thought I was helping you!" Luke argued, glad that he was currently ill, he didn't want to be locked back in that cell anymore.

"I have had years of practice in battles! And you have had none! Do you know how close you were to being blown up! DO YOU!" Vader thundered, shaking an angry fist at Luke.

"I—weren't you even a little impressed that I blew up that big Super X-wing?" Luke tried to change the subject.

To be honest, Vader was very impressed that Luke had managed to do that. It seemed that Skywalkers were destined to do great things. He himself had blown up a death-station when he was nine.

"It was foolish and dangerous! Do you think I would be impressed if you died Luke?" Vader was breathing heavily, and somewhere in-between his rant he had stood up—sending his chair clattering to the floor.

Vader had finally relented on harshly berating Luke when he had burst into tears and could not be consoled. Vader sighed impatiently, feeling slightly hypocritical; he himself had ignored whatever Obi-Wan had told him and dived head first into battles, usually coming out with just a few scratches.

Apart from that fight with Dooku and on Mustafa.

"Cooperate with the Doctor, I shall be back shortly." Vader didn't spare a distraught Luke another glance as he strode purposely out of the room.

Luke pulled his blanket up to his chin so only his eyes were poking up from the top. Everyone at school would be wondering where he was. Kevin and Jexton took it upon themselves to start up a wild reason why he was not present.

He heard the Doctor humming and quickly scrubbed at his face; he dint want the Doctor to know he had been crying.

"Ah, Luke. How are we feeling?" if the man knew Luke had been crying, he gave no indication. Instead, he took Luke's temperature and gave him a glass of water.

"When I can I leave?" Luke thirstily swallowed all his water, and set the glass down on the side table.

"Well, I wouldn't advise you to go around hopping into anymore Tie-fighters that's for certain!" the Doctor's attempt at humour was lost on Luke.

"When?" Luke very nearly snapped.

"Well young man, you've fractured your knee…so I don't think it to be wise to leave your bed."

"But I can still walk right? With like, crutches or something?" the Doctor stared at Luke and Luke stared back, a small glare on his face.

"You've fractured your knee."

Is this man stupid? I know that already! Luke refrained from telling the Doctor this to his face; instead, he gave a small snort and said in a forcibly calm tone:

"But if I were to leave, I could use crutches?" Luke felt like he was explaining something to a very young child.

"I'll have to get back to you on that." The Doctor left and Luke opened and closed his mouth like a fish. What had just happened? Why had he just left like that? Why didn't he answer his question?

Luke grumbled and went to turn around, but stopped because of his knee.

"This sucks." He muttered.

Sometime later…

Luke had been wheeled into his Father's private shuttle so that they could fly to Coruscant. So far, Vader hadn't said anything to Luke, simply going on as if he wasn't there. Luke wasn't sure if he preferred it when they had been arguing, or this.

"Are you still mad at me?" Luke asked timidly, gingerly stretching his leg out.

"I still cannot believe you did that. What possessed you to hide on General Hazdan's ship, steal a Tie-fighter and nearly kill yourself?"

"I said I was sorry!" Luke huffed.

"You will be adequately punished once we return to Coruscant." Vader said no more and Luke whined a little.

Once they landed in Vader's Hangar Bay, Luke got to test out his crutches. The Doctor said he would only need them for a few days before he could start walking around. Even then he wasn't allowed to run or do anything that required a lot of use of his legs.

"You will go to your room and stay there until I say you can come out. Do you understand?" Luke nodded, and Vader watched as he slowly hobbled away.

Sweeping down the hallway, he felt tired; no one warned him that raising a child would be so difficult. Or maybe Luke was a special case?

That's what happens when you are raised for 9 years without any parents. Vader thought irritably. I blame Obi-Wan for all this! He stole Luke away from me…the stupid old fool.

Vader slammed his hand angrily against the button, and the doors to his room slid open. Settling down in his leather chair, he relaxed, trying to meditate.

He found it was nearly impossible, Luke was too upset, and it affected him. Perhaps he had been too harsh with the boy?

No, he stole a Tie-fighter and nearly got himself killed!

But if he wanted anything that resembled a restful night, then he was going to have to make amends with his son.

Luke watched warily as Vader stood in his doorway. Was he going to be shouted at again? Well, what else could it be? His Father was not in the best of moods with him.

"Luke, I think you are foolish, reckless, you don't think about what you are going to do—you simply do it…" Luke braced himself, not finding the willpower to argue back. "But, you are my son, and Skywalkers aren't known for rational thinking." He ended.

