A/N: Here's the newest installment of ABCs of Writing! Hope yall enjoy! It may be another mini-series.

Lost

Chapter 1: Location

She ran through the jungle as quickly as her legs could carry her. She didn't know how many were pursuing her, but she knew she was in danger. She'd crash landed in their territory after all. What species in their right minds would consider her friendly if she all of a sudden destroyed some of their property? She winced in pain as she continued to run, her sides burning and her forehead sweaty and sticky. Her legs were burning and getting bogged down by the sheer humidity of the planet she'd crashed on. She had no idea where she was or why she was here. All she knew was that she was following the signal of an artifact that she couldn't allow the First Order to get. She'd sensed Ben on this planet as well, but she only hoped she didn't run into him.

Her shoulder brushed by a particularly sharp bush and she grunted in pain. It stung worse than anything she'd ever experienced. She tried to pay it no mind, but the more she ran, the more her blood pumped, the more it burned and tore at her arm and nerves, begging her attention. She stopped at a tree and looked down at her arm. Her eyes widened as she saw that her arm was purple around the scratch. Bubbles were forming from the scrape and she just knew that wasn't anything good. She ripped her tunic and tried to tie her arm as best she could, crying out in pain as she did so. Anything that touched it was terrible. Anything that even grazed it made it burn with as much ferocity as when she'd gotten it. She'd have to deal with that later though.

She ducked behind a tree, hiding herself carefully as she watched some shadowed beings rush past her. Her eyes widened when she saw Troopers right on their heels. Who was chasing who? Were the Troopers chasing the beings? Were the beings chasing her? Were the beings and the Troopers working together?! She had no idea. Once they were all out of sight, she inhaled sharply at the pain in her arm. She unwrapped it for just a moment to see what it was doing. It was still bubbling purple stuff out of the scrape. She felt her blood pressure rising as she tried to figure out what to do. She didn't know how to extract it, nor did she have an antidote. She started to feel nauseous as she stood there. She had to figure something out fast if she wanted to live.

She shoved off of the tree and stumbled through the brush, more careful than last time now that she knew what it would do if she got cut. She looked around and kept her ears on the lookout for any running water. Maybe if she could wash off whatever was in her cut, she would be all right. The more she exerted herself, the dizzier she got and along with the dizziness came the nausea. She collapsed onto her knees and retched as she tried to get ahold of herself the best she could. She panted heavily, crawling on her knees now as she heard the sounds of water running in front of her. She had to hurry. She couldn't very well heal herself. She had just started dabbling in that before she crashed here. And even then, she could only heal others. Her head swam as she fought against every inclination her body tried to make her do. She tried to get up, but her legs were like spaghetti. She started to think of the consequences if someone were to find her. If he found her.

She collapsed on the ground, panting and wheezing, her eyes going in and out of focus as she lay on the damp forest floor. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Just before she closed her eyes, there were black boots in front of her and a dark figure kneeling down to her. She knew immediately who it was, but she couldn't do a thing about it as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

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He'd heard footsteps retreating through the forest. He'd seen Troopers chasing the natives. He only rolled his eyes at their eagerness to shoot something. Maybe with firing at the natives, they'd get a little target practice in at least and they wouldn't suck as bad. While they were dealing with each other, his dyad prickled and his eyes scanned the forest. He sensed her. And she was close. He remained still, closed his eyes and just listened as he reached out. He felt the panic on her side. He felt the heat. He sensed... pain? His eyes flew open as he sensed the danger. He took off in the forest, following her tracks. He'd tracked her to the tree where she hid from the others. She had just left. He wanted to reach out to her to ask if she were all right, but he knew that as soon as he did, she would shut him out and then he'd never find her in this unyielding terrain. He listened again, waiting for any sense he could get.

He was closer to her now. He heard her panting in the woods. He had to get there fast. Ben looked around the forest and pieced together her goal. He knew where water was. He'd seen it when the Troopers were luring out the natives. They'd passed by it on their way to double back. If she was going to the stream for water for whatever was going on with her, then surely, he could meet her there.

But what would he do once he met her?

He hesitated as he looked down at the river she'd been making her way to. She should have been there any minute. Was she hiding? He scanned the foliage for any signs of disturbance or any hint that she'd been there. Nothing. She hadn't made it yet. He scowled. That wasn't good. He followed their dyad, like a string you tied around yourself if you were entering a cave and wanted to get back to the entrance. He searched carefully as he walked towards her direction. And then he saw her on the ground, panting and groaning in pain. She looked like death as she raised her glazed over eyes to him and then passed out. He frowned as he looked around. He gathered her into his arms, turning on his heel and making his way back to the river.

Once he'd made it there, he looked her over, noticing and out of place bandage on her right arm. He unwrapped it delicately and saw purple oozing out of a scratch that had started to turn black. The odor that assaulted his nose was sweet mixed with acidity. He grabbed the cloth and rinsed it in the river, having set her limp form against a tree. He then wrung out the bandage and walked back to her side. He gently lifted her arm and started to wipe away the purple stuff that was oozing out of the wound. It was sticky and stringy and had he not had an iron stomach, he would probably have gagged. He had to wring out the cloth several times as he wiped it several different times, but each time he wiped it with the clean cloth, the purple stopped oozing and the angry black that covered the entrance of the wound started to turn back to her skin color. Once he was satisfied with the results of his cleaning, he ripped his cloak with his teeth into a small bandage to rewrap her arm with. He tied it securely in place before looking around. It was getting dark. They had to find shelter. He was too far from the ship to take her there. And even if he did make it, what would the troops say? No telling what they'd do with her.

