By: MJ
Part One, the elevator- Setting: Rey and Kylo Ren stand in the brightly lit elevator ascending to snoke's throne room
The tight cold metal handcuffs press uncomfortably into Rey's soft wrists. She stares at the sliding glass door to the elevator, frantically trying to think of a way out of her situation. Behind her, she can feel Kylo's dark eyes fixed on her frame. The force bond between them allows her to reach out and feel him through her thoughts. It's a strange feeling, as if you are prying open someone's mind and rifling through the contents. She feels his inner turmoil with an almost painful intensity. She pushes a little further into his mind and slams into a wall of sheer panic. Kylo Ren's face twitches ever so slightly as he pushes her out of his head.
"You don't have to do this." Rey turns her head over her shoulder, wanting to see his eyes, his pale ever- emotional face as she reads him.
"I feel the conflict in you, it's tearing you apart."
Kylo doesn't need to reply to her. They both know it's the truth. He's grown up in a world where his powers have protected him from everything, but not from her. With Rey, he can't hide his true thoughts and feelings. He feels vulnerable, because she is the only person who can see him, truly him, and yet he can't hate her for it. Rey's voice interrupts his chain of thoughts.
"Ben," She spins around to fully face him, and suddenly she was everywhere, her big hazel eyes burning with hope seemed to take up the whole world. He suddenly had the sensation that he was falling into them, deep into her beautiful bright mind.
"When we touched hands I saw your future. Just the shape of it, but solid and clear." She advances toward him, her voice raising with confidence. Her well worn boots make soft pattering sounds like rain as she steps closer to him.
"You will not bow before Snoke." She looks up at him, burning bright with confidence like an ember. His face was only inches away from hers as she spoke, sharing the same breath.
"You'll turn." She says softer, looking into his dark eyes. For a minute her gaze flickers down to his pale pink lips. Kylo's hand flicks out unexpectedly and Rey stiffens, but he uses the force to unlock her heavy metal cuffs and they fall to the floor with an echoy clang. She brings her hands in front of her and rubs her sore wrists, then looks at him in surprise. For a second their eyes lock and he can sense her gratefulness through their ever present link. His dark mocha eyes flit away from her face shyly.
She leans closer to him. "I'll help you." She says in the softest whisper. Kylo says nothing, yet she can feel him drinking her in, as he tries to understand this beautiful strange girl that knows every corner of his mind. He raises a black gloved hand, slowly, wanting to reach out and touch her as if to make sure she's real. She notices and takes his hands, slowly pulling at the stiff leather gloves, exposing the soft pale skin of his wrists interwebbed with faint blue veins. She feels him stiffen distrustfully. "Trust me" She whispers to him, looking deep into his dark compelling eyes, frigid with fear. Ever so slowly he melts, lowering his defences and letting her slip off his gloves and tuck them into the side of her waseband. She looks at his hand, gently interlacing her tan fingers through his soft pale ones.
A bolt of energy shoots through both of them. Suddenly they could feel each other, their bodies connecting through the force. The blood in their veins seemed to flow right through their skin and into each other's bodies, pulsing with life. They had one heartbeat, their hearts matching up in perfect rhythm. She could feel his pain, his turmoil and sorrow. He could feel her courage and hope.
The space between Rey's dark eyebrows was creased and her eyes were shut. Her face was the picture of serenity, completely still, she looked like a beautiful statue. Their hands were still clasped to the side when Kylo's dark fringe of lashes fluttered open.
Kylo could feel her breathing soft and warm against his cheek. Somehow they had ended up in each other's arms, his long black cloaked arm around her waist and her tan lively hand resting on his muscular shoulder, no space left between them. Her breathing slowly evened to a slow, steady pace, and she gently slipped her clasped hand out of his, winding her arms around his neck. Her warm hand slipped just under the high collar of his uniform, brushing the marble skin of his neck. His other hand rounded her slender waist, ruffling the fabric of her white toga. His breath russeld her hair gently as they stayed locked in an embrace. She smelled like pine trees and sea air, and all the beautiful things in the whide white galaxy.
Suddenly he never wanted to be without her, no matter the rebellion and the dark side and Snoke. He wanted forever to swim in her warm hazel eyes and hear her soft voice. There was so much between them, and yet nothing at all.
"Rey," he whispered in a voice so soft it was barely audible, "I saw something too." She gently pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. He went on, burning with dark intensity and power.
"Because of what I saw I know when the moment comes, you'll be the one to turn." Rey slowly took in what he was saying and stated to pull away, her face crumbling with disbelief.
"You'll stand with me." Kylo could feel her disappointment and sorrow as her hands slid away from his neck and landed on his chest. He slowly let her go as she pushed away from him.
"Rey," He said, reaching out again to her. "I saw who your parents are." She looked definitely at him as she backed away. The door behind her opened and she spun on her heel to face Snoke.