Hellow folks! Wow! I can't believe the responses I've been getting for this story! I'm so glad you guys seem to be enjoying the ride as much as I am. Valora is a sass master who i just love to write and I hope beyond hope that all y'all like her as much as I do! This chapter is a bit on the short side and is definitely more of a filler, BUT the entire thing is from Kylo's POV so there is that…Anyways, I hope you like the chapter and I really hope to update a little sooner next time. 10 hour work days really get you down. Also, a great big shout out to my new beta, whips-and-poisons, for bearing with me and all my insecurities.

PS own star wars, I do not.

Kylo Ren awoke to a bright flash followed by a dull throbbing in his head. He steadied his breathing before opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. He was lying on a narrow, yet moderately comfortable bed, which, unfortunately for him, he was chained to. He stared at his bonds in confusion for a moment before rage took over and he began struggling against the heavy metal cuffs around his wrists and ankles which were attached to the metal bed frame. He was forced to stop his struggles a moment later when a sharp pain in his side caused his to gasp. His gaze moved to the crisp, white bandages wrapped neatly around his chest and stomach, his injuries mocking him. Unable to dislodge the bonds physically, he stilled for a moment and closed his eyes, gathering the Force to him. The bed began to creak and shake with his efforts but, the bonds remained in place. In his anger, he lashed out with the force and destroyed the object nearest him, which happened to be a vase filled with a foreign looking flower. It shattered, pieces of glass littering the floor.

Where were his belongings? His saber. His mask. His clothes. Chest heaving with irritation and anger, his eyes searched the room for any sign of his things. Seeing nothing, he moved his gaze towards the single, small window on the other side of the equally minuscule room. It was almost dark enough to be night, yet Kylo knew instinctively that it wasn't. Lightening flashed across the sky angrily, mirroring his current mood, and bringing back memories of what he assumed were the activities of the previous night. He remembered the crash and subsequently awaking in the same bed that he was currently residing in, sans chains. He also remembered a woman. Tall and lithe with hair as black as the night sky. He remembered the way she fought him. The feel of her slender throat beneath his fingertips. The rage that washed over him when she overpowered him in a moment of weakness.

Yet, she had claimed that she had saved his life. Foolish woman. Did she think a simple act of kindness would cause him to spare her life? And yet she caught him off guard and knocked him unconscious. He would have suspected her of being a Force sensitive herself, but he felt no signature from her. That fact only contributed to his indignation. The bed began to shake and rattle as anger flowed through him at the thought. So distracted was he by his anger, he didn't notice the woman of his ruminations standing in the doorway, a tray of steaming food in her hands, her gaze fixed on the remains of the broken vase on the floor and a peeved expression on her angular face.

"Ah good, you're awake." She stated with mock cheerfulness as she approached him and placed the tray on the bedside table with a little more force than necessary and began to arrange a set of utensils. He used this moment of distraction to stare at her intently, taking in the sharp jutting of her cheekbones and the naturally playful lilt to her lips. Most would consider her attractive, in an exotic way. Kylo frowned at his train of thought. The female form had never held any interest to him before. He blamed his mental weakness on his extensive injuries. The woman of his thoughts must have sensed is intense gaze, for she turned her head to look him in the eyes.

"It's rude to stare." She stated blandly. He kept staring. She stared back. "Who are you?" She asked suddenly, moving to sit lazily in the chair next to the bed. Kylo remained silent. "You were quite vocal last night, so I know for a fact you can speak. I'll ask again," she leaned forward, "who are you?" Silence. The woman narrowed her eyes before leaning back once more and placing her booted feet on the edge of the bed, much too Kylo's irritation. The minute he was free from these bonds, Kylo mused, he would strangle the life out of this insufferable creature and revel as the light left her pale green eyes. "I know you're part of the First Order." She said suddenly, her change of subject catching him off guard, yet he said nothing. Force only knew who she could be working for. She may even be a member of the Resistance. "Well, seeing as you're not deigning to speak to me, I suppose I shall just have to come up with a name on my own, your Highness." Kylo seethed. Not since joining the First Order and becoming Master of the Knights of Ren had anyone ever had the audacity, or the stupidity, to insult him in such a manner. He decided that the remainder of this conversation would be on his terms. He moved his gaze from her and glanced towards the sizable hole in the far wall, taking in the debris littering the floor, his ire raising.

