HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE FORCE AWAKENS.
I saw The Force Awakens and have thrown myself in the (wonderful) trash that is Kylo Ren/Rey. It is not confirmed to be an incestuous relationship and I headcanon Rey as being descendant of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Let me live my life, okay?
This is unbeta-ed so if there is a glaring continuity error, feel free to PM me.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters. This is just for my own amusement and not for profit.
He did not want to kill her. He knew her name, but did not want to use it, did not want to make her more human, more enticing for him. She was the scavenger, the girl, her.
This day was not going his way, not at all.
Kylo Ren saw courage in her on Takodana. The Force was strong in her as she fired her blaster at him, attempting to flee into the wooden forest. But she was not strong enough. How could she armed only with a blaster? So much raw potential, just barely awoken.
A wiser man would have executed her and looked for the droid. But something clenched around his chest, staying his hand. He did not need the droid. He had this scavenger and the map that was hidden in her memories.
He knocked her unconscious with a wave of the Force and he lifted her in his arms. She was so light, almost fragile as he carried her into the ship. He did not allow anyone to touch her on the way back to the Starkiller base, keeping his eyes on her, entranced.
When he took off his helmet for her, he may have seen something other than fear flicker across her face.
After he tried to get in her mind, he was supposed to take what he wanted and end it. But she fought back. She was strong with the Force, as strong as him. She found his hidden fear so easily, exposed him, dominated him even though she was in the most powerless position.
You are afraid you won't be as strong as Darth Vader.
She was full of the Light and he was like a moth to the flame.
But of course, of course she managed to get away. She had so much potential in the Force that he might as well have left her unshackled and with the cell door open.
That knowledge had not stopped the anger boiling up inside of him. Hux was going to throw a fit over the wrecked interrogation room. Not that Kylo cared. None of that mattered anymore.
She was still on board. He could feel the gentle buzz in his mind, not enough for him to track her down, but enough to know that she was still there.
There were others. He could feel them too. The Wookie, the traitorous Stormtrooper FN-2187, and the smuggler.
The heartbroken scream that escaped her mouth when he murd—execu—killed Han Solo echoed in his mind as he trailed after her and FN-2187. When he looked into her mind, he saw her affection for the man. He almost felt regret over it, not only because Han Solo was his father, but the act made him even more the monster she thought he was.
Kylo Ren intercepted the duo with ease, despite the pain in his side from Chewbacca's bowcaster. He could feel the blood tacky against his skin.
She called him a monster.
Kylo struck out with the Force, hitting the scavenger dead-on, sending her small frame flying into a tree with a loud crash. But, he did not want to hurt her, not badly at least. He grabbed her with the Force, gently setting her down in the snow, a strange juxtaposition after he brutally threw her. She would forgive him, eventually. He would make it up to her, once the Resistance was destroyed.
The Stormtrooper yelled out her name, sprinting towards her.
"Traitor!" Kylo screamed. The less rational part of him screamed, "Don't touch her!"
He picked up Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber in defense of the two. Kylo's lip curled in disgust. How dare this nobody wield his weapon? FN-2187 held his own against Kylo, but not for long, cut down and the lightsaber flying into the snow.
Kylo Ren was victorious, going to claim what belonged to him. He reached out with the Force to claim the blade. It shook in the snow, as if in contemplation. Finally it moved.
But the lightsaber did not go to the Knight of Ren. It moved past him, into the hand of the scavenger Jedi.
The red and blue blades crossed again, this time between two Force-sensitives, between Dark and Light.
She was inexperienced, on the defensive. Kylo felt the Force swirling around her.
In a whirlwind, her back was to the cliff, their blades locked close together. He was so close to her, close enough that he could kiss her. He had to resist the urge, focus on the mission. She was the Light, she was a threat. She would either be converted or killed. That was the way of the Dark Side. That was the fate of all Jedi.
He offered her, offered to teach her, almost pleading with her. Together, they would be unstoppable. He wanted to consume her, he did not want to have to kill her. It would have been better if she went to the Dark instead of him being unwittingly dragged back into the Light.
"I can show you the ways of the Force!" he shouted.
He could. He could teach her everything that he knows. They could be the most powerful Force-users in all the galaxy.
The scavenger stared at him and repeated, "The Force?"
He watched as she closed her eyes. The Force moved around her with a blinding intensity, cloaking her with power and seeping into every cell of her being.
And then she struck against him. She fought him with a renewed ferocity, moving with fluidity and grace. Now he was on the defensive. The plan was gone. There was no plan. She was Light and she was beautiful in it. He wanted her to consume him.
That was when he was truly lost.
She wore him down, her lightsaber biting into his leg, through his shoulder.
And then they were locked again, as if in a kind of dance, his hand gripping her wrist, her hand gripping his. She was strong, the Force giving her the strength of ten men as she pushed his lightsaber into the snow. The jagged red blade steamed in the snow. Rey broke his hold on her hand and brought her blue blade against the hilt, breaking the weapon in two.
Blue light flashed across Kylo's face, searing into his skin, and he fell into the snow.
The kingdom was falling apart. The First Order and all of its hard work put into Starkiller was breaking up under their feet. Hundreds of lives were being snuffed out. And he could not bring himself to care.
She had beaten him. His lightsaber was destroyed, his body injured. She held all of the cards, she could do anything to him. And that was an almost comforting thought, not being in control of whether or not he lived.
He wanted her to be the one to kill him. Better her than anyone else. She could stab his grandfather's lightsaber through his heart and watch as the light died in his eyes as he stared at the light in hers. He probably deserved it.
Distantly, he could feel the ground shift and break. And he could feel physical distance suddenly appeared between the two of them. He was going to live another day, provided he did not die of his injuries.
He could feel her panic in the Force, her concern and grief and anger. Part of him hoped that she lingered on the anger, snuffing out the Light and bringing her in the Dark. And part of him wanted her to keep in the Light.
No doubt she was going to return to her friend, that defective Stormtrooper. Jealousy suddenly overwhelmed the pain that his body was in. He should have killed FN-2187 when he had the chance.
As he drifted into unconsciousness, the shadow of a ship descending from the sky, one thought echoed through his mind.
Rey. Her name is Rey.
...
If, days later, he brought himself off, imagining her lips on his and her body pressing him against his bed, well, Kylo Ren could only hope that maybe she could feel his want through the Force.
Just maybe, she wanted him too.
…Don't look at me. I am going to burn in Hell for this.
Please review! I might write a chapter 2 with Rey's POV, but it will depend on the reception of chapter 1.
And PM me prompts for Star Wars TFA ships! I can do Kylo Ren/Rey, Poe/Finn, Finn/Rey or even platonic Skywalker family things.
~Tiara of Sapphires