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Taylor helped Kylo Ren over onto a nearby fallen tree, her attention shifting to his injuries.

"BB-8, check the ship," she called over to her droid. "Look for anything useful."

BB-8 beeped in agreement to do as his Mistress commanded, though he also voiced some concern about going into the man's ship.

"Is it safe?" asked Taylor, looking up at Kylo Ren, as she fell into a crouch in front of him.

"Yes," he responded with a nod of his lush raven head. "It is. I promise."

Taylor looked over at BB-8 and sent him a nod, so the little droid rolled over, then up into the ship.

"Ben, what happened?" Taylor inquired next, while returning her focus to Kylo Ren, and his wounds. "It's been days. Why haven't these been tended to?"

He held up his arm upon her urging, flinching in pain as he did so, allowing her to get a better look at the injury on his side from Chewie blasting him there, but hesitated when it came to answering her question.

Taylor moved up beside him on the log, to view the injury at an improved angle, and lifted her eyes to him when he didn't respond.

"Hey," she said, using her free hand to gently grasp his handsome face, and urge him to look over at her, which he did, with fresh tears in his dark eyes, and she could see deep shame in them. "Ben, you're safe now. You're home. I'm going to take care of you. But you have to talk to me. What happened?"

"Snoke," Kylo Ren choked out. "He said it would be enough, killing Han Solo, that it would end my pain, stop the pull to the Light, but he was wrong." A few tears slipped free from his pain filled orbs. "It only made it worse. He could see that. So I was punished."

Taylor's beautiful face fell at his words, and she moved her hand up from grasping his chin to cradle one side of his handsome face. "Oh, my love."

BB-8 came rolling out of Kylo Ren's ship, going right up to Taylor's legs, and beeping urgently at her.

"What is it?" Taylor asked, looking down at her droid, and her heart skipped a beat, when BB-8 held something up to her with one of his mechanical arms. Kylo Ren's lightsaber. "Oh, my gosh." She reached out and took the weapon from her droid, it was heavy, which didn't make sense, as the Jedi weapons were built to be weightless, and she got a bad feeling from holding it.

While BB-8 rolled back into the ship, to search for anything that his Mistress could use to momentarily tend to the man's words, Taylor turned her gaze onto Kylo Ren.

"You didn't have this on you when you left your ship?" she said in surprise, after flicking a glance to his waist, where the weapon was usually clipped. "Ben, what if I hadn't been the one to find you? What if the Night Patrol did? You'd have had no way to defend yourself. They'd have killed you." She knew, in his current state, accessing the Force would be nearly impossible, and only drain what strength he had left.

"I wouldn't have cared," Kylo Ren responded, lifting his gaze from the lightsaber to Taylor's beautiful, beloved face. "I just wanted to see you."

Taylor's heart broke further at his words, but she shoved the pain to the side for now, clipping the weapon onto her belt with Luke's, and it immediately felt heavy.

"I'll do what I can here, as BB-8 and I can't carry you inside," she went on, shifting her attention to his injuries once more, specifically the wound on his side. "And I can't think of anyone who can to call out here that won't simply kill you on sight."

"You shouldn't risk taking me into the Base," Kylo Ren said. "I'll stay out here, in my ship."

"You'll do no such thing," responded Taylor, looking up at him from his side. "We came through the underground tunnels, that's how we'll go back. BB-8 can go ahead of us to make sure the coast is clear."

BB-8 came rolling out of the ship again at this, dragging a medical bag behind himself with one of his mechanical arms.

"Oh, thank you, little one," Taylor breathed in relief, as her droid set the item by her feet.

BB-8 beeped in response to her, before looking up at Kylo Ren, still rather afraid of the man, even though it looked like even a small droid like him could take him at this moment in time.

Taylor noticed the two gazing at each other, as she opened up the medical bag. "The droid you were looking for," she said. "He no longer carries the map to my Father though."

"I know," Kylo Ren replied, releasing a pain filled breath. "Snoke told me you had found him. It added to my punishment."

Taylor closed her eyes at his words, before pulling out some gauze, and a bandage, then turning to face him once more, being as gentle as possible, while cleaning away as much blood as she could from the wound.

"Your friend," Kylo Ren said, flinching at the touch to his injury. "FN-2187. Is he alive?"

"Finn!" Taylor found herself snapping at him, before relaxing. "His name is Finn. And yes, he's alive."

