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Requested by valkyrxe

She/Her❥

Part 2! Captured

1st POV
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I don't know when it happened, but I fell asleep in Kylo's arms on the way to the medical bay. He didn't seem to mind though. If he did, he wouldn't have taken me there in the first place, or I'd be dead. I don't know what's up with him though. He was so mean at first, now he's acting like he cares about my pain?

       I winced a bit while opening my eyes; the brightness from the room temporarily blinding me. While my eyes readjusted, I could make up the form, well blob of Kylo standing beside the cot I was laying on. I whimpered a bit, gathering myself up onto my elbows and inching away from Kylo in fear that he may harm me further,

"What are you doing?" he asked in amusement, a smirk making its way up to his pinkish lips, "You'll only hurt yourself more. Just lie down."

In confusion, I oblige, "Why are you helping me out? I mean, I'm obviously apart of the Rebellion and you haven't killed me yet?"

"Why did you help me out when you saw me injured?" Kylo asked plainly as the doctor droid re-entered the room,

"I don't know why you insist we help this traitor, sir," he said robotically, as droids do, "She's just going to kill us when we least expect it."

       I rolled my eyes at the bot, ignoring him, "It just felt right," I murmured softly, looking down at the marbled floor, "How's your eye now?"

        He shouldered his hair out of the way, revealing a nasty red scar jagging all the way down from the top of his eye to the bottom on his jaw, "The droid fixed it."

        I fingered the scar lightly, a sad expression on my face, "How did this happen?"

         "It's not really your concern," he replied, glancing down at his lightsaber that was hitched to his belt. He never yanked his face away from my hands, which I inwardly appreciated.

         "I mean, you never left your room when you got that injury," I smirk, knowing exactly how he got it. He was too embarrassed to tell me, "You did it to yourself didn't you? Lightsaber wound?"

His cheeks flushed from embarrassment and anger, "I'd like to see you try to wield a lightsaber. You'd probably end up with something worst than an eye wound."

"Hey, I'm not judging," I grinned sheepishly, still fingering at his scar, "I could've fixed this up so much better than that box of bolts over there."

"Noted," the droid commented, "Now I know how well I'm gonna take care of you further on."

Kylo slowly removed his face from my small hand, "Just to let you know," he began; pulling my com from his pocket, "I know about Dameron and your plan."

Now it was my turn for my cheeks to flush from embarrassment, "I don't really know what to say."

He planted the com back in the palm of my hand; force-deactivating the droid, "How about a bargain?"

I gulped slowly, closing my fingers around the fine metal, "...You're taking this really well?"

The raven-haired man rolled his eyes and continued, "I've been under Snoke's rule for many years now, and I want nothing more than freedom," he nibbled his lip in thought, "I know there's no way to redeem myself, but I've never had an opportunity to leave before now."

I smiled softly and patted the cot beside me; grabbing his gloved hand as he sat down, "I can promise that if you leave you'll face judgement, but judgement is better than... than this," I whisper, grabbing Kylo's mask off the night stand, "Be Ben Solo, like you were always meant to be."

He somewhat flinches at his old name, but doesn't burst in anger like one would expect, "I haven't heard that name in such a long time," the breath escapes his lips shakily, "(Y/N), how do you stay so positive in such bad situations?"

"I've learned with the First Order ruling, you can't let bad emotions get in the way, because if you're angry, you may die angry, and that's not how I want to go," I admit, playing with a strand of his beautiful black hair, "There are some people who are worth it."

"I think it's possible I may have found someone worth losing everything for," he turns his head to me and smiles— a legit smile.

         Blushing a bit, I squeezed his hand, "Come back with me, Ben. Your mother will be so happy to see you."

         He adverted eye contact and scanned the floor, "I could never face her after what I did to my father," he turned back to me and speckled soft kisses on my knuckles, "Let's run away together! Forget the Resistance and the First Order!"

        I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed, taking in his scent of cinnamon and something else I can't quite put my finger on, "It sounds nice, maybe the best decision either of us could make, but I could never do that to my friends and family back at home," I kissed his cheek and stood up, "Please come back with me and right your wrongs."

         In thought, Kylo nods and hands me back the Praetorian Guard armor, "Get in this. We will find Dameron and get the hell of this ship."

         In shock, I smile brightly and jump into Kylo's arms; kissing his soft lips tenderly. He kissed back after the initial surprise. Separating our lips, I smiled brightly, "I didn't expect you'd come with me."

         "I don't think I could ever function without you in my life anymore. This is the only option," he grinned cheekily, pushing a piece of long (H/C) hair behind my ear, "Now let's hurry up. Contact your friend and tell him where to meet us."

I nodded sheepishly and interacted with the com while I slipped back on the annoyingly-tight armor, "C12-82? Do you copy?"

         Immediately, Poe answers back, "Jesus, (Y/N). Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to get ahold of you for hours!"

