Hi again everyone. Thanks for all the support you've given me so far for this story. I have an extra thank you to give for those of you who've been reviewing every chapter, your comments make me laugh so much and every review I read just motivates me to keep going!

Finally, though, the action starts for real! Action isn't really my strong point, but fingers crossed you'll like it... And I hope you all don't hate me for the ending, it needed to be done :P

Please let me know what you think in the reviews (constructive criticism is so incredibly welcome too).

Present Day…

Poe inched forward in his seat, hoping to gain a closer look at the damage the other Squadrons were inflicting on the massive star destroyer below them. Nien Nunb had always been a master at causing trouble and the chain of explosions that lit up the ship were clearly his handiwork. It made him chuckle.

'Black squadron. You ready for this?' He asked, receiving a quick affirmative from all seven of his pilots.

'We're coming in low. I want you to take out as many of those cannons as you can before the TIEs get here. When they do, it's our job to protect our bombers from them. Got it? And we don't pull out until we get our orders from the General.'

Again, they all swiftly answered his orders. There was no waver in any of their voices, every one of them ready to give their lives for the Resistance, and not for the first time Poe was struck with how grateful he was to have such people behind him.

'BB-8, you ready, buddy?' The small droid beeped a happy little response. 'Then let's go.'

Ben and Rey's own approach was much more sedate, though it didn't help to put their nerves at ease. Stealth and sneaking around weren't things Ben was used to, preferring to take a much more direct approach to matters. But he knew that a lot depended on them not being spotted amongst the many disturbances to the Finalizers shields.

They hung back, waiting until they spotted the tell-tale red streaks across the front of the ship before they made their move. Ben looked over at Rey and she nodded, her face as serious as the black outfit she had donned for the mission. It was with a small hint of pride he'd noticed that it matched his own usual black clothing perfectly.

Their ship moved slowly towards the Finalizer, hoping not to draw any attention from the TIEs beginning to flood out from the far side of the destroyer.

Rey's grip on the co-pilot controls grew tighter the closer they got. There was a darkness surrounding the whole of the First Order, but it seemed particularly concentrated on this one ship. This was the domain of Kylo Ren, not Ben Solo, and she feared for them both here.

'Ben.' She said quietly. 'When we get in there, I don't want…'

Her voice trailed off as she considered the phrasing of her words carefully. And when she couldn't think of a good way to say how she felt, she instead took a leaf from his book and just opened her mind to him.

He could make out her request easily like this, feel the depth of it; she didn't want him to kill anyone on board unless it was necessary. She'd always had a soft spot for the storm troopers, thinking that all of them were like her friend- just living their lives until some spark came to convince them that the Order wasn't right about the galaxy.

She didn't know them as well as he did, he thought, but if that was what she wanted then he would do his best to adhere to her rules.

After this, they continued in silence, as though just the sounds of their voices would get them noticed. But Rey continued to keep her mind open to him, wanting to keep him close to her to keep her fears of Kylo Ren at bay.

And before she knew it, they'd penetrated the shields without a hitch and landed safely.

Most of the troopers and pilots were gone, busy dealing with the chaos unfolding on the other side of the ship. From the cockpit window they could spot the skeleton crew left behind. There were only a handful, and Ben left to deal with them whilst she prepped their ship for their later departure.

It almost seemed to Rey that the beginning of their plan was going too easily, but she didn't want to complain when things were already going so well. Even Ben seemed to be going easily on the troopers, using his powers to put them to sleep instead of reaching for his lightsaber as he usually would.

She walked down the ramp and moved to stand next to her partner, guarding him from any other troopers that might appear, and he closed his eyes and opened his mind. She could feel his focus shift from his immediate surroundings to his mother, located safely on a ship far away from the main battle.

General. His voice startled Leia from the tactical map spread out on the holotable in front of her, but she kept it hidden from those around her. It wouldn't go well for her if they found out that Kylo Ren had such easy access to her mind.

We're on board. Get your pilots away. Ben felt her assent through the connection they shared.

Thank you. Then, she was gone, her mind no doubt distracted by some problem or another. He and Rey were truly alone now, and she took hold of his hand in support. Ben allowed himself this moment of distraction, and he brought it up to his mouth, kissing her knuckles once before dropping it and leading them both further into the ship.

