Authors note: sorry for the long delay! I want to my cabin with my family and it doesn't have any wifi, then got distracted with school. Notice! I am thinking about the title a bit more, so I will write what it will be called next chapter. Until then, enjoy Unnamed Reylo Fanfiction!

Rey

I woke up sore and groggy. It took effort to open my eyes so I left them shut. Until I noticed the ongoing beeping. I pulled my eyes open and hastily looked around. I was in a white bed in a white room with little computers above all the other empty beds.

I grabbed my arms, feeling the cold without my arm wraps. My arm wraps were gon! I soon noticed that I was in a new white tunic and pants. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at my clothes.

"You're awake," a familiar voice said. I craned my head to a chair right next to my bed. It was Kylo. I jumped. That monster.

"Did you?" I looked down at my new clothes. He couldn't just do that.

"No, I had one of the female officers come in," he said, taking his mask off. I sighed.

He was so calm. It's like he killed for sport. He probably did. I needed a way to get away from him.

"Well, now that I'm up, I should probably get back to my room, so… I'm gonna head out," I said, awkwardly. I pulled my feet over my bed realizing my boots were still on. I set my feet down, but quickly pulled my right foot up, wincing.

Kylo hastily came to help, grabbing my foot. I pulled away, but when he gave me a don't you dare look, I unwillingly slid my foot back into his gloveless hands. He pulled my shoe off and started rubbing my foot.

I don't know if I was shaking because I was cold, or if I was terrified, but I could feel my hands shaking, and most likely my foot too.

"You're cold, Rey," he sounded concerned, but I couldn't see his face. His hair rolled over his eyes, shielding his other features. He was probably smirking. But he was so gentle. He was letting his compassion show through again. And I wanted to hate it, but I couldn't.

I replied, quickly shrugging it off. "I'm ok, really. You don't need to do that."

He didn't stop. "You must have sprained it when you rolled your foot on that rock," he told me, rubbing it gently. I glared at him when he was looking at my foot.

After a moment, I tried again. "Really. You don't need to-"

"Try standing on it now," he interrupted, laying my foot back down. I didn't disobey him, slowly putting my shoe on and gingerly setting my foot on the floor. Nothing happened. No pain. My jaw dropped.

"How did you- you just- my foot- it…" I stuttered. Kylo flipped his hair back revealing his cocky face and chuckled.

"Force healing," he replied.

"But I thought only Jedi could do that. Not that I know about the force much," I said, twiddling with my fingers. He dimmed a little.

Adding on to his first comment, he put his gloves back on. "The dark side can do lots. But there are some things that take compassion and light to do. Force healing is a skill that must be done with love and happy thoughts."

I raised an eyebrow. "What did you think about?" I asked. I didn't know he could think happy thoughts.

Kylo paused, seeming conflicted. But then I remembered. On the command shuttle.

"I heard what you said on the way back. About me. Did you mean it?"

Kylo's breathing hitched. He curled his lips inward and looked around, searching for an excuse.

"I um..." He squeaked. I glared at him.

Then he nodded.

I blinked, bewildered.

I suddenly lost all hatred to the darksider. He was really just a lonely man who needed love.

"Oh," I said quietly. The sudden silence was uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. Y- you should go," he said, almost in a whisper. I nodded, agreeing. I swallowed hard as I walked out. My cape pulled easily off the small coat hook as the door opened. I wrapped it around my cold arms and slowly walked out.

"Your door will open for you," I heard Kylo say, his mask making his voice mechanical. I nodded again, not looking at him. Walking quickly out of the med bay, the stormtrooper guarding the door interjected the silence.

"Feeling better, miss?" The stormtrooper had a happy, female voice. I plastered on a fake smile and replied.

"Yes. Thanks to Kylo."

The stormtrooper gasped. "He lets you call him Kylo?" I looked back to make sure the door was shut.

"No, he hates me calling him that. I just don't want to call him master," I shuddered. She chuckled.

"That's Ren alright. Hey, aren't you two like… Mmm?" She asked. She tucked her blaster under her arm and locked her fingers. "Wait. That means you're… Lady Rey, excuse me. KR-502. I- I'm so sorry for my behavior I-" she gasped. I could feel my mouth gape open.

Us? Oh god, no. I thought.

"No… I'm just his student, not his girlfriend. Don't be so formal, I'm just me." I shrugged. KR-502 sighed, thankfully.

"Well, OK. I'll be around if you need anything, Rey. Line 502 on your transmitter between five and twelve, and eleven and twelve," she nodded. I smiled a real smile and started my journey to my room. It was nice to have a friend on a ship like this.

It took a bit longer to get back to my room than I expected. The halls all looked exactly the same. I tried my best to remember the way I had come from after I saw Snoke. Eventually, I found the room. Thankfully, as I walked by, one of the doors opened and it was my room. Convenient.

I flopped on the bed and pulled the blanket over me. It still felt cold. But to be honest, it was always cold here. I curled up tight and almost instantly fell asleep, thinking about what Kylo had said.

I need her.