Author's Note: I do not own Star Wars, nor am I making any money off this. I have no apologies: I am Reylo TRASH—on this ship until it sinks. Please know that I do not support abusive relationships in any tangible way, but I am drawn to the dark/light, yin-yang thing that is the phenomenon of Reylo. The Porgs want peace, love, and constructive criticism! R&R please!

Field of Vision

Chapter One

Long after Snoke's death, their unique connection continued, and neither could seem to figure out why.

After the Rebels' last major stand, Rey was back on the island at Ahch-To, honoring Luke by continuing her training. Her only company were the Caretakers and the Porgs, and Leia, when she could. She took on the most rigorous training outlined in the ancient Jedi texts; there was no time left for dawdling. She needed to learn to be a real Jedi and she needed to learn fast.

Rey was meditating in a cave, searching for answers when it happened again.

It was towards the end of her daily training when she was leaning over a dark puddle along the rocky coast, simply exhausted and gazing back at her tired, haggard reflection when she could've sworn she was hallucinating. An unmasked Kylo Ren appeared behind her image in the watery glass.

She jumped back from the puddle; afraid he was somehow in it, when she fell backwards stumbling into his legs. Rey cried out in surprise, quickly scrambling away from him on all fours, hands somehow finding all the tiny, sharp rocks in the process. He did not look pleased to see her.

The answer to their question was glaring them in the face. They were connected to each other again.

"How can this be?" Rey shouted over the sound of waves crashing into the rocky cliff. She wasn't pleased to see him either. All he could do was stare at her, his arms crossed menacingly.

"Snoke is dead. This should've ended with him," he said with an air of arrogance, layered with confusion.

"Well, obviously it didn't," she replied sharply, standing up and wiping her wet and debris-covered hands on her pant legs.

They avoided looking at each other, the prolonging silence made things increasingly more awkward. Wounds from their "breakup" in Snoke's throne room were still fresh, sowing a feeling of deep distrust and immeasurable hurt from both of them.

"You can leave anytime now," she said irritably.

"I wish I could," he replied flatly under his breath. "It's not like I wasn't in the middle of something when I got pulled here..."

His unusual tone caused Rey to look over at him again, curiously evaluating his image. Her eyes narrowed, suspicious, he wasn't wearing his normal sleek, black mantel identifying him as the master of the Knight of Ren. Instead, he was wearing a loose gray tunic with his sleeves rolled halfway up his arms with matching, long linen trousers. He was barefoot.

"What were you doing?" she asked, desperately curious as to why he wasn't wearing his normal dark and commanding ensemble.

"None of your business, scavenger scum."

Rey scoffed at him, turning away again. This encounter was becoming a little unbearable.

And just as sudden as the vision came, he'd left again. His departure left her with the same awful sense of rejection kneading deep in the pit of her gut, just the way she once rejected him. It frustrated her, knowing the connection existed once again between them, no matter how much they didn't want to see each other.

They were like restless spirits across the galaxy, waiting for the moment in which they would have to reconcile with each other. Burdened with anticipation of the unknown, they both knew it was going to happen again.

xx

The second time it happened, it could not have frightened her more.

Rey was the spirit of visitation tonight for the most inopportune situation. She had been zapped straight out of her training on the island, lightsaber still active, and dropped into a horrifying scene straight from one of her nightmares.

Previously, neither had been able to truly experience each other's surroundings in the connection, until now. Rey quickly shut off her lightsaber and hid in the nearest corner she could find. She was granted limited visibility into the room, but it was enough to learn what was going on. Several abused-looking Rebels were being held captive in this room. Kylo Ren and a small army of Stormtroopers were present, interrogating and torturing them.

One prisoner in particular had the unfortunate fate of being interrogated by Kylo Ren himself, feeling the full force of the kind of pain only the Dark Side could conceive, as he resisted his captors. The man screamed and shook violently in his restraints, waiting for it all to end. This went on for a few minutes, making Rey sick to her stomach, wondering if she should intervene.

Luckily, her decision was made for her as the door exploded open and more Rebels came pouring in, a battle immediately ensuing between them and the Stormtroopers. Rey found herself caught in the middle, ducking low to escape the crossfire.

Kylo noticed her straightaway, however the others had not. Blinded by his fury in that moment, he did not immediately realize this was a Force vision, and without thinking rushed towards her, but not before being clipped repeatedly in the side by Rebel fire. Rey scrambled over to help him, pulling him out of the line of fire and into the shelter of a nearby closet. Kylo was bleeding everywhere he'd been hit, but the energy and excitement had left him stubborn.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled, struggling to stand on his own.

Rey was shocked by his stubbornness even as she tried to staunch the bleeding in his side. "I'm helping you!"

But he didn't like that.

"Just stop it!" he shouted, shaking her free and stumbling pitifully to the floor in the process.

Hurt once again, Rey backed away from him, completely upset by the entire ordeal. She looked down at her hands, trembling and covered in his blood.

"Why can't you just accept it?" she asked. "Don't you find it interesting that I arrived just at the right moment?" she asked, rounding on him as he clambered to his feet.

