To say that Normay Vance was unusual would have been an apt statement, perhaps even an understatement. Though she was human and only in her late twenties, she'd accomplished a great deal. Technically, a doctor of psychology, she was brought on board as interrogation officer with her knowledge of the workings of the mind. Here she was, the only 'official' interrogation officer on board the new Star Killer base. The General's new baby.

And she had been asked for specifically. Her record was exceptional and the General felt her talents would be wasted elsewhere. Her individuality also stretched to her looks. People were more likely to talk if what they were looking at was pretty. She was small and petite but stronger than she looked. It probably wasn't a surprise that Normay was pale. She came from a place where the sun barely shone, where it rained more often than not and it was cold for the vast majority of the year. Her eyes had a strange grey twinge to them with something her father had called a 'sunflower'. That was before he died.

Her hair was gathered back into a high, wavy ponytail to keep it out of her face while she worked. That too was grey. Or ashy silver, it glinted like silver so she called it silver. There was always that one kink that was too short to be tied back but long enough to annoy her. Normay's personality generally was cocky and sarcastic but kind with a dash of an explosive temper. Her facial features were striking and appealing, her intelligence was second to none but when she opened her mouth... Her mouth was foul and she didn't care who knew it. It was enhanced by a coarse accent from a planet of myths and legends.

"Fucks sake!" Normay cursed loudly as she strode through the empty medical bay on the way to her office. "Fuck! Holy fuckin' shit, what the fuck does he think he's doin'?!" She wasn't afraid of the General. Quite the opposite. She didn't care if he heard her. "This bitch, I swear!" The urge to smash something was strong but she wouldn't be a Kylo Ren wannabe. He had really done it this time. Really pissed her off. Denying her request to go to Jakku first rather than sending in the Stormtroopers and Kylo Ren.

"The Stormtroopers will handle it." She could hear that nasally accent, granted it was probably exaggerated by her own imagination but it enraged her nonetheless. "Waste of your talents. They're only villagers."

"Talents my fuck! They're people, you little ginger shit!" She'd calm down eventually but he'd riled her. Normay leaned against one of the walls of the ward and lightly banged her head against it with her eyes closed. The ponytail hindered the process somewhat but it soothed her. Then she felt it. That prickling feeling of being watched and something else; something more invasive. Normay's eyes opened and in the corridor, she saw the source; staring at her from a distance.

The black masked figure that just seemed to turn up wherever she was. And he had just heard her call the General a little ginger shit. Well, fuck. Normay stood up fully when she remembered she was still slumped against the wall. She knew his name was Kylo Ren. She did not know where he came from or what had brought him to the First Order. She'd heard he was a Jedi but wasn't sure how true that was.

She had never seen his face nor heard his real voice, only the distorter and even that was rare. She had heard it when he spoke to the General but he had never spoken to her directly. He was more observant than anything until he flew into one of his infamous fits. The ones where he broke everything and injured the odd Stormtrooper. She was afraid of him. He made her nervous with his mystery and how he could just pop up anywhere. His mask prevented her from reading his face but she assumed he was unimpressed.

He was hardly chuckling under there, even though she noticed the disdain when he and the General finished speaking to each other. Purely by body language. It seemed he grew bored and continued on his way without a word. That was part of her theory. That she'd been brought on board purely to piss off Kylo Ren. She'd probably be fired or killed tomorrow.

Kylo Ren stalked from the bay. That new interrogation officer was fascinating. On a vessel full of brainwashed Stormtroopers and even the staff who operated around the base (they all seemed to be devoid of a personality as well); it was refreshing to finally hear someone fight.

He'd been drawn to the argument and listened with amusement as she went for the General's jugular and even more enjoyable was the string of profanities she spat on her way back down to her office when he shut her down. Her annoyance was palpable in the air and he knew what it felt like. That kind of frustration. That was even more prominent. She was beginning to become his new favourite thing.

Purely because she was different and to some degree, relatable. She looked upon him with fear, he could feel that too. Maybe it was better that way. He didn't need to get attached. If her fights with Hux continued, she might not be around that much longer.

Normay sat in her quarters, going through a psychology book where she had found several errors and was almost persuaded to write a strongly worded letter to the publisher. She was interrupted, however, by a knock to the door.

"General." Normay greeted grimly and stepped aside to let her superior past her before closing the door.

"I know things didn't go well today, I know I upset you." He looked around her quarters as he spoke, trying to think if there was more to be done to it.

"What did he tell you?" She asked nonchalantly, going back to the table where the book lay open but didn't sit down, merely leaned against it.

