A scream tore from Rey's throat as Kylo hit the floor. Adrenaline surged through her veins as she threw out her hand and shoved the three attackers against the wall with the Force before crawling over to the injured Knight. All thoughts of the wound on her side went out of her mind as she pressed a trembling hand to his neck, feeling a faint pulse through his skin.

She pulled him over onto his back and looked down at the angry wound marring his front just below his breast. It had missed his heart, but he was still bleeding profusely. Rey raised her hand and threw all of her compassion for Kylo behind her concentration of the Force. Heal, you stubborn idiot.

She barely registered the sounds of running footsteps enter the room, and Poe's voice was at a curious distance through her focus. "Rey! What happen – fuck." She could feel her energy draining from her as she willed the wound to heal. "Hey! We need a med droid in here! Rey, you can't do anything for… him…" Poe broke off, and Rey felt a grin coming to her face as his pale skin began knitting itself together.

She had not realized she had been crying until two tears dropped onto the newly formed jagged scar on his chest. Kylo's breathing strengthened as more people entered the room, and a medical droid came up beside her. It began examining her wound, but she shook her head and pointed at the unconscious Knight. "No, look at him first… It doesn't hurt…" The droid stared at her as its programming tried to make the decision to either follow her orders or help the most blatant injury in the room. Finally, it turned to Kylo, running a scanner over his body.

Poe grabbed her arm and pulled Rey away from Kylo. "You're bleeding, Rey."

She felt him press napkins to her side, and she looked up at the pilot, her vision starting to spin as the adrenaline began leaving her system. Her eyes darted over at the three men she had shoved against the wall, who were just beginning to regain consciousness from the impact. "They shot him."

Poe nodded and brushed hair out her face gently. "Yeah, I figured that out. He looks in better shape than you, though, thanks to whatever Force mojo you just did. Come on, let's get you to the infirmary."

"I can heal myself." She looked down at her wound and tried to concentrate on the Force when a wave of exhaustion passed over her.

Poe steadied her as she swayed. "Infirmary, miss all-powerful Jedi."

Rey shook her head and looked back at Kylo. "I need to make sure he's all right…"

Poe poked her shoulder, his hand red from her blood. "You can't help him anymore if you pass out from blood loss." Her shoulders slumped as she finally gave into the pilot, and she allowed him to help her to the infirmary. He grumbled as they walked the short distance down the hall. "Sheesh, you're worse than General Organa."

()()()()

Rey's eyes opened to Kylo lying in an infirmary bed next to hers. He must have shifted in his sleep for he lay halfway on his right side, and the thin beige blanket hung down across his shirtless stomach. The scar from his recent wound cut across his chest in a thin line.

She jumped as she heard Luke's voice from the end of her bed. "Rey." Rey looked up at the Jedi Master as he sat in a chair between hers and Kylo's bed. He gave her a soft smile. "Finn wanted me to let you know he was here for a while, but the staff forced him to go to bed."

She slowly sat up, expecting to feel pain shoot up her side. When there was none, she lifted up her tattered shirt, seeing only a pale line where she had been shot. "I healed you with the Force. You did a remarkable job on him. I did not know you had enough control over the Force to employ healing yet."

"That was the first time I tried." She frowned at Luke, crossing her arms over her chest as she realized what he had said. "You can Force heal, too? Why didn't you when I had my head wound? Or when I got injured in the X-Wing?"

The Jedi raised a hand to stop her before she could blurt out another question. "I am not comfortable healing head wounds – that skill is beyond me. When you were hurt in that battle, I thought I would allow you to heal at a natural pace and just focus on your Force training. Now, however, we must ensure you are at full health so that we can continue training."

Rey half listened to Luke's explanations as her eyes kept darting toward Kylo's sleeping form. "Has he woken?"

Luke's thick beard parted in a small smile as he glanced at Kylo. "He was awake earlier, but even with your healing, he hit his head pretty hard when he fell."

"But he'll recover? What about the attackers?" She looked longingly over at Kylo, wishing she could help him more.

Luke nodded and sighed softly. "They are in confinement for now." He paused for a moment as he glanced around the room. A few Resistance members milled around as they worked, and Rey noticed a few near the door who held blasters to guard the room. "All three are members of the infirmary staff who had seen too many people die from Kylo Ren's influence."

Rey kept her eyes on the warrior in question. His expression looked innocent and peaceful in his sleep. "There's still good in him, Master."

The Jedi inclined his head slightly. "There is good in everyone, but Snoke has been twisting his mind for years to eradicate the Light."

Rey pulled her knees to her chest, her jaw setting in determination. "Kylo's stronger than you think. Maybe being away from him for a while will help."

Luke stood and began to leave, indicating that their conversation was over. "We can only hope." Rey could not tell if the Jedi Master believed the Knight was capable of recovering from Snoke's influence.

Rey remained on the bed to watch Kylo and pulled the blanket around her shoulders. She only waited a few minutes before the Knight began twitching in his sleep, his body trembling as he muttered something unintelligible. She moved over to him, shaking his shoulder to draw him from his dreams.

Kylo's dark eyes snapped open, and his hand closed around her throat for several terrifying moments before he relaxed and relinquished his hold. Rey stepped away from him in shock, her eyes wide as she rubbed her neck. Kylo shut his own eyes for a moment and ran his hand through his hair, his torso shaking as he took a shuddering breath. "I apologize… I did not recognize you for a moment."

Rey watched him from a safe distance, suddenly wondering where her lightsaber had gone after the attack. "Nightmares?"

Kylo gave a slight nod and looked back up at her as he sat up. "Something like that." He paused as he noticed her starting at the fresh scar on his chest. "I seem to be getting shot more often since you've been around."

Rey sat at the end of the bed, feeling guilt clenching at her chest. "Am I too much of a distraction for you?"

