Chapter 14: Bonds and Betrayals

Kylo stared at Rey — Kira — then at the belt she was clinging to like a lifeline.

Rey was Kira. She had been right in front of him this entire time — the mystery — the girl from his dreams.

He said her name again, and he saw her eyes soften. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Even with her red rimmed eyes and damp face, she was the most beautiful thing Kylo had ever seen.

The way the light from the 'fresher illuminated her and how the red robe clung to all her curves. She looked utterly delectable, but it was her face that had him enraptured. Her cheeks were rosy and her mouth was hanging slightly open so he could see the pink slip of her tongue. Kylo wanted to lean forward and eliminate the space between them.

"You remember?" she asked, startling him out of his appraisal.

But he didn't.

Kylo tried accessing the same memories he knew had been tampered with. Just as before, pain shot through him, causing him to let out a cry. Rey immediately reached for him.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I can't remember," he huffed.

"But you knew my name," she instead, confused, "My real name."

"Snoke," he answered. "He did something to my memories. They are blocked from me."

"Ben." Her voice sounded comforting, warm, and accepting of him. "We'll find a way to get them back," she told him. "We found our way back to one another. I have to believe that was for a reason. You will get your memories back. I'll help you."

Kylo nodded. Hearing her determination, her willingness to be with him spurred him on. Before he could fall victim to another interruption, he cradled her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Rey didn't stiffen against him. She melted into him. She intertwined her fingers behind his neck, drawing herself up taller to meet him. He made her drop the belt, then dragged her into his lap.

"I've been waiting for you, Kira," he informed her.

If only she knew how long. He had been searching for her, trying to solve the mystery of the woman's name on his garment for years. To find out she was the Force sensitive he had stumbled upon on Takodana was clearly the will of the Force itself.

"I'm sorry," she breathed against his chin, "I'm sorry I didn't come looking for you."

He recognized the crack in her voice. Now was not the time for tears. It didn't matter she had thought him dead, and it didn't matter he had lost all memories of her along with his former life. She was in his arms now. She was his. And he was hers — completely and utterly hers.

"Shhh," he kissed her. He kissed her jaw — kissed her nose — kissed her cheeks — kissed her neck. "None of it matters now. We're together again."

She nodded, not speaking words but agreeing with him all the same.

Any lingering doubts he had held about being the real Ben Solo faded away. He almost laughed. Only hours before he had been jealous of a dead man, and as fate would have it, he had had no reason to be, because he was that man. He had been jealous of himself.

He let it go. Rey cared for him — loved him — and he wanted nothing more than to finish what they had started.

Slipping an arm beneath her, he hiked her up against his chest, before rolling forward to his feet. As he stood, he scooped her up, taking her back to the bed. Rey continued kissing him, burning a trail of teasing kisses down his neck, his collarbone, and down his head.

As he set her down, she knelt on the bed, in the perfect position to take one of his nipples into her mouth. Kylo groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as her teeth grazed the raised flesh.

Chaos, this woman was going to be his end. Her methods of torture were far more excruciating than any assault he had ever used in his interrogation chamber.

She moved to repeat the action on his other nipple, before he could stop her. Kylo felt his cock harden instantly, pressing up against the twist of the towel he wore. The fabric was chafing and he wanted to tear it away, but he didn't want to intimidate Rey.

While he wasn't versed in sex, he understood the basics. Their size difference alone had him contemplating how Rey's smaller form would accommodate him. As delectable as it was sure to feel for him — he knew it would be a tight fit — he didn't want to hurt her.

"Rey," he breathed her name, his hands coming up to her shoulders to pull her away from his chest. They locked eyes and it was all he could do not to come apart underneath his towel. "Or do you prefer Kira?"

The desire in her eyes flickered for a split second. "I haven't been Kira in a long time," she admitted. "I think it would be best if we let the past die. We have enough ghosts to mourn."

Kylo nodded. "Rey, then."

He held her face in his hands, stealing another kiss. "My Rey."

"Mmmm, my Ben," she responded, her tongue flicking over his bottom lip to gain entry.

He accepted her as effortlessly as she had accepted him. Her hands gripped his upper arms and tugged. Kylo joined her on the bed, kneeling with her. Though he did check the height of the bunk. He didn't want to repeat his mistake from their morning together.

Rey's hands were still on his arms. He shifted his own hands down to her sides, carefully lowering her down so her head could rest on the pillows behind her.

