Krennic's Fate

The Vision

You checked the time and cursed to yourself. "Kriff. I'm late."

You started to get up and get dressed, but he stopped you. "Late? For what? It's 2236. What could possibly be scheduled at this hour that's you'd be late for?"

You looked at him. "Very important training with my father." He instantly let you go.

"Do not tell him that this is why you were late!" He snapped.

"Obviously. He's my father. Of course I won't tell him that sex with you, who's closer to his age than my own, is why I am late." You rolled your eyes as you finished getting dressed.

"Smartass." You shrugged.

"I'll be back after training. I promise. Now get some sleep Director." You smiled softly and rushed down to training.

The second you left, Krennic started thinking. You, his assistant, bodyguard, and bedwarmer, were the child of Darth Vader. He then started to run through every time that you could have lashed out, but didn't. There were a lot of those times, but, you just took his anger. You just accepted that he was absolutely awful to you and got little to nothing in return.

He hated that. He wanted to be better to you. Clearly, you already had plenty going on in your life, and you really don't need his arrogance on top of it.

You got to the training room and we're instantly put in a choke hold. "Why are you 50 minutes late!?" Vader was far from happy.

"I'm so sorry sir- I got caught up with some paperwork and completely lost track of time." You whimpered, and he completely believed you.

"Don't let it happen again." He released you and instantly started your training.

When you were done, it was damn-near 0100. You were completely drained of all energy. You barely made it into Krennic's quarters without completely passing out. You closed the door, took a few steps, and collapsed.

He obviously heard and got up in an instant. He called out your name before rushing over to you and picking you up and carrying you to bed.

He sighed softly and laid you down then got in himself. He pulled you close and ran his fingers through your hair until he fell asleep.

You had that nightmare again, but it was different this time. It was more clear. There was always this man, a silloute you couldn't ever make out, a man you grew to love. He was later killed by his own achievement. His own creation. You never could figure it out until tonight.

The man you grew to love, he panicked when he saw you passed out on his floor. The man who was later on killed by his own creation, he was holding you to him as you both slept.

You woke up in almost a panic. This nightmare haunted you since you became his assistant. It tore you apart inside, and there wasn't a thing you could do about it. You started to cry. The heartache worse than ever before, now that it's somebody clear.

He woke up to you crying and wrapped his arms around you tighter. "What happened to you?" He was soft. Quiet.

"A nightmare I've had for a little over two years now." You sighed softly. "I finally figured it out. I can't tell if I'm happy I did or if I'd rather still be in the dark."

He sat up and looked at you. "You've been my assistant for a little over two years. Is that when it started?" He rubbed your back softly.

You nodded softly. "Yeah." You were quiet.

You wiped your tears and looked at him. "It was a figure. A man I'd grow to love, destroyed and killed by his own creation. I could never tell who, or what was the culprit. But I figured it out." You looked into his eyes, and it didn't take him long to figure it out.