Kylo Ren and Rey

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Chapter One

The biting cold from the wind and the snow numbed her legs. The thin cloths she wore from her dessert home of Jakku did nothing to protect her from the harsh climate of Starkiller Base. It was a stark contrast to the heat that came from the lightsaber's locked together in stalemate. It caused her brow to perspire, dripping into her eyes, but she would not be distracted, she would not lose her focus on the man that killed his own father. She would not let Kylo Ren kill her too.

"You need a teacher! I could train you in the ways of the force!" Ren shouter over the sounds of their lightsaber's, his voice more rabid and out of control than she had heard it before. The look in his eyes, full of emotion; anger, hatred, rage, but also something hidden, deep within their depths was confusion and...yearning. For what, Rey didn't know, but she was not sure she wanted to find out.

But his offer, it caused her to pause. Was he really asking to be her teacher, no, it sounded more akin to...begging. No matter how he tried to mask it, she could hear the begging in his voice, something she heard in her own so many times. Begging not to be left alone, not to be forgotten.

No, she couldn't forget what he was...a killer. He was a monster; a shell of a person that only cared for his own gain. He probably only wanted her for her power, there was no denying that she had it now, no matter how hard she might try, there was no lying to herself that she was just a nobody, but now she was somebody.

Her power. That's right, she had power, and she would fight back. Pushing with her mind, Rey fought back harder, pushing him away, and to her satisfaction, she succeeded. His surprised face was enough to tell her that he had not intended for this to happen. She smirked to herself, pleased that she was able to fight him even without her own training. She attacked again, wanting to end this quickly and leave Starkiller Base. But even with all the injuries that Ren had sustained, he was still proving to be a very capable opponent. If this is fighting him when he's heavily wounded, I don't know if I would be able to fight him when he's healthy. Rey thought to herself, just now realizing how strong Kylo Ren really was. But she wouldn't let herself be defeated by him, not when she was now understanding what her powers were, and beginning to understand what friendship was.

It was in her next few attacks that she was able to bring herself to be the victor in their battle. Slicing his leg, causing to lose his balance and ability to move around as much as he had ben, and then stabbing him in the shoulder while simultaneously knocking him to the ground while effectively destroying his lightsaber and scaring his face in one blow.

Ren lay there, in the snow, beaten. His leg, side, shoulder, and face were all badly damaged, and he knew he could no longer fight like this, not without his weapon. But, even through his shock, and his anger, at her for beating him, and at himself for being so weak to allow her to best him, Ren saw the two stormtroupers, with General Hux no less, following them, coming from the previous Starkiller Base, now becoming nothing more than a smoldering pile of rubble. And he could tell that Rey was to caught up in her victory, and to untrained, to sense that the men were approaching. And that was where her victory turned sour. The two troupers fired, and Rey was unable to defend herself in time, and was shot in the shoulder and leg, the pain from the blasts rendering her unconscious, but not killing her.

Ren stayed in his position as the three drew closer, deciding it best not to move too much and hurt himself worse. And as Hux came and stood before him, Ren could see the man's disapproval at Ren's being beaten. Ren hated that man, he had always disliked the General's confidence that he wouldn't kill him at a moments notice, and his thinking that he was in control over Ren.

"It seems I was wrong to doubt you Ren," Hux started, his calm voice dripping with sarcasm, "It took you much longer to lose to this girl than I thought it would have." Hux was dismissive of him then, turning to the two stormtroupers. "Kill the girl, then bring Ren to his ship." As Hux turned to walk away, he was surprised to hear Ren speak in protest of his plans.

"Hold your fire." He rasped to the troupers as they were about to kill her, "I want her brought back to my ship." The troupers not knowing what to do, turned to look at Hux for what his next command might be.

Hux disliked the fact that Ren had given an order to override his own, the two men disliked each other, that Hux acknowledged, and while they had different tactics on approaching a situation, they had never directly changed an order given. And Hux found he did not like it one bit. "You want to bring the girl that has just beaten you to your ship. That seems like a misguided idea Ren, I didn't think you to be this foolish." The General spat at Ren, causing the injured man's glare to increase, and his anger to surge, allowing for Ren to use the force to hold his wounds together, giving him the strength he needed to stand. It surprised Hux, he would admit that to himself, though not to Ren, that the man was able to stand when he was to heavily wounded.