"Are you going to yell at me this time?" She joked, when he started undoing the tie on her robe.

"At you? No. For you. Yes," he clarified with a smirk, "but only if you scream for me, sweetheart."

He had no idea where such a suggestion came from, but the blush which painted her cheeks at his words was all the encouragement he needed. She had liked it. Kylo wasn't sure how to proceed, so he tried a few things.

First, she needed to be rid of that robe. As much as he appreciates the sight of her draped in red silk, he wanted to admire her form without any barriers. He wanted to see all her smooth skin from the top of her head down past her perky breasts and lower to her core, where he was sure her lips were just as pink as her tongue.

He placed one hand on her lower back, helping her sit up just enough so he could remove the robe. Left in only her underthings, she sunk back into the pillows.

There was no sight he'd ever wish to see more than this woman stretched out beneath him. Her longed toned legs were splayed out on either side of him, while her hands were up over her head, as she readjusted one of the pillows and brushed her loose hair away from her freckled face.

Kira had been the unanswered riddle of his former life. Rey was flesh and blood, a warm body with an even warmer soul who was burning for him. The hope in the darkness — his Rey of light.

"Ben?" Kylo met her gaze. "You're getting water all over the bed." He glanced down, noticing the damp spots by his kneecaps where the access moisture was dripping onto the sheets. "Take the towel off," Rey instructed.

He had to bite down on the inside of his cheek. Her order went directly to his cock. It twitched uncontrollably, begging him to do as she asked and be released.

When he didn't immediately remove the offending piece of fabric, Rey leaned forward, tugging loose the knot he had secured and tossing the towel to the floor.

Kylo panicked. He had never been naked in front of anyone before. His body was riddled with scars from his battles, missions, and hours of sparring. His flesh was paler than Rey's and covered with marks that matched the dark shade of his hair. Like the star clusters in the galaxy, the marks created patterns across his body. He had never liked them.

Rey didn't share his opinion. She stayed sitting up, her fingers tracing the various clusters of moles on one side of his body, while her mouth descended upon the other side, kissing each mark and tracing a line with the tip of her tongue between each spot.

Kylo found himself pushing his hips towards her, his head tilting back once more. His erection was becoming too much to bear. As Rey worked his chest and torso, the end of her hair brushed against the head of his member and he jerked.

Her attention went to where he needed it the most. Kylo managed to gaze down at her long enough to desperately whisper, "Please" and when he saw her hand wrap around his base he imprinted half moons into the flesh of his thigh with his own nails to keep himself from cumming.

She held his steady, one hand on his cock and the other on his hips. Ducking down, she wet her lips with her tongue, then took him in her mouth. It was just his head, but the feel of her hot mouth encasing his most sensitive part was more than he could resist.

Rey rolled her tongue around him and he came, his spend fishing forth into her mouth without warning. Kylo let out a guttural moan, his hands framing her face as she swallowed him down. His cock spasmed a couple more times, as the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him. Then, after a moment of stillness, Rey pulled off him with an obscene 'pop'.

Kylo leaned back on his heels, running a hand through his hair. "Stars, Rey," he groaned, as he realized how needy he had been. "I'm sorry," he apologized, shame flooding him.

It was his first time with a woman and he hadn't lasted a full standard minute. What was worse, Rey was still partially clothed and not sated.

Rey stared up at him, placing one hand to his cheek as she did. "Ben, what are you apologizing for?"

There was no resentment in her words, no underlying judgement in her tone. She was completely genuine in the smile she graced him with.

"Nothing," he hastily recovered, "nothing, sweetheart."

She beamed, leaning forward to kiss him. As she drew back, she began to shift away. He caught her arm. "We're not done yet."

Rey was confused by his words, but before she could voice the question on her tongue, he had her lying flat on the bed.

Kylo placed one hand on her hip, cupping her sex with his other hand. Rey let out a little whimper at the contact. Spurred on, he ran the pad of his thumb up and down her slit. She was damp there and he knew it wasn't from her shower.

He continued his ministrations, applying more pressure at the top, as he noticed her breath hitch when he hit a particular place there. Her eyes were closed, breathes coming out in short pants. As he teased along her folds he watched her face, reading her physical appearance, as well as the flare of the bond as he built her up.

