The Healer (A Kylo Ren Fanfiction) *COMPLETE*

Our Most Desperate Hour

I stretched my body after a few, blissful moments of recharging, ligaments feeling like gelatin as we prepared for our last leg of the journey. The sound of his voice in my ear and the feeling of his body gave me all that I required to clear my head for the rest of the time.

We exited the closet, making our way down to the final level of the ship where Kylo's personal shuttled waited patiently for us.

"Troopers on our left." I noted quickly as we stepped through the hatch.

Kylo's brow furrowed innocently. It seemed as though, for a moment, he had completely forgotten the fact that we was their leader.

"Official, Commander." The one bucket-headed man addressed.

"Gentlemen." I nodded in their direction, shoulders pinned back assertively.

The two stared at us, helmets obscuring the expressions on their faces. Despite being unable to see their eyes, it was clear that they were unknowing of the context behind the situation.

Kylo attempted to the best of his ability to seem stronger in that moment than he felt, but it was no use. It was all too obvious that he feared being caught by his cohorts. He shrunk like a child afraid of being snitched on.

I inhaled deeply, focusing all my energy into manipulation. There was only one way to avoid confrontation.

The old Jedi mind trick.

"You will not follow us." My posture came to a point as my hand waved over the clunky, white helmets before me.

The helmets tilted to the side, a beat passing before they responded.

"We will not follow you."

"You will allow us to pass through here." I noted, matter-of-factly.

"You are free to pass through here." They said, stepping off to the side, arms thoughtfully guiding us through.

I nodded shortly, passing them by, Kylo at my heel.

"You truly amaze me." He said, exhaling his anxious energy.

We walked step by step, breath by breath, the feeling of excitement, of independence, causing a buzz to my nervous system.

My voice was low as I spoke, head craning to look up at the man looming next to me, "What awaits us on the other side, Master...?" I asked warmly.

He couldn't hold back a smile, letting it spread, head held high as he spoke, "Warm nights in Jakku, a quaint cottage in the middle of the desert...away from here, away from civilization. Away from all that could potentially hurt us."

I sighed, deep and slow, the visual that presented itself settling like a freshly burning campfire on a snow planet. The comfort it brought. I could feel it seething through the spaces between my fingers. We would spend the rest of our days together. He saw it at clearly as I did.

Halt.

Out of nowhere, Kylo stiffened, hand finding the crease of my waist and practically throwing me behind him full force as he bolted back.

"Knights of Ren." He murmured, scooting our bodies around the corner, neck craning to keep an eye out.

My tongue turned to sandpaper, the taste of freedom I thought I would sense on the tip of my taste buds now so very distant.

"W-what do we do...?" I asked, staring wide-eyed.

"They were sent here by Snoke. I sense it. They know."

The calluses of his palms met with the supple skin of my cheeks in an instant. He looked into my eyes, pupils expanding. Every beautiful flaw of his face was traced slowly and meticulously with my gaze. I refused to take this moment for granted. I wasn't sure if it would be our last.

"Everly, we have to make it past them. You need to keep yourself out of this. Let me deal with it."

I nodded slowly as he removed himself from me. He leisurely, confidently came around the bend, me silently following suit but hanging a few steps behind.

I could feel my body shrink its size as four mountain men stepped forward, hideous weapons in enormous, gloved fists.

"Knights..." Kylo murmured, addressing them properly.

I could sense his fear as he spoke, the cadence of his voice coming and going in waves. It climbed from the deepest depths of his stomach and spewed over. The four men stepped forward, unspeaking, jabbing their weaponry dangerously close. The need to protect stung, a needlepoint into my very center and I couldn't prevent my body from floating all the way over to the man's heels again.

Kylo's hands fluttered around to find me again, anxiously forcing me back.

"Everly, stay back. Please."

The next few moments were a menagerie of Force pushes against metal, Kylo's saber whizzing effortlessly through the air, cutting through the thickness of tension, and the four gargantuan men, practically salivating as they attempted to put an end to their obvious target.

My body shrunk; a practically invisible mouse in the corner of the room. A blanket of perspiration surrounded my entire body, slick over the skin. My eyes refused to move from the men as they fought...as if, at any moment, their spears would slice through my only hope of salvation.

Quicker than a blink, Kylo was caught, a huge bicep crushing into his throat, forcing him into a dramatic headlock. He attempted to free himself for only a moment before his body grew limp, feet sliding over the tiles.

One of the men stopped cold as he traced the line from Kylo's eyes to mine. His expression, an inferno behind the mask he donned as two massive fingers pointed in my direction. The other two men nodded in response, stalking forward, eyeing up for the kill.

In that moment, I did all I knew I could...I ran.

The Force refused to come to me now. Pure fear, an unforgiving blaze through my chest. I pumped my arms as fast as I could down the hall, the sound of clunky boots not even a few footsteps behind me. My body was scrapped from the ground with a single swoop of an arm. It pulled my body up like a transport shuttle taking a boatload of passengers.

We were stuck now. Big, meaty arms trapped around our much tinier torsos. I thrashed. Kylo turned, eyes sullen. He shook his head. He had given in.

It all became clear to me.

This was it.

The final boss.