My Boy, Star Wars, Darth Vader, Rated G
TITLE: My Boy
AUTHOR: caedusremembers
FANDOM: Star Wars
CHARACTERS: Darth Vader
TIMELINE: Between The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.
RATING: Rated G
WARNINGS: None
WORD COUNT: ~350
DISCLAIMERS: I don’t profit from this.
SUMMARY: Darth Vader is injured. What could possibly keep him alive?
MY BOY
“We have to get his temperature down, his body cannot tolerate it for long.”
“There’s trauma to the chest and left upper thigh…blood loss…”
“His pulse is still erratic…”
He could hear them speaking as if from a great distance. Could hear the…worry?…no…fear…in their voices. It wouldn’t do at all for them to let Darth Vader’s life slip through their fingers. There’d be hell to pay for that.
But he was so tired. It would be so easy to let himself go. Could he? Would he be allowed to now that he was no longer the Chosen One? He could only hope.
He moved his head back and forth on the hard bed. His armor was gone. He tried to open his eyes but the room was too brightly lit. Sleep. Perhaps he could just go to sleep and never awaken again. Such a tempting idea.
But…he’d forgotten something…something important. He moved restlessly.
“Keep him still…his heartbeat is irregular…do a quick diagnostic test on…”
Something he’d been told recently…
He moved again. He felt pain in his chest and he couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath. His chest felt constricted.
Luke.
He stilled suddenly. Luke. How could he have forgotten Luke? He had to find him again. Before the Emperor did. He had to find the boy…his boy. He had to make everything right again. For Luke.
“We’re losing him…wait…wait…I don’t…pulse is steadying, heartbeat’s evening out…”
Vader felt someone lean over him and he opened his eyes to see a young medical assistant. The man froze in shock at finding himself staring into a pair of intimidating blue eyes.
“Uh…my Lord…uh…try to be still. We’ve successfully…uh…started the healing process. You were injured when your ship crashed.”
“Luke…”
“Uh…Luke?”
“Where’s Luke? I have to…find him.”
“Uh, yes sir…uh…yes, find Luke.”
The man looked helplessly at the other medical personnel who were watching him wide-eyed.
“He’s in danger. My…boy.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sure you’ll find him.” The young man’s voice dropped to a low whisper as he regarded the Dark Lord in astonishment.
“Yes…I will.”
Vader’s eyelids drooped wearily as he slowly slid into a healing sleep.
AUTHOR: caedusremembers
FANDOM: Star Wars
CHARACTERS: Darth Vader
TIMELINE: Between The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.
RATING: Rated G
WARNINGS: None
WORD COUNT: ~350
DISCLAIMERS: I don’t profit from this.
SUMMARY: Darth Vader is injured. What could possibly keep him alive?
MY BOY
“We have to get his temperature down, his body cannot tolerate it for long.”
“There’s trauma to the chest and left upper thigh…blood loss…”
“His pulse is still erratic…”
He could hear them speaking as if from a great distance. Could hear the…worry?…no…fear…in their voices. It wouldn’t do at all for them to let Darth Vader’s life slip through their fingers. There’d be hell to pay for that.
But he was so tired. It would be so easy to let himself go. Could he? Would he be allowed to now that he was no longer the Chosen One? He could only hope.
He moved his head back and forth on the hard bed. His armor was gone. He tried to open his eyes but the room was too brightly lit. Sleep. Perhaps he could just go to sleep and never awaken again. Such a tempting idea.
But…he’d forgotten something…something important. He moved restlessly.
“Keep him still…his heartbeat is irregular…do a quick diagnostic test on…”
Something he’d been told recently…
He moved again. He felt pain in his chest and he couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath. His chest felt constricted.
Luke.
He stilled suddenly. Luke. How could he have forgotten Luke? He had to find him again. Before the Emperor did. He had to find the boy…his boy. He had to make everything right again. For Luke.
“We’re losing him…wait…wait…I don’t…pulse is steadying, heartbeat’s evening out…”
Vader felt someone lean over him and he opened his eyes to see a young medical assistant. The man froze in shock at finding himself staring into a pair of intimidating blue eyes.
“Uh…my Lord…uh…try to be still. We’ve successfully…uh…started the healing process. You were injured when your ship crashed.”
“Luke…”
“Uh…Luke?”
“Where’s Luke? I have to…find him.”
“Uh, yes sir…uh…yes, find Luke.”
The man looked helplessly at the other medical personnel who were watching him wide-eyed.
“He’s in danger. My…boy.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sure you’ll find him.” The young man’s voice dropped to a low whisper as he regarded the Dark Lord in astonishment.
“Yes…I will.”
Vader’s eyelids drooped wearily as he slowly slid into a healing sleep.