In An Alternate Galaxy: A Collection of Star Wars Oneshots

A Dyad in the Force

a/n: so this is just a random oneshot since it's...... a collection of...... oneshots.... but it's taking place somewhere between TLJ and TROS so no spoilers for TROS if you haven't seen it yet :) I apologize if anyone was waiting on any updates in any of my works, I've been really sick since new years eve and it has not been a fun ride.  so no more rambling eheh, enjoy! <3

WAIT! mild warning...

if you are exceptionally squeamish you might wanna pass over this one.  it's not super gory or anything cause that's not my writing style but it's got... blood and stuff so if for any reason that might bother you pls feel free to skip this one shot :)

Kylo jerked awake, every one of his instincts screaming in alarm.  He scanned his room wildly, but there was nothing that posed an immediate threat.  What had woken him? The alarms going off in his head went quiet, and he was left even more confused than before.  For the first time in awhile, he had not had any nightmares so a distressing dream was not the cause...   

The young man sighed, then ran a hand through his hair.  The base was silent save for the occasional clattering of stormtrooper armor as a patrol passed by.  Though logic assured him nothing was wrong, something deep inside of him continued to insist that something was, in fact, very wrong.  Suddenly a voice, barely more than a discordant breeze, drifted through his mind.  It was gone as soon as it had arrived and it left Kylo wondering if it had been there at all.  "Great, now I'm just hearing things," he growled.  

And then there it was again.  He reached for the voice, straining with the effort. The voice was so weak.

B e  n   .    .     .

Only one person called him by Ben. 

Rey? Kylo hesitantly replied.  She had never purposefully tried to contact him.  It had always happened as if their life forces had been thrust into each other by a master hand--which they later discovered had been Snoke--and it was usually at the most inconvenient times.  He waited impatiently for a response, but the warmth he had felt from her force's presence was gone.  Suddenly searing, white-hot pain pierced his side.  Kylo gasped with the suddenness, his hand flying to his abdomen.  The pain persisted, but it had dulled into an agonizing ache.  He let out a groan and desperately pulled his long-sleeved shirt up to inspect his side.  There was no wound, but when he pulled away his hand it was slick with blood.  

Kylo's heart began to race.  Dots were beginning to connect in his mind that he was praying would not connect.  If the blood was not his, then neither was the pain.  And if both were not his, then they must belong to...  his thought process trailed off, replaced with a internal roar.  REY!

Just like that, Kylo found himself staggering forward.  His bedroom was gone and instead he was surrounded by cries of pain, smoke, and fire.  A roof caved in behind him and he whirled around, lightsaber activated.  For the hundredth time in his life, Kylo was thankful he slept with his lightsaber on him.  He stared at the rubble, his mind still racing to comprehend what was happening.  A few bloodied appendages stuck out from the remains of the caved-in roof and for the first time in a long time, the sight made Kylo sick.  Turning away from the carnage, Kylo tried to figure out where he was.  Through the heavy smoke, there was no way of seeing past the smoldering buildings to see any topography that he could use to identify the planet, and the bodies around him were charred past recognition so there was no identifying the planet's race either.  The only thing Kylo could gather was that he seemed to be in what was now the remains of a village.  Buildings were collapsing and everything was ablaze.  Besides not knowing where he was, the more important questions were how did I get here? and where's Rey?