As soon as he felt Rey slipping, Kylo had stepped forward, trying to catch her. He cursed himself for his still apparent lack of self-control: he should have waited for a better time to explain. He had been frustrated that she wouldn't listen to his offer.

"Rey!" he heard Luke cry from a distance. He was completely shocked at the scene down below. All seven Knights were dead, their bodies lying lifelessly next to the ship crash.

He turned his attention back to ocean. He would worry about his vicarious situation later.

She should have swam to the surface by now.

And then there was that feeling again. An odd sensation he'd been having the past few months, after their battle on Starkiller base. He blacked out for a few seconds at a time; snippets of Rey's vision came into view. He instinctively placed his palm on his face, trying to placate the headache. He heard Rey's thoughts…

All those years… white wash crashed into rocks above her, but she didn't swim towards the surface. The girl was wrong. There is no hope…

"What girl?" Kylo whispered to himself. "Why aren't you swimming?!"

Snap out of it Rey! She thought to herself. You can't give up now. She tried moving her arms towards the surface, but she began to panic. Water started to fill her lungs and she couldn't think straight.

The vision stopped. Ren snapped back to reality knowing what he had to do.

Throwing his lightsaber aside, he began to take off his black cape. Before he could jump into the water, a green saber appeared on his shoulder.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't use this right now." A familiar voice demanded from behind him. Kylo's hands straight up in surrender, knowing they didn't have much time.

He turned to see the face of his old Master, his uncle. He was angry to say the least. They didn't say anything. Kylo supposed they either had too much to say or nothing at all after all these years.

"Sorry, but I have to do this." Kylo force pushed Luke back far enough so he was clear of the lightsaber, then in one swift motion, he jumped in after Rey.

The water so freezing that Rey found herself wishing for the hot sands of Jakku. The current was strong, the storm still raging above. She was tossed in so many directions she couldn't tell which way to swim. There was no sun to guide her today.

And then panic set it. I can't swim! Far below the surface, she clawed her way up; there was no way she could get to the surface in time.

Unable to hold her breath any longer, water began filling her lungs. Her vision blurred, and her world went dark.

Minutes later, Kylo Ren pulled Rey's body on to the nearest rocky beach. After he had pulled her unmoving body safely away from the oncoming waves, he started to work. Kylo checked her pulse: nothing.

In any other situation, he would have left her here. But for some reason, he felt… connected to her. Something was different about their meeting this time, but he couldn't place what it was.

So instead of abandoning the girl, he began chest compressions. He felt one of her ribs break as he began counting. He checked for a breath: still nothing. He counted again… and again.

He sensed Luke was on his way. He had to hurry so the Jedi wouldn't draw any of the wrong conclusions.

Here goes nothing.

Kylo opened Rey's mouth, and placing his lips on hers forced air into her throat.

"Come on…"

He did it again, and finally she coughed up water. He helped her to her side as she took deep, labored breaths. Rey winced as she moved, and Kylo knew she probably felt her broken rib.

They sat quietly for a moment, both catching their breaths. Rey looked to Kylo, her eyes questioning his intentions.

He hardened his heart, not wanting to show any weaknesses. "That won't happen again." He said, sounding harsher than he had intended.

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks anyways."

Kylo began to back away from Rey as Luke made his way down the beach. She tried getting up, but almost fell down from exhaustion. He noticed Rey avoid Luke's gaze as he helped her to her feet.

"The three of us have a lot to discuss." He said finally. Suddenly, Kylo felt a wave of sleepiness rise over him. Cursing himself for letting his defenses down, he fell into a deep slumber.

It had been a struggle with her broken rib and exhaustion from the water, but Rey had finally made it to the camp. Luke had let her lean on his shoulder the first half, and she had been able to walk the rest. Kylo's figure floated behind them, which had been placed in a force sleep.

"What are we going to do with him?" she asked Luke as they approached the huts, Chewie waiting patiently for their return.

He placed his finger on his lips. "I think the best course of action would to go to the resistance immediately. We don't know how many people in the First Order know where our location is, so it's safer to leave before backup comes for him. Plus, you need that rib fixed."

Luke went into his hut. She heard him scavenging around his things. Chewie growled, which translated to something nasty Rey didn't want to repeat. She assumed it was directed at Kylo.

After a few minutes, Luke came out with a pair of shackles. "This ought to do it." He mumbled. He lowered the sleeping Kylo onto the ground and placed the shackles on his wrist. Then with a swish of his wrist, a white glow radiated from them.

"These Force shackles should work temporarily." He told them. "When he wakes up, I'll question him, and then we can be on our way. But first, need to return to his ship and see what I can find."

She nodded. Luke asked Chewie if the Falcon was ready, and he nodded. "Good. I want you to stay with Rey so you can be here when he wakes up. I'll be back soon!" he said, already leaving.

Chewie agreed wholeheartedly, and picked up Kylo to place him in Rey's hut. Then he stood guard outside the door.

Rey watched as Luke walked back towards their crash, wondering if Kylo really meant what he said, or if it was only a ploy.

Only one way to find out. She thought, and walked inside to wait for Kylo to wake up.