This is my AU (not in canon with the movie), the rebels picked up Kylo before his lord did. Han survived but is gravely injured. They are on a ship and will be for a while. Poe was Ben's childhood friend even though he is slightly older than him. I am not a Star Wars expert and I am not trying to be, I am writing because I love to write and I am intrigued by Kylo Ren. I am in no way trying to troll or hurt your fandom, I am just writing fanfiction purely for my enjoyment.

Thank you.

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"You've got to be joking."

"No sir."

"Please, why can't anybody else-."

"I don't give the orders, Poe. I just deliver them. If you have a problem, take it up with General Organa."

Poe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Fine." He said

He snatched the piece of paper out of the soldier's hand and strode down the hallway.

"Fine. I'll go take to her. Ill go and get my head bit off that's what would happen-OUCH! Watch where you're going! Oh, sorry Chewie-."

Poe had been so distracted but his recent bad luck that he had walked straight into the giant wookie.

"Rawwrrr." He mumbled sadly

Poe looked up at him sympathy, "I know, Chewie. I know. But Han is going to be okay, once the surgeons finish with him. In a few weeks you'll have your best friend back, I promise."

"Rawwerrr rrrrr grrrrr?"

"What am I mad about? I'm not mad-."

"Grrraaaa" and he pointed to the letter in Poe's hand.

"Oh….this. I'm going to talk to General Organa about it right now, actually."

"Grrrrrrr?"

"Og it's just….just ridiculous. You know how our last ship did a sweep of the planet before it was destroyed? Well, they found…they found Kylo Ren. He's been badly injured, but alive and they want someone—scratch that—they want ME to look after him until we transport him the prison unit. ME a goddamn babysitter for the worst man in the entire galaxy. I just cant believe it, I-."

"Grawwww graw graw. Grawwww?"

"Well, I don't care if Leia told you that we were friends growing up. HE'S NOT MY FRIEND ANYMORE. He tried to kill me, he tried to kill Han, his own father. I'm sorry Chewie, but I just cant do it. Not this one. " Poe told the wookie angrily, half crumbling the letter in his hand.

Chewie crumbled his face and shook his head.

"Don't give me that look. I know I'm right. I'll see you later bud, I have to talk to the General."

And without another word, Poe turned from his friend and walked briskly down the hallway.

Leia Organa was sitting at her desk, looking at a digital map and taking notes on her tablet when Poe walked inside her office.

"You are here about your latest assignment, are you not?" she asked without looking up from the map.

"Yes ma'm. I don't-."

"What you do or don't think doesn't matter. I am General and I make the rules." Leia said, standing up from her chair and looking at Poe.

She glanced up at him, and Poe saw how tired her face was and how sad she seemed.

"But I also think you should do it" she said softly, turning away from him and looking out her small desk window.

"You are one of the few people who knew him as Ben. If anyone where to get through to him, it would be you." She continued

Poe stared at her, "We were friends when we were eight years old. I can barely remember, it was so long ago. How do you think I'd be able-."

"He's mute, Poe." Leia said, and Poe felt himself take an involuntary sharp breath.

"What?"

"He was injured, during the rescue. The doctors told me they had to operate to remove some of the metal that had gotten into his throat when the planet was exploding. There was too much damage and now….now he'll never speak again." She said sadly, and Poe saw the eyes of a mother mourning for her child.

"Oh…"

"I cant just let some stranger watch him. Not after something like that. Yes, he's a war criminal but he's also my son and know we can get him back if we just try. Please, please Poe?" She said, looking up at him.

Poe sighed. He had known Kylo—Ben when they were growing up. He had a dim memory of them being lectured by a very distraught Leia because they had thought it would be a good idea to pogo stick down the hallway and through the glass window. He still had the scar on his chin from that incident, if one looked close enough they could see it. Ben had given him his teddy bear that night because he felt so bad about his friend getting injured. Ben had been a good soul, and hopefully he would still be in there under the mask of Kylo Ren. It felt wrong not to at least try to get him back.

Poe nodded, "I understand, Leia. And I'll try my best."

Leia nodded and gave him a weak smile, "Thank you, Poe."

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This will be a 4-5 part series. Next one should be up within the week.

I am very serious about my work. I write and with that said, I want to take a moment to talk about respecting the works that are on here.

I totally will accept constructive criticism, everyone should, it's the only way we can become better writers but I will not accept hateful comments. Constructive criticism is defined as the process of offering valid and well-reasoned opinions about the work of others, usually involving both positive and negative comments, in a friendly manner rather than an oppositional one. The purpose of constructive criticism is to improve the outcome. We are all on here because we love to read and write fanfiction, and I fully support everyone who reads, writes and posts. Some write because they want to tell a story, others write as a way to cope with their past and to heal, and some write purely because they love it. Please remember to be respectful with your comments.

Respect your fellow authors, respect yourself.

Peace and love,

Songsofpsyche.