Poe was getting worried. There were TIEs flowing freely from the depths of the Finalizer now, and the whole thing was getting to the point of being out of control. He considered calling for a retreat himself, when the static of the comm broke through the chaos unfurling within his own cockpit.

'Poe, we've had the signal. Get your pilots out of there and head back to the ship.' He released a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. Leia really did have an amazing sense of timing.

'Thanks General. Calling the retreat now.' He replied, and happily relayed the message onto the other squadrons.

His own team would be the last to disengage. Their superior piloting skills meant that they were the most able to deal with any TIEs that chose to tail them, before the larger Resistance ships appeared in range and could do their worst.

He looked out of the cockpit, seeing Blue Squadron peeling away from their attacks on the bridge. Their squad seemed to be missing about half of their pilots, and Poe knew instantly that they had sustained the worst of the TIEs defensive attacks. He took a second to scan their group, searching out one fighter in particular, but he couldn't see it amongst them.

It killed him to, but he forced his gaze away. He was the leader of this mission and he had to make sure as many of his pilots got out alive as possible. He couldn't allow distractions to risk their lives.

However, when he looked to the other side, Poe could see that Red Squadron were lingering, and he began shouting at them through the comm to disengage and leave the area. He could recognise a pilot's need to display their heroics anywhere, and he wasn't in the mood for any of their hotshot antics today.

He continued to monitor their progress through the window, finally seeing them turn to leave, but minutes later he still had a frown on his face.

He'd planned to have the squadrons fly in a much tighter formation back to the main ship, knowing that the Finalizers cannons were now out of action and hoping that a larger, stronger group would discourage any First Order pilots from following them. But with the delay from Blue Squadron, there was an increasingly large gap forming between them all.

Poe's own Black Squadron too turned to leave, and Poe ordered his team to follow those closest to them. With Poe's fighter the only one fitted with the tech that would enable him to quickly catch up, he raced off to help Blue Squadron.

With so many officers and their troops ordered to deal with the damage inflicted by the Resistance pilots, Ben and Rey's journey to the lower decks was almost too quiet. It kept his nerves on edge to see the place so void of life, even though he could sense that there were very few others in the vicinity and had been directly told not to expect opposition.

Even on the rare occasion that someone did go by, the couple's black clothing allowed them to easily blend into their surroundings. The troopers had long since learned on the Finalizer not to question anyone who looked like they belonged on board. The Knights of Ren had drilled that lesson into them very well.

Yet despite the quietness, Ben could still feel the slight pinpricks at the back of his skull that signalled the other force users on board. It was fortunate for him that Rey didn't know them as intimately as he did, and seemingly hadn't registered their presence.

And so, it was with very little difficulty that he was quickly able to lead her to the turbolift that would lead them down.

He could see the furrow on her brow, as the doors opened to them, and it didn't move from her face the entire journey down. But whatever it was that was bothering her, she kept it to herself.

The detention level itself consisted of no more than one short corridor- an interrogation room, a few small cells and accessible by the one turbolift. Between the advanced interrogation droids, the torture methods of the Ren force users and the capital punishment the First Order leadership particularly favoured, prisoners weren't expected to be guests on this level for long.

Ben was sure it was only the importance of the information he held on the Resistance and his own stubbornness that had kept the Wookie alive long enough for them to rescue him.

The turbolift doors opened, and the two stormtroopers stationed at the entrance looked up in surprise. Their training kicked in quickly, and they raised their blasters at the two unexpected arrivals.

But before they could even get out a single word, Ben lifted his hand, tossing them both against the nearby wall. It would give them a nasty headache when they woke, but there wouldn't be any permanent damage there.

He looked over to see Rey still scowling at him, but he chose to ignore it. She'd asked for no deaths and he'd barely even injured them- certainly not with anything permanent anyway. But it didn't stop him sending her a feeling of smugness over the bond at his loose interpretation of her orders.

'Come on.' She said, already exasperated with him, and headed off down the corridor.

But there was no reason to exert themselves to sense which door he was behind, they could hear the plaintive roars of the Wookie easily now that there were no troopers around to make a noise.

They stopped outside the cell, and with a simple wave of Rey's hand, the door slid smoothly open.

And suddenly, there was a massive pile of brown fur throwing itself through the newly opened space and towards them. His roar was terrifying in such closed quarters, but not as much as his enormous pointed teeth, bared directly at her.