Stalking towards Hux, albeit slowly, Ren chocked him with the force, not enough to suffocate him completely, but enough to get his point across. "You will do as I say without question." Ren chocked out, the slash on his face making it difficult to speak at the moment, "And you will do it now!" with that he tightened his grip for emphasis, and then released him to the ground. Turning to the stormtroupers, Ren motioned for them to grab the girl and go, and they did not hesitate.

Walking back to where his lightsaber lay in pieces, he gathered them up and examined the damage quickly. Cut clean through, and no damage to the crystal, perhaps it can be fixed he thought. Then, turning to where Rey had discarded her lightsaber when she fell, Ren grabbed it slowly from the snow, and ignited the blade. Finally, I have what is rightfully mine, he thought, and disengaged the blade, hooking it to his belt.

As Ren walked towards his ship, he turned to see FN2187 lying in the snow just as he had left him. Good he thought, let that traitor die slowly, and burn away with this planet. And walking past the traitor, Ren entered his ship, and set off for the star destroyer orbiting the soon to implode planet.

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He was cold. And he was getting colder. Regardless of his unconscious state, Finn knew he was dying, it was just a matter of how long it would take. As Finn lay there, however, surrounded by the forest, with Starkiller Base crumbling and about to implode at any minute, Chewbacca came running to Finn's side, growling and whimpering at the loss of his closest friend, and now the damaged state that a new friend was in.

Chewy didn't waist any time, grabbing Finn as gently as he could to bring him back to the Falcon. And as soon as Chewy had entered the ship he barely had a chance to drop Finn in the small bed before he had to rush to get the Falcon as far from Starkiller Base as he could before it became a new sun.

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Returning to the Star Destroyer, Kylo went to the med bay, determined to use the force to hold himself together to walk himself. He would not show weakness in from of Hux or the stormtroupers. He would not et himself be carried there, he would tolerate the pain, it would be a source for his anger later. But before he left the hanger, he turned and ordered for Rey to be brought to another interrogation room and strapped tightly in the chair, and, he strictly ordered for absolutely No interaction with her, no matter what she might say. And with that, Kylo returned to his task of getting himself to the med bay.

He was there for two days. The medical droids had advised him to stay for longer, but he could not stand to be lying there for a moment longer with the bacta slime covering his injuries. He had mostly healed up anyway, now all that remained of his wounds were fresh red scars, and soon they would become less irritated. But, reaching up to feel the slash on his face, that would never fade, and Kylo didn't want it to either. It served as a reminder of his weakness.

Arriving at the room that Rey was being help in, Kylo dismissed the five stormtroupers guarding her. He decided to take no chances with her containment this time. But, now that he was here, he dismissed them, wanting some modicum of privacy to speak with her.

Entering the room, Kylo found Rey still clamped in the interrogation chair, she didn't seem to acknowledge his presence, but he knew better, she did nothing to hide the way she affected the force that surrounded her. He could tell she was wide awake, only weak from her injuries and lack of nutrition.

Circling around to face her, Kylo held her steady gaze with the dark slits in his helmet, anger flaring as the scar across his face burned again with the memory. He hated her, and he let that hatred roll of him in waves, enough so that someone as untrained as her would be able to feel it. And she did, Kylo could see her shrink back slightly, even though she tired no to show it. Defiant to the last, Kylo thought, he knew she was no stupid. She had no weapon, she was wounded and weak, and she had no friends to save her now. She was utterly defenseless to him, and she knew it.

This is it for me Rey thought, I am going to die here, and theres nothing I can do to stop it. Her panic was becoming more and more evident, rippling through the force, the fear could be seen in her eyes. She could tell nothing from him, he was a rock to her now, letting nothing tell her what his plans were. And with his helmet in place, he seemed even less like a human, purely robotic, the voice modifier didn't help that.