The bond was churning in a vivid red with purple tints. It pulsed in time with their heartbeats, which were sync — one beat, two bodies. Kylo was mesmerized by the sound and the sight beneath him.

Rey's damp hair was curling as it dried, fanned of along the pillows, the chestnut color highlighting her freckles, which decorated her skin. Like him, her form was dotted with the small dots and a few scars. None were as extensive as his, but he wished he could have prevented them all the same.

A wave of possessiveness swept over him, as he was reminded she had waited for him. Rey had never been with another, yet here she was, weak-limbed and compliant under his touch. The pleasure that gave him flooded his senses. He wanted to make good on his declaration and hear her scream.

"Rey," he hummed against her stomach, as he leaned down to kiss her belly button.

She moaned, her hands tangling in his raven locks, seeking purchase. Kylo dipped his middle finger into her drenched core. Her back arched and she let out a cry. He felt her walls clamp down on his digit, squeezing around it. She was so tight.

Her fingers carded through his hair, while he pulled his finger out. The second he pushed back in, her hold tightened and her head lulled to the side as she moaned. It was quite possibly the most arousing sound he had ever heard.

Kylo thrust his finger up and out, cupping her core with his hand each time he went knuckle deep. He twisted the positioning so his thumb was on top and used it to flick across her bundle of nerves there.

Rey's back arched further and further off the bed, despite his hand on her hip, trying to steady her. Her breathing was becoming more erratic and he could sense she was close.

His hand was covered in her slick, but he barely noticed, too consumed by her euphoric cries.

"My name, sweetheart," he reminded her. "I want you to scream my name."

Eyes blown, Rey met his gaze and gave him a nod. He grinned, devilishly and sunk a second finger in her.

"Ben!"

She came apart around him, her walls spasming and her legs shaking. With himself buried inside her, he could feel the aftershocks roll through her. He continued pumping, slowing the pace as she rode the high.

Rey let out a long, exhale, her heartbeat still in sync with his as she closed her eyes. Kylo removed his hand from her, both of them groaning at the loss of contact when he did. He curled his other arm around her, drawing her up so he could lay down, tucking her in to his side.

Her spend had coated his digits. While she nuzzled his face into his bare chest, content and blissed out, he sucked his skin clean. She tasted of sun, sweat, and something inherently Rey. He couldn't wait to put his mouth on her.

"I love you," she whispered against him.

Kylo stilled. He almost had missed her confession, too overwhelmed by their coupling to think beyond their carnal pleasure.

"Ben," she repeated, a tad louder this time. "I love you."

He couldn't deny her — not now, not after she had opened his eyes and his heart. He kissed the top of her head, hugging her to him.

"I love you, Rey."

They must have dozed for a few hours, because when Rey came to, it was to BB-8's screeching droid language.

"Huh?" She lifted herself up from the bed, forgetting herself. "R'iia!" She cursed, snatching Ben's towel from the floor to cover herself.

Are you alright? Her spherical droid companion asked.

"Yes, fine," she quickly responded. "How are you? Were you able to recharge?"

Rey felt a pang of guilt. Between her fight with Ben, the attack at Hive Palace, and her rendezvous with Ben, she had forgotten all about BB-8.

Fully charged , he responded with a shrill series of beeps.

Rey understood the shriller the sound, the happier his mood, but Ben didn't know that. Which was why he sat up rather quickly. She managed to catch him in time, so he didn't knock his head on the ceiling of the bunk.

"What the hell?" he hissed, noting the droid in her chamber — well, she supposed it was their chamber now.

Hello , BB-8 greeted him in binary. Rey translated.

"Get out!" Ben barked, reaching for one of the sheets to cover himself.

"BB-8 is my friend," she snapped, irritatedly. She remembered his refusal to bring along the droid before they left Takodana. If he is still sore about losing that battle, he won't like what she has to say next.

"This is his room too."

Ben's eyes harden. "I'm not sharing this chamber with a droid."

"Well, then go back to Kix's room."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not leaving you alone. The pirates are up to something. I don't trust them."

This again , Rey thought. "Why?" She grumbled.

"How did the knights know where to find us?"

Rey shrugged. The First Order had the best tech in the galaxy and all the resources they could ever need. She didn't think there was much they weren't capable of.

"You're a knight. Why don't you tell me?"

An unnamed emotion flickered in the depths of his orbs. Before she could discern what it was, it vanished.

