Kylo's head was spinning. He couldn't believe it. Fel kissing his sweetheart! He'd watched as Rey had shoved him and had almost killed him with the lightning. He then watched as she ran. Poe came up to him.

"Look," he said. "I wouldn't be asking if it weren't for Anakin reporting that Tahiri was too tired for her duties."

"But what about-"

"There will be plenty of time later," Poe assured him. "Please, Ky?"

"Fine," he huffed. "But you owe me one, Dameron."

"You and Rey both," Poe muttered. "You won't regret it, I promise!"

Kylo sighed. He'd wanted to go after Rey, to comfort her, but guilt still remained. He felt it every time his superiors tried to make his life hell, every time he got tossed into the trash by the younglings. He had to make up for the last time he killed.

"She'll be fine," he whispered to himself as he dressed up in his flightsuit. "Rey's always been strong. I'll talk to her later."

"Wraith Leader standing by," Poe said over the radio.

Kylo waited patiently for his turn to call in, "Wraith Five, standing by."

"Alright, boys and girls, let's give it everything we've got!" Poe cried. "Remember, these are supposed to be parts for Project Starkiller!"

"Pink Leader is ready," the female leader of the Amidala Squadron announced.

"Alright, let's dive!"

They started going down as Green Three made a shot towards the crate. That's when Kylo bumped into him on purpose. He wanted Fel to pay for what he did. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was petty, but all it would do is leave a dent in Fel's X-wing, right?

That's when Phasma took her shot in her TIE.

"Sithspit!" Kylo started flipping switches to try to compensate for the loss of his engine, but he was going down. He then tried to release lightning, but all that did was shock him and make things worse.

Poe swooped down, and gestured for Kylo to attempt getting in. Kylo pushed up the top and Poe pushed up the top of his in a precarious position. Poe stood, offering a hand, and Kylo jumped. At first, he stuck the landing, but then he slipped on the sleek side of the X-wing.

Poe called upon the Force for the strength to pull Kylo up. A shot fired above them, and the young men tumbled into the cockpit. BB-8 chirped nervously. Kylo was about to close the top when another shot fired.

"We've got to eject!" He cried, and he reached for the ring to pull on his chest piece. Kylo did the same, albeit more nervously. He'd seen the training videos, and it did remain that this was mostly untested technology, mere prototypes. Still, he didn't want a fiery wreck, so he pulled it.

Both men went soaring, parachutes making them easy targets. Yet no one shot at them, to their confusion. Other X-wings were crashing, most noticeably the one that Ben had called the Twin Suns.

"Ben," Poe whispered dryly. He'd promised Master Skywalker that he'd watch out for him, and worse, he'd promised General Solo that he wouldn't let Ben get captured. As he saw a little redhead get escorted out of the Twin Suns, he realized that he'd failed on both accounts.

When they landed, they'd tried to run, but the stormtroopers were ready for them. Captain Phasma had held a gun to both their heads, forcing them both to surrender their lightsabers.

What neither of them saw was BB-8, taking all of this in with her cameras and then rolling away into the woods, where no one could find her except for the right people.

"We regret to inform you that Poe Dameron, Kylo, and Ben Skywalker have gone missing in action," Colonel Fel told General Solo, with Rey, Luke, Han, and Finn in the room.

"What?" Rey leapt to her feet. "Why?"

Fel took a deep breath. "He took a shot for me, Poe tried to save him, and that's how both of them went down. Ben was trying to take out Phasma, and he got shot down."

"No," she said, shaking her head, stepping back. "It can't be true! You've got to be lying-"

"Rey," Leia said as Han stepped forward to try and calm her down. The Force rippled around her, pushing everyone away gently. There was only one touch she wanted to feel tonight.

"It can't be true," she sobbed, and she ran as far as she could, back to her quarters she'd shared with him. When she closed the door behind her and locked it, her knees buckled and she let it all out. She'd be alone again, and she dreaded the cold nights in the bed, the mornings without the sweet kisses, the constant presence. She hadn't wanted to go back to a scavenger life.

She looked up at the holo screen, the only thing lit in the room besides the stars blinking their last. It looked like Kylo had tried to slice into the First Order records to retrieve a video. She got up shakily, and hit play.

Kylo was fifteen, and a lanky, awkward teenager with a pimply face that hasn't grown into his body quite yet. He's wearing a black unitard and practice shoes, but the tights and the red tutu remain untouched. Everyone else in the studio was wearing the uniform, even a twelve-year old Zannah and a seventeen-year-old Kira.

A creature with a snake-like face from the Callah race approached the defiant teenager.

"Kylo Ren, get in that uniform right now!" Snoke ordered.

"Do I have to wear the tights?" He whined.

"And the tutu," Snoke said threateningly.

The girls in the room giggled, except for Shira Ren, and all the males just glanced at him sympathetically, Ulic Ren having a why-me look.

"Fine!" Kylo spat, and he put the tights and tutu on and reluctantly got into position. It was to be confessed that his movements were indeed lovely, albeit slightly awkward. Of course, all the Knights of Ren were doing their pliés in perfect sync.

Rey was in tears. Maybe any other time it would be funny, but now it just made her cry. Maybe he'd retrieved it to make her laugh. The fact that he'd thought of her, and she'd never gotten to explain the situation with Fel made her cry harder.