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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 23

PLANET: VJUN

LOCATION: THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE

TIME: AFTERNOON

The Memory Walk was excruciating. Being forced to relieve every bad memory of his life was worse than Aaron Hotchner had anticipated. The six hour long torture seemed like years… Hotch’s only hope was for it to end. And after four hours, he was begging for death, just as Reid had. When it ended, he collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

And Darth Cenar went to see his Master. When he got to him, he leaned over his Master and whispered into his ear. The Reaper sat still and silent. Then, slowly, a smirk crossed his face.

“Contact our man on Alderaan…” He hissed. “Tell him to find them and bring them back. Both of them. Alive… You and Darth Trion proceed...”

And that afternoon, the torture that Hotch had to witness was Reid being subjected to Force Attacks. They would Force Choke him to near unconsciousness, douse him with freezing water, and then subject him to agonizing blasts of Force Lightning.

This torture was repeated on Hotch the next morning. That afternoon, the interrogation droid had another go at Reid, shocking him and burning him after administering more of the Bavo-6 to lower his pain threshold. The next day, that torture was repeated on Hotch, and then after more of the Bavo-6, Reid was physically beaten. After Hotch had his beating the next morning, and the time for Reid’s afternoon torture had arrived, the three brothers that made up the entity of Darth Trion went a different route. The Sith Torture Mask was removed from Reid and he was freed of his bonds. Then, the three brothers drew Lightsabers. Reid eyed them, nervously. He sat on his knees, arms wrapped around his body, naked save for a ragged pair of pants.

The three Sith said nothing; they raised their weapons and attacked. Reid let out a shocked cry and leapt away. The three men pursued him.

“AHHN!!” Reid yelped as a swipe of a Lightsaber grazed his left shoulder blade, leaving a scorch mark in its wake.

“Not fast enough, boy.” Charles sneered, and lunged. Reid gasped and darted away, but he was tired, hurt and his hope was fading… after all, he had been imprisoned in this cell for an entire week and a half being starved and tortured…

He managed to dodge them for another ten minutes, but then he let out a scream and fell to the floor with a slash across his stomach. He rolled as Charles brought his weapon down, and rolled again to escape the half hearted attack from Tobias, then threw the weakest brother back with the Force. He scrambled away from Raphael, gasping as he was not quiet able to dodge the slash across his bicep. For the next hour Hotch could only sit and watch with his heart in his throat as he watched his lover desperately try to escape serious injury. But he knew that Reid wouldn’t be able to avoid that for long.

Soon, his body was littered with scorch marks, and he was slowing down significantly. It was nearly two hours into his afternoon session that Reid finally lost the game.

He leapt into the air in an arc, leaping over Raphael’s blade. He tucked and rolled as he landed, but Charles darted over. And when Reid came out of his roll into a crouch, Charles thrust his blade home.

“EEEEYYYYAAAAAHHHRRNNNN!!!”

The shriek of pain made Hotch feel like his stomach was being ripped out of his gut… He could only hang in his restraints and stare at the horrible, hideous sight. Charles stood there, a look of triumph on his face as he drank in the sight of the blade of his Lightsaber straight through the young Jedi’s left knee.

“No…” Hotch gasped, eyes wide.

Charles grinned and jerked his blade back.

“AAAAARRRNNNHH!!! NNNH!!!” Reid cried, face twisted in agony as he clutched his knee with shaking hands and rolled back and forth on the floor, completely overwhelmed by the intense pain.

“Get up.” Charles ordered. Reid just continued to cry. “I said GET UP!”

“AHHNN!!! I… I can’t!” Reid groaned.

“You’re WEAK!” Charles snapped and seized Reid’s arm, jerking him to his feet. The knee buckled under his weight and Reid collapsed with a shriek of pain… there was no way he would be able to stand… his left knee had been completely destroyed…

Smirking, Charles moved back. “Don’t get comfortable…” He snorted. “We’ve just begun.” And he and the others left Reid alone in the room. For several minutes, Hotch just watched his younger lover writhe in agony, clutching his ruined knee. Then, suddenly, a cord dropped from the ceiling and dangled three feet above the floor. And then with a loud groan and bang, the floor began to move.

Reid gasped and looked around, alarmed, but then he looked down at the growing gap in the floor.

His face paled. His eyes widened. And a look of utter horror overtook him.

“No…” He gasped, shaking his head. “No… Oh please, NO!!!!” And he began to drag himself across the shifting floor, eyes desperately fixed on the cord. “Please! Someone help me, PLEASE!!!”

A moment later, several serpentine figures appeared in the gap in the floor that was quickly widening… they were mottled red in color and… Hotch’s heart froze. A few had a bright blue fluid oozing from the tip, and the others had three long, thin feelers protruding from the end…

Vi’Tani…

“NO!” He shouted, and Darth Cenar smirked at him. “Don’t do this to him!!! PLEASE!!!”

