This fic is rated: G
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mon Mothma
Timeline: post-RotJ
For starwarsficfest's prompt: OT, Mon Mothma - Post-RotJ, Luke and Leia's parentage. How little we really know people.
Word Count: 232
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Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, starwarsficfest, skywalker_days
A/N: the title is a song by Tori Amos
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.

Of course, she'd wondered.

After all, it wasn't as if Skywalker was a common name. And Commander Skywalker had certainly looked the part -- though he'd lacked the sheer showmanship of the Hero Without Fear. And, of course, though Skywalker had been presumed killed during the purge, it wasn't impossible that he'd left behind a son.

But with the Alliance constantly on the run, she'd never had the opportunity to ask.

Three weeks after Endor, he and Leia Organa came to her.

Organa spoke first. "There's something you ought to know -- about the two of us. Something that could be used to damage our credibility."

For a moment, she thought that Organa was going to say that Skywalker had gotten her pregnant. She was about to reassure them that there were worse things, when he blurted out "Darth Vader was our father."

She wasn't sure which shocked her more -- the Darth Vader or the our. She let out a long breath before asking, "Not Anakin Skywalker?"

"Anakin Skywalker took the name Darth Vader," Organa explained. By the carefully neutral tone in her voice, she was none too happy about the fact.

That voice, the tilt of her chin -- it was as if two and a half decades fell away. And suddenly, a quarter of a century too late, everything clicked into place. Oh, Padme, why didn't you tell me?