"What did who tell me?" He replied with genuine confusion, looking back to the silver haired female.

"Doesn't matter." She gave him something of a coy smile. "You didn't come all the way down here to discuss our little spat, now did you, General?"

"No, Doctor. I didn't." He was on her in a second. That kiss was vicious. And she welcomed it. Her hair came down and the two started to unceremoniously tear at each other's uniforms. The General wore his uniform with pride. Everything was neatly pressed and folded but when he was in this frame of mind, it was merely an obstacle to getting inside the doctor. By the time they'd blindly fought each other to her bedroom, there was little left to be taken off.

The metal bed groaned under the weight of two writhing bodies as the touching got more purposeful and direct. He broke his lips from her's to leave his mark on her neck and collarbone, just to remind her. Small pleasured hisses left the doctor at the stings but she'd mark him later in her own way. Both sets of underwear were tossed with disregard over the side of the bed and with a swing of the General's hips, they'd begun.

This arrangement had been going on for several months, starting maybe a week or so after she arrived. It was nothing to do with her job or to get her own way (earlier that day was proof of that), it was just down to attraction. A primal attraction that made them take their frustrations out on each other. The General was renowned for his uptight demeanour, his by the book attitude and his love of perfection. How he had found himself thinking of the brash doctor in the shower, he wasn't sure.

He put it down to opposites attracting. Sometimes it made Normay laugh when she saw him in professional mode. How different he was in bed. Or on the table. Or against the wall. Or the bookcase. He was an animal. He only gave her half to begin with, slow to give her time to adjust. She didn't need it but he liked to tease her.

"That's not fair." She told him with a longing groan. The response she got was a wicked smirk and a sudden ram so she took him all the way to the base. The stretch and the feeling of fullness contorted her face and drew out her first proper moan. It was what he waited for. He didn't kiss her so he could see her face. With that satisfied, his lips returned hungrily to her's as his barrage of hard, rough thrusts kicked off.

She wouldn't have been his complete opposite if she wasn't noisy in bed. Which she was. But he muffled her lips with his own or even just by putting his face down close to her's. It was her turn. The closer down to her that he got, the more space she would have. Finally, she struck; latching her nails deep into his back and dragging them down slowly. Hux's head slung back with his eyes closed as he felt the blood ooze to the surface, accompanied by a low, rumbling growl. Fair was fair.

"That's it. Purr for me." She encouraged silkily, panting herself and loving the spectacle above her.

"Kinky bitch." He snarled with arousal, dragging himself up to give himself more room before dropping the speed and driving in one crushing thrust at a time with a grunt of effort and a slap of skin on skin with each one.

"Fuck!" Normay sobbed, biting down hard on her bottom lip and her eyes clasped shut. He looked down on her with gratification and pride. He adored what he could do to her, reduce her to.

"Come on." He pushed her, knowing she was close. "Look at me." She did as she was told and pried her eyes open to ride out the incredible feeling that was starting to gather in her stomach. His pace resumed to help her reach the climax she silently begged him for until it suddenly hit her. The long, guttural moan could have been mistaken for pain but it was the furthest thing from it.

"I'm going to..."

"Do it..." It was all he needed. They both felt the spasming that drew out his orgasm, milking him out inside her. Now, she just wanted to enjoy it. They both collapsed in well-earned exhaustion, panting, bleeding and bruised but most importantly: satisfied. He pulled her up onto his chest with both arms wrapped around her tiny frame, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world, his cheek resting against the top of her head.

It was strange. For an arrangement that held no love, they were oddly affectionate with each other. Normay assumed it was just something else he took away with him. He didn't have anything else. Just his job. Gently, he played with a tousled lock of silver strands; it had always amazed him, the colour.

"Shall I go?"

"No, stay. I don't wanna feel cheap." A light laugh was the last thing she heard and a soft kiss was the last thing she felt as sleep claimed her.

Normay walked the base the next day on her way to breakfast with a new found confidence and a vain spring in her step. The General was gone when she woke but gave her a knowing look when she entered the dining hall. Normay's cocky side came out; hips swinging and high ponytail waving as she walked. Damn, she'd made his life better since she got there. Getting laid a few times a week? Who could or would say no to that? And who would question it? He was the highest command on the ship. But she was there by merit, not by who she was sleeping with.

With breakfast over, duties began. She knew she was in for another wasteful, boring day. Unless someone of interest was brought aboard, the hours were going to crawl by. She had been assigned to the medical bay (and the unit just off it where her office was) even though she had insisted when she arrived that she "wasn't that kind of doctor" but it had fallen on deaf ears. She must have wiped down her desk a hundred times and it was only ten o'clock. Even with the prominent boredom, her frustration was at zero. It was the upside of getting her brains fucked out on a regular basis.

