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Knights of the Old Republic

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, and I most certainly do NOT own Star Wars.

SLASH WARNING!!! H/R

Chapter 20

PLANET: EN ROUTE, DESTINATION UNKNOWN

LOCATION: THE KRAYT DRAGON

TIME: LATE NIGHT

Hotch left the cockpit after making sure that they were properly locked onto the ship that the Sith were fleeing in. This ship they had stolen from Master Syr was built so that it could be piloted by one, but it could support five. Hotch moved to the small sitting and dining area. Reid was curled up in the corner of the couch, staring off into space.

“Spencer?” He asked. Reid blinked and looked up. “Are you alright?”

“… We could be going to our deaths.” Reid said softly.

“I know.”

“If we survive, we could be facing severe consequences.”

“I know.”

“We could be cast out of the Order… sent into Exile… They could even Sever us from the Force…”

“… I know.” Hotch said, gently. He slowly sat down beside Reid, placing a hand on his knee.

“Are you scared?” Reid asked, fixing large eyes on the man.

“Are you?”

“… Yes.” Came the whisper.

“Don’t be. Fear—“

“Leads to the Dark Side, I know. But… I can’t help it… I’m uh… just fearful by nature.”

Hotch smiled, reaching out and laying a hand on the boy’s cheek. “… We can turn back any time. It’s your call.”

“… Maybe we should.” Reid said softly. “If anything happened to you… If you die…”

“Shh. Don’t think of it.” Hotch told him, and pulled Reid into his arms. “I love you. And I have qualms with dying by your side. There’s no other way I would rather go.” Reid stared at him, and slowly smiled. Hotch moved in and scooped his lover into his arms, kissing him and carrying him to the bedroom, laying him down on one of the beds and moving to rest his weight atop the lithe frame.

“Trust your feelings.” Hotch breathed, nuzzling his lover. Reid frowned, turning away from the kiss. Hotch blinked. “… Spencer?” The boy took a deep breath.

“… We should go back.”

Hotch stared at him, then smiled. “Alright.” He said, and rose from the bed. Reid followed him back to the cockpit, and they sat down. “Bringing her out of Light Speed…” And he flipped a switch and pulled back on a lever. The blurred, spiraling stars around them spun, and settled into stillness.

Then… Hotch and Reid froze, eyes wide. Off to their left was a massive star cruiser, and several fighters. Both Jedi could feel the Dark Side literally radiating from the ship.

“… Turn us around.” Reid gasped, eyes wide and face pale. “Aaron… Turn us around!!!”

“I am, I am!!!” The man shouted, and the ship made a wild U-Turn.

“Hyperspeed!”

“I have to set co-ordinates to Coruscant!”

“FORGET CORUSCANT!!! Cilpar is still the route we’re on, just take us back there!!!”

“Alright, Alright!!! Reversing Hyperspace route… and…” The ship shuddered and lurched. Reid yelped as he almost pitched forwards into the front window. Hotch caught him. “… They’ve got us.” Hotch gasped, eyes wide. Reid whimpered in fear and turned to look at his lover. Hotch stared at the boy. Reid’s eyes were filling with tears.

“I’m sorry…” He gasped. “I’m so sorry… This is all my fault. I never should have disobeyed the Council. I never should have let you come with me, I—“

“No. This is NOT your fault.” Hotch told him, grabbing Reid’s shoulders and shaking him. Then he turned and moved over to a console and began typing away.

“W-What are you…?”

“Sending a distress call to the Temple. Just a Mayday and our co-ordinates. A message that small should be able to get out before they cut our communications.”

“I’m so sorry!” Reid cried, falling into a chair and burying his face into his hands. Hotch glanced at him.

“There. The message got through!” Hotch called, and moved back over to Reid as he heard the angry beeping that let him know their communications had been cut off. He knelt before the boy.

“Shhh…” He soothed, trying to ease the boy’s trembling. “It’s okay, baby… It’s going to be okay…”

“No it’s not… no… no no no…”

“Easy… Come on.” Hotch said, guiding Reid out of the cockpit as they were drawn towards the large cruiser. Hotch got a quick glance at the ship’s name on the hull… The Eye Of Providence.

He took Reid to the small meditation chamber and they sat across from each other. Reid stared at Hotch with frightened eyes. Hotch just smiled at him, and closed his eyes. Reid blinked, then closed his eyes as well when he felt the gentle caress of the elder’s consciousness against his own. Both men threw open their Bond without hesitation, fully linking with one another, both fully aware that it could be for the last time…

Their emotions intertwined, and Hotch felt a smile touch his lips at the soft “Ohhh…” that Reid let out in a sigh of both wonder and contentment. Hotch took hold of Reid’s fears and gently stroked and soothed them away.

‘Til death do us part, Spencer.

Reid opened his eyes and so did Hotch. They stared at each other, and slowly, Reid smiled. The ship shuddered, and they heard the hatch being forced open. Boots on the metal flooring. And still they stared at each other. As they heard the boots approaching, they reached into their robes, and as one, pulled out their Lightsabers and set them down beside themselves before resting their palms on their knees.

