(A/N hey guys I hope you enjoy this story! I will be delving into the relationship kylo and rey have plus have some spicy moments if you catch my drift. I've been wanting to see kylo and rey have more moments where they talk and just try and figure everything out while maintaining an enenmy standpoint and live in their polar opposite worlds. But you have been warned that this may get perverted so if youre into that, stick around and I will get this going. Enjoy!)

Despite being surrounded by people who were friends and allies, Rey felt as if there was a hole in her chest. She sat in the millennium falcon, staring aimlessly with her broken saber in her hands. The crystal inside was shattered now in pieces, rendered unusable. She couldnt even feel the light pulse of her heart beat in her arm from the wound anymore. Everything was numb and almost a blur. There was no plan now, nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Nothing.

"Rey?" A voice called out to her, a hand lightly touching her own. She jumped ot see Leia there, looking to her with soft eyes.

"I-I'm sorry General. I was….distracted," Rey said sighing shakily.

"It's alright. I didn't want to startle you. You just seemed…distant."

"I'm sorry. After all of this, I just needed to think."

"I understand. You have people here that can and will listen to you Rey. I can't imagine what you're going through but I can try if you let us in."

"Thank you general."

"Leia, just Leia."

"O-okay. I'm going to go to try and figure out where we can go next. We can't fly through the galaxy forever."

"You're right. For now we will tend to our injured and see if we have any allies left. You should also have someone look at your arm."

Rey nodded to her before getting up and walking to the cockpit. Chewie wasn't there, staying out in the main hold to mingle and reunite with everyone. She went inside and made sure to lock the door before flopping down in the pilot's seat. The stars were rushing past them as the ship aimlessly flew through unknown regions of the galaxy. She put her broken saber to the side and held her head in her hands. Helplessness was the only thing she could feel.

The chaos amongst the empire was vast. The supremacy was deemed unusable and abandoned, now in pieces. As the process to get a new ship built was underway, Kylo resided in a designated area for the supreme leader. It was similar to the throne room, praetorian guards everywhere with an elaborate chair in the middle of the room. The size difference was obvious, this room being much smaller. Kylo sat at the throne, taking the new role of Supreme Leader. As the only force user in the empire's high ranked officers, no one argued against it. Hux secretly cursed himself, wishing he had taken the shot that night in the throne room. He could have been the next supreme leader, not this brat who can throw him across the room with a flick of the wrist. Kylo on the other hand regretted nominating himself. He was now the face of the empire, the leader and now sworn enemy to the resistance, to Rey. The fact alone made his chest heave with guilt, regret, and self hatred. Nothing new to him though. He was always filled with these emotions, hating himself as he should. But, when he's with Rey everything seems to fade and disappear. She didn't make him feel guilty or hateful, she made him feel included. Rey made him feel like his conflict was okay and she'd be there to help him. But, when he offered her a choice she rather fight him instead. What about that last force bond? She looked to him with a look of…..assurance. Like she knew how everything would go in the end. It was just a matter of time and she was willing to wait. She closed the door on him and left leaving Crait and him behind.

"Supreme Leader!" a high pitched voice screeched making kylo snap out of his thoughts.

"What," Kylo demanded looking down to Hux annoyed.

"If you were listening, you would know that according to the plans for the new ship will take a month at least. The size of the ship is so vast that we can't rush it. We must use the dreadnoughts for now."

"Fine. Any news on where the resistance is?"

"No. They jumped to hyperspace and the tracker was destroyed. So, finding them will be more tedious. We do have ships looking for them everywhere though."

"Good. I want them found. But, do not destroy the ship. I want them alive and brought before me."

Hux raised his eyebrow in confusion. Why wouldn't he want the ship blown to smithereens? The last of the resistance is on that ship. If thy destroyed it their troubles would be gone. So why is he protecting it in a way?

"I must say Supreme Leader. The fact that force using girl didn't kill you is remarkable. What happened in the throne room exactly?"

"I've told you already. She killed the supreme leader and the guards. Before I could fight her she knocked me out."

"Impressive for someone who is very new to her powers as I heard. The praetorian are trained experts at their craft. It'd take at least five normal people to take down the amount of guards that were in that room."

"What are you implying general?"

"I'm just saying how she must be so experienced to beat all of them and not finish you off as well."

Kylo's brow lowered and his hand twitched wanting to force choke him, but he restrained himself.

"She probably didn't have the chance to do it since the ship was attacked because someone was incompetent enough to not anticipate the Resistance's last attack," Kylo hissed an obvious dig to Hux.

"Yes, unfortunate. We will see how strong she is once we face her and whats left of the Resistance again."

"We shall. Now, if you don't mind I will retire to my quarters for the night. Do not disturb me unless it is necessary."

He stood up from his throne. walking out of the room. Hux chewed on his lip as he watched his supreme leader slip out like a killer in the night. He knew something wasn't right and he was going to find out what it was.

Kylo walked the halls of the dreadnought, stormtroopers in passing nodding their head to him out of respect. He didn't even look to them though, keeping his gaze ahead of him as he walked to his room. Once inside he locked the doors and sighed heavily with a shiver running up his spine. He set his weapons on their respected stands, keeping his lightsaber on a night stand. It was out of habit that he kept it so close now. Maybe the trauma from that night with Luke Skywalker stuck with him more than he dared to realize. But this is how he's always felt, alone and like the world was against him.