Padme was always the rational thinker…

Luke's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Are you trying to apologize?" Luke asked incredulously.

"No. And if anyone should be apologizing, it should be you!" Vader consciously tried to lower his tone of voice. He had already done his fair bit of shouting at Luke, for around 15 long minutes.

"I am sorry, Father, for stealing a Tie-fighter and for nearly dying." Luke mumbled sincerely. Now that he had reflected on it, it was rather stupid of him. Of course his Father wouldn't die; he was the best pilot ever! Luke could've hit himself for being so brash.

"I don't want us to argue." Luke said, blinking up at Vader.

"I do not wish to fight either, young one." Vader replied, stepping into Luke's room.

"Don't call me that." Luke muttered, a little crease on his forehead.

"Do not think I have forgotten about your punishment!" Vader let the doors close behind him, and noted in disgust all the clothes that were strewn haphazardly across his floor. He glanced at the walls, and noted with some surprise that there was a poster of him there.

He suddenly felt awkward, an emotion he had not felt in a long time. He cleared his throat.

"Don't take me to the Emperor!" Luke pleaded, his muscles twitching at the memory of being electrocuted.

"Of course not, I did not know the Emperor was going to do that. I never knew that that was the Emperor's intention." Luke sat up with some difficulty.

"Father, you know that I l—"

"I must go now Luke. I need to meditate." Vader said in a rush, knowing that Luke was going to say the L-word. He had never heard his son say that, and he wasn't even sure how he would've replied.

"But Father—" Luke tried again, feeling the need to make sure his Father knew that he loved him.

"Be sure to get some rest, and order dinner. No leaving your bed." Vader slammed the button with more force than he intended.

"Iloveyou!" Luke rushed out, the words tumbling out of his mouth. Vader paused; he could've pretended not to have heard him, since it almost didn't make any sense…he swept out the room, as warm feeling—though not unfamiliar—spread from his chest to the tips of his fingers and toes.

A few weeks later…

The school bell rang, and all the students in class 4YJ let out a collective whoop of excitement.

"Finally it's half-term!" Hailie squeezed out the door with the rest of the class, tugging Luke and Ryan behind her.

"I know right! We need to all meet up! It'll be so cool!" Ryan stopped to clutch at a stitch in his side, out of breath.

"Yeah. It'll be fun. It's also my birthday soon!" Luke wondered if he would throw a party or not.

"Oh yeah! That'll be fun! It's over the half-term though; I think I'm away on holiday." Hailie scratched her chin thoughtfully.

"Same with me mate. I'm away the whole week." Luke silently thanked whoever was up there in relief. He wouldn't have to plan anything now! He was a little depressed that he would most likely be stuck at home all day, but that didn't squash the feeling of happiness in him!

"Anyway, I'll see you guys soon! Call each-other yeah?" Luke waved as everyone split up into different directions.

He saw Vader's P.A (whose name was Ian) waiting in a ship.

"Get in kid, I haven't got all day." Ian started the engine without checking to see if Luke was strapped in or not.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Luke asked.

"I hate looking after whiny kids." Ian half-joked. Luke tittered a bit and wished dearly that they would be home by now.

…

"Father! It's half-term and it'll be my birthday soon isn't that awesome I'm so excited!" Luke yelled in a rush, barrelling into his Father. Vader stumbled slightly from the impact and manoeuvred his way past a babbling Luke.

"Half-term? What are you going to do all week?" Vader asked, secretly dreading the idea of Luke following him around (as he liked to do whenever he was bored).

"I don't know. Something awesome!" Luke jiggled around as he kicked of his shoes, tie and jacket. He left them in a rumbled pile in front of his bed-room door.

"What are you going to get me?" Luke asked, somehow getting a ton of energy.

"I do not know. What would you like?" Vader hadn't even considered it. "I was thinking something along the lines of; A) some mechanical equipment B) a shuttle ride into space or C) giving you some money to spend as you see fit." Vader stopped walking and glanced down at Luke.

Luke pretended to think a little bit before his face lit up in a mischievous smile.

"How about all THREE!" Luke laughed as Vader shook his head in amusement. "Seriously though." He added afterwards.

"We shall see." Vader said lightly. Luke took that as a yes and danced himself back to his room. Vader laughed under his breath.

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Luke sat up, feeling as though he could do anything.

"It's my birthday!" He shot out of bed, and made his way to Vader's quarters, intent on waking his Father up to share the good news.

The first chapter of the second in the Luke and His Father series will either be out tomorrow OR possibly today! I'm not too good at endings so…. ^.^ yeah.