Both Rey and Ben responded automatically to the attack, with her reaching straight for her saber and him throwing his hand in the air and using the force to halt the Wookie's movements.

Chewbacca was stopped before he could get more than a couple of steps, and this moment of pause gave him time to take in who it was that had opened the door. He'd been expecting the usual group of troopers, interrogators, and droids, and he'd thrown himself at them in his almost routine bid for escape. But instead he found himself peering down into a pair of familiar hazel eyes.

His voice rumbled towards her; it was difficult for him to form the words correctly whilst unable to move, but Rey was pretty certain it was an apology for the attack. And she gave him a big, forgiving smile in return.

'Ben, you can let him go now.' She said quietly, noticing the few beads of sweat that had appeared on his forehead from the strain of holding back something as strong and powerful as a Wookie.

He was reluctant, but slowly let him out of the force hold, and Chewie staggered a little at suddenly having nothing holding him up. But once he'd regained his balance, one of his hairy arms wrapped Rey up in a tight hug.

Yet as happy as she was to see him again, it didn't escape her notice that his other hand had gone straight to his side, where there was blood matted in his fur. He also leaned on her much more heavily than was comfortable for someone so much smaller than him. It was clear that the First Order had exercised a lot of effort to try and get information from him.

Chewie pulled himself upright with a questioning groan.

'Yes Chewie, we're here to rescue you.' Rey answered with a smile. It really was good to see the old Wookie again, he'd been right by her side when her whole journey started.

But Chewbacca didn't seem quite so pleased anymore, for the first time taking notice that there was someone else in the corridor with them.

His eyes landed on the tall man in front of him, the face so reminiscent of Han, and he couldn't stop the anger that ran through him. Wookie's weren't known for being particularly complex or forgiving creatures, and the only thought that ran through his mind was the last time they'd seen each other. When Kylo Ren had put a lightsaber straight through his best friend.

He tried to ignore the pain that lanced across his aching muscles as he gripped the young man by his throat and hauled him into the air.

Ben saw stars as his head connected with the wall behind him, but it didn't stop his hand from grabbing his lightsaber. The blade flew up to Chewie's neck but stopped just short of cutting through it.

He'd managed to stop himself, knowing exactly how Rey would feel if he'd killed the damn beast, but his hand was shaking with the effort. Everything was screaming for him to use his powers and kill the thing in one sure stroke, the adrenaline surging uncontrollably at the thought of doing so. The hairs at Chewie's neck were being singed and turning black from the spitting sparks, but neither man was willing to back down.

Rey only had a second to assess the situation before her. She could feel Ben's control slipping, his need to save himself almost palpable.

But at least he was trying. It was Chewie who needed to be controlled.

'Chewie, stop!' Rey screamed at him, but his grip continued to tighten. 'Please!'

She grabbed onto his arm, looking almost comically small next to the beast in front of her, and tried to get his focus away from Ben and on her.

'You sent me to him once. Remember. You did it because I asked you to. You must have known there was still something in there worth saving or you wouldn't have let me go.' Her initial screams had died down to desperate pleas. She could hear Ben's breathing stuttering and fading out to nothing.

'Please.' She was begging him, and Chewie knew he would have to listen to her, regardless of how much he wanted to snap the neck in his hand.

His grip released abruptly, and Ben dropped to his knees on the floor. He was coughing violently and grasping at his throat, but at least he was still alive. Rey fell down beside him, and he could feel her relief and gratitude flowing through their bond towards him.

She grasped his head between her hands, pressing her forehead to his temple and whispering over and over, thank you, thank you, thank you. She was so grateful he'd held back and not given into his urges and killed the Wookie. She loosened her grip and kissed him gently, aware that he was still trying to catch his breath in heavy, wheezing pants.

But something caught her eyes, as Chewie slumped backwards against the wall behind him, closing his eyes in pain. Now that he didn't have survival or revenge at the forefront of his mind, it was only pain.

Rey released Ben gently and clambered to her feet to see what was wrong with her friend. She gently peeled away his hand, remembering Finn's attempts to help the Wookie the last time she'd seen him injured, and took a closer look at the reddened area.

Blood was still flowing freely; whatever the First Order had done to him last, it had been recent. He let out a pained roar as she checked further, wanting to make sure that by moving him they wouldn't be doing him any more harm.