Looking at her, Kylo enjoyed the ever growing fear he could see in her face, and sense all around her, but there was also anger there, hidden within her, but quite evident. Perfect, he thought, just like this I can persuade her to stay with me, train under my teachings. Kylo didn't know why, but ever since his first interrogation with her, he had wanted to have her to himself, to keep her. Something in her drew him to her like a moth towards a light.

"Are you going to say something?" Rey asked, becoming tired of his rigid demeanor, disliking the prolonged silence. But his only response was a slight cock of his head as he continued to stare at her. They stayed like that for some time, Rey sitting uncomfortably in the interrogation chair, and Kylo Ren as a statue just staring and thinking. It felt like hours before he said a word.

"What was it you planned on doing if you had escaped?" He finally asked, his robotic voice devoid of any kind of emotion. His question surprised her, she had expected him to want to question her about the Resistance, their plans, their numbers, anything that could help with their destruction.

"Would you take that thing off?" Rey asked trying to keep her voice steady. He had taken it off the first time he had interrogated her, that time without even asking, perhaps it would be easier to discern her position if she could see his face. But he did not budge, the mask stayed in place.

"Did you perhaps think you would find Luke Skywalker and train as his student?" he continues, pretending as if she hadn't asked him to remove his helmet.

"Yes." Rey said shortly, deciding it was best to just answer his questions. Rey hadn't known him for long, and interacted with him in only brief moments, but she could see a definite change in him, and she did not like it.

"And did you really think that he would train you?"

"Yes."

"He wouldn't take you." Kylo stated. Rey, taken aback at his statement, became angry.

"How would you know?" Rey started, bot even trying to hide the rage from her voice, "You cannot tell me that Luke Skywalker would refuse to train me, when you do not even know me."

"Oh but don't I? I have spent the past hours sifting through your memories, I should think I know everything about you." Kylo stated flatly, his metallic voice chilling Rey to her very core.

"But, the last time I felt you, I pushed you out." She gasped, trying to understand everything that was being revealed to her.

"Then I was forcing my way into your mind for fast results, looking for one specific piece of information, easily noticeable, but over the past hours I have been looking through all your memories and thoughts, weaving my way through your mind, that, is not so easily noticeable." Kylo explained to her, and to his enjoyment, he watched as her eyes widened. Kylo knew that a pressure would accompany his increasing presence in her mind, and the deeper he went, the greater the pressure. But if he was gradual enough, took his time, and as untrained as she was, she would not notice at all.

"Just because you know my memories doesn't mean you know Luke wont train me." Rey spat at him, infuriated at his invasion of her privacy. She was angry, she knew it, and so did he.

"Because of your anger. You have been angry all your life, its ingrained into your very being. You couldn't get rid of your anger even if you tried. You feel to much, your emotional, that, is why you can not be a Jedi." Kylo explained. He was trying to be patient with her, trying to explain everything. But he also had to break her down until he was the last option for her to choose.

"But I can teach you."

The sound of his robotic voice in the silent of the room, saying those words, Rey didn't know what to think. She wanted to learn, she wanted to understand this new power that had always dwelled inside of her. She wanted a teacher. But, him. How could he teach her. She hated him, she hated everything about him, everything he's done. How could she even think about accepting him as her teacher? And yet she was...

"Well?" he asked impatiently, "I am not a patient man, I want your answer." He demanded. He was right in front of her face now, leaning in, his masked face only inches from Rey's.

Thinking through all her options, Rey couldn't think of a way that she would make it out of the First Orders clutches alive. And while she had no way of knowing if Kylo Ren was telling the truth, that Luke Skywalker would turn her away, that her anger would be to much, she had the sinking feeling that he was. No matter how hard she tried to fool herself, Kylo Ren was her only option if she wanted to learn the ways of the force.

But that didn't mean she had to submit to the Dark Side. She could use him, learn from him, and then she could turn on him. Defeat him and then steal a ship and leave, to fight for the Resistance. So, squaring her shoulders, Rey adorned as strong a face she could, and glared straight into the lifeless mask.

"I accept."