Chapter 2: Good

Kylo could still feel the abrupt cut-off of their connection. If he had held any lingering doubts about whether or not Rey had found his uncle, those were now gone. The Force signature which had interrupted their latest session was unmistakably Skywalker.

His ungloved hand tingled with the after effects of her touch. Her skin was tougher than it looked, presumably due to her harsh life on Jakku. How she had managed to survive on the backwater trash of a planet was beyond him. He had to admit he admired her for it. Her circumstances were nearly as troubling as his own.

Perhaps that was the reason he found comfort in her presence. Since the start of their bond, he had been curious. Even after she had attempted to blast him, he had felt a driving need to know more. More about their connection. More about why the Force chose them. More about her.

She was stubborn. It was her way. He realized it was one of the reasons he enjoyed speaking with her. She did not cower before him. She did not hid her true self in his presence. She attempted to best him. She was truly remarkable.

And his.

Kylo had seen a vision of them standing together when their hands had touched. Side by side, all powerful and no longer lost. They had found themselves in each other. It was clear to him what the future held.

He pulled his gloves back on, straightening up. He wondered what else would have transpired, had Skywalker not interrupted. Rey had been so open, so trusting. It had been the only time she had looked at him that way...as if she-

No. He stopped himself. Not the first time.

He had held her in her dreams...his dreams on the beach. It had been a moment of weakness. He had been so starved for human contact. He had been far too eager, far too hungry for her. It wasn't actually a dream, but he had told himself it was. It made justifying it simpler.

She hadn't tried to attack him. He recalled how warm her presence was. It had startled him, feeling her light reach across the galaxy to him, inviting him to join her. He was fairly certain she had no idea how she had done it or even that she was capable of such power. It proved his previous plea. She needed a teacher.

Would she have let him teach her if he had asked agin? If Skywalker hadn't discovered their bond and he had had the opportunity to ask, would she have said yes? Would it give him the chance to hold her again, drape his arms around her impossibly small figure and keep her with him?

His mouth twitched at the very thought. He wanted her — in so many ways — in all forms. Kylo Ren wanted the Scavenger girl. She was his and his alone.

"Ben?"

He spun around so suddenly, nearly knocking into his chair.

There she stood. It was as if the Force had delivered her back to him based on his wishes.

"I'm coming to you," she told him. There was not an ounce of hesitation in her statement.

He felt a surge of pride well up within him. She had chosen him. Someone in his life had finally seen his side, believed in him. The sensation was coupled with immense satisfaction. His vision would come true. She would stand with him. She was leaving Skywalker and the Resistance and all of it.

Despite his overwhelming happiness at her words, his reply was curt. "Good."

Her eyes were locked on him. There was no fury now, no burning fire of hate as there had been in previous encounters. The simmering heat had been washed away, revealing a compassion, an understanding.

"Good," she repeated, nodding slightly.

Then she vanished.

He was alone in his chambers.

But he wasn't alone anymore. Not really.


A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot. I had no intention of continuing, but I've gotten some requests to keep going, so I will try.