Disclaimer: All rights go to J.J Abrams, the characters do not belong to me. This is a piece of fiction based off of the universe.

A/N: I had inspiration for this story ever since I came back from watching Star Wars episode VII. I'm not sure how this will progress, I may continue based on feedback. This story will focus more on Rey and her development as a person, mainly from her perspective with Kylo Ren's too. This takes place around maybe a month or two after the film.

Chapter 1

Time Is of The Essence

Rey closed her eyes, focusing her breathing as she sat on her bed at the Resistance base. Meditation made her fatigued and mentally drained, she was the type too constantly move never did she sit so still for hours on end. Master Luke had insisted she do this everyday to maintain her peace of mind, the events that occurred only months earlier had left her with nightmares and constant anxiety. Reminding herself of the difficulty she opened her eyes, looking at the metal walls of her bedroom. They were old, the metal worn and obviously recycled. They reminded her of the metal she scavenged on Jakku, the rough feel of the material on her skin as she scrubbed it too hopefully discover worth.

Getting up from the bed she stood on the ground, releasing a sigh. Her clothes from Jakku were the only reminders she had of home, the colour created pictures in her mind of the sands. It brought her peace, but at the same time anger, sadness and desperation. Rey craved home, she craved the dry air and the smouldering heat, the hot sand and the constant difficulty of walking over the sinking land. Pushing the desire away from her with force she picked up the lightsaber from the small table, the hilt fit perfectly in her hand and she attached it to her leather belt.

She thought of Finn as she walked down the halls, The base was swarming with activity. No hall was empty, Resistance fighters jogged past her and others, not all humans dressed in uniforms or normal attire.

She reached the medical bay of the base, walking through until she reached the one of the back rooms Finn would be in, she stopped at the entryway. A droid was attending to his back, the sight was gruesome and she could almost imagine the pain he was in. Rey looked further up at the chair near from the patient, Poe. Poe was sitting there, watching attentively as he had done for the weeks that they had been there.

"Rey." He looked up at her, his eyes were tired but still had the vibrant activity that shined in them.

Rey moved to stand beside the now resting Finn, the droid had done its work and was off somewhere else. "Poe, How is he?" Rey watched her friend, the ex-stormtrooper had a peaceful look on his resting face.

"Better, he'll wake up anytime now." Poe nodded, trying to comfort Rey.

"Good." Was all she could say, guilt washed over her, she could of prevented Finn's injuries.

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The night had arrived swiftly, The activity from the First Order had been quiet ever since the destruction of the Starkiller which gave the resistance time to prepare for another, soon oncoming battle. The nauseous feeling present in her stomach at the time made her want to curl up and rock, though she resisted the urge to do so.

Rolling over on her bed the sheets intertwined themselves around her legs and chest. Eyes closed and breathing steady she felt the presence of the force, it's energy swirling around herself. Her meditating must of been paying off and she let out a sigh.

Rey felt him. It wasn't the first time she had, the presence of Kylo Ren often appeared when she was alone, the anger he felt consumed her also. His emotions so strong she felt like she was drowning, but the second it got too deep they left. It left her confused, impatient to know why. Why. Why did she have so many questions Luke Skywalker couldn't answer, No. She arose from the bed with a quick grace. Wouldn't tell her, she corrected herself.

Hand running through her brown locks stressfully, her breathing hitching with a sense of frustration. She refused to feel anger and often denied that emotion, pushing it away all to often left her with a sense of dread.

"Rey."

Rey turned, expecting too see someone in her room. The voice was loud, so clear and close too her.

"I can teach you the way of the force." The deep voice belonged to the monster that often haunted her dreams, having his voice in her head again and again threw her off balance and she practically yelled.

"Get out of my mind!" She exclaimed bitterly, turning around again.

"Anger becomes you. You will give into it. You will give into it." Kylo Ren insisted, his tone making her repulsed.

"Leave me!" She imagined a wall, partitioning them and it had worked.

She slid down the wall, eyes open. The Hazel circles darted around the dark room afraid if concealed by the darkness of sleep he would return.

A/N: Well, feedback would be lovely. I do love a good review, and based on your reactions I might carry on, depends! Hopefully this chapter was satisfactory . I probably will anyway due to my river of ideas, sigh.