He watched her with an unreadable expression and pressed his hand to the left side of his head. Rey remembered Luke's comment that he had hit his head hard on the floor. She wondered how the injury would affect his mental state. "You're an… intriguing distraction." The sides of his mouth twitched in amusement. "Although you have an annoying habit of kissing me to prevent me from doing some things."

She scoffed in fake offence. "'Annoying'? You've always seemed to like it."

Kylo crossed his arms in an almost childish gesture. "You just keep doing it until I reciprocate or you sedate me."

Rey shrugged and smirked. "If I recall correctly, you started it that night in your house."

He was silent for a moment and was saved from responding as Leia entered with her brother. "We will be evacuating within the next few hours onto a cruiser. I would like you two to take a separate shuttle with our Togruta guest to avoid any provocations with others."

Rey nodded and took her long lightsaber hilt from Luke as he handed it to her along with Kylo's. The general's gaze rested on her son, her eyes moving to his new scar. Rey could read motherly concern on her face. "I am sorry you were attacked. We can of course find you some extra clothes to wear."

Kylo's back straightened to give the impression of strength, but Rey could see his right hand trembling slightly where it rested on the bed. She wondered if the nightmare she had woken him from had to do with Snoke's torture. "I would appreciate it."

()()()()

Rey flipped the switches in the tiny shuttle and glanced at Kylo as he pressed the final button to allow them to take off. The shuttle lurched as she guided it off the ground and into the D'Qar atmosphere. The cruiser that the Resistance was retreating to was located only a short hyperspace distance away – for they did not want their cruiser so near a potential target planet – so Leia had allowed them to fly the shuttle themselves with Major Ematt and two other trusted Resistance members as guards. Asarla, who was still unconscious, lay across the only three seats in the shuttle.

Kylo had received a simple black shirt that covered his arms and exposed his neck, and he had donned a black jacket that looked suspiciously like one Han might have chosen to wear. He had kept his black pants and boots that he had been wearing when she had captured him, and his black helmet rested behind his seat.

She supposed she should not have been surprised to find that Kylo knew how to pilot some ships. She guessed that he had learned during his Jedi training under Luke or at least after he had left the Jedi path. He was only allowed to co-pilot because the Resistance could not spare anyone else trained to fly to accompany them.

The shuttle left the atmosphere, and Rey flipped another switch before pulling down on one of the levers to push their vessel into hyperspace. The stars seemed to lengthen for a moment before they shot forward at full speed. She checked the coordinates of their destination. "We should arrive in just under ten minutes."

Rey relaxed against her seat, feeling her lightsaber at her leg. She had fashioned a small leather belt of sorts to fit around her right thigh that held her long hilt fairly comfortably and allowed her to grab it at a moment's notice. She had Kylo's lightsaber at her hip for safekeeping.

She looked behind her shoulder to ask Major Ematt how big the Resistance cruiser was and let out a short gasp. The two Resistance guards lay dead on the floor, and the major was in the air, clawing at an invisible force closing his throat. Rey immediately turned to Kylo, but the Knight only glanced at her in confusion before he twisted to see what she was staring at.

He reacted faster than she as he jumped out of the chair and tackled Asarla to the floor. The Togruta was very much awake and fought viciously under Kylo, using the Force to push his heavier weight off of her. She sat up on the floor, and Rey, who was halfway over to her, froze as she felt the Dark Side coming off of her in stronger waves than it usually came off of Kylo.

Asarla's usually caring and innocent blue eyes were clouded in an unnatural golden hue. She glared at Rey in hatred that did not belong on her kind face and lunged at her with abnormal speed. Rey fell to the floor and kicked at the Togruta to push her off. The small, orange-red hand snatched Kylo's lightsaber from her hip as she rolled away.

The red blade crackled to life, and Asarla turned, calmly finishing off the gasping Major Ematt with a hard swipe across the chest. She turned her eerie eyes to Kylo as he stood, raising his right hand to freeze her with the Force. The Togruta froze for only a moment before she seemed to push past his power. The red lightsaber moved to point at Kylo's pale throat. Her musical voice had a disturbing undertone of hate. "The Supreme Leader has shown me all of your tricks, traitor."

"Asarla!" Rey cried out to distract the Togruta. Her double blades unsheathed from her lightsaber. "You're not dark! You're not a killer! We're your friends!"

The awful golden eyes moved to bore into Rey's. "A friend who leaves me to face torture alone? A friend who does not fight to protect me? All I see is the Supreme Leader's talented student turned into a traitor because of you."

Rey remembered that Luke had mentioned their attackers were infirmary staff, which had been where Asarla had been for the past day. Her voice was small as she looked at what her friend had become. "You convinced them to try to kill Kylo, didn't you?"

The laugh Asarla gave was harsh. "It didn't take much convincing. They didn't even know I was conscious. All I needed to do was plant the idea that he's a threat to you all." The red lightsaber shifted from Kylo's throat to slash through the navigation system on the pilot's console. Rey was in too much shock to stop her. Kylo moved behind the Togruta quietly as she continued speaking. "And now when you do not show up to the Resistance, Kylo Ren will of course be blamed for kidnapping you. It's a shame you won't be able to help him when the Supreme Leader teaches him where his loyalties lie."

Rey watched Asarla in despair and reached out to her with the Force, trying to get into the Togruta's mind to stop her or push her unconscious as Kylo had to her a few times. A sneer formed on Asarla's dark lips as she shoved Rey back with the Force.

Rey fell to the floor, her lightsaber clattering away. Asarla raised the red lightsaber over her with the full intention of killing her. Before she could deliver the blow, the Togruta fell forward onto the floor unconscious. Kylo stood behind her, holding the butt of one of the dead Resistance member's blaster in front of him.

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