“The question is… can he keep himself from their clutches?” Darth Cenar asked.

“GET HIM OUT OF THERE!!!” Hotch bellowed, watching the Jedi Apprentice drag himself across the floor, heading for the cord dangling from the ceiling. But the floor was carrying him away from it. He got to his hands and single knee and crawled faster. He reached the edge of the floor, gathered his one good leg beneath him and leapt out over the pit, his hands seizing the cord.

“UNNH!!!” He grunted, grimacing in pain as his leg was jarred. He swung back and forth over the pit as the floor continued to recede. The Vi’Tani sensed the movement of the life-form dangling over them, and they reached up. Reid cried out as he felt feelers touching his foot, and the Planter reached up.

“NO!!!” Reid screamed as it coiled around his ankle and began to pull. He let go of the rope with one hand and blasted the Planter with Force Lightning. The Vi’Tani squealed and withdrew its tentacle, and Reid began to climb the rope, only the Force giving him strength enough to do so. But he made it out of reach of the Vi’Tani. Hotch and the impressed Darth Cenar watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then the rope apparently began to move on its own.

Using the Force, Reid looped the rope around himself, under his thighs, under his buttocks, and under his shoulders, turning it into a bit of a swing. Once the knot had been tied off, Reid released the rope and allowed his body to rest in the little make-shift hammock. After a few minutes of staring down at the Vi’Tani with a frightened look, Reid closed his eyes and placed a hand on his injured knee and concentrated, trying to ease his own pain.

“Clever.” Darth Cenar chuckled. “Very clever. But NOT what Trion had in mind… Ah well...”

Suddenly, the door to Hotch’s cell opened.

“Lord Cenar.” Called a Dark Jedi. “They’re here. Master Reaper wants you to bring the Jedi to the throne room.”

“Very well then.” Darth Cenar said, and in the other room, the floor began to close as Darth Trion stepped back into the cell.

Hotch found himself released from his restraints, and four Dark Jedi positioned themselves around him. He was marched out into the corridor and then they waited.

A moment later, the door to Reid’s cell opened and the boy was dragged out by Raphael.

“Spencer!” Hotch gasped. Reid’s head snapped up.

“AARON!” The boy cried, then crashed to the floor as Raphael let go of him. “AHHN!!!”

Hotch shoved by the Dark Jedi and knelt by his lover. To his relief, Darth Cenar removed his Sith Torture Mask. Both Hotch and Reid threw their arms around each other with gasps of relief as they threw themselves head over heels into their Force Bond. Hotch did everything he could to ease the pain in Reid’s knee.

Then, there was a clatter next to them. Tobias had dropped a brace on the floor beside them. Hotch glanced up at the skittish man, then gratefully took the brace and fitted it onto his lover with gentle hands. Reid winced every time his knee was jarred even slightly.

“Alright.” Darth Cenar said, once Hotch was done. “Both of you on your feet.”

“He can’t walk!” Hotch exclaimed. “Not even with that thing!”

“Then you can help him.” Darth Cenar snorted. Hotch sighed, then nodded and carefully helped Reid to his feet, pulling one of Reid’s arms behind his neck and wrapping his own arm around Reid’s waist.

“Easy, baby…” He murmured. “I’ve got you.” Reid let out a cry of pain, but he managed to steady himself on his one good leg by leaning on Hotch. Then, they began to head down the corridor with their escort, Reid whimpering from time to time as the pain engulfed him.

It felt like the walk to the throne room went on for hours to the injured Jedi Padawan and the Knight assisting him, but finally they made it.

And Darth Reaper was waiting for them.

“Well well… isn’t this sweet…” The Sith Lord chuckled, and laughter ran through the crowd of smugglers, bounty hunters and Dark Jedi as Hotch and Reid hobbled the length of the great hall. When they reached the end, Reid’s legs both buckled, and Hotch slowly knelt with him, not allowing the boy to fall to the floor. Reid let his head drop to Hotch’s shoulder with a groan, and Hotch gently stroked his matted hair. Then, the man looked up at Darth Reaper with a fiery glare.

“What do you want?” Hotch growled, his aching body trembling in his worry over Reid, and suppressed rage at the Sith who had hurt him.

“It’s interesting, how much faith he puts in you, Aaron.” The Reaper chuckled. “I wonder… would he do so if he knew the truth?”

Hotch’s grip tightened on Reid. “… what are you talking about?” Hotch asked, eyeing the man. Reid opened his eyes and looked up, too.

“… He doesn’t know, does he?” The Reaper asked.

“Know what?!” Hotch snapped.

“Your secret?”

“I don’t keep secrets from him.” Hotch growled.

