AN: I would like to make it extremely clear that the original idea of this story is not mine. The original Fiction is written by the tumblr user; LittleCrazyMonday. I loved the idea SO much that I adapted it to veer a different direction in terms of story telling. All idea credits and writing style credits to LittleCrazyMonday! Broken into extremely short chapters BTW :)

In this moment Kylo Ren knows one truth: he cannot let her die.

It is the same feeling of dread, deep in his stomach, that he'd felt as he watched Han Solo's body fall into the dark chasm. Her life has become entwined with his, her spirit and his molded indelibly together. If she dies, the shock will send him spiraling deeper into the madness that has nearly overtaken him.

It is reflexive and insane, but he puts himself between her and his men. He can feel her consciousness ebb away as she tries to stand; he catches her, clutches her unconscious form to his body with one hand and brandishes his saber with another. She had been shot in her abdomen, blood seeping through her thick robes.

They are cornered. A cliff to one side of the him and the onslaught of his troops surrounding him. Making quick work of the faceless troops, he uses the force to knock away their weapons. De-arming his opponent made easy work for him to plow through the waves of troopers.

The dead surrounded him. The survivors had fled-

He notices Rey's light saber, washed along the rocks in front of him. He picks it up- Vaders saber, Anikin's saber, Luke's saber- and pockets it.

The rain never stops, the wind wafting his dark mane in hurried circles. The metallic tang of blood dripping from the scavenger onto his cloak. His shoulder soar under the girl's weight. And for the first time in a decade-

Kylo Ren is at peace.

He wasted little time in making his all to familiar exit. He lays the scavenger girl on the only cot, wrapped in his once iconic cloak. The ship was loosing power, he needed to land. A small moon, not far from D'Quar, created the perfect hiding place for the two.

The place he lands is a rocky cliff shore, the sides of it littered with caves leading to the heart of the mountain. He spots one almost undeniably large, large enough to conceal the stolen shuttle.

The girl lay un-conscience on the only cot in the small main hull of the ship. She was still shivering when he passes her on the way to the hold. It was smart- hijacking a cargo ship- there were large amounts of military supplies, some clean clothes, and much needed medical supplies.

There was this strange vulnerable coat that surrounded her resting body. She was extremely wounded, the lucky shot from the stormtrooper had burned through countless layers of skin, this would defiantly scar…

He found himself reaching up to his face, stroking the mark she had given him. Its length ran across his furrowed brow and down his cheek. It's almost funny… He had always foreseen there next encounter as an epic showdown, resulting in his fortuned victory. Now- He was stripping of her thick robes, tending to her wounds…

Her blood stained his hands. The iron tang compelled his mind to reel. Holding in vomit, he re-dressed the scavenger.

Soon, Kylo Ren feels in desperate need of a shower. Leaving the girl to recover, he heads to the fresher. From the corner of his eye, he can see himself. Standing in the reflection of a rather large mirror.

He spent most of his time recovering, trying to revolt the scavengers presence in him. It was the first time he had seen himself for a while…

Strangely, the man looking back at him was unknown. He looked emaciated, his once bulky figure was now slimmed down the the shell of what had been. Kylo Ren had never felt so much pity for himself…

He is going to have to start eating properly, start actually living. It was a shock, even to himself, of how fast his own priorities had changed. It was still new to him- having his mind to himself- he felt strangely comfterble in his ghostly shell. His thoughts, his feelings, were all now his own.

How have I been so blind?

Pulling his shirt over his white brushed skeleton, he found himself feeling vulnerable. Like the scavenger, alone, almost afraid, and yet this was a feeling he knew was good for his recovering soul.

He wished for his cloak back, but he wasn't about to take it from the girl. He would take it back, but Kylo Ren was in no hurry to push her- especially after feeling so throughly violated by his old master…

He could here the slight shift and creak of the cot. She must've awaken- he needed to make sure she was still breathing… Hopefully the wound on her abdomen hadn't killed her just yet.

Rey was shivering, back firmly pressed against the metal plating of the ships hull. Her soft brown hair still damp from the storm on D'Quar. She had his cloak wrapped skin tight around herself- she was defiantly scarred- but the sight of Kylo Ren turning the corner forced the undeniable expression of dread to paint her face.

Kylo can feel the scream rising in her throat. Before she could letup any form of an ear defining shriek he pressed his pointer finger tightly against his lips. The girls posture adjusts, taking in her surroundings. He slowly squats in front of her, hands resting limp on his knees.

