Author's Note: I began work on this story after The Force Awakens came out. I wasn't going to finish it, because I knew The Last Jedi would change so much, but it's just kind of fun to write, so here I am. It's canon compliant with Episode VII, but not with the written supplemental material or Episode VIII.

The air sparked with tension as Rey stormed through the doors of the interrogation room. "Where is he?" she demanded, breathing heavily.

Kylo Ren casually responded, "Who?"

"Lives are at stake. I don't have time for your games. Where is he? And what have you done with the weapon?" Her stance was intimidating; the lightsaber in her hand added to the effect, but she couldn't conceal the wide eyes and the note of panic in her voice.

He chuckled and asked, "What, is this your first interrogation?"

She blushed in response.

He continued, "I know exactly how desperate you are. And I hold all the cards."

"No you don't," said Rey, pressing her unlit lightsaber to his chest, her other hand on his shoulder.

"Amateur move. You can't start with a death threat. When you fail to follow through with that, the subject no longer fears you." Rey released her grip on the weapon and it clattered to the floor. He continued, "Next time try threatening the subject's limbs. Take off a pinkie so they know you're serious." He struggled against his bonds in order to lean closer to her. "Honestly," he whispered, " I expected better from you." A wisp of hair lay across her check. He thought it would be interesting to brush the errant hair behind her ear, but his arms were cuffed behind him.

She took a deep breath and said quietly, "Please help us. We'll let you go if you just give us the location. You can trust me." She leaned closer, her lips parted slightly.

He stared into her innocent eyes and knew she was telling the truth, but not being one to make things easy for people, he replied, "Prove it." He was smirking.

Silence pervaded the room and before they realized what was going on, their lips met. Next thing they knew, her fingers were tangled in his hair. He was inwardly cursing the cuffs that prevented him from wrapping his arms around her waist as she opened her mouth and he flicked his tongue inside.

Then he froze. Their lips broke apart and she took a step back. She was gasping for breath and he decided he liked seeing her that way. Pushing that thought aside, he stammered, "I don't - we - um - who are your parents?"

She stared at him, blinked twice and remar ked, "I don't understand," she took a breath and continued, "Of all the things you could say, you-" she took another breath.

He looked into her eyes. "Please just answer the question."

"But I don't know."

He sighed wearily and shook his head.

She gave him a confused look and said, "You're going to have to tell me what you're thinking. I have about twenty-seven objections myself, but this makes absolutely no sense."

"Well I-," he sighed again and started over, "I disagree with my parents on a lot of things, but one lesson I never rejected was this, 'Never get, um, romantically um involved with someone unless you're sure you aren't related.' Not sure why they took it so seriously, but..." He shrugged.

Rey smiled. "I think I know why. Master Skywalker only mentioned it in passing, but he and General Organa didn't know they were related for awhile and one time she kissed him to make Han Solo jealous," she explained. "You look ill. What's the matter?"

"I was just confronted with the mental image of my mother and my uncle -" he shuddered.

"Sorry."

"It's alright." He shot her a crooked smile, "You know, maybe you're not so bad at enhanced interrogations after all. You scarred me for life without any sort of weapon."

His comment snapped her back to reality, "Um, about the interrogation," she began.

He cut her off, "You'll find what you're looking for in the Mazer system, on the only space station in the inner asteroid belt. Just, um, don't mention this to anyone until you're absolutely sure we're not cousins or something."

"Thank you. And I hope we're not- related, that is," she told him as she got up, tossed him a set of keys and walked out the door.

After she was gone, he sighed and said, "Me too."

Author's note: I'm a total subscriber of the Rey Kenobi thoery, so I'm not necessarily calling incest, just urging caution.

Haha while these two aren't my OTP or anything, they were a ton of fun to write. I may be writing more on them in the future.

(2018 update on this note: After a few years of reading, writing and *gasp* watching Reylo, I SHIP IT! Like, a lot.)