So here is the second part to the Leave Everything Behind series. I hope you all enjoy. It's a slice-of-life, slow-burn sort of thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
"What is it with you men with Skywalker blood?" Rey raged as she ripped of parts of her tunic. "Did you have to lose a hand?" Ren coughs out a laugh in the midst of his pain.
"I guess I inherited that particular curse," he says, voice ragged with pain. Rey binds his stump hurriedly. "Be glad you don't have any family to inherit any from."
"What are talking about?" she says, "I inherited Chewy."
Kylo breaks out in gasping laughter. "Never tell him that," he says.
Rey gives him a tight smile and finishes bandaging his arm. "Come on," she says. "Get up."
He struggles to his feet with her help, face screwed up as he tries to keep from crying out. They hobble quickly towards the Falcon. Rey needs to get him out of here, before the celebration of finally winning over the First Order winds down and the baying for his blood can start up.
They make good time, Ren is good at handling pain, but they still aren't fast enough to escape BB-8. The little droid rolls over to them chirping furiously.
"No please!" Rey pleads even as she hustles them to the ship. "BB-8 please. Don't tell them."
The little droid pauses, unsure, being swayed by Rey's pleading voice. It rolls after them and then finally comes in front of them and makes menacing overtures towards Kylo. Rey starts to talk but Ben beats her to it.
"I won't hurt her," he tells the droid. He locks eyes with his camera and says again, slowly. "I won't hurt her."
There was another pause and then the droid rolls out their way.
"Thank you!" Rey tells him. She gets him to the ship and lets him sit on the ramp. "Can you do me a favor BB-8?" The droid chirps in affirmative. "Record some messages for me," she said, "and give them to them when I'm gone." The droid chirps again and his lens flash.
"Chewy," Rey says to the camera, "I'm sorry. I'll stash the Falcon somewhere safe and send you a message to tell you where she is. You were an amazing co-pilot, thank you so much."
The message ends another begins. "To Finn and Poe, thank you. I wouldn't have never been who I am today without you all. Finn and Poe you were some of the best friends I've ever had and the best people I've had at my back. Thank you everything. I love you and I'll miss you."
She tries to say something else but her voice chokes so she waves at BB-8 to end the message. "Goodbye my friend," she says to the tiny droid. She drops a kiss on his head and then turns and helps Kylo into the ship. The door close and she can see BB-8 rolling away back to wherever Poe might be.
She situates Kylo in the med bay and begins the start up protocols. Several squawks sound from the med bay and a startled "What?!" follows.
"Porg1 leave him alone," she calls. Imaginative she and Chewy are not. "Actually, sit on him and make sure he doesn't move."
"What is this?" Ben asks.
"It's a porg," she calls back as the ship lifts. "They're very valuable crew members. Brace yourself," she added and sent them into lightspeed.
She waits until she's sure that they can't be followed and then heads down to the med bay. Kylo's stump is being cared for, the tiny droids closing up all the parts that aren't cauterized already.
"So what do you plan to do now?" he asks her.
"Follow a time-honored tradition," she replies, "and get you a new arm." He huffs out a soft laugh.
"Alright," he agrees. "Especially since you cut off my old one."
"I really thought you'd dodge that," she said, apologetically.
"How, exactly, was I supposed to dodge that?" he says raising an eyebrow.
"I've seen you dodge worse!" Rey protests.
Ben gives her a look and she wilts. "I am sorry," she says softly.
He sighs. "I know." He holds out his remaining hand to her and she takes it.
They have the choice of getting a black-market doc to do it or an actual doctor. Finally after much deliberation, they settle on a real doctor. It's something that will be with Ben for the rest of his life, better get it done properly.
It of course takes some finesse. The whole galaxy is looking for Kylo Ren and Rey herself isn't spared. She might be a hero of the Republic but she let its greatest villain escape.
They end up by a small but reputable practice and Kylo opts to keep his hood on and to pay the doctor an exorbitant amount of credits. Rey to keeps her face shadowed but when Ren says he'll do the surgery awake, and without anesthesia she steps in.
"No," she says.
Ren's hood tilts in her direction and she can feel the glare emanating from it.
"Give us a moment," she murmurs to the doctor. The doctor leaves and she leans in and whispers next to his ear.
"Don't you trust me to keep watch?"
"I trust you," he murmurs back, "But they may send more than you can handle."
"I can handle it," Rey tells him. He starts to protest but she silences him. "I can handle it," she repeats firmly. "They're not getting you."
He tilts his head until they lock eyes and she bears his intense scrutiny for a long moment. Then he nods.
"Fine."
Rey calls back the doctor and he sets to work. It's done soon enough although Rey spends most of that time in a hyperactive state. The whole galaxy knows by now that Kylo Ren lost a hand in the last fight. She does not doubt the doctor has probably guessed who his patient is and she hopes he hasn't turned them in.
The doctor doesn't, but the look he gives her when they leave, tells her that it is for her, that he didn't do it. He trusts her to know what she is doing. Rey hopes fervently that she does.
Ben spends the few days she's looking for a safe place to stash the Falcon, getting used to his new hand. She finally finds a place, stashes it safely and sends a message to Chewie via Maz. All the porgs , Porgs 2 through 5, remain on board with enough food save for Porg1 who insists on coming with them. She makes Ben carry him.
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