A/N: I do not own Star Wars and all that stuff. I am however a big fan.

Reviews are appreciated! I barely write shorts but after seeing the movie I was inspired to write this. Have fun!


The girl had left him.

He had offered her everything he had to give, and she had refused him. A myriad of emotions clawed their way up in his chest, but his rage was the one that stood out. As always it did.

Ben. That's what she had called him, and he had responded to it. He had listened to her, and had set all his hopes on her. He had killed Snoke for her! Of course Snoke had always been on his list, but this betrayal he had executed was fueled with hope she had provided him.

Rey… Why did she not want what he had to offer? To leave their pasts behind and start a new ruling, where no one would be allowed to hurt them, where they could be together.

Together…

He honestly didn't know what he wanted from her in that regard. From his teenage years on, after Skywalker had tried to kill him in his sleep, he had always been alone. He didn't have friends, he didn't need friends. He was stronger than all of them, and they were terrified of him.

She however, wasn't. She had trusted him. She had given him her hand when they had been apart. In her he had seen his future, and it had been one filled with peace… and warmth.

But that was not going to happen now.

Kylo sat up in his bed and leaned against the headboard. There were so many questions. If Snoke had connected their minds together, why were they still bonded after his death? Was it… he smirked at the ridiculousness of his thought. Was it the Force that had brought them together, and had Snoke lied about that? Snoke was known to use happenstances to his advantage and bluff about his all-knowing power, so no one truly knew how powerful he had been. It was true that Snoke's grasp on the Force had been as large as Kylo had ever seen, even stronger than Skywalker's, but if he could actually link two minds together…

His mind drifted back to his betrayal. He had lied about that. In hindsight, the move had been strategically sound, but it left a foul taste of cowardice in his mouth. He had shoved off the blame to the girl, while he had been fully aware of his actions. He had been confident that if he killed Snoke, Rey would come with him and start a new… a new what, exactly? All he had wanted was to be somewhere where he couldn't be hurt, and where he wouldn't be alone.

She understood him more than anyone besides his mother had ever done. A sudden aching in his chest took his breath away. He laid a hand on his bare chest, lightly grasping his own skin. She had understood him, and she still rejected him. The dull ache flared up, making him grit his teeth. He did not want to deal with this right now.

He stuck out his hand and summoned his lightsabre. With a nod from his head he threw his covers off of him and stood up. After changing into his training attire he stalked out of his room and took the shortest route to his personal training room. It had initially been a public training room, but ever since he started to attend it, it had quickly emptied.

He took his lightsabre and aggressively started to attack the large puppet-like object made with lightsabre crystals. Not even he could easily hack through this item, as he had ordered it custom made with his aggressive fighting style in mind. While practicing a new move he had discovered a few days ago his mind drifted again.

She had called him a monster several times, but after their link had become more pronounced he had been able to explain. Yes, he had killed before, but he had seen her fight and kill without much hesitation too. His chest hurt more and he attacked the object with a recklessness that surprised him. What was it that he wanted? Did he still want to convince Rey to come with him? Would he ever succeed?

Or did he have to kill her?

He rapidly pushed the thought from his mind. He wanted to be somewhere where he was free and safe, where he could make the rules. If possible, he did not want to kill the girl. If he had to to save his plans, he would.

His mind still wandered while he circled around the puppet, throwing his lightsabre at it again and again until his arms grew weak. What was his intent? To rule the galaxy? He did not share Snoke's objectives, all he wanted was rest. If he wasn't so sure the ginger idiot would try and kill him, he might have given over his command.

His chest stung him again and he flinched before screaming at the puppet. Gripping his lightsabre with two hands, he started a complicated sequence of slashes. No. He wouldn't give up his command. He had committed himself to the position of Supreme Ruler, a title he had come to like. The respect it gained him was refreshing, and she and her Rebels stood in the way.

As he turned around to throw his momentum into a slash, all sound disappeared as the link sprung to life. Kylo's eyes grew big and he halted himself just before his lightsabre cut through the image he saw of the girl in the place where the puppet stood.

She barely flinched, glaring at him with a look he did not want to see. It showed him regret and sadness.

"No." he said softly. "Why now?" He straightened and lowered his weapon. "Why NOW!" he yelled at her, feeling some pleasure at her startle.

She was wearing the same clothes he had last seen her in, although dirtier and slightly worn. The bags under her eyes betrayed her fatique, and she seemed to be in a dark environment.

She recovered from her shock and sighed. "I don't know." Her voice was small, without her usual bravado.

He viewed the lightsabre in her hand. "Were you training?"

She followed his gaze, seemingly surprised that she was holding this object. "Apparently." When he questioned her with his eyes, she shook her head. "Nightmares. I can't…" She let her voice trail off.

Good. Let her suffer like he was still suffering. She had years of catching up to do.

Her next sentence caught him off guard. "Luke's gone."

Anger, rage sprouted at the name, but he repressed it. If she still saw him as a potential ally, that was his advantage. "I know." He had felt the shift in the Force as the old man had vanished. He would lose no tears over the Master's death. It had been far too peaceful.

His father's death may have torn him apart inside, but this was a death that had come too late in his eyes.

Silence, for a moment. Then the girl sat down on a surface invisible to him. "Why are you not interrogating me?" she asked with disbelief in her eyes.

Kylo shook his head and smiled. "I am just as much a prisoner of this connection as you are." Besides, seeing her in front of him, alive and doing decently well, was giving him hope. She didn't hate him. Yet.

She smirked, but her heart wasn't in it. He could tell she was dreadfully tired. Her usual energetic and opinionated speech was slow and thoughtful.

"We are enemies," she said softly. "We shouldn't be talking, we shouldn't be linked!"

He cocked his head to the side, thinking. Enemies? He supposed so. "My offer still stands," he stated, his voice coming out softer than he intended.

She looked at him incredulously, and stood up again, taking a step closer to him. "I can't leave the Rebellion behind. You are the Supreme Leader of the First Order. Wherever we went, pain would follow." A bit of her energy and openness had returned to her. He preferred her that way.

So she had thought about it. He agreed that it was an idea close to madness, but it was all he had, all his torn mind could offer her. "Maybe."

"Why can't you leave us alone?" Her voice sounded hopeful. "The galaxy is big enough for two groups. Why?" Her eyes were boring into his with an intensity he matched in his own.

She didn't understand after all. Wherever he went, people would try to recruit him or use him. Whenever there where two factions, there would be war. The only way to live peacefully was for him to be the strongest, the biggest power in the galaxy.

The same rules applied to her.

He turned to leave, saying over his shoulder. "When you understand why I need to do this, come find me. Until then, hang on to your Rebel friends. You'll need them."

He retracted his lightsabre and wished for the connection to end. Before he could leave the room, the girl whispered to him, "We could help each other."

It made him pause. As he turned to look at her, the aching in his chest became unbearable. "I tried, Rey. You left me there."

Sound returned, and instead of the girl he saw the puppet again. He brought his fingers to his temples and tried to massage his thoughts out of his head. He turned around swiftly and stalked back to his room.

The girl would understand one day. If it would be on time, he didn't know.