The pressure just disappeared. And it didn't go unnoticed. Kylo Ren observed her from down the hall. That anger and frustration that had been thick in the air the day before had evaporated. She decided her office was not worthy of her attention anymore. There had to be something else to do so she went in pursuit of it. He waited for her to leave then followed quietly. She led him to the where he had seen her the night previous. Ren slowly approached the medical bay, peering through the glass panels curiously.

She was rooting through some cupboard, seemingly rearranging things and singing. How?! How had she shifted all that pressure in just one night?! He needed to do that. He might not break so much equipment if he could. For boots that were so heavy, they carried him into the bay in silence. Normay suspected nothing. Medical wasn't her department. It was simply near her quarters and her office but she decided she would keep it clean out of boredom. No one else seemed to do it.

"Ah Jaysus, how long is that there?" She spoke only to herself, removing a box of pills that had gone out of date. She tossed it over her shoulder, narrowly missing the masked man standing behind her. "Fucks sake, I should've cleaned this out ages ago... Did they even look at the dates when they put these in here? There's shit going back to the fuckin' Empire..." More pill boxes were tossed out. Splinter packets, bandages that no longer stuck and eye washes so old that they'd probably burn out an eyeball now.

Kylo Ren was thoroughly confused now. Where was this woman even from? Her tone had been different when she fought the General and when she cursed incessantly after it. Now that she was calm and immersed in herself, she seemed quite approachable.

"This is fuckin ridiculous." She muttered with a shake of her head. "They must've moved this shit directly from the fuckin' Death Star. He bitches about wasting resources, what's he gonna do when someone dies from takin' this shit? Punk ass bitch motherfucker..." That got him. He couldn't stop himself. What would have been a wheeze of laughter was distorted by the mask into a sick sounding rasp.

The doctor froze. He'd heard her. Jesus Christ. What did she even do now?! How did she even address him? It occurred to her that now it was literally her ponytail and her arse sticking out of the cupboard. Do something, bitch! In one swift movement, she withdrew herself and stood straight facing him. It was another moment before she choked out:

"Master Ren? Somethin' I can uhh... do for you?" There was that fear again. She had regressed. She was also very conscious of her accent.

"There is something, yes." He replied, the mask and the voice unnerving her to the bone.

"Right, that's what I'm here for..." She made a dash for her desk for her notepad but couldn't find a pen. Typical. Maybe he wanted to talk?! "Would you uhh... like to sit down? Get comfortable?" She rifled through papers on her desk then dug through her drawer until she found one.

"No. Just a question." She looked up, somewhat surprised but went along with it.

"Of course. Any way I can help."

"I saw you yesterday." That was unnerving.

"I see?"

"You were frustrated and angry. And now... you're at peace. How?" Normay stared at him. Fuck.

"I... Master Ren, I'm afraid I can't discuss that." Sheer mortification.

"And why is that?"

"Because it's private." The masked male approached her ominously and she felt that invasion again.

"You know I can take whatever I want." Was he threatening her?

"Sir...?" There was a tightening sensation in her head. One that felt like an incoming migraine. Normay groaned and gripped the side of an examination table as he cut through her recent memories. He heard the panting, the moaning, the slap of skin on skin. He went deeper. He could see her on her back, hair down and ruffled, eyes closed and pale face contorted.

Was she in pain? The noises she was making certainly suggested so. He realized she was naked but why? There were marks on her neck and collarbone, how did those happen? She was moving in rhythm with someone else. A man. Was he the one hurting her? That theory was thrown out the window when said man leaned down to kiss her and she reciprocated it. He looked closer. Hux?!

Normay stumbled back when he released her. She looked at him outraged but restrained herself. She knew what he was capable of.

"I needed to know." It sounded like it was said defensively.

"No, you didn't!" She barked, terribly irked by his invasion that she forgot to check herself. "I told you that was private!" He was actually engaging with her, this creature that fascinated him. He raised his hands and she stepped back instinctively, expecting him to do his Force thing but instead he reached for his helmet. Normay watched numbly but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.

"Ok..." The doctor began slowly, somewhat taken aback by the young man (not much older than her anyway) standing in the bay. "I don't know what I was expectin'... But it wasn't that..."

"What were you expecting?" He questioned her, amused by her comment and set his helmet down on the examination table.