There didn't seem to be much else that needed immediate attention, but the wound on his side concerned her. Unfortunately, she had little on her that would help him, and any medical supplies they had were back on their ship. All she could do for now was to take off one of her arm wraps and tie it around his waist. It wouldn't help his condition, but at least it would soak up some of the blood and stop them leaving a trail behind them.

'Ben. Get up here and help me.' She ordered without even looking at him, before throwing one of Chewie's giant, furry arms over her shoulders.

He looked up at her in astonishment. His breathing was still laboured, and he was obviously in some pain by the way his hand was still massaging his throat, but she had to work with what she had. Ben was the less injured of the two, so he would be the one to help.

The comm on one of the troopers still lying near the turbolift began to crackle to life, A voice bled through, one that was would only become more concerned when it noticed the lack of response. They were quickly running out of time to escape unnoticed.

'Don't give me that look. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Now get up!'

He glared at her from his place on the floor but did as she said. He threw Chewbacca's other arm over his shoulder, and the Wookie snarled at him in return.

'You're lucky you're not dead right now.' Ben growled, staring into the black, inhuman eyes above him. There was such hatred there, and he had no doubt it was mirrored right back on his own face.

Chewie was just another painful reminder of everything he'd lost, everything his father had abandoned him for and everything he'd forced Rey to leave behind all those years ago to be with him. He hated the Wookie almost as much as he hated himself at times, and had it been up to him his father's old friend would already be dead too.

But for now, he was a necessary part of the plan.

Ben felt a tugging as Rey began to move and lead them back up the corridor, and he forced himself to go along with her and not resist.

'Rey.' He tried to speak, but his voice was rough and rasping and barely understandable. He went to try again but gave up quickly when he saw the smirk on Chewbacca's face. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing the damage he'd caused.

Wait. She stopped when she heard the echo in her mind, and he guided them back to rest against the wall, before moving over to the unconscious guards.

He used his powers to lift them up into the air, before walking over and depositing them into an empty cell. Hopefully it would keep anyone else who came down here from asking too many questions before he could get Rey safely away.

He ran back, throwing Chewie's arm over his shoulder again. Together, they managed to reach the turbolift, but even such a short distance with the heavy beast resting on them was exhausting.

We need to get this thing back to the ship before we can do anything else.

Rey heard him clearly but was still surprised by the words spoken over their bond. She was sure that Ben would have suggested leaving Chewie behind, so they could find the texts. Hadn't he said before that they were his priorities?

She gifted him with a small smile, sure that he was only saying this because he knew what the Wookie meant to her.

I know. She responded, adjusting the arm resting on her shoulder.

It's not going to be easy though. It's going to take both of us to get him back. We might be able to blend in, but he's not exactly subtle. If you sense anyone coming, focus on getting them to head in a different direction. We can't afford to be seen.

She nodded and steeled her mind for the lift doors to open. Rey couldn't sense anyone yet, but she was certain that they would be forced to use their powers multiple times before they could reach the hangar bay.

Poe caught up to the beleaguered squadron, noticing there were several TIE fighters that had torn off from the main group and followed them. The x-wings were dodging and trying to cover each other as best they could, but it was clear that the group had already taken too many hits.

'BB-8, I want you to focus on the booster drive. Even if it starts to overheat, I don't care. Just do whatever you can to keep it going.' BB-8 beeped out his warnings, but by this point in their relationship his processors had long since relegated such things to the status of 'obligation'. Poe wouldn't listen and BB-8 would go along with his orders no matter what- it was just how things were.

Poe spun his ship sharply to the right, cutting a line behind the TIEs. The speed of their approach had clearly taken them unaware as they tried to scramble round and meet this new threat head on. But they were unable to match his speed, and very soon there were two less for Poe to worry about.

He got on the comm to Wexley, knowing the man would have the most information on the status of his team.

'Wex, you there?'

'Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.' Poe could hear the strain in the other man's voice, and he didn't need to look out his window to see that the pilot was having trouble with controlling his fighter.

'What's your team's status?'

'We lost Blues three, five and six, but we're lucky not to have lost more. Most of us have been hit pretty bad, and we need to get back to the main ship as soon as we can. I don't know how much longer we'll last out here.'

Before he could respond, Poe caught sight of one of the TIEs spin round, the pilot giving up the chase to head back to the Finalizer. But the other had smelt blood, with one x-wing lagging slightly behind the others and making itself an easy target.