“Oh, I think you do.”

“And what would I be keeping from him?” Hotch demanded to know.

“… that he’s not your first.”

All was silent. Hotch blinked, looking confused, but then his eyes widened and the color drained from his face. Reid blinked at the sudden horror that arose within his elder lover, and he blinked up at the man.

“Aaron…” He said, softly. “What is he talking about?”

“Nothing.” Hotch breathed.

“Nothing?” the Reaper laughed. “I would hardly say that your little romance was nothing.”

“Romance?” Reid asked, eyeing Hotch nervously. Several yards away, Darth Dualath was concentrating on the boy’s mind through the Force, leaning on it… increasing his fear and emotional vulnerabilities.

“It was NOTHING.” Hotch hissed, still glaring at the Reaper.

“He won’t even look you in the eye, Spencer.” Darth Reaper laughed. “A guilty conscience.” Reid shifted in Hotch’s arms.

“… What romance, Aaron?” Reid asked, softly.

“It was nothing.” Hotch snapped, and Reid flinched.

“Aaron, Aaron…” The Reaper laughed. “I would hardly call it nothing… You and Haley really had something going.”

“Haley?” Reid asked. “Who is Haley?”

“No one.” Hotch said, quickly. The Reaper laughed.

“No one?!” He crowed, and slowly removed his mask. Reid watched as the man strode over to them. “Haley is no one? Now, really Aaron? How can you say that? You and she were together for several years.”

Reid turned and stared at Hotch, a look of shock on his face.

“… Years?” He gasped. Amanda smirked and leaned harder on his mind.

“Right after he became a Knight, he spent a few years as the Jedi Watchman for Alderaan.” The Reaper said, grinning. “And he developed a little romance with Haley Brooks, Senator Brooks’ daughter.”

“It was just a fling.” Hotch growled, and looked at Reid. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?! She was the love of your life!” the Reaper laughed.

“She wasn’t!”

“Then what was she?” Reid asked, suddenly.

“… A fling.” Hotch said, quickly.

“A relationship.” Countered the Reaper.

“It was in the heat of the moment.”

“It was long term.”

“She was a mistake.”

“She is the mother of your son!!!” Laughed the Reaper.

The room was silent. Hotch just stared at Reid, and Reid stared right back. The look of betrayal that he had before was nothing compared to the look he had now. Slowly, he removed his arm from around Hotch’s neck and leaned away from the man.

“Spencer…”

“… Son?” Reid gasped. “You have son?!”

Hotch just stared at Reid.

The silence was broken by peals of laughter coming from Darth Dualath. Amanda grinned at Reid.

“Left that out, did he?” She asked, looking at Reid. Reid just kept staring at Hotch.

Darth Reaper nodded to his minions, and Reid yelped as Amanda dragged him back by his hair, and Darth Cenar dragged Hotch away from Reid in the opposite direction. The Jedi were released several yards apart from one another, unceremoniously dropped onto the floor.

Hotch quickly moved into a defensive crouch, but Reid just lay there on his side, propped up on his elbow. He stared at the floor, and a tear ran down his face. Hotch fought to keep a straight face as he felt the pain flowing through his lover’s heart.

“You could have told me.” Reid finally whispered.

“… I’m sorry.” Hotch gasped. “I never meant to lie to you…”

“So tell me now.”

“Okay.”

“… How old is your son?”

“… Six.” Hotch said, softly.

“What’s his name?”

“ Jack.”

“What does he look like?”

“…”

“… Aaron?”

“… I don’t know.” Hotch breathed.

“You don’t know?”

“… I’ve never seen him. Haley and I split up before… and she never let me… see him.”

“Why did you split up?” Reid asked.

“… We had to. Before we were… caught.” Hotch murmured. Immediately, he could feel that this wasn’t the answer that Reid had been hoping for.

“What was I then?” Reid suddenly asked, his voice cold. Hotch raised his eyes. They widened when he saw Amanda kneeling beside his lover, whispering into his ear. He could feel Reid becoming more and more distressed by the moment.

“Was I just a fling?!” Reid demanded, anger rising within him. “Someone to warm your bed after it had been empty for too long!?!”

Hotch could feel Reid’s emotions swirling in violent turbulence, and the mounting delight from the people watching them.

“Spencer… mind your feelings. You’re—“

“SHUT UP!!!” Reid screamed. “AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” And suddenly, the link between them slammed shut with such force that it sent Hotch reeling. “YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU LIED TO ME!!!”

“Spencer, please… I haven’t seen her in years. I’ve not thought about her for a long time! I did love her once, but… it ended! I swear! You are not her replacement, you are NOTHING like her! You’re special, Spencer… please…”

“How can I trust you?!” Reid cried. “A lie by omission is still a lie! And this is a BIG thing to just… Not tell me!!!”