"The tracker obviously transmitted a signal before we could remove it," Rey provided, not wanting to get into another fight with him. "That has nothing to do with the crew."

"They are cutthroats and thieves, Rey," Ben insisted, placing his hand on hers. "They can't be trusted with your safety."

If he was implying she couldn't take care of herself, she didn't want to hear it. She had asked him for help. They had started training, but she had held the Knights off. Rey had barely scraped by, but she had survived. She was a survivor.

"I can handle myself."

Ben let out a frustrated growl, which caused BB8 to roll back in fear. "Are you still here?"

As the droid responded, the Shrike tilted. Rey recognized the motions of the ship. They were running through a landing sequence.

"We're here," she announced, trying to ignore the anxiousness she suddenly felt at the prospect of being one rep closer to seeing Ben's parents again.

Bespin, or Cloud City more specifically, was where they were going to prepare for the final leg of their journey to the Illenium system where the Resistance base was located. Rey wasn't worried about going to the rebel base. She was worried about meeting Ben's parents — again. What would they think of her? Would they even remember her?

I need to speak with you about something , BB-8 beeped at her.

"I need to get dressed," Rey smiled, remaining friendly despite Ben's cold reception. "Could you give us a moment to change?"

The droid tried to warn her, but she didn't catch on to his meaning. Rey, we aren't-

"Just a minute, please," she added, sensing Ben's growing fury. She didn't want him kicking the droid out of the ship.

Alright , BB-8 answered. He rolled out of her chamber, leaving her alone with Ben.

"Was that necessary?" Rey asked with a huff, as she moved about her chamber collecting her clothes.

"It's just a droid," Ben responded with a disgruntled tone, "What does it matter how I treat it?"

Rey shook her head, as she stepped into her pants. "He's a friend."

"A droid? A droid is your friend?"

"Just because he is a machine doesn't mean he doesn't have a personality or recognize emotions like your or I," she pointed out, pulling her tunic over her head. She retrieved her necklace from her pocket, tying it securely around her neck.

"BB-8 is Poe's closest companion," she continued, "and he happens to be the reason we will be able to reach the Resistance base safely. Don't take our your nervousness on him."

"I'm not nervous!" Ben insisted, but even as he said it, Rey caught the unease in his voice. He wasn't even looking her.

The last piece was her lightsaber. She clipped it to her belt. She was dressed and ready to go.

He hadn't moved from the bed. "Are you going to go out in public wrapped in my bed sheets?" Rey challenged him, not buying his act.

"Maybe," he grumbled. Ah, there he was — the petulant, moody Ben Solo she had grown up with.

Rey laughed. "You are a mess, Ben. Put your clothes on. I'm sure Leia is dying to see you. The quicker we get the ship's hyperdrive patched up, the quicker we will get to her."

"The General?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

If she wasn't mistaken, the pitch of his voice had spiked at his mother's formal designation. Why was he so worried? Leia adored her only son. Rey had always been jealous by how much Ben's mother cared for him. Her parents had even loved her enough to leave her with rations before they abandoned her.

"I don't think I should see her," he sighed, staring at his hands in his lap.

Rey felt his concern over the bond. It was practically screaming at her. He was uncomfortable. She reached out both through the bond and physically, but she halted when his walls shut her out. He didn't want her seeing his worry.

"Ben," she tried to soothe him, taking his hands in her own. "Your mother has been waiting to see you longer than I have. You have family waiting for you — an entire galaxy has been brought hope because of your return. That means something."

"It doesn't," he muttered, unable to meet her eyes. "I can't even remember them. I'm not the boy they loved."

"Of course you are," she told him, leaning down to kiss his forehead, "because you're the boy I loved. Just because you're different now doesn't change that. I love you. They will too."

Ben finally looked at her. "You'll be with me the entire time?"

Rey felt something in her chest crack. She knew Ben's insecurities with his family ran deep. Even if he couldn't remember them, the feeling must have bled through the block Snoke had placed in his mind.

She squeezed his hands. "I'll be next to you the entire time," she promised, "or until you don't want me to be."

He squeezed back. "I want you next to me always," he told her without hesitation. "Always, Rey."

It was more than a promise — it was a vow. There was no chance she had misunderstood him. Ben had never been more clear with her. He wanted her in his life for the rest of his days — for the remainder of their days.

