(a/n I want to mention that a lot of things that are going to happen in this fanfic may not be entirely realistic, because let's be honest, life on the Death Star was most likely boring for everyone. So in order to make things more interesting, I will be creating events that I am sure would never have happened, its purely for the sake of entertainment. And don't worry I won't be going crazy and making it SUPER unrealistic, I still want to give a sense of actuality.)

He said he was going to be gone for the day, but that was a lie.

It's been a whole week.

I even finished all the TIE-fighters in the hangar, after I finally accepted help of course. I was extremely reluctant at first but Adam insisted so he helped me while Mike and Kyle worked on the weapons, I knew it was his way of trying to get closer to me. Especially since he spent a lot of the time standing a little too close, I practically had to send him to a separate TIE-fighter across the room so I could breathe air that wasn't already associated with him. But I kept him around since he happens to be one of the only people here that doesn't walk with a stick up their ass.

I still constantly think of that night and what Vader might have done to that man, although I'm one hundred percent sure it was nothing good. It's also not something I have mentioned to anyone else. The image of him on me still haunts me and if it wasn't for the new security lock on my door, then I most likely wouldn't have been sleeping properly.

I woke up the morning after and there was a trooper installing a keypad next to my door and he told me that Vader insisted it be put there so there are no more 'incidents'. It did make me feel better, I never thought that something like that is something I would have to worry about here.

That brings me to where I am now, eight whole days since that night happened and since I last saw Vader. I was sitting in the cafeteria with Kyle, Adam, and Mike, chatting while eating dinner, at least they were. I on the other hand was tuned out of their conversation and I stayed lost in my own thoughts.

I couldn't keep my mind off of the dark lord, the way he gently healed my wound, the way he looked on that couch with his toned abs shining in the light, and the way my heart raced whenever he would stand so close to me. It was a mix of fear but also a mix of desire, something about him was intoxicating. I hadn't thought of it that way until he saved me that night and I wasn't sure if it was because of how grateful I was or something else entirely. But I mean who wouldn't he had the body of a god and the face of an angel.

"(y/n) are you listening?" Adam's voice cut me out of my thoughts and I shot up my gaze to meet his.

"Hm?" I asked, showing I really wasn't listening.

He chuckled, "We were asking if you wanted to come with us down to the hangar where Kyle  has stashed a nice bottle of whiskey?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

I raised my brow at the three, I'm not much of a drinker but after everything I've been through, I was actually considering it. "I don't know." I mumbled slightly worried we would get in trouble, this was a workplace after all, but with Tarkin and Vader not here, the employees were getting bold and some taking advantage of the situation like these men in front of me. Especially since Captain Piett is extremely lenient.

"Come on, you've worked so hard this past week, let loose." Adam nudged my shoulder causing me to smile.

"Fine," I gave in with a playful eye roll. The men quietly cheered so no one else would hear as we all stood up to make our way to the hangar. I kind of felt like a teenager again, sneaking around and hiding from authority.

We reached the hangar and Kyle pulled out a bottle from one of the many crates that were stacked along the wall. "Ladies first." He handed it to me and I eyed the brown liquid inside before taking the top of the bottle off. This is for you Noah I raised the bottle slightly as I thought of my brother and took a drink, the liquid immediately burned my throat and I gagged  as I handed it to Adam. We continued doing this until all four of us finished the bottle together.

Everything was moving in a blur and instead of seeing three friends in front of me I saw six. We told stories of our jobs and of their lives prior to the Death Star. Other than me, my past is something I didn't wish to discuss which is something they understood and didn't ask me any further questions.

"I think," I stood up and held my hands out to keep balance, "I should go to bed." I giggled at the head rush I was getting, I have never been this drunk in my life, in fact I'm pretty sure this is my first even being drunk. Before I would stop at a slight buzz so I wouldn't go too far. But today thanks to the trauma and pain I was feeling, I did not hold back.

"I'll walk you." Adam stood up and gripped on my arm, he seemed okay, I noticed he drank less than any of us. I accepted his offer since I was sure I might face plant the second I began to walk on my own.

"You're so nice." I giggled as we walked along the nearly empty hallway due to how late it most likely was.

He chuckled at my drunken state, "So I've been told." We finally reached my room and I stared blankly at the keypad, what was my code again? I sighed annoyed at myself for being drunk enough to not remember my own code. " You know you never told me how you managed to get one of these?" Adam reached past me and swiped his finger across the keys.

