AN: Okay, so I know I haven't worked on my Doctor Who fic in a while, (a long while) but thanks to TLJ I have been on a Star Wars kick and I can't focus on anything else. I need to get some of these Reylo feels off my chest after the movie, maybe then I'll be able to write something non-Star Wars. Maybe. It's supposed to be a bit of a crackfic, but I'm abysmal at writing humor, so bear with me and let me know if it's any good.
Prologue:
The door to the Falcon closed, and the force bond shut off almost in synch with it. He was left on his knees, face damp from tear tracks he couldn't bother himself to wipe, not even caring at this point if any other members of the First Order saw. He was alone again.
"Well you really messed up now, Ben." Or not. Whirling out his saber Kylo Ren spun and drove it into... Skywalker, rimmed in blue. He didn't even flinch, and even though Kylo Ren knew he was dead, had felt it in the force, he thinks to himself that he could have stayed a little deader for a little longer.
"Why are you here," he rages, swinging the saber through his deceased uncle once more, despite knowing it will do nothing. Skywalker doesn't even flinch, merely raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. Oh how Kylo hated that look.
"I told you not to strike me down. A little trick I learned from your namesake… of course he took his time appearing to me. I decided you could use my help a little sooner," Kylo swings his saber again, halfheartedly this time, aware that the troopers who had entered the room with him are standing there uncomfortably, probably wondering why he was striking at the air and talking to himself. He'll have to kill them later, probably, to keep them from telling Hux he'd lost his damn mind. They wouldn't even be wrong.
"I don't need- or want- your help Skywalker. Or are you going to try to kill me from inside the Force?" he snarls, grateful, at least, for the distraction from his misery moments before.
"Seeing as your girlfriend just ran off and left you crying on your knees, I'd say you do need my help," the old Jedi says with a triumphant smirk. Kylo's heart shatters all over again, and this time he simply clutches his saber with shaking fingers. So much for a distraction.
"She's not… I'm not… I don't need your help!" He stumbles over which of the lies to address first, before deciding the only one he can really refute is the misplaced offer.
"That's too bad. Lucky for you I've got nothing better to do post-mortem."
"You're not going to bother to train your precious apprentice?" He hisses, feeling a stab of pity for Rey, that Luke didn't even want her in his death, and then remembers he should feel only anger at her. How did she do this to him? Skywalker's sunny expression dims slightly.
"I figured you could train her. She's stubborn and I'm retired. I'm certainly not going to try to train another one that's that much work after I'm dead. But you had to go and push her away, so that plain fell through," the Jedi sighs, and Kylo's head spins in confusion and irritation. He opens his mouth to ask why his former master- his enemy- thought Ben would train Rey, and then closes it. He wouldn't get a straight answer anyway. He changes tactics.
"How do you think you're going to help me? By convincing me to desert the First Order? Join the Resistence? Go back to General Organa? Pretend nothing ever happened, that she didn't send me away, that I didn't join Snoke, that you didn't try to kill me?" He's shouting by the end of the tirade, and the Jedi just frowns in response.
"Actually no, I was just going to help you get Rey back." Kylo's mind screeches to a halt. Again. Force, this conversation is going to drive him even crazier with all its unexpected turns.
"What? But you… you tried to kill her when you saw us on Ach-To meeting through the Force…" Luke shifts a bit, almost looking awkward.
"I ah… may have sensed you through the Force long before I got there. And I was blocking you two out, but the emotions were so strong I thought I was interrupting something else. I believe I overreacted, my bad." Kylo doesn't know whether to feel horrified or furious. Furious is easier, familiar, so he sticks with that.
"What is wrong with you old man?" he snaps, as Luke raises his hands as if to placate him.
"Look, most of my students were teenagers. I knew what went on back in that Jedi Academy. I mean, not you, but some of the others…" Kylo Ren buries his face in his hands. This was far, far worse than having Luke try to kill him. He wishes the old man hadn't died. This is torture.
"Get out. Go back to the Force, or whatever, just leave me alone!"
"No, I'm enjoying myself here. I've been alone on an island for so long, I think I've missed speaking to others. And you're so easy to get a rise out of," Luke says cheerfully, and Kylo briefly contemplates using his lightsaber to burn off his own ears. Could he still hear a Force ghost without ears? Probably, knowing his luck. Regardless, he has a galaxy to run, and so, resolving to simply ignore the annoying blue Jedi behind him, he struggles to decide his next actions. Maybe he'd get bored and leave Kylo alone. He turns his attention at last to the two Stormtroopers who had entered the room behind him. Shame, really, he thinks as he uses his saber to execute them both in a single sweep, if Luke hadn't shown up they wouldn't have needed to die.
"Rey won't like that," Luke comments with a wince as their bodies hit the ground. Kylo Ren ignores him, clenching his jaw shut as tightly as possible. But the ghost follows as he returns to the rest of his forces. As Luke chats and Kylo tries to block him out, it dawns that this is actually the worst possible outcome he had never imagined from this fight. The past just wouldn't stay dead, in fact it was literally stalking him, and he wasn't sure how to kill a ghost.
AN: I have a few ideas of where I want to go with this. Planning on just being a short ficlet. And yes, I'm Reylo trash. Have been since I saw TFA, and totally called it way before TLJ. Don't like don't read. Feel free to make suggestions because I'm just throwing random stuff into this story to see what sticks.