He responded instantly, but as he got closer, Poe saw exactly whose ship it was being hunted, and his heart began to race.

'Finn!' He shouted over the comm. 'There's a TIE on your tail. You've got to lose him!'

'I can't. My ship's shot to hell.' A loud rumble came through the comm, followed by a high-pitched squeal and sharp burst of static that cut them off completely.

He shouted out his partner's name but couldn't get a response. He was coming up close to the rear of the TIE, but without Finn's cooperation there was just as much chance of Poe hitting him as he was the enemy. The other pilot was following closely to the trail left behind by Finn's x-wing, trying to get off as many shots as he could. Tailing someone like that took an impressive amount of skill, and whoever this guy was, he was good.

Poe just had to hope that Finn's comm was could still receive incoming transmissions.

'Finn, if you can hear me, I need you to listen. On my signal, make a sharp turn to the left, and head towards the main group. You got it?' Poe spoke quickly and repeated his instructions once more.

He ordered BB-8 to prepare the prototype drive attached to the ship. They'd only get one shot at this and he needed it to work if he was going to get Finn out of there alive.

'Man, I hope this works.' He muttered to himself.

He flicked the switches to start the booster drive.

'Now!'

Finn's x-wing made a turn to the left, small and awkward but it gave Poe enough room to manoeuvre. The drive kicked in, and he shot past the right side of the TIE. It only lasted for a matter of seconds, but the increased speed put him far past the other fighter.

He gripped the throttle tightly and threw it violently to the left. His whole body was thrown into the cockpit wall as his own fighter turned suddenly, ending with him facing the TIE directly.

The First Order pilot hadn't expected this, and barely had time to register the new position of the x-wing before he'd been blasted out of the sky.

BB-8 took temporary control of the ship from his friend as Poe slumped back into his seat, gripping onto his side tightly where he was sure he now had a bruised rib- at least. The droid pulled them alongside Finn's own x-wing, and Poe could just about make out his excessive movements through the tinted windows. He had no doubt the man was cheering frantically at the save, and Poe gave a small, tired, but ultimately relieved, smile.

Rey's head jerked up suddenly, sensing a member of the Order hurrying down the corridor behind them. She was becoming so tired now that it was becoming nearly impossible to keep her senses extended far enough and for long enough to be of any help.

She was fortunate that Ben was beside her still. She would never admit this aloud to him, but at that moment she was almost grateful for Snoke's harsh training that had granted him such stamina when using his force abilities. The officer, who had been about to turn the corner and would have spotted them easily, out of nowhere spun on his heel and ran back in the direction he'd come from.

She caught Ben sagging slightly in her peripheral vision, but they were almost at the ship now. Just a few more steps and they'd be in the hangar bay.

And as the massive door opened to them, and she spotted the ship not to far from them, she finally allowed herself to drop her guard in relief. She felt so drained, and it was taking all her strength now just to hold Chewie up. He didn't seem to be doing much better, leaning on both her and Ben heavily now and struggling to keep his legs moving.

They took a few more steps towards the waiting ship, before they were all thrown violently to the floor.

Rey hit the ground hard on her side, and the breath was knocked from her lungs. But she didn't even get a moment to catch her breath before both her and Chewie were pushed further across the floor, coming to a rest behind a large stack of crates.

She looked up to see Ben kneeling on the ground, panting hard and his hand reaching out to them, having used his force abilities to get them somewhere safer. His other already held his lightsaber and he looked to be forcing himself to stand.

It took her a few seconds to take in the whole situation, but as soon as she spotted the storm troopers coming towards them from the other end of the bay, Rey too was back up on her feet.

There must have been twenty of them, probably ordered to the area to check if the earlier attacks had damaged anything in this part of the ship. At any other time, they would have been easy to take down, but both force users were already exhausted from expending their powers for so long. She knew that they would have no extra energy to spend in making sure the storm troopers weren't injured; this was life or death now.

Rey could feel that her movements were weak and slow, and her arms felt as though they were made of durasteel. It was as though they'd had enough and were refusing to cooperate with her anymore.

She glanced over at Chewie, who had just about managed to pull himself to sitting behind the crates. He wasn't in any position to be helping them, even if he'd had a weapon, but at least he was safe.

