First (v 2.0)

starr234:

Second of my two one-shots for the first prompt. 

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As far as Darth Vader could tell, there were no holos of
Luke Skywalker that pre-dated the footage from the Death Star’s security
monitors.  The vital records kept by
Tatooine’s regional government were abysmal and the boy’s childhood home had
been destroyed.

The few times Vader tried to imagine what Luke had been like
as a child, he could only picture a young Anakin Skywalker – blonde, tanned,
and with sand forever in his stick-straight hair.  When he pictured Luke’s milestones – first
smiles, first steps, first words – he knew he was only creating pictures
cobbled together from stories his mother had told him about his own firsts.

His daydreams about young Anakin-as-Luke felt cheap and
inadequate, and he tried not to dwell on them.
They only served to remind him of the past that they had both been
robbed of.  Luke should have been raised
in luxury on Naboo or in the security of his father’s star destroyer – not in a
pale imitation of Anakin Skywalker’s childhood.

So instead of thinking about the firsts he had missed, Vader
focused on the firsts still to come.  He
would be there when Luke built his first lightsaber.  He would be there when Luke piloted his first
TIE and he would be there when Luke led his first squadron into battle.  He would see the first freeborn Skywalker
take the throne from Palpatine, and he would be by his child’s side as the
first Emperor Skywalker ruled the galaxy.

The future held so much promise for the two of them
together.  All Vader had to do was find
the boy, and they could begin.