AN: This is kinda short, sorry, but the film hasn't come out yet, so I can't really do too much. Speaking of which, I have kept tabs on the rumors, and have heard that the characters of Rey and Kylo Ren may be cousins or twins. Realize that this is just my interpretation and that they are not siblings in this or related at all. If it turns out that they are related when the film comes out, I will delete this as I do not wish to promote incest. On that happy note, enjoy.


"I'm immune to the light."

He hated her. He hated her for her light, something so pure, so sweet, something he had become immune to over the years. He hated her for the one thing he could not have. All else that he wanted could be achieved in time. After all, with his abilities, he was said to be Darth Vader reborn, Anakin Skywalker performing miracles in the galaxy once more.

Still, he hated her for the light that she had within her. He was jealous, jealous that some girl off a desert planet could have light, could have more than just a spark within her and that she could act with it. Darkness was to be used, he was told. He was to act upon it, for it was not inherently bad. It was just his nature, right?

Right? Things like that made him wonder if he really was the good guy, and so did she. Of course, justifications came back, and he assured himself that he was doing the right thing, and the Resistance just didn't understand what steps needed to be taken.

He hated himself, however, for loving her. He hated to admit it, but he loved her for her light. It drew him to her, like it did an Alderaanian moth to the holo screens of Coruscant. Her actions intrigued him, mostly because he could not possibly understand why she acted the way she did, for someone who was supposed to be bad.

He could not understand her path. And for that, he loved her and he hated her. He could see her iridescent face in dreams and waking, and could not drive her mere image out of his mind.

He desired her, to be able to study her, to have her. To kiss her, as strange and foreign as the thought was. Under the mask, cold lips curled into a smile. He would catch the one light he wanted, and he would keep it, making sure it never died. He wanted something beautiful of his own, something full of good, as much as he hated the implications of that mental confession.

Yes, she would be his.


"Don't be afraid."

She shivered at the thought. His darkness was a mystery to her, something alluring and seductive, something that a part of her wanted in on. It was just the fact of the mask, the idea that maybe he had real reasons for doing what he did to the Resistance. If she could just get to know the monster. . .

She stopped herself. If the Resistance knew her thoughts, she'd be in big trouble. Big trouble indeed. After all, who could love a Knight of Ren? Who would want to know the monster behind the mask?

She always had been a strange girl, with strange, philosophical thoughts. Why she was drawn to this man in particular both frightened and excited her. Why him, of all the trillions in the galaxy? Why him, when she had two friends that she could chase quite easily? Why did it have to be a Knight of Ren that made her feel this way?

Maybe it was just that love was as unpredictable as the will of the Force, she suggested to herself. Maybe it was just that like some men were drawn to light, she was one of the few who truly was drawn to darkness.

It was the spark that she saw in him, she'd realized. She could see a spark of light, a small piece of good locked in his heart under doctrines and a lifetime of evils. He had a chance at redemption, and she wanted to be his redemption, as insane as that sounded.

The mysteries pounded like wrecking balls inside her brain, and suddenly she felt like she wanted to scream. All these questions, all these feelings, all these thoughts that she never should have had. All about him.

Even though it might set her apart from the Resistance, she would reach out to him and hope that she could lead him to the right path. After all, she could sense his inclination towards her. Against the odds, she'd make it work.

Yeah, right.


Somewhere, two hearts were beating as one against the odds. In the galaxy, although they were far apart, two souls were finding each other. One soul was a symbol of light, a heart that stood for all that was right, pure and sweet. The other soul was a representation of dark, preying on the weak and fighting to be strong and selfish, alluring and seductive.

Yes, two hearts were beating as one, of light and dark.