The weight of that — of what he truly meant by his statement — had her staring blankly at him. No one had ever wanted her to such an extent. No one. Not her parents, not Master Skywalker — not even Maz. Ben loved her and beyond that he wanted her in his life and at his side forever.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Before she could cry in front of him again, she cleared her throat and joked. "Guess you need me to co-pilot when you take me kicking and screaming back to the First Order, huh?"

Ben didn't understand her need for humor. Hurt flashed across his features. Rey immediately regretted making light of his declaration. She leaned down to assure him of her feelings, when a knocking on her door caused her to step back.

"Yes?" she called out.

"Rey-girl, you two ready to get off this tin can?" Kix called back.

"We'll be out in a minute. Just finishing up...something."

"Yeah, yeah," the clone griped on the other side of the door. "I know exactly what you kids are up to."

Rey turned all manners of red at the thought she had been loud enough earlier for the crew to hear her. They were like family. She didn't want them to be around when she...when she did those kind of things.

Next to her, Ben chuckled. "Guess we were louder than I thought."

She opened her mouth to chide him, but he was back to his overly confident self, so she let it go. Rey wanted him in good spirits for his reunion with his parents.

He climbed out of her bunk, dressing quickly. She noted the care with which he put his belt on and it warmed her heart. After all this time, he had found her, and she had found him. They were finally coming home.

Rey took Ben's hand, leading him out of her chamber and towards the loading ramp.

It was surreal she was going to deliver him home. When Finn had first suggested this plan, she had been fearful of Leia and Han's reactions. Pained by her own guilt, she had been hesitant about going forward. Now, she saw her fear mirrored in Ben's expression as she guided him one step closer to his family.

"It will be fine," she reassured him. "Your Uncle Lando used to live here. Maybe he's waiting for you on the landing pad," she suggested, hoping to lighten his spirit.

"Please let him remember me."

Rey almost didn't hear him, he had spoke so softly, as if praying. It made her heart ache all over again. What she had witnessed of Snoke's methods had been enough to spark nightmares. She couldn't imagine the amount of pain he had inflicted upon Ben while the last Skywalker had been with the First Order. She hoped with time, Ben could get past it.

She gave his hand a squeeze, a small act which she found comforted him. The bond was glowing, not in the same vibrant shades as when they had been with each other, but it was different than before. It had developed rapidly over the last day, which she was sure was in no small part to how their relationship had changed.

The crew was already off the ship. Rey looked for BB-8 as they debarked, but she wasn't able to spot him. Sidon and his crew were clustered together just outside the Shrike. They were blocking her view of the city. She desperately wanted to get a glimpse of the famous skyline.

As Rey eagerly approached, Ben slowed. She tugged his hand, urging him on, mistaking his hesitation for nervousness.

"Rey-"

He never got the rest out. Kix stepped in between them, knocking her hand from Ben's.

"Sorry, Rey-girl," he apologized, but she barely heard him over the sound of Ben's snarling protests. Reveth spun around, snapping a pair of Force suppressant handcuffs down on Rey's wrists, rendering her powerless.

The sudden block from the Force made Rey gasp for air, as if she was drowning in the lake. Her head started spinning and her vision blurred. A ringing in her ears increased until all she could hear was her own rapid heartbeat and her gasps for breath.

"Rey!"

Ben's scream pierced through the air. She shook her head, blinking. As her vision cleared, she saw him shoving the crew members aside, fighting them off as he tried to make his way to her. Someone was leading her away from the ship. She glanced over, not recognizing the individual.

"Rey!"

Her hand twitched at her side. She was without the aid of the Force but she wasn't without a weapon. Unlatching her lightsaber from her belt, Rey did her best to toss it to him.

"Ben!"

His powers were still intact. He caught the blade, switching it on as it fell into his hands. The crew backed away instantly. Their eyes widened in fear, while Rey's narrowed in mistrust. What were they doing?

It was clear to her this wasn't the Resistance.

Just as she realized Ben had been right about trusting the pirates, she saw BB-8 rolling over to her. The man who was escorting her away from the fight hadn't noticed yet. She showed her pace, feigning interest in the building they were approaching.

The spherical droid extended his arm, a blue spark shooting off from the end.

"Thanks," she grinned, lowering her shackles to him.

"Hey! What the-"

Rey swung her elbow up and back, catching the man in his jaw.

"Let's go, BB-8!" She took off running, headed towards Ben who was engaged with other guards. Her hands were still shackled, but they would remedy that soon enough.

