An: I was going to post these drabbles as an interruption in my Moments collection. but decided against it. I never really saw myself writing Kylo Ren, but here he is!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction and I make no financial profit from it. All characters and situations are trademarked to Lucasfilm/Disney and I just borrow them for some fun and frolics.
One Touch
1.
One touch that's all it took to rip the image of the droid from the Resistance pilot's mind. One touch that tore through Dameron; shredding the barriers and defences that the man had instinctively thrown up to block his way.
Even those who did not have the ability to feel and recognise the Force could, in times of stress, reach within themselves and intuitively act; using the Force as a reflex action. Pilots, like this man who screamed, bucked, and fought against him, could pull off feats of flight that left other's stunned.
Pilots…
… like Han Solo.
His father.
2.
She was weak. A mere girl, more used to scraping a meagre existence on the ancient battlefields of Jakku than resisting one trained in the Dark Side. It had only taken one touch to subdue her, to have her collapse into his arms.
And now, frightened and restrained, one more touch would give him all he desired; the map. The map to Luke Skywalker, the last Jedi Knight, his uncle, and the son of Darth Vader.
…Grandfather, grant me the power to do what you could not…
One touch…
"…you… you're scared…that you'll never be as strong as Darth Vader!"
3.
One touch.
Such a simple gesture. A hand upon a cheek.
His father's look of hope becoming a sudden expression of pain and betrayal that quickly fell away to…
…compassion and love…
No!
He had done what his Uncle could not. He had freed himself, given himself to the Dark Side, he had…
…felt his father's hand upon his cheek; the warmth of it even as the body died. He had seen the forgiveness in his father's eyes even as the light within was smothered by death.
And Kylo Ren feared that Ben Solo would forever crave that one touch.
ooOOoo