He frowned as he tried to remember the landscape. Then he felt the shift in the wind. Something was coming. He quickly grabbed her and hoisted her into his arms, walking quickly through the terrain to try to find a cave he vaguely remembered passing on his way to head her off. As he walked, his only focus was getting them to safety. Her head slumped over into his chest as she used her good arm and gently grabbed onto his shirt. He paid it no mind as he trudged further and further into the jungle. He felt the winds shift again and plants started to blow weakly against the wind. His hair flew backwards and he was fighting against the wind with each step he took. He grit his teeth, clutching her close to him and shielding her from debris that became dislodged as he walked. Cursing under his breath, he realized that the cave was only a little ways away. Ben trudged on.

The wind became more violent, bending the trees with each powerful gust, resembling a hurricane of sorts. He knew nothing about this planet except for its dense forestry and occasional cave systems. He didn't even know if there were inhabitants here until he got here. He heard a Trooper scream as he flew past him, Ben narrowly avoiding his flying body. He heard a sickening crack or squish noise and he just knew what happened. His brows furrowed with determination. He would not allow something to happen to him. He would make it to that cave.

Sure enough, it got darker. The wind grew more intense. Ben almost lost his footing several times, but gracefully regained them. The plants changed colors, he noticed. He kept his sight fixated on the cave ahead of him. Her saber disconnected from her hip and flew backwards away from them. He frowned and cursed to himself. He'd have to find that later...

Rain started to pour and Ben growled to himself. Stupid freaking weather! What the heck!? He paused momentarily, having hid behind a sturdy tree for the time being to adjust her in his arms. He undid his cloak and wrapped what was left of it around her so she wouldn't catch cold. Still, it was raining heavily. The rain was cold in some areas, but the closer he got to the cave, the hotter it became. What in the galaxy was this ridiculous planet!? He made a note to disintegrate it once he got the new weapon up and running. This planet was crap.

He hissed as he entered the hottest part of the rain. It singed his face and arms, causing him to pick up his already laborious pace. He looked up at the cave which was mere feet away from him and then he was blasted with freezing cold rain again. He groaned and made a mental note to definitely destroy this planet. What kind of planet spit out ice cold rain, boiling hot rain and then ice cold rain again? He ducked into the cave just in time as another particularly hot burst of rain landed on his back. He groaned in pain, collapsing to his knees inside the cave. He held her tight, head bowed as he tried to suffer through the pain. At least it hadn't affected her. Thankfully, she was small enough that his body was able to shield her enough. She'd probably have a few burns on her arms and ankles, but nothing too serious, he determined. He gently set her down inside of the cave, the pain in his back becoming slightly annoying now. He knew he was burned. He'd have to deal with that later.

Now, he needed to find something to start a fire with. He glared at the elements crashing around outside. Yeah, no chance of fire right now. He frowned as he realized that the only way he'd be able to keep her warm was with his body heat. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he took his shirt off, hissing in pain as it scraped over the sensitive burned flesh of his back. That was going to hurt tomorrow... Ben then contemplated for what seemed like forever if she should remove her clothes, too. He looked down at his hip and realized he still had his saber. Could the heat dry their clothes? Could he technically use it to start a fire? He threw that thought out as soon as it came to him. Dry their clothes, maybe, but fire? It clean cut everything it touched. Nothing actually burned with the saber... just smoldered and incinerated. But maybe he could use the heat from the saber to dry their clothes?

He decided it was worth a shot. He took his shirt that he'd thrown aside and turned on his saber, holding it up to his shirt. He watched it for a few moments and noticed that it was helping. Slowly, but it was helping. He turned away from Rey, preferring to look out at the torrential downpour that this planet had decided to grace them with. He sighed as he contemplated how he even ended up in this situation. All he wanted to do was find the artifact that Snoke went on and on about. Sure, the man was dead, thanks to him and Rey, but still, he wanted to get his hands on that artifact. Maybe it could be of some use to him later.

No one told him that this planet had a major gravitational pull that crashed star ships though.

And thus Ben Solo became a victim to it. He wondered if there was a chance they could ever get off of this forsaken planet. As he spaced out, he realized that his shirt was more or less dry. Slightly damp, but still semi-dry. He glanced back at Rey and saw her still sleeping. If he hurried, maybe he could dry his pants...? Worth a shot. He took them off and dried them, too.

Moments passed and Ben was dry. He still dreaded undressing Rey though. But if he didn't, he could add to their problems. He hadn't completely gotten rid of the purple stuff, but it was good enough to get them where they are now. He held up the saber to her, debating what he was getting ready to do. What was the worst that could happen? Well, she could get a fever and die from that before she died from the infection from whatever flora assaulted her. He found that neither was a good option. So... he sucked it up and reached for her tunic, holding his lightsaber for light to see what he was doing. She'd better appreciate his efforts to help her and not think he was some sort of ridiculous pervert. He didn't particularly want to do this...

When he looked at her face, he saw her eyes glaring back at him, fear and disgust riddled in her eyes. "Ben...?"