“I didn’t know we had the best pilot in the Resistance on
The slightly mechanical voice drew Poe’s gaze to the man in
the mask, shrouded in his dark cloak.
Poe’s usually quick tongue was at a loss. He could feel the
fear creeping up inside of him, threatening to boil over and show it, but he
forced it down. The First Order loved to make people feel afraid. They thrived
on it. He couldn’t give them that satisfaction.
“I’m impressed. No one has managed to get from you what you
did with the map.” Kylo Ren seemed perfectly passive for someone harboring so
much evil. Then again, that was probably why he wore the mask.
Some of his vibrato fought through his emotions, and Poe
spat back with what little fire he had left. “You might want to rethink your technique.”
Kylo reached out with a gloved hand and forced his way into
the pilot’s mind, pulling him up in the chair with the power of it. Poe wasn’t
strong with the force, but he wasn’t weak-minded either. His thoughts on the
surface betrayed little that would help.
Kylo threw Poe back into the chair as he tried to press
further in. “Where is it?”
Poe gritted through his teeth. “The Resistance will not be
intimidated by you.” The force pressing and pulling at Poe’s brain was so much
so that it was pulling him, slowly, towards Kylo’s outstretched hand. Poe knew
he couldn’t take it much more and let out a yell.
The searing pain of this moment was nearly unbearable. In
all of your late night conversations about the Jedi- and there had been many- you
had not once told him what it was like to be on the receiving end of mind
tricks like this. You’d never mentioned the pain, the force pressing in on your
brain, squeezing it inside his skull. Was it always like this, or was that just
“You have her.”
Poe looked up through bleary eyes just in time to see Kylo
taking a step back, shock. “Who?”
Kylo’s palm flattened out, and Poe was slammed back into the
chair. The pain in his head was a dull throb. Clearly, Kylo had given up this
attack; he’d resorted to something a little more head on. Poe felt like he was
being crushed into the chair, like Kylo was physically trying to force him
through it. “You have her.” It was a growl, the first genuine emotion Kylo had
“(Y/n)…” Poe realized what he’d done. Kylo had seen you in
his thoughts. Kylo had seen you in his thoughts, knew who you were with. Poe failed you. “No.”
Kylo raised his hand back to Poe’s mind. He had to know more.
He had to know everything. He assaulted Poe’s thoughts with a vengeance,
tearing at his mind and unraveling him with a fury he hadn’t possessed in years,
as if Poe was the weakest mind in the galaxy.
Kylo flew through thoughts of cockpits, Jakku, command
centers. He practically disregarded the image of a small BB unit carrying the
map he had come for. No, he kept plowing through till he saw what he was now looking
for. An image of you.
Kylo ripped himself from Poe’s mind and fled the room,
shouting orders about finding the droid as he marched for Leader Snoke, ready
to beg if he must. He was going to… needed to kill that resistance scum. How
dare he even think of you!
An image of you. Sitting on a grassy hill, lying back to
look at the stars. Poe, running over to join you. The smile on your face when
he laid down with you. He hadn’t seen that smile in years… He used to be the
only one who could make you smile like that…
Two hands grabbed at
your waist from behind and jerked you back through a door.
You reached instinctively
for the lightsaber on your hip, but when you looked down to grab at it the
hands that grabbed you encompassed it already, holding it in place at your hip.
“Not so fast there, my
Tension flooded from
your body. “Ben!” You laughed wheeling on him and throwing your arms around his
neck. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“Sorry,” He chuckled, “I
just couldn’t resist.” His arms draped over your hips as he bent his head to
rest against yours. “It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve seen you. I just got
a little overexcited.”
“A little?” You glanced
back instinctively to the open door behind you. “Someone could’ve seen us!
Someone could still see…”
Ben raised his hand
and flicked his wrist. The door swung shut and locked itself before you could
even finish a sentence. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
You didn’t need to
turn back. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Ha. Ha. Very funny,” You
said sarcastically. “Really Ben,” You rounded on him. Hands falling to his
chest, you tried to express the urgency of what you were saying to him, “We
need to be more careful. People are starting to get suspicious. Luke is getting suspicious.”
Ben rolled his eyes, “So
what? Who cares if they know?”
“Who cares? Ben, Luke
would throw us out, and you know it! It’s against the Jedi…”
“Yeah,” Ben waved you
off with a heavy sigh, “against the rules I know. But…” He hesitated half a
second, “What if I said I don’t care?”
Then, it was your turn
to roll your eyes. “I’d call you a liar…” You glanced around the room, force of
habit checking for eavesdroppers. You bit your lip and turned back to him with a
teasing tone. “Come to my room tonight. We’ll talk about this more, hopefully
somewhere we won’t get caught.” Traipsing back, you kept your eyes locked on
his as you moved to the door. “Let’s not risk it okay? For your sake… You want
to be a Jedi more than anything, Ben.”
As the door shut
behind you Ben slumped back against the wall. “Not more than I want you.”