"What about the girl?" he inquired next.

"Rey's safe as well," responded Taylor, tossing the bloody gauze onto the ground, then grabbing fresh ones, while BB-8 gathered up the soiled gauze.

"And. . ." Kylo Ren closed his eyes and swallowed, before going on. "my Mother?"

Taylor looked up at him, it was the first time she'd heard him refer to Leia as his Mother, and not call her by her name, in years.

"She's heartbroken," she responded, returning her gaze to the wound. "She lost the man she loved, the Father of her child, and he was killed by said child." Seeing the further pain that crossed Kylo Ren's face at her words, she sighed softly. "I'm sorry, Ben."

"No, no, it's all right," replied the man, opening his eyes, and looking up, while he inhaled a deep breath. "I deserve it."

Taylor packed some fresh gauze against the wound, then held out her free hand, the other holding them in place, for the bandage, which BB-8 passed to her with one of his mechanical arms. She used her teeth to tear open the package, before pulling the bandage free, and shaking it out, catching sight of Kylo Ren looking down at her, smiling softly, as she did so.

"What?" asked Taylor.

"I missed watching you work," he responded.

Taylor smiled softly and gently shook her dark silky head. "Channeling Han Solo's charm while you've got a gaping hole in your side."

The look of happiness died from Kylo Ren's face at her mention of his Father, and the two fell silent, while Taylor finishing bandaging up his wound.

"All right," she announced, grabbing the medical bag, and slinging it over her shoulder. "Let's get inside. BB-8, close up the ship."

Taylor's droid did as she commanded, while she rose to her feet, and reached down to wrap her slender arms around Kylo Ren's waist, helping him up.

"Lean on me," she said, the man wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Taylor made sure Kylo Ren was all right on his feet, he had half a foot of height, and probably 100 pounds of weight, if you include his clothing, on her, so, if he went down, he was taking her with him, and the pair locked eyes, before Taylor forced hers over onto BB-8.

"You go first, little one," she said. "Make sure the way is clear, then we'll follow."

BB-8 beeped in agreement, then began rolling off, back the way they came, Kylo Ren and Taylor following a few steps behind him.


BB-8, Kylo Ren, and Taylor made it back to Taylor's room as quickly as possible, only held up by the occasional Night Patrol guard, and Kylo Ren having a difficult time getting up through the floor hatch.

Taylor closed and locked the door behind her, making sure no one could get in without needing permission, while Kylo Ren sank down onto the side of her bed, flinching in pain, and clutching his injured side.

"BB-8, would you run a bath for Ben, please?" Taylor asked, pulling the medical bag off of her shoulder, and slinging it up onto her dresser, before unclipping the two lightsabers from her belt, then placing them there as well, and finally removing Han's jacket, which she tossed onto the end of her bed.

BB-8 beeped in agreement, then disappeared into the bathroom, soon heard moving about in it, while Taylor walked over to where Kylo Ren had sat on her bed, and lifted a slender hand to cup his forehead.

"You have a fever," she said, pulling her hand back. "We've gotta get you out of these clothes, so I can have a look at you."

With Taylor's help, Kylo Ren managed to get down to just his black pants and boots. Taylor's brow furrowed, as she walked around her bed, looking at his now bare pale lean, but muscled, upper body. All of it, especially his back, where covered in scrapes and bruises, in addition to the burn on his front right shoulder, and the bandaged wound on his left side. She was too horrified by the injuries to appreciate the fact that this was the first time she was seeing his beautiful grown male form, as they were both teenagers the last time they were together.

She climbed up onto the bed behind him and lifted her slender hands to his shoulders, an action that caused him to flinch, as well as instinctively pull away.

"Sorry!" Taylor apologized, assuming her touch had hurt him.

"It's not that," Kylo Ren responded, even though it was a bit, but it was mostly that it's been years since he'd felt another Being's skin on his own bare flesh, let alone Taylor's. Han had touched his face just before dying, but this was different.

"Oh," Taylor quickly realized, before going back to examining the wounds. "It's going to take you weeks to heal from all of this."

"I'll manage," said Kylo Ren, as he attempted to stretch his aching muscles.

"You don't have to," Taylor responded, and he followed her with a confused gaze, as she climbed down off of the back of the bed, then made her way around to where he sat on its side. "Did Snoke tell you about my blood? What it can do?"

"Yes," replied Kylo Ren. "He told me it is rumored to have the ability to heal any wound."

