Taking Command Book 1 (Kylux) (#Wattys2016)

Chapter Fourteen: Alone

Kylo PoV

I sat shivering and dripping water in the copilot seat of the ship. Hux was looking at me with a mix of disdain and pity. I was freezing, and wet. I was fairly sure there was clothing in the cabin.

"Don't follow me back, or lock me in." I snapped at Hux as I walked back.

He rolled his eyes at me, then resumed setting a course back to the base. I opened the door and then shut it behind me before rummaging through a couple cabinets.

There were a couple shirts and pants. I would have to hope that they would fit on my long, lanky frame. I pulled them on, stripping off my drenched robes and cowl and boots and pants. That felt a lot better. The pants were a little bit short and the shirt was small but they were suitably well fitting enough that they worked. I reclined my saber to my belt, fairly sure it had been damaged in the rain.

I had almost died out there, but Hux had saved me. Granted, he probably had had his own motives at heart, but still, I was alive because of him. That counted for something, right?

I walked back into the cockpit and sat down, aware that Hux was viewing me with a smirk on his face as he viewed my too small clothes and utter lack of shoes. "You look ridiculous, Ren," he said, amused. "I hoped you did not leave your dripping clothing in the cabin."

"Where else would I leave it?" I ignored him as I settled myself into a comfortable position, bemoaning the cramped quarters of the First Order shuttle. My legs were long, but the area in front of my seat was somewhat cramped.

"I saved your sorry self out there, Ren. No thanks for me?" Hux was taunting me. I clenched my teeth and restrained myself from lashing out at him.

"I was capable of handling the situation myself." I lied shamelessly. "I do not know what made you think that I needed assistance." In all honesty, however, I had feared for my life. I had been slipping, I refused to let go of my saber, and there were a dozen drones firing at me. I would have died quickly if not for General Hux and his ability to use a ship's cannon.

"Maybe it's the fact that you were hanging by one hand over storm tossed oceans full of aiwha and who knows what else." Hux looked annoyed and amused simultaneously. "I could have killed you, Kylo. I would never had to have dealt with you again. But I saved you. Now tell me why I would do something so seemingly self deprecating." He looked at me as though I was a very stupid seven year old.

"It's because you have feelings for me. You're not that subtle, especially because I can see your thoughts," I replied," most things you do are in regards to how you feel about me. Well I hope you realize that I work alone. I don't know how many times I have to tell all of you people this. My father never understood, my master did not either, and it seems that you are stupid as they are. My burden is mine alone and I do not need people helping me in my path to finish my grandfather's plan." I glared at Hux. Part of me felt a raw, triumphant anger, but the other part felt a sense of regret, as if though I had thrown something big away with this statement.

"Fine." Hux said. "I'll leave you alone. Don't expect help." He was red with anger and I could feel sadness and loss as well in him.

"Like I want any." I let the Force surround me in its alluring darkness. I was alone. It was my destiny to fulfill on my own.