Kylo feels like the helpless boy from years ago.

He watches helplessly as servants appeared and snatch Rey away from him. They take her without a word - it reminds him the times servants would take her like that away from him and she would cry, call out his name. But this is now. She's older. She doesn't call out for him.

Luke holds out his hand, preventing his nephew from panicking. "It's only a check up," he stated to Kylo.

His uncle's words are like fire to him. "Do you honestly think I'd hurt her?" he snarled through gritted teeth.

"No but I know that you laid a finger on her."

"She's only been gone a week," Kylo bit the words out. "She's not malnourished or injured -

"It's better to be safe than sorry," his uncle said dryly. "This is something that's not worth to be discussed."

The doctor inspects her. Inspects every single inch of her body. "How are you feeling?" the doctor asked.

"I feel fine," Rey said and she did.

The doctor's eyes shifted and went onto her notes. The doctor was an older woman, older than Master Skywalker, Rey could tell by the whites in the doctor's hair."I see," the doctor commented. She then touched Rey's arm to feel her pulse. "Your pulse is fine. Healthy. Now let's check your reaction rate."

"I'm not in shock," Rey said then. She pulled her arm away. Master Skywalker was having her examined to see if she was either physically harmed or affected from the week of being away. "I feel fine," she said again. She bit her lip hard to make herself be patient.

"It's part of policy," the doctor reminded her.

"Policy? Or orders?"

The doctor ignored her and examined her reflexes once more. And then after, she asked Rey to strip down into her undergarments. The doctor went pale at the sight. There were multiple bruises scattered on her stomach and in between the inner part of her thighs. "These bruises -

Rey blushed. "They're love bites," she said quietly. Rey hugged herself protectively then. She had more bruises on her breasts but they were concealed by her wraps.

"Oh. I see - Rey" - pause.

The doctor was quiet.

"I wanted it," Rey said then, answering the question in the doctor's head. "He was very gentle but he's a big man, I bruise easily underneath his weight." The blush deepened and reached to her collarbone. Rey wondered then how it would be like if Kylo still had a lean and thin frame - would it be more pleasurable?

"Were you guys protected?"

Rey blushed again. Unconsciously, she closed her legs as if there was still evidence in her and she needed to hide it. She shook her head feebly. She knew of the pulling out method but they didn't do that. Instead he filled her until he was empty.

"Well it's a good thing it's only been a week," the doctor said gently. The doctor left the room, without saying a word.

Rey's eyes widened at the sight of the needle that the doctor was holding. "What's that?" Rey asked her.

"You don't have to be afraid. You need this. It's a contraceptive."

"Oh," her voice was low. She couldn't help but to feel embarrassed. She grew up poor in a planet that wasn't advanced. What she knew about sex was through listening to conversations from travelers. She knew of contraceptives but they were expensive, a luxury almost. The only people that could afford it were people of high class or prostitute rings.

The doctor placed the injection down to clean Rey's arm first. "This will prevent you from getting pregnant. Do you -do you plan on being active?"

Rey's lip twitched. "I-um," she paused. She didn't thought of that. It didn't occur to her. "Eventually," she answered then.

"Well I'll give you a longer injection, a birth control injection. This will be more painful but it'll prevent you from becoming pregnant for six months," the doctor explained. "When the deadline approaches if you don't want another injection, your body will return back to normal the following day. Do you plan on being monogamous?"

Well, yes? She lost her virginity to Kylo. She can barely wrap her mind around it let alone imagine herself with another person. She nodded slowly.

"That's good. That'll reduce the chances of contracting anything but it's good to get checked up from time to time."

"I'll just a get the contraceptive shot," Rey responded. "I think I should discuss it with...him." She knew the birth control injection was a wise decision but it was a big decision and she felt that she needed to discuss with Kylo.

The doctor shook her head. "I'm given orders under Skywalker to make sure you are safe. We can't risk it."

Rey curled her fingers into a tight fist. It hurts. The injection hurts. It felt like she was being punctured with a knife. It sting - it felt like venom. Rey twitched.

"Almost done."

She counted to ten then.

"There. All done." The doctor rubbed some alcohol on the small puncture and wrapped a bandage.

"Thank you," she said. She got dressed then and headed out of the medical quarters.

She finds him then, sitting outside of the door.

He swarmed to her then and cups her face.

"I'm fine, she said to him as he inspected her. He was inspecting her as if someone had tainted his prized possession. "It was just a check up."

"What's this?" he asked, touching the bandage.

"I got a contraceptive shot," she said quietly.

"Oh."

She watches his face turn red as well. She can sense he was thinking the same thing as well. It didn't occur to them how careless they were. He came into her, released everything down to the last drop.

"Is it a contraceptive? Or a birth control injection?"

"Birth control," she said then. "It's going to last for six months."

She feels Kylo search her mind then. His eyes lowered and he frowned. It felt like a slap in the face. She was forced into having the injection."If my uncle could, he would have sterilized you." And prevent you from ever carrying my child, Kylo wanted to say. Long ago, it was forbidden for Jedi to ever marry. If masters felt like their Padawans will disobey, they would have their students sterilized to prevent it from ever happening. "But his heart softens for you."

