Thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous two chapters! I hope this one is just as interesting. I uploaded this early as a little early happy birthday gift to myself. I'm actually thinking about making a playlist that I think fits Reylo pretty well in general; any ideas?
Ok...I've reached the point of no return with this ship. Please, JJ, don't let them be related!
Chapter 3:
By the time Kylo Ren came in the morning, Rey had made up her decision to let him teach her how to harness the Force. For completely different reasons than what she imagined he expected, but if he could sense that he gave no indication. Due to his mask being on, she had no way to gauge what his reaction to her decision was, but his voice conveyed it well enough.
"Excellent," he said, his tone sounding pleased. The young man turned and headed for the door, messing with some sort of controls for a few seconds. The door opened, and actually stayed open this time. Kylo turned to face her. "Ladies first," he told her, gesturing with one hand towards the hallway.
She could only stare. She'd agreed to let him train her, and suddenly he was going to let her leave her cell? Slowly, she stepped outside into the corridor. As soon as she'd done that, she felt Kylo Ren's presence right behind her and heard the door close.
"Follow me," she heard him say. She did so, following him through the corridors, taking so many turns she knew she would never find her way through this place for a long time. She could feel stares from the members of the First Order they passed on the journey, some of curiosity and some of distrust…even hate. Refusing to let them get to her, she ignored them and kept her gaze solely on the back of Kylo Ren, keeping her head high.
Eventually the young man in front of her came to a halt outside a door. Pressing something, the door opened to reveal…a room. A very bare, standard room, but a room nonetheless.
"This will be your quarters for now," he told her. "Mine are right next door, so I wouldn't suggest trying anything," he added, the underlying threat clear. For a heartbeat Rey wondered if he'd figured out her long term plan, but he gave no other indication. I may want out of here, but I'm not suicidal, she thought to herself, giving a short nod.
"I'll be back later to begin your lessons. The sooner we get started, the better," Kylo continued. "Until then, make yourself comfortable."
And with that, Rey was suddenly left alone in a room that felt like a grander version of the cell she'd just left.
He had no doubt Rey wouldn't attempt to escape. He highly doubted she was so desperate she would forgo common sense. However…that didn't mean she wasn't planning on doing it later. He could tell she was hiding something, and how easily she'd agreed to let him teach her the ways of Force…
Yes, she had an ulterior motive for accepting his offer. But then again, he also had ulterior motives of his own. He had a chance to write himself into the Skywalker history if he played his cards right, a chance he wasn't going to pass up.
The question was whose motives would be fulfilled first?
After Kylo left, Rey explored her room. It had a conjoined fresher (something she eyed contemplatively) and as far as she could tell, no vents or anything that could offer an escape route. It looked like when she finally made a break for it, she would have no choice but to fight half the base in the process.
With nothing else to do, the brunette sat on the edge of the bed and thought about the past twenty four hours. She had been with the others outside Maz Kantana's castle when suddenly the First Order showed up and hell broke loose. They had all taken off through the woods—General Solo and Chewbacca in the lead—but she had ended up getting separated from them. And Kylo Ren had pursued her, leading to where she was now.
But that was nothing compared to what she'd learned last night. Ever since she was five years old, she'd longed to know who her parents were, when they would come back for her (for she'd been assured they would be back eventually). Now that she knew who they were—who she was—it was hard to process. She'd never thought her father could be Luke Skywalker. She didn't even know that much about him—other than the stories people told—but to be his daughter…that took some getting used to.
And why did he abandon me on Jakku? She wondered. He never came for me, nor did my mother, whatever happened to her.
Rey was unable to help the bitterness she felt towards her parents rise up in her. She didn't know anything about her mother other than her name; she could be dead for all Rey knew. But her father…he wasn't dead. So he had no reason to abandon his own child for most of her life.
Next time I see General Solo, I'm getting answers out of him, she thought.
"We can't just leave her!" Finn shouted, staring with disbelief at General Solo. "Do you have any idea what they'll do to her?!"
"I have to agree with him on that," Poe Dameron added. Beside him BB-8 chirped, obviously in agreement.
"You think I want to leave her?!" Han Solo said, his temper finally snapping. "She's my niece for Alderaan's sake! I don't want to leave her in those bastards hands anymore than you. But we have to get this—' he gestured to the ligthsaber held loosely in Finn's hand. "—to safety before we attempt any type of rescue."
"While we do that she could be dying!" Finn argued, though not as loud as before. Something General Solo said stuck with him, something about his relation to Rey…
"She's her father's daughter," Han told him. "If anyone can survive, it's her." With that, he left to return to the cockpit, taking his seat. Rey, hold on, he thought as him and Chewie started the Millennium Falcon and prepared to take off.
He was going to go back for her. Or he would die trying.
