You're a Wizard Kylo
Kylo shoves the man away forcefully. He pulls out his lightsaber. Steam rises off of the thick red line as he holds it up to the man's throat. His muscles were tensed with murderous intent, when the man suddenly produces a carved twig from his cloaks. Kylo nearly released a sadistic chuckle at the man's feeble "weapon", until an emerald blast enveloped his defensive position. Kylo's body clenched in shock, not a single ligament obeyed his command as the light saber deactivated and clattered to the ground beside him.
"Finite Incantatem!" The words pronounced like a command. The dark haired man opposite of Kylo then lowered the mysterious stick in his hand.
Kylo sat up with a sharp gasp, his mouth agape at the previous events. The look of unadulterated hope bled from the stranger's eyes to a cold disappointment. A look Kylo was all too familiar with. "What have you done to me!?" Kylo roared. The man trembled, but not with fear as Kylo had anticipated or desired. This stranger trembled with the storm of emotion threatening to burst within him.
"What have they done to you..?" The man muttered as a response, though seemed to be more to himself. What was that supposed to mean?
"Answer me!" Kylo snapped, struggling to stand once more. His bones seemed to lack solidity as he swiped at invisible sources of support in the air.
"Blakemore…" The towering figure uttered. This struck realization deep in Kylo's core, eliciting a deep sense of discomfort. Kylo's wide eyes analyzed the structure of the man's face. The dark and soulful eyes, the sagging face, the hooked nose. Then there was the undeniable aura of melancholy emanating from his powerful elegance. It was him. The man from his dream.
The images played on repeat in Kylo's mind. The plunging of his vermillion saber into the gut of his father, the shadowy figure erupting from the same abyss which Han had descended.
"You do not know me?" The man began, Kylo stared back with a hard glare.
"How do you plague my dreams, old man?" Kylo spat condescendingly.
"Blakemore…"
"Stop it. Why do you keep calling me that? I am Kylo Ren," Kylo hissed at the man. The dark stranger shakes his head sadly.
"No," his nasally voice drawled. Kylo opened his mouth to cut him off but the man continued, "You're Blakemore Snape, your mother and I had to send you away. It was dangerous. You have to understand, the storm…"
"Stop. SHUT UP!" Kylo grasps for the force but feels nothing. His head spins and he snarls, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Hot tears roll down his cheeks and drips onto his inky black cloaks. His fist's clench as he trembles from furry. The confusing words of the stranger rattling around his brain.
"You have no more power Blakemore, I took it from you".
"Who do you think you are? You can't take away the force." Kylo whispers with a foreign hopelessness dripping from his voice.
"Your magic, Blakemore, your magic. Son"
"I'm no one's son. MY father is dead," the man's eyes widen.
"Silencio. Listen boy". Kylo moves his mouth but no voice escapes his lips. He wraps his hands around his throat and glares daggers at the man. "I AM your father. At the time of your birth, I was associated with the dark Lord Voldemort. He killed your mother and tried to kill your younger brother. I tried to protect you… So I made a portal to bring you where magic didn't exist. Han and Leia could never understand what was truly happening inside you. I never wanted you to succumb to the dark arts." Snape's breathing became ragged once more, "But- but this was never meant to happen. I was supposed to come with you, Blakemore. I never wanted you to be alone. Not a day has passed that I haven't been thinking of you, worrying about you." Snape's soulful umber eyes lock on his son's matching ones. There was something else there besides cold resentment this time. Kylo's eyes held fear. Fear of the shield that was Kylo Ren gradually disintegrating before his eyes. Though it wasn't Ben Solo who cowered behind the powerful semblance. It was the long lost, Blakemore Snape.
Kylo scoured the ship looking for Alexandra. The encounter with Snape had him reeling and desperate for her warm skin. He found her sitting in the laundry room rolling a cigarette between her fingers longingly. His tall body casts a long shadow over her crunched up figure. As if reading his mind she stands up and flicks the cigarette away. Kylo follow her to his own quarters. Silence hangs heavy in the air and Alexandra keeps looking over her shoulder to make sure he's still following.
