A/N: Here's a random update for you! I still really have…no clue where this is going guys, it's just short blips so far with no purpose. Maybe it'll all come together someday! Sorry for any typos!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just screw them up with the purpose to entertain others.

Don't Bring Tomorrow

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Chapter Three

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They stared at each other from across the bed, him sitting with his feet on the floor, his covered torso turned toward her, his hair a mess from bed, her sitting with her back against the cold metal wall, her knees drawn to her chest as she watched the flash of stars dance across his scarred face.

"It's you, isn't it?" Rey accused him, wrapping her arms around her knees, curled up protectively without a thought in her head that it was a childish position. Weaker in the face of someone more brutal than she.

His eyes left hers soundlessly, searching the long window, gazing out into hyperspace and it made her stomach flutter in panic. What if he could see something she couldn't?

He was vastly trained in the ways of the force, both from the light and the dark, what if he could look through the blue and see a map of the stars?

"Kylo," she bared her teeth at him as she snapped his name, hoping to startle him into refocusing on her, startling herself. "Answer me."

He glanced at her, then pushed up from the bed, towering above the single mattress, and she could feel it move as she tipped her head back to keep her eyes on his face. It was distracting, his broad shoulders, the skin-tight black of his long-sleeved shirt, his black pants. One word kept whispering through her mind when she saw him—beautiful. Beautiful and terrifying, something she had never seen before in her life, certainly not on the dusty planet of Jakku.

…a monster in the skin of a prince.

She felt the space between them, only five feet apart but as wide as a galaxy, wider still when he spoke, his shoulders straightening until he was looking down his nose at her.

"You wanted to see me," he accused. "There's no reason to pretend that it wasn't you who sent out for me, I know the truth, now." When his gaze moved to her tear stained pillow then her pinked cheeks, she felt shame boil up inside of her, churn into anger.

"So you were spying on me?" When she stood, it was a scramble, far from his graceful movement as she untangled her feet from the sheets where they landed on the frigid floor. "Are you that desperate?" Haughty, that's how she sounded as she squared up to him, close enough that the scent of his soap tickled her nose again, and she was sure she could feel his body heat radiating between them.

"Desperate?" His face was stoic with the question, lips parted as if he wanted to say something else with it, then he shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes. "The only thing I am desperate for is sleep, girl." He advanced, his form hulking as she backed up one step, then another. "But you were incessantly calling, your voice breathless, little cries spilling from your lips as you gripped your pillow and invaded my mind." The gap closed between them until her body swayed to keep their chest from touching, to keep her back from brushing the wall in a delicate balance. She could breathe in his anger now, the heat of it washing over her in waves.

"I—…"

"No matter how much you cry," a finger came up, brushing against her cheek and she could feel the dried trail from her tears rub against her skin from the friction. "No matter how much you have hope," he spat out the word like it was poisonous. "No one will come back. Not for you, not for anyone. That is not how this universe works."

She jerked her head to the side petulantly, her lower lip quivering as she swallowed the tears and let the rage bubble up. "I wasn't crying for you, I would never cry for you." It took nothing to look him back in the eyes, she wanted to see his, how they'd widen. She wanted to see how much she could hurt him like he hurt everyone else in that moment. "No one would ever cry for you." The words were bitter, and they rolled off her tongue with hate.

When his large hand clamped over her mouth, fingers like steel digging into her cheek, his thumb pressing in to hold her still she jerked back, would have knocked her head against the wall if it wasn't for the way he held her face.

"See? Do you see how easy it is to give in?" He leaned down so they were eye level, and she could wholly feel his anger now, her gaze trapped by his as she breathed harder through her nose. "Hate me, be angry, let your fury build…it's what makes you stronger." His hand jerked, shook her just enough that she grabbed his wrist with both hands to keep herself from wavering. His words should have pulled her from her ire, she knew—it was just a manipulation, but she couldn't calm her raging heartbeat, not with him so close, not with him silencing her.

"Luke is gone, you need a real teacher," his words were a soft hiss, ones she had partially heard before. "I can teach you things beyond what your mind could ever imagine." When his eyes fell to his hand on her mouth, hers fell to his lips, the way they parted. She wondered what his anger tasted like…and that jarred her enough to have her eyes widen.

He stared, his eyes now searching her face, confusion furrowing his brows, then a dawning understanding that began deep within his eyes. His hand dropped to her throat, soft fingers sliding down her neck and she could feel the callouses from his lightsaber scrape across her skin.

Her breath hitched.

"I—I lied…," Rey blurted it out as his thumb brushed her collarbone, remained there and he seemed to disconnect from whatever thoughts he was having to focus back on the present.

He said nothing, so she continued.

"Your mother," it came from her in a rush, the parting of lips, the dance of a tongue driven by nerves. "She would cry for you, she has cried for you." He let her go then, was backing away like distance would silence her. "Look, if you would just give her a chance, talk to her…" The air between them vibrated, shifted as he started shaking his head. "She's your mother, there isn't anything in this universe that she couldn't—"

"No!" He shouted, cutting her off and he was gone, the hum of the engines filling her room once again.

Rey stepped forward, did a slow turn of her room that somehow seemed colder as she looked for what had never really been there.

Fingers quivering, she brought them to her mouth, brushing them down her neck as she sat down slowly on her bed.

Had she called him…?

A/N: I think I've figured out where this is going. Yay! Leave me a review!