“… I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” Reid demanded.

“And are you sure you don’t love her anymore?” Darth Reaper suddenly asked.

“Will you shut the hell up and stay out of this?!” Hotch snapped.

“Well… if you don’t love her anymore…”

“AARON!?”

Hotch froze, then whirled. There, being dragged through the doorway, was…

“… Haley.” Hotch breathed. Reid turned and stared.

The woman was pretty. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, average height and build for a human female.

“Aaron…” She called, her voice shaking in her terror. The Dark Jedi shoved her into the room. “Aaron…”

Hotch stood. “Haley… W-what are you doing here?!”

“How did they know?!” Haley shot back. “I never told anyone!”

“… I… I never told anyone…” Hotch gasped.

“I only told Sam!” Haley cried. “After he replaced you as Watchman for Alderaan. He… He’s dead, Aaron. He died getting Jack to safety.”

“He never would have betrayed us.” Hotch breathed, mostly to himself. Suddenly, he froze and his eyes went wide. “… The Memory Walk… Haley… Oh, Haley… I’m so sorry…”

“Not yet you aren’t.” the Reaper announced, then raised his hand. A moment later, cruel cheers rose in the room as Force Lightning crackled through the air from Darth Reaper, consuming Haley Brooks. The woman let out a scream of agony and collapsed, writhing.

“NO!!!” Hotch shouted, lunging forward. But several Dark Jedi seized him and held him tight, preventing him from going to Haley’s rescue. The woman writhed on the floor, crying in pain as the Force Lightning not only filled her being with intense pain, but also siphoned away her life force…

Reid’s eyes widened and he raised a hand, prepared to act with the Force to stop Darth Reaper.

“Are you sure you want to?” Came the sudden hiss into his ear. “He loves her. They have been reunited… what if he decides that he wants her back?” Amanda hissed. Reid blinked. “What if he leaves you? He was with her for YEARS… they have a SON together… why would he stay with you?”

Reid swallowed nervously at this thought... Amanda continued.

“But if she dies… there’s nothing standing between the two of you… And if she lives, the Jedi Order will find out. He will be expelled. Possibly Severed from the Force and sent into Exile. You will be separated forever. But if she dies, this secret dies with her… everything can go back to the way it was…”

“I won’t help them kill her.” Reid gasped.

“Then don’t.” Darth Dualath murmured. “You don’t have to help them… you don’t have to help her! You don’t have to do anything… so just… do… nothing… Just let things happen. Let her die, and Aaron is all yours…”

Reid looked at Hotch… he looked at Haley. Then, he closed his eyes and lowered his hand, releasing both his breath and the Force Energy he had been gathering to act. And then, as he felt the life fade away before him, he also felt the hot tears roll down his face.

Aaron Hotchner’s cries were like a knife to his heart. He screamed for Haley… begged her to still live… to not leave. The Dark Jedi allowed him to run to her and hold her body. And hold her he did, crying. He was heartbroken. He called her name. Apologized over and over, for what, Reid did not know. And then he told her that he loved her.

Reid fell into broken sobs…

He could feel his lover’s anguish. And he could feel that Hotch had truly loved Haley. And suddenly, he hated himself for what he had done…

“Ohhh… poor sweet thing…” Amanda cooed, stroking his hair. “You’re only human… even Jedi make mistakes. But this… the Jedi would condemn you for it. The Sith? We understand. It’s only natural to feel jealousy as you felt… We would never condemn you… for letting her die.”

“STOP IT!!!” Reid cried. “STOP!!!”

“What is going on over there?” The Reaper asked, looking thrilled with how everything was playing out.

“Oh, he wanted to stop you.” Amanda said casually. “He almost did, too. Your back was turned, you were distracted… he was going to kill you.”

“What stopped him? You?” the Reaper asked, knowing full well what had happened, and that Hotch was listening carefully.

“Not at all.” Amanda purred. “He stopped himself. He let you kill her.” Hotch’s eyes widened and fixed on Reid. “He wanted to get rid of the competition. Poor thing… he was afraid that he was going to be tossed aside in exchange for the woman. So, to keep what was his, he had to rid himself of her.”

Hotch sat where he was, holding Haley’s body close, and he stared at Reid. The boy wouldn’t lift his eyes from the floor. He was crying. And Hotch could feel the guilt rising within the boy.

“Spencer…?” He gasped. Reid said nothing. “Spencer… is this true?”

The crying fell into harsh sobs. “I’m sorry!” Reid cried, curling up on the floor. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Dualath smirked at Hotch, gently petting Reid’s hair. Hotch stared Amanda in the eyes, before his own narrowed.

“… What did you do to him…” He hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

Amanda grinned. “I showed him the Path to the Dark Side…”
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