In TLJ what would have happened if Kylo Ren wasn't knocked unconscious after Luke's lightsaber caused a blast? A little scene that was in my mind so I wrote it down. Alternate everything, OOC, angsty romance. Mature sexual content later on. English is not my first language so I'm trying my best. Thanks for reading! Chapter 2 will be up soon.
After the blast from the lightsaber threw them across the room a massive crack split the floor. It began cracking, crumbling apart and Rey scrambled to get to her feet. Her hand briefly touched her head and felt her hair matted with blood. Focus, she thought. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. The floor gave another lurch and adrenaline shot through her. Rey found herself on a long but narrow piece of the platform. She stood very still, not wanting to hasten its destruction.
Kylo had fared better and Rey watched, breathing heavily as he stood on the other side of the room. He could easily make it to Snoke's escape pod. Or hell, even walk out the door if he wanted. All he had to do was walk along the remaining outer perimeter of the room.
Shit.
Rey had two choices. Jump towards the throne room entrance and take her chances fighting her way out, or jump towards him and hope her let her live. Hope that her rejection of his proposal and her obvious disappointment had not completely severed their connection. She had seconds to make a decision.
Feeling the force rush through her she prepared to jump. The force and her determination would get her across the room but she did not expect to survive. Kylo had not moved and the expression on his face was hard to read. He looked angry, enraged even...and scared? Rey concentrated, gathered her breath and leaped.
Right up against Kylo Ren.
When she landed Rey felt his hands grip her arms. The force of her landing caused her to swing back and she closed her eyes, expecting his grip to loosen and let her fall.
It never happened. His hands held her tighter and pulled her closer against his chest. One arm slipped around her waist as he stepped away from the edge, taking her with him.
"Ben," she said, looking up at him and suddenly feeling very small so close to him. She slumped, trying to keep her footing. It took Rey a moment to realize he was carefully lying her down.
"Stop. Don't try to talk," Kylo said, and it was then they realized their force connection was still there. Even with Snoke in pieces it was strong. Rey felt his rage, bitterness, fear, and relief in waves. Relief? Her brows furrowed.
"You caught me," she whispered, "why?"
Kylo's mouth open and closed, words lost to him. He glanced up, taking in the wrecked throne room. His eyes skimmed over Snoke and fell on the escape pod next to him. He would take what he wanted - Rey - and leave. She would be his.
Still unstable, Rey got to her feet. She swayed with the effort. "Ben," she started, "I won't join you. My mind hasn't changed. I am not going to turn." Her mind reached out to his and she found him quickly throwing up walls. But not before she caught a glimpse of what he had been thinking and it shook her to her core. Rey had expected visions of her wielding a red crossguard lightsaber and cutting down the resistance. Instead she saw images of them alone in a ship, alone in a room, his body close to hers and a bed...
"STOP HER!" Rey and Kylo's eyes looked ahead to see Hux running into the room. His expression was one of shock and disgust. It did not take long for dozens of stormtroopers to follow.
Kylo waved his hand and Hux's blaster flew out of his grip. His face darkened.
"Snoke was killed in the blast when Luke Skywalker's lightsaber was destroyed," he stated factually, motioning to the ruined room. He knew Hux did not believe him. "The girl is mine to deal with."