"It's only for six months," she reminded him. "Besides it's not exactly the right time. We're in the middle of a war," she blushed then. She hadn't thought of having his child but was speaking as if she did. She's far too young and she doesn't know exactly how she felt about him. He had held her captive for a week but he showed her compassion. They had engaged in intercourse. He had freed her. She doesn't know what she felt about him but they were linked. Intertwined. And she knew he wasn't going anywhere. "And it's not like you wanted me to get pregnant."

He doesn't answer. He cups her face again and stroked her cheek. "No but I do fantasize about it. Not now but the near future." He wanted to impregnate her, craves to. He craves to fuck her every single night until sickness struck her and it was sign he had accomplished his desire.

Rey hid her face in his hand.

Rey and Kylo roamed around the island for the rest of the day. Master Skywalker allows that, allows them to settle before having them return to training the following day.

Master Skywalker was not fond of the idea of Rey being intimate with his nephew but there was nothing he could do. The two were bonded. This was beyond his control. Luke knew this very well for the Jedi Code had killed his father. That was why Luke had that specific code removed. There was so much Vader in Ben but also a lost boy.

"This will be your room," Luke said to Kylo.

Kylo doesn't say a word.

Luke doesn't mind though. He tries to be civil, tries to withhold his tongue. He knew if he lashed out now, his nephew will relapse and take Rey with him. The only thing Luke can do is ease Kylo back in. Be strategic.

Luke watched Kylo examine the room indifferently. Luke frowned for he knew that Kylo wouldn't be in the room much and instead would be sneaking into Rey's. Luke can longer pull him away from her. Luke had pulled Ben away from her, too far away. "Ben, do you take good care of her?" Luke asked then.

Kylo's eyes widened to the sound of the dead boy's name.

"Yes."

"I'm not talking to you," Luke frowned. "I'm talking to Ben."

The next day approaches and Rey couldn't help but to be concerned.

Kylo is disconnected with training. He does what he is told, does everything but she sees that he's not happy. He's disinterested. Not passionate. She knew he vowed to stand by her but he was unhappy.

"I'm not meant for this, Rey," he said to her. It was night now and they had finished their last meal. They were supposed to be in their rooms sound asleep but the weren't. He was in her room, brushing her hair. Grooming her. "You know that but I will continue to be by your side."

"What interests you? What motivates you?"

"You."

Rey bit her lip. "Besides that. What makes you passionate?"

Kylo shrugged. "I don't know. I've been controlled my whole life, Rey."

"You always liked reading. Learning." She had always found Ben reading on his free time, she recalled.

"Yes, I do."

A memory surfaces of Ben reading to her, teaching her how to read. She remembers it how engrossed he was in teaching her words, teaching her to connect them with the pictures. Kylo sees her thoughts and brushed her hair even more gently.

"I'd always like teaching others," he beamed.

A smile crept upon her face. "I know." She remembers it, their first fight when he told her that she needed a teacher. She remembers then how well Ben did on all of his written exams - and how easy it was for him to pick up any language. Ben - Kylo - he was more of a scholar than a fighter. "After the war is over, if you could what would you teach?" She knew that all of this was hypothetical but it was nice to think about.

He stopped brushing her hair and thought for a while. "Reading. Literature - or maybe world history - but it's only a dream."

Rey turned to look at him. "Why do you think that?"

He laughed bitterly. "Rey, I don't belong in this world. I have no place here. I couldn't be the chosen one. I couldn't be the loyal follower of Snoke. I couldn't be a general that my parents wanted." He thought about teaching long ago but since the beginning he knew that was out of the question. For how could the son of Princess Leia and Han Solo be only a mere teacher?

"I don't think you're meant to be a fighter."

He blinked.

"I don't think you're meant for any form of violence, positive or negative. I think that's why your whole life you felt so distant from both sides." She touched his hands and held them out to feel his palms. "You have a temper yes. You have violent tendencies yes. But I think that came from all the expectations that people have placed on you."

Her words bring a light in him. "I was never meant for greatness," he said quietly. There was relief in his tone.

"I didn't say that -

"I know, I'm saying it for myself."

A week had passed. And then another. And another.

Rey had noticed a change in Kylo. He still does training with her. He's more at peace with himself but he was also distant from her. Three weeks had passed since they had ran away together. She knows it was of Master Skywalker's doing. She knew this, felt it in her bones. Now and then, Skywalker would speak with Kylo in private.

He still follows her like a shadow, a second layer of skin but it's been two weeks since they slept together. It's been three weeks since he had kissed her - held her. They slept in separate rooms that were on opposite quarters but he hadn't snuck in to lay with her - to just sleep. It had weeks since he told her that he loved her.

She doesn't know what Luke and Kylo talk about but she knew well that Master Skywalker was responsible for Kylo's distance from her.

She knows that he loves her still. But this was unacceptable. She knew well that Luke was intimidating him, constantly reminding him to not make a mistake in hurting her. Don't get Rey wrong, she doesn't blame Luke for being protective. She's upset that Kylo was letting someone push him around again. Kylo, her Kylo was a force that could never be controlled -

Did she just addressed him as hers?