Writer's note: I don't own any of the characters. They all belong to Lucasfilm and Disney; I just like to play with them. This story is just a refined version of my daydreaming – it could very well turn into Reylo smut at any moment.


Rey blinked, trying to clear the fog from her vision. She tipped her head back slightly, and to her chagrin, felt a cold sheet of durasteel against the back of her scalp. 'Still stuck in his interrogation chamber,' she thought to herself bitterly. She peered out from behind her heavily lidded eyes, and the chamber came in to focus. The harsh white lights still shone in her face, with not a Stormtrooper or Knight of Ren in sight. She twisted against her restraints halfheartedly, not able to muster much energy after being restrained on the metal table for hours. 'Or was it days?' she wondered. Ren had stormed out after she had rebuffed his attempt to rifle through her mind, and no one had been back since. She hadn't had water or anything to eat since arriving on Takodana, and she knew she was feeling the effects of dehydration. It was impossible to remember how many times she'd drifted in and out of consciousness, or even how long she had been unconscious, and the constant glare from the lights prevented her from gauging any passage of time.

She closed her eyes, her body slackening, and fought back tears of frustration. It wouldn't do her any good to cry now, and she was too proud to risk Ren or a Stormtrooper walking in and catching her in a moment of weakness. A drastic change in the light level interrupted her momentary calm, and she tensed, fully alert. The room had become pitch black, and she briefly considered whether this was simply the version of nightfall that the First Order had chosen for their interrogation rooms. The whooshing of the door sliding open quashed her theory, as the light from the corridor flooded in, blinding her. She squinted towards the doorway, and could just make out a tall backlit silhouette standing in it, but with its front in complete darkness, she couldn't tell whether it was the masked knight, a solider, or someone else entirely.

The door hissed shut with a resounding clang, and the room was once again plunged into darkness. Rey felt the fear rise in her chest, clamping around her heart and making her pulse race. She trembled involuntarily, straining to make out who the figure was. The only sounds in the room were nearly silent footsteps coming closer to her. The footsteps ceased, and, panicking, she looked around wildly, trying to determine where the mysterious person had come to a halt. Her stomach tied in knots as her mind tried to make sense of her new predicament and possible scenarios flashed through her head; none involved a rescue. The racing thoughts ceased abruptly, however, as she felt the restraints around her feet release. Shocked, it took her half a second before she thought to kick out into the darkness, but that half a second was all the shadowy figure had needed to release her wrists and wrap a strong arm around her torso.

She felt herself draped over a shoulder, an arm tightly circled around her legs to prevent any well placed kicks. "Put – me - down!" she shouted, swinging her fists and hitting her captor in the back, to little effect. Just as suddenly as she had been scooped up, she was slid back down onto what felt to be a lightly padded surface of some sort. A hand pushed against her shoulder, pinning her on a wall in a sitting position. It was unnecessary; she wasn't struggling anymore, given that could very well be all the prompting it took for this unknown figure to kill her. As she slumped back against the wall, she felt a bag being pressed against her stomach, and she reflexively grabbed it with her free hand. A moment later, the pressure on her shoulder was gone, the figure was standing in the now open doorway, silhouetted by the bright lights of the hallway, and the door clanged shut once more. As Rey tore open the bag, the lights came back on, a much softer glow this time, and she looked down to discover that she was holding a large container of water, along with what appeared to be standard rations. Glancing around, she discovered she was still in the interrogation room, sitting on a padded bench the size of a small bed, with no indication that anyone else had recently been in the room besides her.