"You knocked me unconscious." He stated, a bit unbelieving. "With a wooden board."

"So he hasn't lost his voice." She quipped, a cat like grin on her face. Kylo immediately whipped his head around to glare at her. The woman crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.

"Well you weren't exactly being the most hospitable house guest." She responded. "In fact, you tried to kill me." Completely disregarding her comments, he stated in a low voice, almost as if he was taking to himself,

"You knocked me unconscious."

"Yes, well now that we've established that..." She trailed of when she noticed him staring at her intently.

"I have mastered the ways of the Force and yet some outer rim scug got the better of me." His eyes darkened.

"Listen here, you Force wielding brat," she began as she leaned forward in her chair and prodded a slender finger against his chest, "I saved your life the other night, so the least you could do is not to entertain thoughts of killing me, refrain from calling me a scug, and desist in being such a blasted ingrate." When her lecture was met with a crackling silence, she took a deep breath before reaching for the tray on the bedside table. "Now, I brought you some breakfast. Eat it or don't, it matters not to me." She stated as she lifted the bowl of porridge from the tray, dipped the spoon in the contents and lifted it to is lips. He leaned his head away as if she were offering him Bantha droppings.

"Where are my belongings? My weapon?" He questioned as he avoided the probing spoon. He was met with silence. "I said," he ground out. "Where is my weapon?"

"See, not so fun being ignored is it?" She remarked casually. Kylo saw red.

"Where is it!" He shouted, his bonds clanking as he struggled against them. Most would have been terrified at an outburst like that, but she just stared at him, a bored expression on her face and the porridge spoon held lazily in her slender fingers.

"The First Order must have their hands full with you." She muttered. That did it. He focused all of his energy on the bowl in her hands which went careening across the room a moment later, porridge exploding in every direction as it hit the wall. His tormentor stared at the mess impassively for a moment before turning her gaze back to him, eyes boring into his with surprising intensity for half a moment. Kylo was intrigued by the brief glimpse he caught in the green depths of her eyes. This odd, infuriating woman was hiding something, and once Kylo was free, he fully intended to find out what before ending her miserable existence. Her eyes glazed over a moment later with her usual bored expression, any trace of the dark, flinty depth he had witnessed a moment ago was now gone.

"You could have just said you weren't hungry, your highness." She mocked before rising gracefully to her feet and making her way towards the door. Kylo stared at her retreating back intently before speaking, lacing his words with the Force.

"You will remove these bonds and return my weapon to me." He ordered firmly, watching her pause, back stiffening. She turned on her heel to stare at him, a glazed expression on her face.

"I'm sorry," her brows furrowed in mock confusion, " I didn't quite catch that." Kylo stared at her in shock. This insufferable slip of a woman had resisted him? That was not possible.

"You will remove these bonds and return my weapon to me. Now." He stated again, with more force. Her response was to smile slightly and turn to make her way to the door once more.

"Nice try, highness, but mind tricks don't work on me." She turned to look at him again once she reached the doorway. "Why not use those powers you're so proud of and clean up that mess." She stated as she gestured lazily to the remnants of his breakfast spattered against the wall. "Oh," she paused once more. "and do try not to throw anymore tantrums. I don't think my house could withstand another barrage and it is a rather unattractive quality." And then, as if to fuel Kylo's anger, she winked at him before walking out of the room and down the hall. Kylo gave a bellow of frustration, the bed beneath him vibrating dangerously with the force of his anger. Over the ringing in his ears, he could have sworn he heard her state in a sing-song voice "temper, temper" as she made her way down the hall. Strangulation would be too good for her.

Tune in next week for more sass mastering with your trash baby and his bain, Valora.