Get out of my head, out my head
Yeah, we're high and low
You're dark at your worst
You're loved and you're cursed
You're high and low
You're high and low

"No," Kylo said quietly.

Snoke clenched his fist and inhaled sharply, "No?" He raised his hand, prepared to strike Kylo with his bolts and end Rey on his own.

Kylo briefly glanced down at Rey and saw her brow furrowed in confusion, her teeth still clenched, bracing for whatever was coming next. Kylo knew his next words would need to be careful, his tone measured. "Forgive me, master. But I think we can use her to our advantage. When we touched, I saw..." he deliberately trailed off, hoping to intrigue Snoke.

Snoke snarled, "What now, Ren? I grow tired of your childish games."

"When we touched earlier, I saw her future. She was at my side. She was fighting with me, not against. She will turn, Master. Allow me to train her. I know she will turn."

Rey gasped and opened her mouth to reply, but Snoke silenced her immediately, "Quiet, girl!" He roared. To Kylo, "You have three months. Take her to your base. Train her. Keep me informed. If she cannot be turned in three months, you will kill her, Ren. Leave now!"

Rey fell to the ground, released by Snoke. Kylo grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "I will never turn, you monster!" She shouted in his face.

Kylo said nothing; he retrieved her restraints and cuffed her hands. He guided her out of the room and down the endless corridors of the ship. Finally, they arrived at his smaller ship; it was all ready for departure. Rey continued to mumble under her breath, cursing him, cursing Snoke, and surprisingly, cursing his uncle Luke.

Hours passed as they continued to travel through light-speed.

Kylo removed his gloves.

Ben spoke, "You are right."

Rey startled, "About what?"

He left his seat and crouched down to her sitting in hers. Gently, he removed the shackles that he had been forced to put back on her. "You can help me. And I will help you." He took a deep breath and hesitantly put his bare hand on hers.

Rey inhaled sharply and wrapped his hand in both of hers, "Ben?" She asked, searching his eyes, he refused to meet them. She let go of both of his hands and cradled both sides of his face. "Is it Ben? Or is it Kylo?"

"I'm Ben," he said after a moment. "I know you can help me. I want you to help me." He met her eyes and she let out a breath. Her fingers danced lightly on his cheeks, before pushing his hair back. He locked eyes with her and whispered, "Please."

Rey licked her lips and nodded, "Okay."

Later, they arrived at their destination. Ben looked at Rey sadly, "Snoke has spies everywhere. I will have to bind you, again. When we get to my apartments, we can act freely. But only there, do you understand?"

Rey nodded. She tried to look out of her window at their new surroundings, but all she saw was a hanger full of ships.

Ben pulled the gloves back on and cuffed Rey once again. "Up, rebel scum." He growled. Rey's jaw dropped, she was ready to argue with him. But she followed his eyes instead and saw Storm Troopers approaching them.

"Your rooms are ready, sir," one of them said.

"Does the prisoner need her own quarters? The supreme leader didn't give any instructions."

"The girl stays with me. And only me. She does not leave my apartments. No staff either. We will prepare our own food and clothes."

"Yes, sir."

The Storm Troopers left and Kylo yanked Rey. She gasped in pain as the shackles rubbed her wrist raw. Soon, they were out of the hanger and walking out into the bright sunlight. Rey gasped at what she saw.

"It's so beautiful! Where are we?"

"Naboo," Kylo replied.

Rey vaguely recalled of hearing of this planet before, but nothing could prepare her for the rich landscape and the incredible architecture. Everything was marble and smooth. Rounded and soft. Nothing like any planet she had ever seen. Not that she had been to many...

They finally entered his apartments. They were fairly large. Fully equipped with a kitchen, a leisure room, refreshers, bedrooms, and a larger room down a hall that she couldn't make out. "What's there?" She asked as Kylo removed her shackles.

"You're hurt," he replied. He removed his gloves and let them fall to the ground. Ben touched her tender wrist. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was soft.

"Ben?" He met her eyes and she sighed, "Ben," she confirmed to herself, "it's nothing. It'll heal."

"I shouldn't have put them on you so tightly."

"You had to. I'm not entirely sure of my role in all of this, but I think I can understand yours. You have a part to play and so do I. Besides, Kylo put those cuffs on me. Not Ben."

Ben grunted in reply. He continued to rub at her tender wrists. Rey let him continue to do so, for his own sake. Though, she was pleased by the gentle caresses, not that she would ever admit it to him. She let her gaze return to her earlier study of the apartments. Hanging on a wall was a painted portrait of a beautiful women. She looked familiar. "Is that Leia?" She asked Ben, nodding her head toward the painting.

Ben followed her gaze and smiled softly, "No, that's my grandmother. Padme. She was once queen of Naboo."