Kylo had seen himself in the exact position before… On Starkiller… When he was still under the heavy influence of Snoke, he found a moment of clarity watching the girl sleep. He shook away the thought, trying to make her relax.

"I need you to trust me", keeping his voice soft and low, trying to calm the clearly panicked girl in front of him. He wasn't sure if they had been followed.

"Trust you?!" Her words sting, the harsh burn of her hiss. Rey was right- She didn't have to trust him- he didn't expect her too… Right away… "You invaded my mind. You tourtured me. You kidnapped me, killing your father and hurting my friend", Rey sneered.

"Who do you think bandaged your wounds", Kylo gestured his resting hand to her stomach, underneath his cloak.

Her blush flushed ivory red across her cheeks as she looked at the gaping wound on her belly. Kylo resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"The resistance is compromised. There is this thing out there that wants to-" Kylo Ren stopped himself. How is he supposed to put the feeling into words?

Oh yea, my old master is fed up with me and he wants to drain you of all of your powers.

Kylo Ren shivered just thinking about it. Rey was no match for his strength, and it was inevitable that he would find her. "The Supreme Leader wants to take your power. He wants to feed on your desires."

"You're lying-"

"No- And regardless if you are a sand-rat or not… I'm not letting that happen to another force user- EVER". Rey seemed to take more comfort in the insult over her current situation. Oh how she longed she was with her friends…

Away from this monster.

"Fine- say you're actually telling the truth and this thing-"

"I am", Kylo shot back sneering at her for thinking he saved her hapless life for nothing.

"Suppose you are right-"

"I AM", He repeated this time raising his controlled voice. This made the girl jump. With a deep breath he gathered his emotions.

She glared through his glossy eyes trying to finish her thought. "Where do you suppose we go? Hmm? It's not like we can run forever"

The girl was right. They couldn't spend eternity in this ship, hiding away from Snoke, The First Order, even the Resistance. The two, once morbid enemies, would have to come up with something- and fast.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend… Right?

"The only thing we can do is run".

She opens her mouth to argue with him, but soon shuts it. Kylo Ren can feel her thoughts, he can hear the cogs turning in her restless head.

He finds himself standing, keeping still for any longer was going to kill him. Kylo suddenly sees it. She looks small, scared, almost child-like. His dark cloak made her look small and he suddenly felt sorry for her.

"How old are you?" The question slipped from Kylo's thoughts and off the tip of his tongue. Rather than looking offended- Rey cocked her head, cursing at his thought.

"Almost twenty-" She trailed off, as if remembering a fond memory.

The more Kylo Ren thinks about it, the more it makes sense. In a way he still resents her but theres something new…

Empathy

He doubts there is another creature in the entire galaxy who has also been at the mercy of Snoke and survived…

There is something pooling in the back of his mind. The idea of 'location'. It had suddenly dawned on him- Snoke had gotten a taste of her power. How else was it that the first order found the resistance base? Shivers of regret creeped their way down his spine.

"We can't trust the resistance", Kylo mentions at length.

"There is no way I'm just going to let you take me- again- to one of your bases", Rey bites back, avoiding his eyes.

"We cant go back there either…"

"All of this is your fault anyways… You led them to us!" Reys words, meant to get under his skin, bite the nape of his neck.

"That is not true! It was Snoke- he found you-"

"Then whats stopping him from finding me again?!" Rey, still grasping his cloak around her arms looked… Small. Her naive attitude didn't belong in such a small girl.

"Un-aided… There isn't much Snoke can do to find you", Since he had been the aid. "We should be ok laying low for a while, you were injured fairly bad-" He cut himself off. It had occurred to him that she had re-opened her wound and it was now staining the white bandages across her stomach a crimson red.

Her face, flushed a darker red than the blood as she noticed. She had been so flustered and caught up in their argument she didn't even feel it re-open.

"The ship is grounded- we aren't going anywhere without fixing it- we also need to take care of that", gesturing to the pool of blood forming below her.

"I'll take care of it", her stubbornness was relentless, she was still so naive.

"You can't even lift your own arms without loosing more blood- i'll re-wrap them", she shot him a dirty look, settled by acceptance.

Without a single word she released her tight grip on his cloak. Allowing it to fall to the cot, she scooted near the edge, refusing to meet his eyes.