Alexandra's lips meet his before he can utter a command. Each searching for something in the others breath. Their movements become more feverish as the need builds. Alexandra startles back at the feel of warm liquid on her cheeks. Tears leak from Kylo's eyes. A small gasp escapes from Alexandra's lips as she stares into his broken face. Kylo sneers, frustrated at the easy tears. Alexandra throws her arms around his neck. She strokes his hair and lets him cry. "Come to the bed," she whispers. He follows obediently. They sit awkwardly remembering the events that took place hours before. "Do you want to talk about anything?" Kylo wishes he could say no more than anything, but he can't.
"I killed my father. I drove a lightsaber through his stomach without even thinking about it, and I didn't blink an eye when he fell. But I dream about him every night. He plagues my thoughts. His face haunts me," his voice shudders and cracks as if he was reliving the moment right then, "What if what looked like a second chance was really a cruel punishment? Would you still take it?" Alexandra's lips part. Her brow furrowed in thought.
"Yes. Sometimes things change. People can change". At least she hopes people can change, with all her heart. Her small hand presses Kylo's muscular body to the bed. He flops down as if his strong arms and abdomen were reduced to noodles. They lay together. Their breathing chasing each other in a soft rhythm. Alexandra lays a hand on her stomach and let's a single tear slip from her eye. Kylo furrowed his brow.
"What's the matter?" His low voice whispered into her hair.
"Oh, um," she sniffed, wiping the tear from beneath her eye, "I just got something in my eye, I-"
"There's something bothering your mind, not your eye," Kylo sat up so he looked down on her. Alexandra turned her eyes away from his probing glare, but his hand turned her face back to his. Before Alexandra had the chance to protest, she was gasping at the thousand needles which suddenly invaded the inside of her skull. Her grey eyes were wide with shock at his audacity to invade the privacy of her mind as she choked on the pain racking her system.
Alexandra was sitting in the women's dorms of the base, a long haired brunette cross legged opposite of her. Alexandra was staring blankly behind her olive toned friend.
"Is there something wrong, Lex?" the woman pried. Alexandra made a gagging noise, hands flying up to her mouth as her wide charcoal eyes locked with her friend's emerald ones. She rapidly shook her head before darting to the restroom with her friend hot on her heels.
"Lex!" The woman called after her, stopping abruptly when she found her friend hunched over the toilet, vomit dripping from her gaping lips.
"Aerif," Alexandra called weakly, "get your ass over here." Aerif moved quickly to her friend's side, pulling Alexandra's short dark tresses from her face as she continued to retch into the toilet.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Aerif muttered half aloud. Alexandra threw a halfhearted glare at her before coughing and spluttering her sickness into the porcelain bowl.
After what felt like an hour of emptying her energy into the toilet, Alexandra was guided by Aerif to the sink to wash her face and rid her mouth of the scent of bile. They slowly migrated back to the bed where Alexandra's hollow form hugged her knees to her chest, her skin held a mild grey undertone.
"So are we going to play 20 questions or are you going to tell me why you just hurled your stomach out in the bathroom?" Aerif bantered. Alexandra sighed before raising her drained eyes back to her friend's.
"I missed my period this month, I've gone through several jars of straight peanut butter, I nearly punched Jerry for even looking at me while I was polishing my fourth jar. Oh, and of course there's the fact I had sex!" Alexandra growled, her hand clenched a fistful of her own hair. Aerif's heart began to thud in her throat.
"You're pregnant?!" Alexandra nearly tackled her friend at the volume of her exclamation.
"Shh!" Alexandra hissed, "I don't need the entire fleet knowing I fucked the Commander…"
"What?!" Aerif whispered sharply, "you and Kylo and you and now, oh shit…"
"Yes, very 'oh shit'," Alexandra sighed.
"Does the Vader fan boy even know yet?" Aerif asked, her eyes peeping at Alexandra from behind her delicate fingers which protected her face from the invisible assault of the current reality. There was another trembling sigh from Alexandra before a moment of silence. Suddenly, Alexandra flopped onto the mattress, her semi calm semblance shattered into uncontrollable sobs. Aerif watched in shock as her friend gradually devolved into a broken seven year old. Aerif gently placed her hand on her friend's side. Aerif emanated peace as she pulled her friend into a hug.