I turned to meet his eyes, "I just asked." I lied with a drunken giggle.

He stared down at me and his smile dropped to something a little more serious, "I like you (y/n)." He leaned close to me and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

"Ada-" I tried to stop him but he cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. They were soft and it was sweet. I didn't realize it till about a few seconds in but I was kissing him back, or was I? Another face was in my head the whole time. I blamed the alcohol that was running through my system right now. He pressed me against the door and tried to deepen the kiss but my brain finally caught up to what was happening and I pulled away from him. "I can't." I shook my head.

"But why?" He asked with hurt feelings as he brought a hand up to cup my face. His eyes searching my face for answers. I felt bad for him, he was a great guy and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"I-" I was interrupted by my comlink, he took a step back and I brought the device to my lips, "Yes?"

"Vader requests your presence." The voice of a woman came through and my eyes widened. He's back, not only that but he wanted to see me and I was completely wasted.

"Fuck." I mumbled, I needed to act as normal as possible, I got this, I can do it. I stood up straight and took a deep breath. I stared down the hallway knowing exactly where his office was but the problem was, I saw two hallways.

"Need help?" Adam asked politely but I could still hear a hint of sadness in his voice from my rejection.

"Yes." I accepted his arm and he walked me down the hall, "I am so screwed." I told him and he let out a small chuckle.

"Just act normal, no doubt he just wants to talk to you about the TIE-fighters. It should be a quick one-sided conversation, just don't throw up" He teased and I let out a heavy sigh, he was not making me feel better. We reached the familiar door, "I'll see you tomorrow." He placed a kiss on my cheek and walked away, sadness still clear in his voice. I felt so guilty, he was the only friend I really had here and I was afraid to lose him.

I knocked on the door and it slid open, there he was. Sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair. "Come in." He gestured to the seat in front of his desk and I took a heavy breath before walking to the chair, concentrating on every step I was taking so I wouldn't fall over. I sat down and his yellow eyes were gazing into my (y/e/c) ones. I was beginning to panic because there were two of him and I wasn't sure which one to look at, "I see you finished the ships in the hangar." He grabbed a report from his pile that was the same one I had given Piett last night when I was done.

Act normal.

I nodded, "Yes."

He set the report down and looked back to me, "I'm bringing in more for you to do, that won't be a problem will it?" He asked in a monotone as he tilted his head.

I slowly shook my head, "Nope."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "You're acting weird."

I slowly shook my head again, "No I'm not." I was trying so hard to hide all of my thoughts.

Which he noticed because he stood up from his chair and leaned over his desk so his face was close to mine, "Are you," His eyes narrowed more as he leaned closer and I saw him sniff and my eyes widened slightly, "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe." I admitted, not like I could lie. I sat there nervously as his yellow eyes burned into me.

He was still so close and I could feel his breath on my face. My mind, involuntarily, went to the events just prior when Adam had kissed me. How as his lips touched my lips, I had one person in my head, and this person was in front of me now. "Your thoughts are loud." He muttered as his gaze went from my eyes, to my lips, then back to my eyes again.

"I'm just really drunk." I mumbled to defend my thoughts, that was it right? The alcohol was working it's magic on my judgement.

"Clearly." He leaned away from me, back into his chair, "Can you make it back to your room without puking in my hallways?" He sighed, pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

"Yes," I stood up with forced confidence, but I stood up a little too fast and felt my stomach turning, "Or not." A waste basket was quickly shoved into my arms and I vomited the contents of my stomach into it.

"You're lucky you're valuable." I heard him snap as I finished throwing up. "Let's go and keep that with you." He pointed to the basket as he grabbed ahold of my arm and led me out of the room. I followed him as he guided me to my room and aggressively pressed the code in. I wondered how he knew it but then again I doubt there's anything on this station that he doesn't know. "Shower, don't drown, then go to bed." He spoke in an irritated tone before turning around to leave, "We'll finish our discussion in the morning." He waved his hand so my door opened and he exited the room. Leaving me standing there with a vomit filled waste basket.

How am I not dead yet?

(a/n I am not trying to have the relationship move too quickly so I'm sorry if some of you are stressed at the scenes where it seems like something is gonna happen but then it doesn't. Thats me toying with you because I suck hehe. Hope you enjoyed this and I will update again soon. Either tonight or tomorrow.)