"A queen?" Rey asked, "Was Vader her King?"

Ben smirked, "No. Vader was born to a slave. He grew up a slave. He was nobody. He met Padme when he was a child. She was a child, too. She was one of the youngest queens to be elected."

Rey could feel the admiration that he had for this woman that he had never met. "She's beautiful. I see a lot of her in Leia."

Ben's eyes flashed for a second; Rey could see the anger there, the contempt that he still held towards his mother. In that second, he was gone, replaced by Kylo Ren.

"The family resemblance is strong." Ben agreed, letting go of her wrists and turning away.

Rey touched his arm gently, "What's your plan, Ben?"

He turned his body back toward her, but kept his eyes lowered. "I need your help, Rey. I don't want this. I want Snoke out of my head. He's been torturing me for years. Ever since I was a little boy. His voice started as a whisper. Just a gentle nudge that would convince me to do something else. By time Skywalker started training me, Snoke was a formidable presence in my head. He invaded every thought. I tried to fight him as much as I could. I tried to keep him a secret from my uncle…"

Rey frowned, "It was his darkness that Luke sensed in you, not your own."

Ben shrugged, "Maybe…" he let his gaze drift to her face. He studied her for a moment. The air was thick between them. Subconsciously, she licked her lips. His eyes followed the movement of her tongue and her breath hitched. When he spoke again, his voice was deep and barely a whisper, "I know you can help me. I've been drawn to you since that day you tried blasting me in the forest." He lifted a hand and hesitantly traced her jaw with his bare fingers. "Your light…your power…I have been thinking about them every day since then. My," he took a deep breath, "My compassion for you only grows…"

Rey closed her eyes as his fingers continued to skim her face.

"Come, I'll show you to your rooms. There's a refresher in there. You can clean up. Rest. When you wake, I'll have food prepared for you." He walked away and Rey stood for a moment before following him to her room.

Rey woke some time later. The sky outside of her window was dark. The reflection of lights from buildings across the lake danced on the surface its gentle waves.

She yawned and stretched her sore muscles. Who knew being tortured for answers by a powerful Sith would be so tiring?

She left her rooms and walked down the short hall towards Ben's room. It was empty. He wasn't in the leisure room, or the kitchen. Though she did find a plate of native fruit and cheese on the counter. She picked up a few pieces and began to eat.

Then, she heard grunting coming from the hall that lead to the opposite side of the apartments. She blushed. Perhaps Ben was finding relief with some local woman? She knew men would turn to sex when frustrated. Growing up as an indentured servant in Niima Outpost certainly gave her a realistic outlook of the galaxy.

Despite her instincts to go back to bed, she went down the hallway she had seen briefly when they first entered the apartments. She quietly crept down the hallway and slipped through the ajar door.

Ben was certainly relieving himself…but not with a woman. He was outfitted in only his pants, a wooden staff in his hands. He was fighting an unseen enemy. Sweat was dripping down his muscled back and arms. His black, wavy hair stuck to his face.

Rey felt her mouth go dry and immediately licked her lips. His movements were quick, graceful, intentional…powerful. She felt a warmth travel throughout her body, before it settled in her groin. She rubbed her legs together in an attempt to relieve the ache she now felt there.

The walls of the room were bare, save for one. It was covered from floor to ceiling in a mirror. There, she caught Ben's eyes. He paused briefly, long enough to take her body in. The flush of her skin, the way her thighs rubbed together, her dilated pupils, her tongue wetting her lips, and her breath quickening.

She gasped when he dropped her gaze and returned to his exercise. She didn't miss the slight smirk that settled on his lips.

"I feel it, too," his voice said in her head. She rolled her eyes. "Feel what?" She asked aloud.

Ben never paused in his movements, his voice continued to whisper, "Your breathing is labored. Your heart is beating faster. I can smell you."

Rey lifted her arm and sniffed; she smelled nothing. "I washed in the refresher, just as you suggested."

"Not there," she felt a slight pressure on her groin, like someone's hand was pressing there. She gasped, "Here."

She let out a tiny moan. "I don't know what you're talking about." She felt a fresh flush spread across her skin. She would not be embarrassed. She would not give in to her attraction to him. He may have saved her from Snoke. But she was effectively his prisoner now. He still was responsible for Han's death. Though he may have compassion for her and her for him, all she wanted were answers from him. Answers about Han. About Leia. About Luke. About Snoke.

"Ben."

Ben finally stopped. His own breathing was labored now; from exertion or lust, she didn't know. Perhaps both.

"Rey." He replied.

"In order for me to help you, I need answers."

He lowered his gaze and nodded, "Of course. Let me wash and change. I'll meet you in the leisure room. We can talk then."