"It's true," Taylor said. "I had Rey give Finn some, while I went to find my Father, and it healed from completely from his duel with you."

"I had no doubt it wasn't," said Kylo Ren, reaching out to grasp her arm, when she appeared to begin to move to fetch a knife or something else sharp. "But I don't want your blood, my love. I deserve this pain. I deserve to suffer."

"What about me?" asked Taylor.

"What do you mean?" Kylo Ren inquired.

"Do I deserve to suffer?" she went on. "You don't think seeing you this way causes me pain?"

"Oh, my love," he breathed, reaching out to grasp her other hand, then use the hold to lift her delicate limbs to his lips, where he pressed kisses to her slender hands.

Taylor fell into a crouch between his long parted black pant clad legs, moving her hands up to cup either side of his neck, while his large limbs went to her wrists.

"So, don't be it for yourself," she said. "Do it for me."

Kylo Ren gazed down at her for a moment, before nodding his lush raven head. "All right."

Smiling softly, Taylor rose back to her feet, and moved over to her bag on her dresser, from which she pulled a small knife she carried in it, then walked back over to Kylo Ren with it.

Quickly, she flicked the sharp tip of the blade over the top of one of her slender fingers, creating a small cut, that immediately started to bleed.

Moving forward, Taylor, as gently as possible, wiped the tip of the digit over the wound on Kylo Ren's shoulder from his duel with Finn, the man watching her every move, before pulling her hand back, and pinching the top of her finger to stop the bleeding.

BB-8 emerged from the bathroom just then, announcing the bath was ready, and Taylor sent him a soft smile, as she tucked the knife back into her bag.

"Thank you, little one," she said, before she returned her gaze to Kylo Ren, and reached out to help him up. She didn't know how long it would take her blood to work, but it obviously wasn't an immediate thing.

Kylo Ren wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, while a single of hers slipped around his waist from behind, mindful of the wounds he had there, and Taylor began to lead him into the bathroom.

"I'll get you a change of clothes," she said. "Before I go talk to Aunt Leia."

"I don't know if I have the strength to face her so soon," Kylo Ren said.

"Someone other than I have to know that you're here, Ben," explained Taylor. "Beside the fact that she's in charge, she's also your Mother. She should be the first to know."

Taylor helped him sit on the edge of the bathtub, before she went back into her room, and searched for some male clothing for him, sighing softly at the white Henley and black pants she found in one of her bottom drawers, before she returned to the other room with them.

"These are all I have," she said, placing them on a small table near the bath. "They're, um. . . They're your Fathers." Taylor knew, even if she could get clothing from one of the other men in the Base without question about why she needed them, they most likely wouldn't fit. None of them were as tall as Kylo Ren, as far as she knew, and, if they were, they were bulkier than him, so the clothing would be too big for him.

Kylo Ren looked over at the clothing for a long moment, but he pushed his pain aside, something he'd have to get used to, as the Dark Side drew from such an emotion, which is why he continually pounded on his injured side during his duel with Finn, and nodded his lush raven head.

"They're fine," he said, returning his gaze to Taylor.

She nodded in return, before stepping closer. "Do you need me to help you in the bath before I go?"

Kylo Ren shook his head, he could manage, besides, he didn't want this to be the first time she saw him naked as a man since they were teenagers.

"No," he replied, before nodding at the door. "Go. I'll be fine."

"I'll lock the door behind me," Taylor said, moving closer. "So that only you and BB-8 can open it."

Kylo Ren nodded in understanding, and the two fell silent, BB-8 watching from the doorway, before Taylor walked to him, stepping in between his parted legs once more, where she lifted her hands to cradle his handsome face, while she leaned in, and pressed a lingering kiss to his pale forehead, Kylo Ren closing his eyes at the action, as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his skin.

Taylor rested her forehead against his after pulling back from her kiss, and both closed their eyes for a moment, before opening them to gaze into each other's orbs, as Kylo Ren lifted his hands to gently grasp her forearms.

"I'll be back," she said, and he nodded again, before she tore herself away from him, and walked out of the room, telling BB-8 to stay with him, which her droid agreed to, still a bit afraid of Kylo Ren, but knowing Taylor would never leave him alone with the man if she didn't truly believe he wouldn't harm her beloved companion, then left to go see Leia, locking the door once out in the hallway, before heading off in search of her Aunt.