Away

Gone

*Ben's pov

The men were not gentle at all, but I can hardly say I blame them. The four of them had arranged themselves with two on my sides, one on each holding my arms, one behind and one in front.

I stumbled and the one behind me bops me on the left side of my head. "Stay on your feet." his voice was low and menacing.

I stand up straiter, turn my head and fix him with a glare. "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that the resistance had no sympathy for the wounded. And you call the First Order evil." I'm mocking him and he knows it, but still looks uncomfortable.

"turn around." he orders, but doesn't wack me.

I do, but stumble again, and let out a grunt of pain. With the adrenaline gone, there's nothing keeping me from feeling the full force of my wounds. Cracked ribs. Punctured lungs. Splintered knuckles. Slashed forehead. I could see blood already seeping through the bandages Rey put on my hands.

"Stop." the man in front demands and our group comes to a stand still in front of a door with the engraving 'Thirty-eight B.' He types in a code on a screen left of the door, and it opens.

"You will be given dinner in a few hours." the men shove me in, onto my hands and knees and close the door.

The cell is about six-by-eight and consists of a bed, sink, shelf and a toilet behind a curtain. I drag myself onto the bed that is no more than a cot mounted to the wall, and has one pillow and small blanket.

I lay on the bed and the battle with Snoke flashes through my mind. How we was able to communicate with each other mentaly. Almost like...telepathy!

Immediately I close my eyes. Rey, can you hear me.

The answer was immediate.

Yes!

I can't help but smile. Cool, I guess you won't have to come visit to communicate with me!

I feel her exitment. Somehow I end up drifting into sleep with the satisfaction of being able to communicate with Rey.

Ben, what cell are you in? For when I come.

Thirty-eight B.

True to my thinking, Rey showed up at the door five minutes later. She immediately rushed over to me after closing the door and wrapped me in a hug. I flinched and she hastly pulled away and grappled around in the small.bag slung around her shoulder.

"Ah, here it is." she pulls out a small bottle, opens it and hands me a pill from inside. "Pain killer." she explains.

I gratefully take it and she caresses my face. "How was the walk down?"

I slightly shrug, a painful movement that I immediately regret.

"Ben, I-" she was cut off by a sound from the speaker mounted in the wall in the corner of my room.

"Rey, you are immediately needed at the medical center. The general needs you."

We look at each other with bewilderment.

"Go!" I finally say "And tell me if she's alright!"

Rey wordlessly nods and slowly walks to the door, and turns back with her hand on the nob and opens her mouth as if she wants to say something but then closes it.

"Go!" I say again.

She nods, but runs over to me, grips the sides of my face in both of hers and smashes her lips against mine. We kiss only for a moment before she pulls back. I'm grinning like a maniac. She smiles at my expression.

"I'll keep you updated." she walks to the door and steps out. Just before the door closes I see something grab her, yanking her from my view, limited by the almost closed door. I hear a small scream that is immediately cut off just as fast as it started.

"Rey!" I yell.

A small group of people move past the door, only one of which I actually get a semi-good glimps of. The fugure is tall dressed in black and has ginger hair.

"Hux!" I scream. "Bring her back!"

I get no replie, but a black gloved hand reaches across the gap and closes the door.

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Hi. Don't kill me for the cliff hanger!

@kyloxrey came up with this idea, and I must say that I am in love! Something you need to know is, I'm not really comfortable writing really romantic things so what romance there is will just be cute Reylo things. Thanks! :)