A blaster bolt scraped against her upper arm, pulling her mind back to the fight and an angry shout from her throat, and leaving a burning pain in its wake. Rey could feel the blood quickly begin to make its way down her arm, and when it hit her hand, it made her grip on her lightsaber slippery.

The two force users tried to coordinate their movements, and they were slowly chipping away at the number of troopers. But it wasn't stopping their enemy's slow advancement.

'Get him on board. He's no use to the Resistance if he's dead.' Ben's voice was still gravelly and rasping, but it was loud enough for her to make out his words.

'Neither are you.'

'I can deal with this. Now go!' He ordered.

Rey hesitated, she didn't want to leave him. More storm troopers could come filing through the hangar doors at any second and then he would really need her help. But they couldn't both head back to the ship, they wouldn't get more than a few steps before being shot in the back.

'I'm coming right back.' She said determinedly.

She moved over to where Chewie was lay down behind the stacked crates, not turning her back on the troopers shooting at them with increasing ferocity. Ben stepped in front of her as protection as she leant down to pick up the Wookie. He gave out a sorry growl of pain, but garnered little sympathy from her.

He was impossibly heavy with no one else to help carry him, and she was using her very last stores of energy to even get him off the floor. Their walk to the ship took more time than was ideal in the situation and she could hear Ben at her back, shouting at her to 'Fucking hurry up!'.

When they eventually managed to get on board, she not so gently put Chewie down on the bunk and turned immediately to head back out to the fight, ignoring the protests of both her mind and body at the prospect of more exertions.

But a sound caught her ear and she stopped for just a second by Chewie's side. It was mechanical, a loud whirring that was too familiar. Her head shot from left to right, looking for the source of the sound. A look of horror passed over her face at the realisation of what it was.

The ship's ramp, quickly rising to close them both in.

Rey jumped to her feet, running to the exit, but it was already too far closed to squeeze even her small form through the gap.

Ben needed her; the First Order must know that they were on board by now and more fighters were surely coming. She furiously pounded her fist at the release button on the wall, but no matter how many times she hit it, nothing happened. The ramp refused to move.

The ship began to power up, the lights of the cockpit dash flaring to life. The whole thing slowly began to rise from the ground, and Rey dashed back to see what she could do to stop it.

She started pressing buttons, pulling levers, flicking switches. Anything to put a stop to the sequence that had inexplicably started and had her and Chewie trapped in a ship and leaving the Finalizer.

But just for a moment, the air around her stilled, and her hands hovered over the dash. She could hear the sound of Ben's lightsaber cutting through the air, reflecting blaster bolts and killing anyone who was foolish enough to try and go against him. Their minds overlapped, becoming one with each other as he continued to fight so that she and Chewie could leave safely.

His breath came quickly, panting in her ear with the exertion of it all. If she hadn't known better, she would have sworn they were next to each other. Her eyes closed tightly, and tears rolled down her face. She was so close, but she couldn't reach him, and her heart was desperate for the sound of his breathing to not be the last thing she ever heard from him.

Forgive me.

Even with his attentions directed elsewhere, his voice rang crystal clear through the bond.

And with his mind opened completely to communicate with her, she could sense his intentions like they were her own. This was no selfless act of saving her.

He'd allowed her to fetch the Wookie, rather than sending her away the moment they landed on board, but that was the extent of his consideration. He had something so much bigger planned and he'd needed her out of the way, and it was why he'd sent her back to the ship.

It hit Rey like a punch to the stomach. This was what had been bothering her since their first meeting with Leia. These were the plans he'd been working on and had kept secret from her all this time. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what they were, but she knew that they'd been wrong; it had never been about the texts.

There was something else much more important on the Finalizer.

She wanted to respond to his plea, to scream and shout and rail against his forcing her from his side. But instead she chose not to say a word, releasing her feelings of betrayal over the bond to stab into him over and over like daggers to his chest.

The tears continued to fall down her face, but she didn't move to wipe them away; she wanted him to feel them over their bond, as though they were running down his own cheeks.

But she swore that would be the only reaction he would pull from her. Her silence was the thing that would hurt him the most.

Small Announcement!

I've spent the last few days planning out every chapter of this monster. If nothing changes, then there will be 32 (not bad for what was originally a one shot!)

So for anyone out there who thinks were nearly done...

We haven't even started on the big stuff yet!

Enjoy :D