Rey

She sat in the back of the command ship in a corner on the floor. They had gone straight from the training room to the hanger without saying a word to each other which she was grateful for. She kept going over what he told her about the Jedi, Sith, and the force.

She agreed with Ren about not having a family, that's all her life had been about was waiting for hers to come back and collect her from Jakku. She knew that whomever had left her there must have had a good reason, they must have loved her and they would be back for her, but she wasn't there anymore. Greif flooded her, she would never know the family that was coming back for her. What if they had already returned and looking for her, they wouldn't know that she was being held prisoner by the First Order. If she were to never get back to Jakku she would never have a family.

Which brought her back to Fin, the storm trooper who went rouge, her first friend. She had hoped he had made it to the outter rim, she hoped that her friend was safe and away from the First Order. She knew that if they ever found him he would be executed as a traitor, which was he really? He didn't sign up to be a storm trooper, they took him from a family and warped his small mind as a child to support them, to do their bidding. How could he be a traitor to something he was required to support?

She looked at the journal that was laying in her lap, thinking about Anakin Skywalker and his love for Padme. How this boy was born a slave, but became a Jedi. The man who wrote such beautiful words about the woman he would give his life for, the woman who carried his children. She wondered if there would ever be a person that could feel that way for her. Could someone love a scavenger from Jakku or did that only happen with beautiful Queens. She remembered the sketch of Padme Amidala that he had penciled in the journal and she was indeed beautiful, and smart, and strong. Someone that could easily find love.

She placed her face in her hands and the tears started to fall from her eyes partially from all the loss she had suffered lately, and believing her to be unlovable.

She jumped when she felt his touch on her shoulder, the tickle that it caused. She looked up, he was kneeling beside her, he wasn't wearing his mask, and she saw the concern in his brown eyes. Before she knew what she was doing she wrapped her arms around his neck and cried on his shoulder.

Kylo Ren

He could feel her sadness, it was crushing him. He wanted to go to her, sooth her. He got up and found her in a corner on the floor crying into her hands. He had to stop it somehow. He knelt down beside her and rested his hand on her shoulder, just so she knew that she wasn't alone, to try to calm her through their bond. Before he knew it her arms were around his neck and she was sobbing into his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her, letting her use his shoulder to catch her tears. He remembered when he was a child crying, usually when his father would leave and he was afraid that he wouldn't come back, his mother would hold him. She would stroke his hair telling him that his father would be back and not the worry.

He sat on the hard floor and lifted her into his lap, she allowed him, still crying but not as much as before. He had cradled her like he would a child. Taking off his glove with his teeth and setting it aside he used his thumb to dry her tears. He needed her to calm down for her sake, but mostly his. Her sorrow was overwhelming him and he would do anything to make it stop, but she seemed to cry even harder after he dried her tear. Damn it! He didn't know what to do! This was unknown territory for him.

He put his other hand around her and hugged her to his chest, and started to rock her like his mother would do for him. She was still crying but it started to slow, he kept rocking until her tears quit. He felt her breathing had steadied, she had gone to sleep in his arms. He loosened his hug around her so he could see her face. It was blotchy and red but he still thought her beautiful, she was his light, and he never wanted it extinguished.

They were at the Finalizer, just suspended in space, he didn't want to wake her, enjoying her in his arms. He looked at the journal that laid on floor and knew how his grandfather felt, the over powering emotions that he had for his grandmother. He was in love with the scavenger and would do anything in his power to protect her.

He lifted her hand into his, feeling her soft skin against his, she nuzzled her face closer to his chest sighing. Placing her hand gently in her lap he cupped her face, rubbing his thumb lightly against her cheek. Her eyes popped open, and she started slapping off his hand.

Rey

She felt a tickle on her face, something was crawling on her cheek. She woke up and started to slap it off her face. She was in shock, Ren was holding her in his arms, watching her sleep. His mask was off and he was just watching her with those rich brown eyes. She scrambled to get off his lap wincing in pain from her injury. She was so embarrassed remembering she had thrown her arms around him like some common prostitute. "I am so sorry!" She felt the need to apologize, she didn't know what else to do.

She watched as he stood up, putting his hand up to make her stop. "There is nothing to apologize about Rey, you were overcome by emotions. You know more than anyone how I feel about emotions."

She wondered if he were just trying to be nice quickly dismissing that though. This was Ren, Dark Side user, a killer, a monster, but was he really? She was so confused about him, nothing he did made sense. The most complicated man in the galaxy seemed to be an understatement.

"Let's get you a shot and we will go home."

Home? That wasn't her home. She didn't want to fight though, she was tired and in pain. She wanted to curl up and sleep for days. A though of this being just a dream made her feel better, this is just a dream. I'm in Maz's castle in one of the rooms dreaming a three day long dream.

Three days! Was that all that had passed? She really wasn't sure, just a shot in the system, but it felt like it had been an eternity since she was saving BB8.

