1 year later

The ground was made mostly of dirt; the air smelled and tasted of it, too. The canopy-draped alleyways were stuffed beyond their capacity with strangers from every distant corner of the galaxy. Anyone and everyone passed through here, trading and buying and selling things they've carried with them. 

It was here that you and Kylo appeared every couple of months to buy things you need before you dive back into the hidden home you've found on this very planet, the planet of Innoth.

With a hood pulled over your head to disguise your features - although you'd changed, choosing to chop off your hair to the tops of your shoulders and wear whites and grey color fabrics rather than black - you purchased items with money you'd earned by selling your old valuable items from home for a decent price. 

You and Kylo had made a way to make a life here. In a matter of a year, the First Order seemed like a distant fear. They had no idea where you had disappeared to. Kylo assumed they hadn't stopped looking, but you wondered if they had. The Resistance and the First Order battle was far from over - why wouldn't that be their main focus at this time? 

So you lived your life as simply as you could, walking along the alley wall alone, trading units for fruits and nuts and other basic needs Kylo had written on a list. 

After you filled your pouch with things, you turned around, looking for him amongst the crowd.

And much like always, you could not see him. 

You sighed and began walking the way he had gone, weaving your way through the crowd, using your shoulders to shove back the rude people and creatures and using your lips to murmur excuse me to the people and creatures that were just like you; searching for someone they knew. 

You rounded a corner, passing by a family that stared daggers at you, eyes on your pouch. You put your hand over the opening flap and quickly walked away. Beggars and muggers littered these streets. 

Finally, you spotted him. 

Standing tall in the crowd, speaking to a small, older lady who was shaking her head profusely. He was using his hands to speak to her, his fingers pausing to pull on the edges of his hood. He was trying to hide, but he stuck out like a sore thumb, even draped in the old brown rags you'd sewn together to form an outfit for him. 

"I have four units right here. That's a fair enough trade for these," he was trying, gesturing at her basket of only a handful of odd, small vegetables. 

"No," she said. "No, no, no."

"Then what are you looking for?" he asked tiredly.

Suddenly, a younger man approached them. He placed a hand on the old woman's shoulder and pointed a finger at Kylo. 

Feeling protective and unsure, you walked up and paused behind your husband, staring at the two. 

"I knew it was you." He nodded. "You're him. The wanted man by the First Order, the old Commander. Kylo Ren. Do you know the bounty there is on you?" 

You sighed. This was nothing new. People often recognized Kylo in the streets, although his hair was longer now, the top half of it always tied up in a small knot at the back of his head, the rest falling in waves just past his shoulders, with scruff of hair above his lip and on his cheeks and chin.

And this man, just as money-hungry as the rest of them, was pleased to see him. His eyes were gleaming with the possibility of units and riches. "I am going to alert them-"

"You are not going to alert anybody," you said, stepping up at your husband's side. You pretended to pick up a vegetable to look at it. 

He stared at you. "I'm not going to alert anybody," he repeated. 

"You'll forget who you saw here today," you said. 

"I will forget who I saw here today..."

"And you will move on so that no harm comes to you," you added. 

"I will move on so that no harm comes to me."

You took the units from Kylo. "And you will take these units for this basket of vegetables."

Of course, he obeyed. You took the basket, tucked it under your arm, and then took your husband's hand. You intertwined your fingers with his and looked up at him as he looked down at you. You both disappeared into the crowd, going back the long way towards the direction of your home. 

"Why do I always have to save your skin, huh?" you asked teasingly, lips curling up into a smile. "You can't go one trip without getting caught."

He smiled, but his eyes were sad. "It's dangerous for you to even be near me when I attract this kind of attention. People will never forget of the murders I've committed. The First Order will never forget of the treason I committed."

"They will," you said, "in time. And no more of that I'm too dangerous nonsense. You're my husband, and we've both killed and we are both wanted by many people. Besides, it's good that you have me around, because, like I said, I saved you, mister. And someone has to save our skins." 

You squeezed his hand and turned the corner, running right into a large, soft chest. You bounced back, hitting Kylo and stepping on top of his foot as you stared up at the creature that towered over both of you.

"Keep your eyes on the road ahead, lady," the deep-voiced creature said, and he grabbed your shoulder. You shoved his hand off of you, eyes flashing at him. He laughed. "Oh, look at that. You're a tough one, aren't you?"

"You should move along," Kylo threatened from behind you. "Let's not start something we may regret." He put his arm around your shoulders and moved you around the creature. 

"Not even an apology," the creature said, following you and Kylo on your heels. "I'm very disappointed in how you're treating your slave. You give creatures like that any control, you'll die young." 

"I'm no slave," you said, no emotion in your voice whatsoever. 

"You're going to be," he said, and he once again grabbed your shoulder - this time hard. 

Kylo was already turning, the Force wrapping around the creature's neck and squeezing tight. His hand slipped off of your shoulder and he fell against the wall of the building, then ran to the other side of the alley, crying out and choking and begging and gasping-

Kylo took the basket from you, took your hand, and you both ran. The creature behind you was now screaming (as well as he could manage), "Witchcraft! Help!"

You couldn't help but laugh as you looked behind you, then up at him. "I think it's safe to say that we both cause enough trouble," you said. 

He laughed - a real, genuine, Ben Solo kind of laugh.