Kylo wasn't paying attention to her as he doubled-over against the wall, clutching his side in immense pain, but looked up sharply at her words.

"It's not like I asked for you to be here," he said bitterly. But she knew it was a lie. She could sense the truth burn underneath his pride.

Feeling angry and betrayed, Rey lunged for his shoulders with all her might and slammed him hard against the wall, drawing a pained roar out of him. "Didn't you?" she shouted, questioning his entire charade.

He tried to straighten up as best as his wounds would allow, staring back at her as fiercely as she was at him.

"I'd run you through if I knew it would give me peace," she threatened, detaching the weapon from her hip and pressed its cool edge aggressively into his gut.

Startled by her sudden tenacity, he could sense how deep her anger ran towards him and decided to back off. It shouldn't have even phased him, with his tough guy attitude, but it stung him to read her feelings of regret for pulling him from the line of fire. Kylo stewed in his conflict, unsure of himself for once.

Before he had the chance to respond, she'd gone. He swallowed hard, feeling intense shame while the wounds in his body ached.

Outside the safety of the closet, he could hear additional Troopers enter and subdue the Rebel threat, knowing that if he were found like this, he would appear every bit the coward he was. Deep down, Ben Solo knew it but couldn't say it; he owed her his life. If it weren't for Rey, Kylo Ren would probably be dead.

xx

The third time it happened, Kylo knew he needed to somehow make it up to her. Perhaps, he thought, there was something to this private connection after all. He didn't have to hide anything from anyone this way.

It was nighttime wherever she was. Rey was sitting wrapped in a blanket with her back facing him, the outline of her body illuminated in a warm orange glow. Kylo gathered she must be in front of a fire, lost deep in thought, since she made no indication she noticed his presence.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

Rey nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice, completely unaware he was there.

"By the stars," she swore under her breath, gathering the blanket tighter around herself.

She finally turned around, somewhat glad to see him, however irritated she was at him for scaring her. She had become lonely in her isolation, and was almost glad to see him again, but she hadn't yet forgotten their latest, hostile encounter.

"Kylo," was all she said by way of greeting. Her face was cast in shadow from the fire behind her, but he could still read her feelings.

"Why did you do it?" he asked again, his voice more gentle.

Rey pondered her answer for a moment, almost choosing not to entertain him. But she didn't actually need to say anything, not to him. She gathered her feelings and presented them to him like warm sun rays breaking through grey clouds on a cold winter's day. He was overwhelmed by it all, and had difficulty reciprocating his feelings, but still he tried. He felt regret—such regret—and wanted to let her know, somehow. He wanted her to know that she still meant more to him than he was letting on, and that he wouldn't hurt her ever again.

They stayed in each other's company for hours, feeling the Force surround them, saying all the things that needed to be said without a single syllable uttered.

"Because I knew you would do it for me," she finally whispered into the solitary darkness.

xx

The fourth time it happened, it was completely accidental.

Rey appeared suddenly like an apparition in a dark room. Everything was shrouded in darkness, save for the blue glow of an active holoreader illuminating the shape of Kylo Ren.

She faced his back as he sat oddly still, wrapped in the blackest cloak around his big shoulders. He looked intimidating shrouded in so much darkness.

Rey crept closer to him, curious as to where she was. All that she could see clearly was him, the glow of the holoreader, and the shadowy presence of a large room. The details of her vision were smudged like charcoal on rock, unusual for their recent visions.

"Kylo," she whispered into the darkness, hearing it echo strangely around her. Rey felt like she was floating on air as she walked across the room.

Quickly, Kylo looked up at the sound of her voice like a child that had been caught stealing. Clumsily, he tried to hide the holograms full of maps and diagrams, but Rey caught sight of a few things before he could completely shut them off. Her heart sank as she recognized what was on those maps.

"What was that," Rey asked, terrified of her discovery.

"Nothing, uh," he said as he tried to shuffle more unseen things off his desk.

"Those were maps of all the last Resistance outposts," Rey asked with a trembling voice. "What are you doing?" she cried, reaching out to grab his arm.

The contact was cold and abrupt, sending a rush of electricity through their connected arms.

"Stop trying to change it, Rey. This war will keep going until it outlasts us both. Believe me. I wish things were different,"

Rey slapped him across the face. Hard.

His eyes went unfocused for a moment, hardening his heart against her.

"Don't do it, Ben. Please," she begged, reaching out to the man she knew was buried underneath the mask. The Rebels were in trouble and she had no idea if they knew what was coming for them.

"You're the Supreme Leader now, right?" she mocked him, eyes welling with tears. "Then do something worthy of the title! Stop this offensive—whatever it is your First Order is trying to do! It won't make things better!" she begged.

"I must," he said, gritting his teeth. "Or they will kill me."

Suddenly, they heard an echo of a knock on the door, drawing his attention away from the tears streaming down her fair face. He looked scared.

It felt far away to Rey, though he knew it was much closer. She wanted to know more. He turned around to say something significant, but she had vanished.