Kylo Ren

He sat in the war room going through battle plans for D'Qar with the higher ranking officers. He knew the only way he could capture the General was to go to the fight himself. He wasn't worried about the fight, he was worried about seeing her though. Would he be able to go through with it? He knew he needed something to push him to the dark side fully and her murder would definitely do it, but he was unsure he could. It would be his ultimate test.

His thoughts turned to Rey and the loneliness she felt, the want and need for a family. She was the lucky one, she had no real attachments to others. If Luke had gotten to her first he would have had the perfect Jedi, strong with the force and longing for acceptance from someone.

"Master Ren?"

He shifted his attention to the Major that called him, he vaguely recalled what he was saying about drawing them out and using a second attack to capture them.

"I will collect General Organa, she is our main objective in this strike. I need her alive."

"Yes Master Ren, we shall be prepared and on our way immediately." The Major responded

Rey

She had been on the Finalizer for days now, Ren would be gone most of the day instructing her to meditate which she learned quickly she wasn't good at it. He had done his best to help her center her being, and feel the force in everything that surrounded her. Every time she tried her mind would start to wander, she would think about her friends, Jakku and if her family were there looking for her, but mostly her thoughts would turn to the perplexity that was Ren.

When they returned he had taken her to her quarters, which she learned were attached to his. She wasn't thrilled about that knowing he could march in her room any time he wanted but once she realized this was his ship to command he could do that anywhere he would have placed her. She admitted to herself it was a lot nicer than a cell or that dreaded interrogation table she had been strapped to. It had a bed, not overly big, a table in the corner where she could dine or study and her favorite thing in the room was a plant. It was as tall as here, the waxy leaves green and yellow, there were small white fragrant flowers scattered on its branches. Ren had told her it would help her meditate, she could use it to feel the flow of the force.

She looked at the door as it lifted and he strode in taking off his helmet as he walked to her. "I've got to go off ship, I will return as soon as I can."

She didn't understand why he would even tell her this, it wasn't like she hadn't ever been alone before. She noticed he had a lot on his mind, he was nervous. "Why?"

"I have to do what I can to keep Hux from killing a planet."

She bit the bottom of her lip, worry flooded her. He was going into battle, what if he didn't come back? Why would she care if he didn't come back other than he was the only thing keeping her from a death from the First Order. She watched him kneel in front of her, he lifted her chin to look into her eyes, the tickle where his gloved hand was on her skin. His brown eyes seemed to be pleading with her but she couldn't figure out what he was trying to tell her. Before she knew what he was going to do his lips were on hers, a gentle kiss, her stomach flipped from it, and she kissed him back. She could feel a need in his kiss but as soon as it started he pulled away. She wanted to pull him back to continue it, she didn't understand why, he was still a monster. He was going soon to kill more people, good people, people that she once was trying to help, trying to get the map to Luke Skywalker to. Why would she want to kiss this monster?

"Rey, I've instructed Captain Phasma to take you back to Jakku if I don't come back."

She was confused, she couldn't ever think that he could die. She had seen what he could do there is no way that anyone could kill him. The thought of going back to Jakku should have excited her, but this monster had been shown such compassion for her she didn't want his death to be the reason of her return. He couldn't die, there were too many questions that were left unanswered.

"Ren, do you feel the tickle?" She felt foolish asking, what if he didn't. What if it were the feelings of revolt just like when she would feel physically sick when he was near at times.

He smiled and sat down on the floor with her. "It's a force link. I suspect for some reason we've had one even before we met. I also suspect that the day I interrogated you we formed a bond. It's extremely rare, and little is understood about them."

She sat there thinking about what he had just told her. They had a bond? He knew about it but left her in the dark about the odd feeling it created. She felt annoyance creeping up inside her. She knew so little and he knew so much, but instead of him teaching her like he said he would he had been gone all the time telling her to meditate, to learn to feel the force. He was a horrible teacher!

"Rey, when was the first time you saw me?"

She didn't understand the question, it was in the forest. "The forest."

"Are you sure?"

She thought back before their first encounter, the call to the lightsaber. The fear she felt when she touched it, the horrible things she saw. She was going over it and remembered his unstable saber plunging through a man that was about to kill her. That was the first time she had seen Ren. She didn't want to tell him about it, the vision that still frightened her, that gave her more questions than answers. But wasn't that what he had been doing, or trying to do? Answer her questions.

"I found a saber, when I touched it…" She was still hesitant to tell him about what she saw.

"Let me see Rey, it won't hurt. If you think about what you saw I can see it." He said, there was an eagerness in his voice which made her weary. She remembered him in her head before, the pain of something that shouldn't have been there.

She nodded, she was nervous, remembering him coming after her with his saber, did she want him to see that? She felt his hand cupping her face, she leaned her head in his hand closing her eyes. She could feel her thoughts invaded but it was nothing like before, it was more of breeze flowing through her mind, a whisper that wasn't hers. She thought about being at the castle, hearing a child crying in a distance and following it down the stairs.