A/N: well, it's been a while. too long I'd say. I haven't quite finished this book as yet, but I like where it's going. I've missed writing Star Wars and, with such potent bantha fodder as Reylo hanging about, who wouldn't be tempted?

The Wrong Side of Black

He always imagined what her skin felt like beneath the calluses of his battle-worn hands. He had dreamt of this since the moment they met, since their minds became one, her thoughts interchangeable with his. The corner of his awareness rippled beneath the layer of black. It turned and rolled, shaking with the turbulent throes of a building quake.

Then they touched.

The darkness faded like night chased away from the dawn. Her eyes returned to life and focused on his. Starlite expanded between them until it was all he could do to hold her, cradle her, and simultaneously join in an embrace surpassing that of simple fantasy. Lips met. They pressed hungrily together, gasping for each other, as if the whole of the worlds could vanish in this eye blink of a moment and leave nothing but a vapid existence behind.

He might have stayed forever in this stillness if only . . .

If only the decision had been his to make. His body failed where his mind would not. He felt strength, life, and the flow of the Force fading from within him as the almighty blackness jarred into view once more. The sun was eclipsed by it. He fell, farther and farther until something cold and flat rose up to meet him.

He heard a scream.

Felt a burst of pain and explosion of cold radiate from the center of his being and push out until it was all he could feel. It was his everything.

His mother . . . he thought . . . could he see her? Standing in some distant fade of blue light? He began to drift toward it . . . hand extended like he had so many times before. Reaching for something, for someone, waiting for him in that dark nothing of the beyond—

I'm going to gauge interest for this one, and depending on how that and reviews go is when i'll get the updates in