I decided to go ahead and try to write what I had been putting together. This is the "before" to the short one shot No Light Without Dark and will tell the lead up to the story. It may even include that scene. Or I may clean it up a bit as I noticed a bit of redundancy. I will also try to include what will happen after.

I am not a regular writer. As I have work and a family I write when I can and post when it gets done. Today was an odd day as I had a lot more time to myself than I normally do. But when the feeling hits, the feeling hits and you'll get an update as soon as I get finished. Sorry it won't be regular, but I promise as soon as I get hit with inspiration you'll get a new chapter.

Again, bear with me, I'm still shaking off the decades old rust of not writing so it probably isn't that great and a bit redundant and boring. But I'm trying! Love to every star wars fan out there!

It drove him to an aching distraction. Kylo threw down his helmet and stared out the window into the black space beyond. He barely registered the shattering crash. Rey's eyes, dark, earnest, somehow full of yearning and burning with anger, seared into his soul. Whatever door Snoke had opened remained, breaking his will at every turn.

"Must you look at me that way," he muttered, his long lean fingers sifting through his hair. Her expression did not change. Her eyes narrowed on him. Her lips pursed. She was more than displeased to see him. To realise she could not control their connection any better than he could.

Back to silence. Words between them meant nothing now. She had refused him. Refused everything he had offered her. Walked away from a life they could have shared. Red hot anger coursed through his veins. Crackling in the air like dry timber in flames. A low snapping sound began to filter through the haze of fury. Surprised, he looked down, finding his fingers curled into the metal casing he had leaned against. The titanium bolts popped like a child's toy, peeling back the layers of silver showing the glittery colours of wires beneath. "Shit."

"You need to learn to control that temper." Her voice was soft, a purr in his ear. He tried to block out the surge in his stomach. The pull in his body. "Even a Dark Lord must have some basic control over himself, one would imagine."

She sounded so damn smug. Taunting. Refreshingly cool, calm, tantalisingly sweet. "Go away."

"I wish." She sounded as irritated as he felt and it soothed him. He was surprised when a laugh escaped him. Echoing in his empty room. Then, as suddenly as she had been there, she was gone. The sleeping quarter around him emptier now. Old bitter bile seeped back into his body, poisoning the good mood that tried to force itself upon him. Kylo turned away from the bleak black space ahead of him.

"Rey," he said, trying her name out on his tongue. It tasted familiar and exotic. Forbidden and exquisitely sweet. Something his father would have warned him to stay away from when he was young and too impressionable to know better than to listen to the old man.

A sudden flash of pain branded itself across Kylo's heart, a white hot wound. The memory of a warm yet cantankerous face. Laughing, jet lagged eyes. That damnable smirk and know-it-all grin.

Han, a better rogue than father.

The crackling intensified, the air crisp with hatred. Hatred at Han. Hatred at himself. It consumed Kylo, his pale, smooth skin turning blistered red. The fire was real. The scorching passion of his thoughts burning his clothes from his body until he was nude. His body bleeding crimson red in silent, crying rivers.

"Stop Ben! Stop! You're killing yourself!"

The panicked cry came from no where and everywhere. As fresh as dew and just as sweet. It slid over the fevered flesh, soothing him. Calming. His fists unclenched. His eyes opened to find her sitting on his bed. Rey's dark, expressive eyes wide with alarm. "Don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I want," her tone was supercilious even in her alarm and he smiled despite himself. "I thought I finally got rid of you."

"If I could mercifully make this stop, I would." She lifted her chin haughtily, her eyes pinned to his. Her hands clamped tightly in her lap as her gaze finally betrayed her and she looked down at his naked form. Her cheeks grew violently blush, almost as red as he had been only moments before. "You may want to find new clothes." She sounded so prim, so proper, but there was a note of something there. Something Kylo couldn't quite read.

Smirking, he turned away, his nude form lean and once again pale and imperfectly perfect in the cool blue lights. "And you, Innocent One, may want to close your eyes."

End Chapter One