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Forgive me, meme, I grew up on Lurlene McDaniel trash and still love the crying-n'-dying endings.

Han talks Kylo Ren into coming back home, but not before Kylo sustains some kind of grievous injury. He only just manages to make it home to say goodbye to his mother, make his peace, and die quietly as Ben.

Bonus for not skipping on the medical stuff, although if author doesn't care for it that is totes okay.

The wookie growled as he slung the injured body of Kylo Ren over his shoulder.

"You don't know that. He might have let me live." Han snapped one of his usual retorts, which was met by another growl. "Hey. Hey! Be careful... Please..."

Han spared the limp body a long, anxious glance. He knew what kind of damage Chewie's bowcaster was capable of. Hell, he practically gushed over the latest round of modifications, impressed at how deeply the quarrel pierced even Stormtrooper armor. All of those praises now haunted him like a force ghost.

"...He's still my son."

There were no further arguments as they boarded the Falcon and set off the detonators. Rey took the helm without a word. Finn followed. The uneasy silence was thick enough to drown out the resulting explosion. Han promised Leia that he would bring their son home. Unfortunately, he made no promises as to what condition he would be in.

...

Behind the cockpit, Han carefully eased his son's body off Chewbacca's shoulders and onto one of the cots. A faint hiss was the only confirmation he received that Kylo Ren, no... Ben, was still alive. Barely. The color in his face had drained to the sheen of a Stormtrooper helmet. His breathing was shallow, his skin clammy. He was going into shock.

"Don't just stand there. Give me a hand." Han barked softly, reaching for nearby knife.

Unlike a lightsaber blade, a bowcaster quarrel didn't cauterize on impact. The resulting wound was more like an old-fashioned bullet-gun than a blaster pistol, damaging everything in its path until it burned into nothing. Already, blood had soaked through every layer of clothing Ben wore. The more Han cut through, the worse it became. Parts of the undercoat had even melted into his skin.

"At least you missed the abdominal aorta..." Han whispered. It was the most positive thing he could wrap his head around. "Chewie, get me some towels, something. Anything I can use to stop the bleeding."

He turned back to his son. A bloody hand pushed a lock of black hair aside. For a moment, he thought he saw his son's eyes flutter open. But when he looked again, they were closed.

Chewie grunted, and Han took the towel out of his hand without even looking. He held it against the gaping wound and Ben gasped. Hands twitched, a cry caught in his throat and a tear slid out from behind closed eyes.

"Doesn't the dark side have some saying about focus on the pain?" Han willfully ignored how that probably sounded to anyone within earshot. He would condone just about anything to keep his son from dying in his arms. "I need you to do that for me, Ben. Can you do that? Just... just stay with me."

Chewie growled again, and Han just glared.

"Yes, it is that deep." he pressed harder, and a broken whimper escaped Ben's lips. "...I'm probably going to need another towel."

Chewbacca had barely turned his back when the ship suddenly fell out of hyperspace. Whatever hope Han held onto suddenly sunk into the pit of his stomach.

...

"How long until you can get the generator working?" Desperation bled into what should have been a gruff command.

Unfortunately, Finn didn't have any easy answers. Rey had been under the console for several hours, cursing in languages even the Stormtrooper had never heard before. They were still on course for the base, but what would have otherwise taken hours could now take days.

Ben might not last days.

Eventually, Finn sat down next to Han and faced the leader he'd been conditioned to believe was invincible. Underneath that fearsome mask was a human being after all - a man who didn't look any older than the pilot he helped escape. There was pain in every shallow breath. Beads of sweat clung to the curls of his hair. It was almost unreal.

"...He's burning up."

Han just sighed. "I know... Fetch me some more water, will you?"

Finn hesitated, biting his lip. Han picked up one of the discarded rags, something that wasn't already covered in blood, and folded it in half.

"That can't be good."

"...It's not."

The bowcaster shot didn't just tear through skin and muscle. It went into the abdominal cavity. It perforated the intestine. He wasn't going to bleed out. He was going to suffer slowly, painfully, at the same time. A cool compress on the forehead was a kind but futile gesture, but it was all he could do.

...

"Stay with me, Ben. You have to stay with me." Han found himself repeating more and more as the hours dragged on. He hadn't once left his side.

The pain came in waves that seemed to grow longer and more intense. It was heartbreaking to watch his son cry through grit teeth. Disjointed fragments of dark force powers shattered bottles of Corellian whiskey on the other side of the room as he lashed out in confusion. No matter what he tried, Han couldn't get the fever to break. It wouldn't even relent. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was hyperventilating while choking on air.

Ben Solo was dying. Han couldn't stop it.

The phrase, 'hear me baby, hold together.' never sounded so hopeless.

...

"I got it!"

Rey's shout echoed throughout the ship, and when they made the jump back into hyperspace, Han couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. Ben was unconscious, and had been for the past hour. But now there was hope. They were so close, he could almost feel Leia's presence and he knew she could feel theirs.

"Do you feel that, Ben?" he cried, draping his arms over his son in an awkward hug. "We're almost home. We're almost..."

Han jerked back as his son's chest failed to rise.

"...No. No, Ben. No." he shook him, forgetting the wound in his side. "No, don't you do this, Ben! Damn it, where's a stim pack when you need it?!"

Finn came charging with Chewbacca right at his heels. Both of them said something, but Han didn't hear anything but the silence coming from Ben's cold lips.

Immediately, he met those lips with his own, forcing air into his son's lungs. One palm on top of the other pressed into his chest, forcing a collapsing heart to keep pumping bad blood through a dying body.

"Come on, Ben!" he shouted between breaths. "Use the force!"

They all knew the force didn't work like that, but this time, no one dared to admit it.

...

"Screw clearance, we need to dock now!" Han shouted at Rey as she made the descent into an open hanger where Leia was undoubtedly waiting.

It was a miracle, but Ben was somehow still hanging on by a thread. His eyes were open, but glossed over in agony. The flush of fever was the only color left in his skin. He was hot, so sickeningly hot, but he was shivering, if not seizing. Blood dripped from the newly reopened wound.

Chewbacca grunted, gesturing to the body. He would lift him more gently this time, cradle him the way he did when he was still a child. But Han held out his arm.

"No..." he spared Chewie only a quick glance. "He won't make it that long. Get Leia. Hurry."

As soon as the ship touched down and the door opened, Chewie was there and Leia was already climbing aboard. The force was strong in her. Words weren't needed. She felt her son's presence from light years away, felt it fade farther and farther into the cold grip of death. She felt Han's sorrow, his desperation. She even felt Finn's reluctant sympathy for the man who ordered him to commit atrocity after atrocity.

"Ben!" She sprinted toward them.

Han didn't even look up.

"I brought him home, Leia." he whispered, stroking the back of Ben's hand. "I brought our son back..."

Leia's breath hitched in her throat. The gaping wound was covered, but the makeshift bandages were bloodsoaked again. The cloth had undoubtedly caught just as many tears.

"My baby..." she brushed hair from his face and wiped the sweat from his brow. Weary, unfocused eyes seemed to follow her, and Ben cracked a small smile. It was an expression he hadn't made in more than ten years.

"...Mom?" It was a whisper, barely audible, perhaps made only in the force. But Leia heard it loud and clear.

"I'm here. You're home..." she leaned in, and kissed the top of his forehead.

Kylo Ren, no... Ben Solo, took one last breath. And then, he was one with the force.

omg that was a tearjerker T_T

Awwww. *sniffle* Good work.

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CW character death, medical, gore -- Kylo Ren dies as Ben

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