          I giggle at his worrisome tendencies, "I'm fine, Poe. I have a surprise though. Meet me at the hanger with our ship as soon as possible. We're leaving."

          Before Poe could protest, I switched the com off and slipped it into my pocket. Placing my helmet on my head, I turned and faced the Sith, smirking a bit under the heavy metal, "I don't know how I convinced you and Snoke that I was a legit guard."

         "Shut up. You're a good liar," he pushed a hand through his hair while heading out the door; me right on his tail.

As we paced outside, we immediately put on our masks to hide what was really happening; Ben betraying his one and only home, and me guiding him to safety, where the two of us may have a life together. Somewhere safe and warm. Maybe once we win this war, we could move to somewhere that has nice sands and cool waters.

No one suspected a thing. Everyone knew Supreme Leader Snoke appointed one of his personal guards to Sith Lord Kylo Ren, so it wasn't a surprise to see the two of us together. We easily made it to the hanger without a single gun shot ringing out,

"I think this is the first time I've been around troopers and not had a bullet wizzing past my head," I admitted, obviously uneasy about the situation. Ben could sense it,

"I can tell you're anxious," he comments, curling his pinky around mine, "Calm down. They won't hurt you, especially with me around."

I squeezed his hand and nodded, "Okay. Thanks, Ben," I chuckled anxiously. I tried to disperse the nervous knot in my stomach, and thank God Ben was here to help me through this. Missions like this were always the hardest.

I spotted Poe easily out of the group of troopers. He still had his helmet on, but it was slightly crooked, and he was sitting on a crate beside of our ship,

"Nice helmet, bucket head," I smirked as Poe looked up from screwing a screw into the com link, "You broke another one?"

The brunette frowned from underneath his helmet, "No I did not I-" he cut himself off at the sight of the menacing Kylo Ren, "General Ren, Sir!" he stood up, saluting and getting back into character.

"At ease, Dameron," the raven-haired man said in amusement and sarcasm while removing his mask, "I know who you are, and I know who (Y/N) is too."

Poe immediately rose his gun up and yanked me behind him, "I know how to use this! You won't hurt (Y/N) or I!"

I slapped the back of his helmet in anger, "Poe, Jesus, chill! He's with us!"

Dameron rubbed the back of his helmet like it actually hurt, but still kept his gun pointed at Ben, "You can't actually be serious? He's a Sith and a General of the First Order!"

Ben rolled his eyes and motioned for me to come over to him, which I loyally obliged, removing my helmet and planting a small kiss on his lips, "Poe, put down the blaster. I'm with you," he whispered while holding me protectively, like I was the only thing that mattered.

"You, and you. Ship. Now!" he demanded in anger. I could see a vein popping from his neck.

        Ben glanced down at me; arms still curled around my skinny body, "He's going to skin me alive or something, right?" he asked, letting me lead the two of us to the ship,

        "He won't, you have me around," I grinned, using the same quote Ben had used about his troopers only moments around, "And he trusts me, and I trust you, so we will be fine!"

        Boarding the ship, Poe grumbled while removing his helmet and punching the door shut, "So, (Y/N), I don't know what this is about, but this is stupid! The Rebellion will never allow this, let alone what I think, and not to mention, he's a Sith!"

          "He's changed, Poe, and it's not some Sith mind game!" I defended, Ben aimlessly looking around the ship as if this didn't surprise him a bit, "You're my friend, so you should respect my decisions whether you like them or not!"

         Poe hissed and galloped over to Ben; poking him in the chest, "I understand you control powers I can't even dream of, but if you even lay a finger on her or my Rebellion, I will destroy you, got it?"

        Ben wipes some spit from his nose, nodding, "I heard your family was overprotective, but I never imagined this," he teased, stepping away from Poe and back into my reach, "I got it, don't worry, Dameron."

          The brunette grumbled and walked off; throwing a dirtied rag in the floor behind him. He punched in the coordinates and we jumped back into space almost immediately; not a single soul in that base knowing what happened,

         "So," I smiled, sitting down and patting the seat beside me, "What is one thing Mr Ben Solo wishes to do when he returns to life?"

           The man ponders at the questions, wrapping his gloved fingers around mine, "Apologize to my mother," he whispers, almost a breath, "I've put her through so much. She deserves so much better than me."

         "That's the thing though," I smile, kissing his fingers softly, "It doesn't matter what she deserves or doesn't deserve, she has you, and she loves you for you— through your mistakes and mishaps, she loves you!"

         The raven haired man nods and squeezes my hand, "And then after that, I think I'll get a new lightsaber. I think blue is a better color on me, what say you?"

         I giggle and plant my soft lips on his; loving the feeling of our unity, "Blue is perfect, Ben."

December 20th, 2019
(Moved to tumblr, @ morgan_mwah)