Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday
The next blast shook the mining facility, and the duel halted abruptly as both combatants struggled to keep their footing. Ultimately, the smaller of the two lost his balance and Luke Skywalker pitched over the railing of the rapidly collapsing walkway with a startled cry. His fingers barely caught the edge of a crane tipping precariously towards the molten metal far below, but his grip was tenuous.
Then there was a hand reaching down for him, an unsettling echo of another duel that seemed both too recent to bear and yet a lifetime ago.
“Luke,” Darth Vader knelt at the edge of the walkway, “Take my hand.”
But what did that entail? Luke did not want to die, but would this be a kind of surrender, allowing the dark lord to save him?
“I…don’t think…” he tried to voice his thoughts and failed.
“Luke!” Vader stretched out his hand, sounding almost desperate. Well, Luke supposed a little concern was appropriate and vastly overdue, if the man was really his father. “Take my hand,” Vader repeated, “I will not let you fall.”
After a heartbeat, Luke asked in a very small voice, “You promise?”
“I promise,” his father answered.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Luke gulped, then swung one arm up to where Vader could catch hold of it and draw him back onto the walkway.
And Vader came to the stark realization that there had been double meaning in the boy’s words, spoken not in Basic but in a language still used in secret on Tatooine, when the Hutts could not hear. And rashly he had entered into a pact not easily broken.
I will not let you fall, he had said.