Ben was surrounded by the guards. Rey wasn't sure where they were. It wasn't Bespin. The guards were all wearing a pale shade of purple, adorned with silver accents. It was an odd coloring choice, though she had seen far more elaborate costuming from Naboo natives.

Rey dropped to her knees a few paces from where Ben was. "Can you get me out of these?" she asked BB-8.

Stay still, the droid directed her, extending his thin metal arm towards her cuffs. She held them out before her, keeping them still and steady.

"Stand down!" A female voice commanded. Both BB-8 and Rey jumped at the sound.

Rey glanced over her shoulder as a tall, slim woman in a matching shade of purple strolled towards the fray. If she was concerned about the savage fighter with the lightsaber or the band of pirates, it didn't show on her face. She appeared calm and collected.

"I said stand down!" she bellowed.

The guards who had boxed Ben in lowered their weapons, though not a single one shifted their gaze from their target. Ben's chest heaved from exertion and Rey could see the sweat on his brow.

She tore her eyes away to scan the woman once more. Rey didn't recognize her, not that that meant anything. She didn't know anyone who didn't pass through Takodana.

The woman wasn't paying attention to her though. Her full focus was on Ben. She walked right past Rey and came to stand before the lightsaber wielding man, eyeing him as one would a rare creature in a pen.

"You certainly look like him," she commented, a hint of skepticism in her tone. She paced around him. "So did the others."

"It is him," Captain Sidon spoke up. "The real Ben Solo."

Rey caught Ben's frenzied glare. She saw his grip tighten on the lightsaber.

Stay down, he ordered her through the bond.

Ben, don't , she warned.

He didn't listen.

Ben prepared for an attack and just as he arched his swing back, Rey saw the sharp shooter positioned on top of the Shrike.

"No!"

The shot rang clear through the air. Ben fell to the ground, the lightsaber dropping away from him before his body hit the ground.

Rey screamed, racing forward. Something zapped her in the back of the neck. It stung like a brand. She started to turn, but her body wasn't working.

She collapsed aside of Ben and the darkness took her.

Vice Admiral Holdo walked over to the young brunette who had fallen alongside the latest Ben Solo look-alike. There was a fire in her. Despite Sidon's request the human girl was not to be harmed, Holdo was not one to take unnecessary risks. The girl was Force sensitive and posed a threat to Gatalenta. She was also young.

Young and naive.

As her guard picked up the girl, something fell to the ground. Holdo knelt down to retrieve the item, her fingers wrapping around two pieces of metal. She straightened up as she inspected them.

It wasn't possible. No, the article she held in her hand had been lost. She had gone to Yavin IV to search for it along with her closest friend.

Impossible or not, she knew what it was that she held in her hand, even if it was broken.

The moment she recognized the calligraphy inkwell she also remembered the day she had first seen it. She had gone with Leia to select the gift. They had chosen a specialty dealer on Kirrek who worked in carbonite, not only because of its strength but because it would irritate Han. Leia had wanted it to be special for Ben's birthday. When he had disappeared, Holdo had watched her best friend mourn, fearing her only child had been slaughtered, but his body, like the inkwell, had never been recovered.

The Vice Admiral didn't believe in coincidences, but she did believe in hope. The words of her lifelong friend came to her across time and space.

Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you see it, you'll never make it through the night.

She glanced at the girl once more, then at the unconscious man the pirate crew had brought her.

There was no other explanation. Sidon had been telling the truth.

The search was over.

"Stop," she snapped at her guard, who was carrying the girl away.

"Commander?" the guard questioned.

"Put her in my guest chambers. Make sure you prepare a bath for her and fresh clothes."

"And the man?"

"Secure him in a cell until I can be sure he won't harm anyone."

As her unconscious guests were transferred inside her home, Amilyn Holdo smiled to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. "After all this time," she whispered to no one in particular, "they came back together. Leia will be pleased."

She motioned to one of her men. The guard approached her. "Orders, Commander?"

"Comm the Resistance. I need to speak with the General immediately."

A/N: Was that what you were expecting? I know some of you broke out that happy dance over the belt...but not everything is as it seems in this place (shout-out to my Laby fans).

Major thanks to my beta, reylocalligraphy who is beyond talented. I mean it. This girls does it all. Art, Fanfic writing, beta-ing...the works. Go check out her reylo fic Make a Splash. It's beyond awesome!