A/N So I am not really sure which way I want to go with this story so any suggestions are welcome.
Rey wakes the next morning feeling completely rested and her mind, thankfully, her own. She rolls over in her bed and realizes that she slept in her clothes. With a small smile on her face, Rey stands and begins stripping off her clothes as she walks to the very basic fresher, rigged up in the corner of her room.
Rey feels like a new woman as she walks into the mess hall of the resistance base half an hour later and Finn smiles back at her as she sits down next to him with her loaded tray of food.
"You look happy." He comments with amusement before sticking his fork in his mouth.
Rey pauses and ponders for a moment before answering.
"It really is amazing what a good night's sleep can do for one's disposition."
And before she can think too hard on the reason behind her pleasant mood, she begins stuffing food in her mouth with zealousness.
Two days later, Rey finishes up working on a faulty x-wing early to rush to her room and prepare for Kylo's visit.
Unsure of how exactly she should 'prepare', Rey paces the room and wracks her brain for anything to say to him. Mid-step, she feels the familiar nudge on her mind that signals Kylo's presence and Rey turns to find his form materializing on the other side of her room.
After a long awkward pause, Kylo sees the side of Rey's mouth twitch and he feels her amusement through their bond.
So, what should I call you? I mean it doesn't seem right to call you Supreme Leader since you are not my… leader.
Her voice is light and tentative but Kylo stiffens and presses his full lips together slightly as he considers her question.
I think Kylo will do, Scavenger.
Rey quirks an eyebrow at him from her place, leaning on the opposite wall and she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly.
Well, I think if you will be Kylo, then it's only fair that you call me Rey.
She counters and Kylo hesitates but nods stiffly after a moment.
Very well. But perhaps there is no need to converse at all during these… meetings.
With a pointed look, he turns, stretches out on her bed, and pulls a book, seemingly from the ether. Rey assumes the book is in fact in his room somewhere and that he is lying down on his own bed somewhere to ignore her.
Rey considers briefly and decides this may be her opportunity to meditate without interruption and she walks across the room to sit on the floor in her customary meditation spot and closes her eyes.
Kylo spares her a short glance when she moves but then goes back to reading when she settles on the floor.
After a couple hours of pointedly ignoring each other, Kylo closes his book and glances at Rey, still meditating on the floor before closing his eyes and closing their connection.
Rey knows the moment Kylo is gone and feels something akin to loss, but she pushes the feeling aside and refocuses on her meditation.
The next several of their meetings go much the same as the first. The enemies fall into a comfortable routine of simply tolerating each other's presence as they go about their own interests. Every so often one or the other would be in a mood and their time would end in hushed argument: Rey frustratingly trying to understand his point of view and Kylo spouting First Order propaganda back at her.
Those nights, they would both fall asleep in an angry huff and wake with a cantankerous attitude towards anyone who happened to cross their path.
One night, after one such argument, Rey appears in Kylo's room and he is ready to continue their feuding until he takes a closer look at Rey and all thoughts of arguing vanish from his mind as he takes an involuntary step towards her battered form.
What happened to you?
His eyes scan over her various cuts and bruises as she slumps sideways at the foot of his bed.
Rey winces as she shifts slightly on her bed. She glances over at Kylo with as much venom in her expression as she can muster before giving up the façade entirely and lying down fully.
I'm sure you will be getting a report on it any minute.
Kylo stares at Rey on his bed and can't stop the feelings of anger and worry that start to roll off him.
Rey watches his head suddenly quirk to the side, as if listening, and she knows he is getting that report over his comm. She doesn't expect the overwhelming wave of rage that washes over her from his side of their connection. He is furious and begins shouting at the voice over the comm that she can neither hear, nor see.
After venting his rage and making many frightening threats, Kylo pauses and takes a deep breath before turning back towards Rey. She looks confusedly up at his tall, intimidating frame.
I thought you would be pleased that your stormtroopers have wounded the resistance further.
She speaks through their bond as she closes her eyes and tries to rest and block out the waves of pain from her injuries.
The bed shifts and Rey's eyes pop open again to find Kylo perched on the edge of the bed by her feet.
I think I would be, were you not involved.
He says with a frustrated, yet contemplative, expression as he glares at the floor in front of his black boots.
Neither of them know how to respond to his revelation, so Rey changes the topic quickly.
Well, I don't think either side expected an incursion today. We thought a certain supplies cache would be unguarded exception for a handful of troopers. We were wrong, and shots were fired.
Kylo's response is ubrupt and violent as he lunges to his feet.
They sent you on a supplies run? Why were you there? Why would they risk their most powerful asset on a mere supply run?
When he finishes hurling questions at her, he is leaning over the bed with an expression of panicked rage. Rey feels her own anger rise up to meet his and she tries for the best glare that she can manage.
I do not need to be coddled. I can take care of myself quite well!
She shouts into his mind, glancing at the scar slashed across his face. Kylo sneers back at her as he pointedly rakes his gaze up her body.
Obviously!
Rey narrows her eyes at him as she braces for a fight.
Considering we were out-numbered, five to one, I think we managed very well. We even managed to acquire the supplies in the end. Why do you even care that I was there?
She yells, suddenly not-caring if they are overheard on either side of their connection.
Kylo throws his hands up in exasperation and roars down at her.
I shouldn't care!
Kylo suddenly slams shut his side of the connection, leaving Rey with a whopping headache and staring blankly at the spot he disappeared from.
Alone, back on her bed, Rey tries to work through what just happened before deciding that she should probably make her way to the infirmary instead of trying to crawl back inside the mind of an angry megalomaniac.