ext_14282 ([identity profile] rabidfangurl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2007-01-09 04:15 pm

About Turn by Mina (PG-13)

Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: minor Han/Leia, minor Luke/Mara
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] vikkir
Author Website: http://www.freewebs.com/swmina/
Why this must be read:

I can't believe no one's recced this story before! Mina takes the ending of ESB and branches off in an entirely new direction. Luke's secret is found out by Alliance High Command, who decide to execute him. Instead, Luke falls into the hands of the Emperor, leading Leia and Darth Vader to make a desperate alliance... one that changes the galaxy.

Leia's head lolled against his arm, mumbling soft words. The room was hot and smoky but her skin was frozen, her lips blue. She shivered violently and he looked at her in yet more confusion, wondering how she could be so cold and who she was talking to. She looked locked in a trance.

He was striding for the alcove where Solo's frozen form was still hanging when Leia said something coherent.

"Mother..."

He hit a mental wall and rebounded, almost dropping his bundle of disguised princess as the truth finally registered in his mind. Her lips moved more but he couldn't hear her. She had a distant, far-away look in her eyes, glazed and murky and a strange blue playing across them.

Leia Organa, adopted daughter or Bail Organa, friend of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Leia Organa, rescued by a Tatooine farmboy who formed an inexplicable fascination for her.

Leia Organa, who sensed his son's thoughts even when he could not-

"Amidala?" Her brow puckered in confusion and he nearly, nearly dropped her then, on hearing a name so sorely missed and so hated in his darkest moments. And then, remembering her... looking at the Princess... it was obvious. Blindingly obvious, and he felt like a fool.

Leia Organa was his daughter.

Oh, but how she looked like her. How foolish he had been, how blind. But wasn't it like Kenobi to hide her in plain sight as he had hidden his son on his home world?

Something broke then, something died, something withered in his heart and he felt... joy. It poisoned him, Darth Vader, whose emotions could only ever revolve around his hatred. He had lost a son... gained a daughter.

No. Luke was not lost. Not yet. But if he stood here all day staring in amazement at the daughter he had never before imagined existed, then he would be lost.

He cradled her a little closer, held her a little tighter, and moved for the block of carbonite as a Wookiee with singed hair and Calrissian with his blaster held defensively joined him, faces grim.

About Turn

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