"Please."

Rey was frozen in place. All she could think of were those sad, big eyes. They didn't fit the image she had of him in her mind. They were the eyes of a scared boy trapped in a monster of a man. She reached out her hand to his, not fully aware of what she was doing. She gripped his strong hand.

"Thank you," he whispered with a sly smile of his face. A second later the red burning blade of his lightsaber ripped through her chest and she was stunned awake.

She looked around her heart pounding. Where was she? Covered in sweat she sat up and recognized the worn compartments of the Millennium Falcon. Heard the quiet hum of the hyperdrive. That's right, she didn't take his hand, she stood by her friends and abandoned him like everyone else. But what was she to do? He had caused so much damage, killed so many people. He was monster and he'd only proven that when he was willing to let the rest of the resistance die.

Then why did she still feel so guilty. Maybe it was the fight. She had thought about it many times in the past few days. She remembered the fire in his eyes when he ignited his blade and turned to the Praetorian Guard. The were so in sync, so balanced. It felt right, and she hated how much she still craved that belonging she had felt fighting back to back with the most hated man in the galaxy.

She had to get out of this bunk. Rey knew she wasn't going to get anymore sleep that night as she sneaked out of the room, trying hard not to wake anyone. The ship was packed full since the resistance's escape from Crait. The Falcon was no small ship by any means, but it was definitely not able to house 40 people. Which meant privacy was a luxury they could not afford right now. She found these nights when she couldn't sleep her only escape from constant companionship. She was happy to be around so many likeminded people but at the same time she enjoyed her time alone and it was getting to be a bit much.

As she walked by the cock pit she stopped in to see chewy. "Hey Chewie, you still doing all right."

He roared in response.

"Okay, I can't sleep so let me know if you need a break." She said as she walked out. Well since she couldn't sleep she might as well be productive. Rey headed over to where she hid the Jedi texts and sat down to study these ancient books. Maybe they would give her some peace.

Kylo was in the gym again. His training lightsaber whipped around the dummies in the room. He hadn't done much else but train since he was appointed supreme leader. Training and meetings with Hux and other First Order officers was all he did the past few days. He hated it. He wanted to leave this stupid star destroyer he was living on during the repair of Snoke's ship. He felt so useless just hiding out but he knew he couldn't really be seen in public and until the cover story for Snoke's death was accepted by the First Order officer and the public.

It was late and he knew he should be asleep but his dreams or more appropriately, nightmares were haunted by her. And she was the last thing he wanted to think about. How was he wrong? He saw her turn when they touched hands but when the time came she still clung to the dying resistance. Why couldn't she see that it was over. They could have had something new, He could have shown her how to properly use the force. He just became anger as he thought it about how she rejected him and then closed him off to her. Not that he cared.

He could feel the anger building in him. He felt the power of the force building through him and he swung his lightsaber into the dummy. It flew across the room from the pure power of his energy. But he didn't feel satisfied, he wanted to face her. To show her that she would not embarrass him again and he would destroy her. He could feel that dark hole in himself and before he knew he started to her warm almost like it was coming from somewhere deep inside himself.

He turned and there she was. Here hair was pulled back in a messy tie, she was wearing a light tunic and leggings. She was still unaware of his presence as she sat cross legged reading a large very old book. For awhile he just stared at her afraid say anything but too afraid to look away and lose her again. Slowly she lifted her head and he could see the fear in her eyes as she met his.