Rey finished walking around the millennium falcon, making sure everyone had more or less settled in. She had't even gotten the chance to speak to Finn because he was caring for Rose so much. He stayed in the crew's quarters by her side with what was left of the medical crew. Chewie wanted to stay in the cockpit with Rey but she assured him that she'd be fine alone. Unwillingly, he agreed and stayed outside for the rest of the night. As Rey sat back down in the pilot's seat, she pressed a cloth to her arm. Her wound had stopped bleeding but she couldn't leave it exposed. She hissed in pain as she could feel whatever the med crew put on the cloth seeped into it. As she put the cloth down she noticed her hearing cut out.

Despite being in a moderately quiet room, the hum of the ship began to fade and Kylo could hear a ringing sound. He went into his restroom and splashed water on his face, trying to snap out of what he knew it was. When he turned to look back into his room, he didn't see it anymore. Now he was in a different ship, his father's ship. He was staring toward the last face he saw on Crait.

"Rey."

Silence. Rey knew exactly what was going on and she refused to be apart of it. She kept her eyes ahead, looking at the quickly passing stars. Anything would be better than looking at him. Kylo could tell she was intentionally ignoring him, looking farther away.

"I could sense the death of Luke Skywalker. I did not kill him so if you think that…..But you probably know how he died already. You're smart, you...you're worthy to be called enemy."

Rey twitched at the word. Enemy. It didn't sit right with her after everything they've been through. They took down the supreme leder together, but shes the enemy. Rey kept her gaze away from Kylo and tried to block him out till the force bond faded as it always did.

"I still don't understand this. Snoke claimed he created it, but here we are. I cannot force this as I know you can't either."

Rey looked to him annoyed and angry. She just wanted to be alone but he was there blabbering to her. As she tried to tone him out, Kylo noticed the wound on her arm. It was strange, their bond was so strong that he knew she was hurt doing the fight in the throne room. But, he never truly got to look at it. The shape itself intrigued him, looking obscure and jagged. It would be difficult for the praetorian gaurds to make a wound like that, their weapons being deadly sharp creating clean cuts. As he looked closer, it looked like a particular shape, like two hands reaching out to each other. Rey could see Kylo getting closer from her periferal vision, confused on why he was staring and almost lurking towards her.

"You don't need to be afraid, we are the same," Kylo said softly as he moved closer to her. He lightly reached out and touched her arm, his gloved hand grazing her skin.

She quicickly slapped his hand away and tried to push him back using the force. He did not budge though, for their powers were now almost equal. Kylo was lightly amused by Rey's attempts to play coy. It was a change from her direct approach when they were in that cave or even in the elevator. He could never forget that, even if he tried. She looked so...picturesque, so perfect. He was so tempted to push her against the wall and kiss her, claim her as his. Ever since their eyes first met, he wanted her by his side. Kylo nudged her chair with his leg, making it turn so Rey had to face him. He put his hands on the arms of it, making it difficult for her to move or run away.

"Why do you hate me? We work well together, we should be together."

Nothing. Rey stared him down trying not to glare. She didn't want to push him away but she couldn't accept him. He leaned in closer coming inches away from her face. He couldn't help but let out a laugh, looking away from her for a moment. Was he mocking her?

"It's almost funny, I'm usually the quiet one."

"Like hell. You are a no good, dark side, back stabber. You just killed Snoke because you wanted to be Supreme Leader. You used me."

"I never asked you to come. You did that on your own. You saw something as did I. What did you see that gave you so much hope?"

"I don't have to tell you. I saw enough to try and hope you would turn."

"I did as well. I thought you would leave by my side. We could have had the whole galaxy at our fingertips. We could have ruled it together."

"I will not rule anything with the likes of you. A traitor."

"If I am a traitor then you are a rogue Jedi. You left your master to seek out someone on a whim. A true jedi does not make deep bonds for they become the death of you. That's what Luke told me, did he tell you that?

Rey turned away from him, trying to block him out. This was becoming longer then expected and she wanted this bond to end. Kylo moved his hand and lightly moved some hair that had fallen out of place. She froze as she felt his leather covered hands brush against her ear and linger on her jaw line. A part of her wanted to stay there and try to reason with him while another screamed to choke him out.

"What if I told you I didn't want to be Supreme Leader? That I hate this new title. Especially if it means what I have to do to you and the rest of the resistance."

"What? What are you-"

She turned to look at him and came centimeters away from him. Kylo had come close to talk in her ear but wasn't expecting her to look his way. He was close enough to her to see dark spots on her cheeks and nose, little freckles that had formed on Jakku from the sun exposure. Rey could feel his breath on her face and his hair almost touched her, hanging down by the sides of his face. Their noses almost touched as neither of them dared to move. The tension was so great that moving seemed impossible. They were both wound up so tight that a single movement would break this moment.

"Rey," Kylo softly said trying to stay as still as possible.

"Ben. I-I," Rey began to say but her words got caught in her throat.

A bang echoed between them. There was a cry and a grumble from Chewie, asking if Rey was okay. Kylo could hear one of the generals asking for permission to come inside to discuss the plans of attack. When they both looked back the bond had broken. They were now alone in their respective ships. The illusion was gone, they were all alone.