Kylo Ren

He put in the coordinates to where the Supreme Leader was hiding at the time. He never did stay in one place to long. It was war, and the resistance would use the same strategies. They weren't much different he thought, other than the fact that The Republic just wished to keep things as they were. The rich stay rich and the poor and enslaved know their place. The First Order wanted peace, but there were too many voices on the Senate. How could anything be for the better with so many opinions? No it would be better with just the First Order, there would still be voices, but there wouldn't be so many that they would drown everything of importance out. Facts would be found, and the best plan for all would be put in place. The best for everyone, rich, poor, and those who would be freed from slavery.

Looking over he watched as the girl slept. His emotions mixed with what could happen once they reached their destination. He was hoping that his Master would give her to him to do what he wanted.

He also wanted to know where she had come from. She being nothing but a scavenger, but so strong with the force. Who were her parents? They must have been force sensitive, they should have known that their child would be to. When he was in her mind he say that she had been alone since childhood. Did they die? There were so many answered questions about her and he wanted answers.

The questions didn't stop going through his mind.

He was growing ever more nervous the closer and closer they got to Moraband. He thought of his Master and the things he might do to her. She was still sleeping and again he thought of looking inside of her mind, hoping that he could get the lost piece of the map.

As quickly he thought it he dismissed it. That piece to the last Jedi could be the only thing that could keep her alive. She was more vital with it than without. Maybe he would be able to make his master see reason. That she could be important to them. He would plea her case, offer to teach her the ways of the dark side. To make her a Knight of Ren.

He imagined how powerful she could become using the dark force. How powerful they could be together. He would teach her how to tap into her anger, to will the force with it, and how much greater it was than being a Jedi. He knew that she had enough to be angry about. He would be able to tap into her loneliness, the pain of never having anyone, of having to just survive. He would make her see that he could be the one that she could depend on. The one that could give her anything she desired, that she would never want again. The dreams that she had, he could give.

His mind was set, this is what would happen, what he would make happen. Supreme Leader would see that he was right. He would train her and no longer fail his Master. She could be the one that could help rid him of the light. If she were like him, he wouldn't need the pull to the light, he could forget who he used to be, and become what he was to truly become. To be as great as Darth Vader, to continue his legacy. With her he would claim his true birthright.

They were almost to their destination and he needed to prepare her to meet the Supreme Leader. He gently lifted her taking her to the table toward the back of the ship, he didn't wish to wake her. He wasn't ready for a fight, though he knew that it wouldn't be much of one with what she had already gone through. He turned her over and released the restraints behind her back, the static between them tingling his hands as he did so, then replaced them with the straps built on the table.

With her laid her on the table he studied the wound on the side of her head. Dry blood caked the gash and soiled her face. He realized he should have tended it much sooner. He collected his medpac and found the bacta gel. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to really clean the wound until he removed her hair from the buns. He didn't like her hair up, it was too severe.

His fingers started to mess with the pins and bands that held her hair up, struggling. He realized he would have to take his gloves off to actually achieve his goal. Once his gloves were off he was able to unwrap the leather ties and remove the pins. He ran his fingers through her hair, it was cool and soft. He was lost in the motions of brushing her hair, it soothed his nerves. He didn't even realize that she was awake, and watching him.

Rey

Rey woke up feeling hands running through her hair. She didn't move because she didn't want it to stop. She didn't know the comfort such a simple action could bring. She opened her eyes and noticed the creature was the one doing it. She should have known, once she awake she could feel the tickle he caused every time he was near her. Her body was still in pain, her head felt as it has split in two, there was a burning in her collar. She didn't even want to move knowing that it would intensify the aches. She would just lay there and enjoy the tickle, enjoy feeling someone else's fingers running through her hair other than own. She had no energy to do anything else anyway.

Suddenly it stopped and she knew he was staring at her seeing that she had woke up. She thought of the haunted brown eyes behind the mask. The way they could see into her mind, see into her soul. She was relieved that she couldn't see his face.

"I have to clean and care for your wound. We will be at our destination before long" He said his face moving closer to hers holding hair out of the way of the gash.

His voice mechanical again, she preferred it that way. With him so close at least she couldn't feel his breath. Would it still feel like fire as it did earlier? If she hadn't seen his face she would have sworn the beast behind the mask was an Arkanian dragon his breath made her skin so hot.

"Where are we? Where are we going?" She asked. She didn't really care anymore, in the back recesses of her mind she even hoped that he were taking her to some uninhabited planet to leave her there, or put her out of her misery. She felt his fingers working on the gash on her head. She felt something cool being put on it and it felt nice.

"We are on our way for you to meet Supreme Leader."

Fear suddenly griped her again, she started to jerk against the restraints, bucking her body against the table. Adrenaline surged through her body and she barely felt the pain as she strained her muscles to get off the table.

"Let me go!" She screamed. "I refuse!" Her eyes closed, thrashing her head side to side. The metal table she was laying on was moving from her escape attempts. Suddenly there was a weight on top of her hindering her movement. The shock of him on top of her, straddling her made her stop with a quickness. She hadn't even noticed him climb on the table.

She stared at her reflection in the visor of his mask and she didn't even recognize herself. She looked wild, her hair was spread out around her, pieces of it sticking to her face. Her eyes wide. She noticed that there was blood dried down her face. Her chest heaving. She didn't know who was staring back at her through her reflection. It wasn't Rey. Rey who lived her life surviving, she would go hungry some nights but she always survived.