"I don't know..." She answered honestly, taking in the shaggy dark hair, deep brown eyes, strong jaw and sallow skin. "Old? Ugly? Disfigured? Not you anyway." He wasn't sure what to make of that. She'd relaxed now, it seemed the mask had been her bone of contention.

"About your memory-"

"Yeah about that." She was definitely more brazen now. "We're not discussin' it."

"You're more confident with me now, aren't you?"

"You just witnessed me bangin' my boss so... yeah. Doesn't get much more close than that."

"Why though?"

"Why what?"

"Why him? Why Hux? Someone like you could have her pick." She didn't know what he was implying so she brushed it off.

"Attraction? It was good the first time so I went back for more? Good stress relief? That's what you wanted, isn't it? To know how I'm calm today? Yeah, he paid me a visit last night and checked out my arse at breakfast. Boom. There you go. Why else?"

"I wouldn't know. I've never indulged." The surprises just kept coming. The most powerful man on the ship had just admitted to being a virgin. How?!

"Oh... Well... You should. It's fun..."

"Is that an invitation?" The bottom dropped out of her stomach. How did she say no to Kylo Ren?! Especially since he told that he could take whatever he wanted.

"Uhh... No. I belong to the General. Or so he tells me."

"And how does that work? How does someone claim someone else as their own?"

"Fuck it, you're all questions." Normay moved her necklace inside her black polo neck and stretched the material so he could see the poppy bruises blossoming on the pale flesh of her neck. He leaned in, closer than she thought he would, enough for her to feel his breath tickling her. Then he brushed a gloved hand against a particularly tender one. It made her flinch and he watched the reaction with interest.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yeah, don't do it." Kylo Ren leaned back but the curiosity in his face certainly didn't fit in with the monstrous reputation he had around the base. She released the neck of her polo neck and fixed her chain.

"If it hurts, why do it?" It was difficult to explain. Especially to someone who had never experienced it.

"Well... Sometimes pain doesn't feel like pain durin'... That." That piqued his interest even more.

"Did you mark him in return?"

"Course I did."

"How?"

"If you ever see him without a shirt on, ask him what happened to his back. He'll tell you he got attacked by somethin'. It's not really a lie." That made him laugh. She'd managed to scar him to such a degree that he claimed he was attacked by an animal?

"I bet you didn't come down here with the intention of askin' these questions." Normay quirked an almost playful eyebrow at the man in black as she leaned against the examination table.

"I'm assuming you didn't think you would be answering them."

"It wasn't on the to-do list for today, I'll admit." There was a comfortable silence as the two looked at each other, taking each other in. They weren't too different and their first conversation hadn't been typical of a first between a superior and an underling. "I'm never busy." She told him after a moment of stillness. "If you need to talk some more about the birds and the bees or just in general, you know where I am."

"Right, five minutes. Leavin' now." She cut off the intercom and got up from her desk. They wanted her to talk to a pilot taken from Jakku. If she couldn't get anything out of him, Kylo Ren would take over. So she hoped for his sake that he told her what she wanted to know.

"Gentlemen." She announced her arrival outside the prisoner's cell where both General Hux and a masked Kylo Ren were waiting for her. Both looked towards her and if Ren's mask was off, he would have rolled his eyes at Hux's last minute straighten to his posture for the approaching female. "If you'll just give me a few minutes with him, he'll probably respond better if the two of you aren't standin' over him." They agreed and waited. As promised, a few moments later she re-emerged.

"You've got a flirter in there." She commented with amusement. "Knows a woman when he sees one. He won't say much." Two Stormtroopers entered the cell at Hux's nod and removed the pilot then escorted him down the hallway ahead of them.

"I'll see you later, beautiful!" The pilot she'd learned was named Poe called back to her with a wink, struggling against the Stormtroopers to turn back. "I'll make sure they bring me back to you, baby!"

"Poor bastard." Normay remarked with a shake of her head, the flattered blush still on her cheeks which the General tried to ignore. "His name is Poe Dameron. He's a pilot for the Resistance under General Leia Organa. Their best, apparently. He did mention the droid, but just that it could be anywhere by now." She looked to Ren and poked his arm. To the General's horror, Kylo Ren stared her down then poked her back.

"Go on. Interrogation time. Go easy on him. He's funny. If you need me when you're done, let me know." As if nothing had happened, Normay turned on her heel and walked back to her unit, leaving the two men alone, watching her go. The redhead was infinitely less comfortable with the situation than he let on. The immaturity of his colleagues (only with each other) had astounded him but the loyalty of his lover also concerned him now.