Be strong. Said the gentle voice. I love you, Spencer. And then the pair closed their eyes and closed off their connections. The door flew open with a hiss as Dark Jedi poured into the room, blasters and Lightsabers pointed at the two Jedi.

Hotch kept his eyes closed even as his arms were roughly seized and metal cuffs were fastened around his wrists behind his back. But they snapped open at a cry of pain from Reid. One of the Dark Jedi had dragged him off of his meditation platform by his hair and slammed his head into the wall before restraining him. Hotch grit his teeth and struggled to keep from trying to go to the boy’s aid. He knew perfectly well that if he showed too much concern, the Dark Jedi would be quick to use that against them.

“Hey…” One of the Dark Jedi suddenly said. He grabbed Reid’s face and forced the young Jedi to look at him. “This is the kid Lee threw to the Vi’Tani.”

“That he is.” All eyes turned to the doorway.

“… Elle.” Reid breathed, eyes wide.

“Hey, Reid.” She greeted, a sinister gleam in her eye. She turned. “Hotch.” Hotch said nothing. He just glared. She smirked, shaking her head. “Bring them.” And she turned and left the room. The two Jedi were marched out of the purloined ship and across the docking bay. Reid fought not to tremble, focusing on the gentle comfort that Hotch was offering through their Bond. He admired the man, and his courage. Hotch was showing no fear, and was even trying to soothe the other… Reid didn’t know if he would ever be that brave. He hoped that he could, some day… though now it looked like that someday would probably never come.

They were guided into a lift. It began to move.

“You both know what this will come down to.” Elle said, suddenly.

“Join us or die?” Reid asked, wryly. Elle grinned.

“They don’t call you a genius for nothing.” She chuckled. “… I have to admit, though. I’m glad to see you alive, Reid.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“I did what I had to do.”

“You didn’t have to turn.” Reid said, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to betray me. Betray US.”

“Reid…” She sighed.

“You left me to die.”

“… We both made our choices.” Elle said. The lift stopped and doors opened. They walked down a corridor to a pair of double doors. They opened onto a great throne room. Hotch and Reid immediately looked across the room. Darth Dualath was kneeling before a cloaked figure wearing a black, slightly conical mask. The figure raised his hand, and Dualath yelped as he was backhanded to the floor.

Hotch felt the anger swell in Reid, and he quickly soothed the boy’s emotions as they were guided towards the cloaked figure. The room was filled with Dark Jedi, all watching the two captives closely. Several hisses were heard as a few recognized the two Jedi from the Vi’Tani pit on Carosi… Hotch could feel the shame building in his lover.

“Aaron Hotchner.” He blinked and looked up at what had to be the Sith Lord. “I knew you would come to me. I just didn’t think it would be so soon… Welcome.”

“… We seem to be at a disadvantage.” Hotch said calmly. “You know my name and I don’t know yours.”

“I know a lot of things about you, Aaron.” The Dark Lord chuckled. “And the Padawan, Spencer Reid.” Reid eyed the man warily as he descended from the raised dais to approach him. He lifted a hand and Reid flinched as he took hold of his Padawan’s braid that hung just in front of his right ear between his thumb and forefinger, gently running them down its length. “I enjoyed the hologram show Lee sent me of your… Adventures on Carosi.” Reid closed his eyes and swallowed as the man circled him. When he was behind Reid, he reached around and pressed his palm against the boy’s flat belly. “Tell me… how many eggs WERE there?”

Reid violently jerked away and Hotch struggled.

“Keep your hands OFF of him!” He snapped, eyes blazing in a very… un-Jedi-like fury.

“Aaron, Aaron…” Chuckled and Sith Lord in a “tut tut” sort off tone. “I’ll make you a deal.” Hotch eyed him. “If you swear to serve me… I’ll stop hunting them.”

“… Hunting them?”

“Your team.” The Sith Lord clarified. Hotch narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t make deals.” Hotch snarled, glaring. “I’m the guy that hunts guys like you.”

“… You’ll regret this.” The Sith Lord stated calmly, then looked up. “Allow me to introduce you to Darth Trion.” Hotch turned and blinked as three men walked up. They looked exactly the same, save for their facial expressions. One looked filled with rage and a lust for violence. One looked indifferent. And the last looked… frightened.

“Darth Trion?” Hotch repeated. “And Darth Dualath. And you must be Darth Reaper.”

“I am.”

“… I thought Sith only had one apprentice.” Hotch said.

“… Who says I am bound by that rule?” The Reaper asked. “And Trion is not my apprentice. He is my… Servant.” And then his tone grew amused. “He is my secret weapon against the Jedi.”

“… Oh?” Hotch asked, curious about how the Reaper saw these three men as one.

“They have a specialty, Aaron. They break Jedi. Under their care, a Jedi will either Turn, or die. And their new assignment is the Padawan.”

Reid paled and Hotch’s eyes widened in alarm.

“And you, Aaron… I think I will assign YOU to…” His eyes scanned the room. “Darth Cenar.” A man strolled forwards, smirking. Hotch looked at him, and his eyes widened.

