A Little Knowledge
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Author's note: for attanagra, because I owed her a teenage!Leia fic.
A Little Knowledge
“You knew my birth father.”
Vader’s PA - currently she’s going by the last name Vjun, as though that’s going to keep anyone from recognizing her, or as though there is anyone left in the galaxy who doesn’t know that Vjun is Vader’s hideaway - sighs and leans against the edge of the bed, so tall Leia has to climb steps to get in it at night. “Yes.”
Leia mulls this over for a second. She’s been accused of being too hasty in the past, and this is too important to screw up. Finally she says, “My mother?”
Vjun’s jaw clenches, just perceptibly. “Yes.”
Leia’s reflex, from Vjun’s reaction, is to think that they didn’t get along all that well. But the way she spoke of her father, that time in the hallway outside Imperial Palace’s Crystal Ballroom - your father would spit - makes her hesitate. There was respect there, even if it was grudging, or ... something. So ...
“How?”
Vjun looks miserable, pleading for the first time since Leia has known her. “I can’t talk about this with you, Leia,” she grates. “It isn’t safe, for any of us. Especially Bail, do you understand that? I’m sorrier than you will ever know, but I can’t tell you this. I don’t dare.”
“Why?” Leia demands. “What’s so dangerous?”
“I just told you I couldn’t talk about it!” Vjun insists. “Leia, no more. Don’t ask me. Not while Bail could be in danger.”
So Leia waits, because she loves her father. But after Alderaan ... Bail can’t be in danger any more. And Leia remembers.
Author's note: for attanagra, because I owed her a teenage!Leia fic.
A Little Knowledge
“You knew my birth father.”
Vader’s PA - currently she’s going by the last name Vjun, as though that’s going to keep anyone from recognizing her, or as though there is anyone left in the galaxy who doesn’t know that Vjun is Vader’s hideaway - sighs and leans against the edge of the bed, so tall Leia has to climb steps to get in it at night. “Yes.”
Leia mulls this over for a second. She’s been accused of being too hasty in the past, and this is too important to screw up. Finally she says, “My mother?”
Vjun’s jaw clenches, just perceptibly. “Yes.”
Leia’s reflex, from Vjun’s reaction, is to think that they didn’t get along all that well. But the way she spoke of her father, that time in the hallway outside Imperial Palace’s Crystal Ballroom - your father would spit - makes her hesitate. There was respect there, even if it was grudging, or ... something. So ...
“How?”
Vjun looks miserable, pleading for the first time since Leia has known her. “I can’t talk about this with you, Leia,” she grates. “It isn’t safe, for any of us. Especially Bail, do you understand that? I’m sorrier than you will ever know, but I can’t tell you this. I don’t dare.”
“Why?” Leia demands. “What’s so dangerous?”
“I just told you I couldn’t talk about it!” Vjun insists. “Leia, no more. Don’t ask me. Not while Bail could be in danger.”
So Leia waits, because she loves her father. But after Alderaan ... Bail can’t be in danger any more. And Leia remembers.