Trying something new, thought I'd do a fluffy ROTJ fix-it oneshot. Excerpt below!
“No, you're coming with me. I'll not leave you here. I've got to save you!”
Anakin looked up at Luke with mingled pride and sorrow. “You already have, Luke. You—”
“Luke!” an unfamiliar voice shouted.
Luke looked back over his shoulder to see an old soldier in the green of a Rebel unit hurrying across the hangar bay toward them. Instinctively, he leaned over his father in a defensive attitude, reaching to his waist for a weapon that wasn’t there.
“It’s okay!” he told the soldier. “He won’t hurt you!”
“I know, kid.” The soldier clapped a reassuring hand to Luke’s shoulder before turning to his father. “Another close one, eh, General?”