Normay returned from lunch to the medical bay to continue cleaning. She was in no great hurry. It wasn't as if someone would be waiting for her. Whatever way the (florescent) light shone, the doctor noticed specks on the grey metal of the floor. On closer inspection, it was blood. Panic clawed at her as she broke into a run the rest of the way. When she arrived, she saw the unmasked Kylo Ren sitting waiting for her. He seemed more hypnotized by the blood dripping from his hand than he probably should have been.

"Ren." The panic had seeped into her voice and it stirred him from looking at his hand. "I'm so sorry, I was at lunch..." She took his hand and looked at it. Shit, that looked nasty. Normay had no medical training as such, just basic first aid, but she had to do something. She let go and started to gather equipment but when she looked back to ask what happened, she saw him squeezing the injured hand, coiling it into a tight fist and watching the blood dribble to the floor.

"Ren!" She barked authoritatively, striding over and snatching his hand. "What the fuck d'you think you're doin'?! Jesus Christ! Open your hand!" He did as she asked, taking in deeper, pained breaths as she cleaned it with a foul smelling liquid. "I know, it's a balls." She told him comfortingly, trying to clean it as gently as she could.

"It's not that deep. It doesn't need stitches. What the fuck happened?"

"Saber sparked."

"How?"

"I was smashing up a computer." It was almost as if he was out of it from blood loss, he was quiet and withdrawn. She started to check over the cleaner wound, hoping the conversation would keep his mind off the pain.

"Right. And why did you smash up a computer?" He didn't answer for a moment. "Ren? Talk to me, love. Come on. Why were you smashin' a computer?"

"A Stormtrooper defected. Helped the pilot escape and stole a ship. They're probably gone lookin' for the droid." Fuck.

"They probably won't find it. Jakku is a big planet." Normay offered as a token of reassurance though she didn't truly believe that. She was about to bandage the wound when a sudden wave of rage came over him. He shoved her hard away from him and paced the room like a scolded, caged animal, panting and growling. Normay slowly eased herself back up and flicked that incessant strand of grey out of her eyes.

"Ren." She began warningly, knowing exactly what he was capable of but refusing to be intimidated by it. "Right!" Using all the power in her small but strong body, Normay sideswiped him into her chair and was down upon him like a vulture on a carcass. "Look at me, Ren."

She snarled at him in an attempt to overpower whatever it was that had taken him. "Fuckin' look at me!" He didn't so she grabbed his face and brought her's down to it to stare him down intensely. With her grey gaze locked with his brown one, he began to soften.

"I'm here. You're ok..." She breathed encouragingly, resting her forehead against his and she could slowly feel him coming back. For the sake of comfort and connection, she seated herself on his lap and cradled the side of his face with her hand. "It's ok... You're alright..." They stayed like that for a while, even when he returned fully. Just listening to each other breathe.

"Why are you here?" The question was forlorn and almost sad.

"To stop you from doin' stupid shit it seems."

"No, truly. Why are you here? You're not like us. You don't care if we win or lose this. You don't care what I've done or what I'm going to do..." That part should have concerned her but it didn't. "But here you are, saving me from myself. Why?"

"Because you're human too? Because you deserve to be saved too? Everyone makes mistakes, Ren but no one beats themselves up over it quite like you do." Because you're human too...

"You didn't answer my question. You said before you wanted to help people but you're here, looking after me and at Hux's beck and call. You're not helping people, why are you here? Why this place for someone like you?"

"I was requested to be here. The General asked for me specifically."

"Is it a coincidence that you ended up sleeping with him?"

"Maybe. I think so."

"You could have left. Gone somewhere else."

"This job paid the best. I needed it." Money was never something she discussed with him. He assumed she didn't need to or had no interest in it.

"Money? Money's keeping you here?"

"Mostly." She'd started, she may as well finish. "Storytime, I guess." She sighed and eased herself onto the desk in front of him. "My mother died in labour with my youngest brother. He's nearly ten now. My father was always involved in some illegal shit, he's dead too. I have three brothers, all younger and all countin' on me. They're at home on Rosunda." He didn't think he'd ever heard of it.

"Beautiful place but always fuckin' rains. I'm tryin' to keep them out of illegal shit but it's hard when I'm not there. I heard Brom say he was gonna become a smuggler. I nearly fuckin' choked him. That's all I need is for my brothers to be fuckin' fugitives. They don't know where I am. It would probably kill them if they did." Normay gave a small grimace of a smile then picked up his injured hand and checked it to make sure he hadn't made it during his almost fit.

"C'mon. I'll finish bandagin' this. I'll go as thin as I can so you can still wear your gloves. And Ren? If I see you aggravatin' the wound, I'll slit open the other fuckin' palm, got it?"