“… Vince…?”

“Hello, Aaron.” The man greeted. Hotch was stunned.

Vincent Perotta… He and Aaron had been Initiates in the Jedi Order together. But when the time came to be apprenticed to a Master and become a Padawan, Vince had left the Order. Hotch never knew where he had gone… until now.

“Fit them with Spinerays and take them to the detention level.” Darth Reaper commanded.

Hotch grunted as he was roughly seized and marched back the way they had come, and Reid was dragged along behind him.

Spinerays? Reid asked Hotch.

… It’s a device that is attached to our backs. It links up to the neural pathways of our spinal cord… It will monitor our condition and… it targets nerve endings, stimulating the pain receptors. Reid was silent, but Hotch could feel his fear spiking again. Shhhh… it’s okay. They can’t sever our Bond. We will have each other.

… But we’ll also have each other’s pain.

And if you are in pain, I want to share that with you.

Aaron…

I love you.

I love you too, Aaron. I love you too…

Back in the throne room, Elle approached Darth Reaper. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“What do you want?”

“I have information that you will find… interesting.” She said.

“I am not in the mood to indulge you.” He snarled. “This had better be good.”

“… It’s about Hotch and Reid.”

“And?”

“… They share a powerful Force Bond.” Elle said.

“… Do they now?” The Reaper asked, and she could hear the delight in his tone. “How… interesting…” Elle just smirked. After a moment, the Reaper turned and looked at her. “… Your information is appreciated, you are dismissed.”

“That’s not all I had.” Elle said.

“… You are annoying me, woman.”

“Surely my information is worth something more than your contempt.”

The Reaper’s eyes flashed and he turned to glare at her. “Either you’re very brave, or very foolish…” He growled.

“Or I know that what I know will make your day.” Elle said with arrogance.

“… I’m listening.”

“There’s a reason their Force Bond is so deep and strong.” Elle said.

“And that reason is?”

“… They’re lovers.” Elle watched Darth Reaper through the corner of her eye. She watched his eyes widen in surprise through the mask, then narrow in what she KNEW was a sinister grin of delight.

“This information DOES make my day…” The Reaper hissed. “It does indeed… Cenar! Trion!” Vincent Perotta and the three Henkel brothers looked up at him. “The lovely Elle here has some information for you about your… projects. The rest of you!!! The Jedi sent out a distress call with our co-ordinates. It’s time for us to leave before an army of Jedi descend on us… Set a course for Vjun!!!”

Down in the detention level, Hotch and Reid had been separated into neighboring cells. They had been stripped of their robe and tunic leaving their torsos bare, and then were restrained while the Spinerays were fixed to their backs. Hotch flinched as it attached itself to his nervous system, but he flinched even more when he heard Reid crying out as the Spineray attached to him.

But then, Hotch saw Perotta, now Darth Cenar, enter the room with a black head mask. And Hotch’s eyes widened. “No…” He breathed, and quickly focused on his lover.

Spencer, I love you. No matter what, I’m still here… even if you can’t hear me, I’m still here!!!

W-What?

They have Sith Torture Masks… They prevent you from using the Force. It may even cut off our Bond. We might not be able to reach each other…

What?! No!!! NO!!! Aaron, please, I need you!!!

You’ll be fine. I’m still here. You’re strong. Hotch told his lover, watching Darth Cenar lift the mask to put on his head.

Please, Aaron!!! I can’t do this! I can’t! I need you to—

Be strong. Hotch cut him off. Remember the Code. You are a Jedi. And no matter what happens, I love you.

AARON!!! Came the desperate scream, but then the mask was on. Hotch gasped, closing his eyes and writhing. The mask was filled with Dark Force Energy, it prevented him from concentrating enough to use the Force… and it prevented him from accessing his Bond with his young lover… all he could do was hope that Reid stayed strong…

In the other cell, Reid was trembling violently… suddenly being unable to use the Force like that was terribly frightening for him… He had always been able to use it, ever since he was an infant. Not being able to… he felt more vulnerable than he had in his entire life… He was like a small child who was suddenly blind and deaf to the world…

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see what might be coming next. He felt cuffs close around his wrists and ankles, and then he was hovering in the air. Then, he heard everyone leaving his cell and the door closing. He opened his eyes.

The cell was pitch black. It was perfectly silent. The only sound was his own panicked breathing as he fought back the intense fear of the dark that he’d had ever since he was a small child. But more intense was the fear of what was to come. He was not familiar with the torture techniques of the Sith… his over-active imagination, however, easily supplied him with an unending line of possibilities, each more horrible and brutal than the last….

He tried to reach out to Hotch, but the Sith Torture Mask destroyed his concentration… he couldn’t focus in on their Bond long enough to feel the other man, much less speak to him. All Reid could do now was fight back the tears of fright, and regret… Oh, how he wished he had waited for the Council’s decision and stayed with his team… It was so unfair! He had just returned to them, only to leave them again. And it was his own damn fault. In his own hubris, he was going to get himself, and Aaron, killed.

One thing was for sure… if he lost Aaron, he would never forgive himself…
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