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Rey was left completely alone for two days after the incident with FN-007. She knew it was there way of punishing her, by leaving her all alone. It made her laugh to herself. She had lived alone for more than 10 years on Jakku, why would this bother her?
The quarters she was given were much more minimal with furniture. She had a one bedroom with a fresher in the back. She was given a simple bed, table for four, and one bookshelf. Rey moved the bed herself to face her large window out to space, quite surprised the First Order didn't bolt things to the floor.
Rey was delivered food by a small droid that entered through a floor vent. It would beep at her after setting her meals up. The dishes were simple, yet plentiful. The portions seemed double anything she had ever had. The same droid also ensured she had finished her medical treatment for her hip, that now just was sore in the mornings.
Rey knew that the time was nearing where the Finalizer was attempting to intercept Finn and Poe. It made her anxious, but she focused her energy into exercise. She filled the two days with different style of push ups, sit-ups, and mediation.
At the moment, Rey began to still her mind of her racing thoughts. Her hands beneath her as she slowly did a handstand on the dining table. Focusing on her breaths, Rey felt the pain in her arms dissipate. Her mind becoming blank. She slowly raised one arm, so that she was doing a one-handed hand stand. Her blood no longer rushing to her head, but flowing as if she was upright. Rey imagined the force guiding her blood slowly through her body. She imagined the cells communicating.
With her eyes closed, Rey focused on the closest item to her, a chair. Without opening her eyes, she could see the chair rising up to stand on one leg.
Rey smiled to herself. Slowly she used her mind throughout the room, picking up each item. Appreciating its existence. Total control wrapped her body.
The strong whoosh of her door opening startled her, making her eyes open. Rey's entire bedroom/dining room was floating with ease in the air. Control tumbled out from underneath Rey and she, along with the items, smashed loudly to the floor. The table Rey had balanced on had been floating as well, so it made Rey topple over it.
Rey whirled up to face her visitor, feeling an annoyance rising in her chest.
"Skywalker taught you many things in your short time with him."
Kylo Ren seemed perfectly still, with his mask on, and hands behind his back.
"He never taught me that. I had never done that before."
Rey moved, picking up the nearest chair. Her mind pushing out against Kylo Ren's. She briefly felt a wave of envy hit her, but she was quickly shut off from his emotions.
"As you are aware, We have located your so-called friends, and have sent destroyers and fighters to intercept them."
Rey picked up another chair, not looking at Kylo Ren. Her body merely pausing at his mention of the word friends.
"Why are you telling me this? To torture me?"
"To teach you. Friends. Family. All words to cloak weakness."
Rey moved to the farthest corner of her bed, facing out toward the stars and space. Her eyes searching for her friends. She pulled her knees to her chest, clutching herself.
"They make me strong. I was strong before all this. I became stronger with them." "You can become more powerful. More powerful than the General. Even Supreme Leader Snoke...I can sense it."
Kylo Ren stood next to her, same military position, staring out at space. Rey snorted at his statement.
"More powerful than you?"
Kylo Ren tensed.
"That remains to be seen."
"So why bring me to Snoke, if he senses that I can overpower him...wouldn't he just kill me?" Kylo Ren looked down at her. Silent.
Rey shifted and stood next to him, her arms crossed over her chest. She hated his vague silence.
"I prefer you without the mask. Even though I gave you a reason to wear one."
Kylo Ren stormed away from her, Rey realizing he may be leaving. A thud told her that he had thrown his helmet off. Rey turned to see him at the table, helmet sitting there, and he wasn't looking at her.
"The Supreme Leader never wastes potential. If he senses your power like I do, He will ask me to remove you." "And will you?" Kylo Ren met her eyes. His voice torn and wavering.
"I am unsure of my future." Rey felt herself relax against his honesty.
"Will Snoke train me? The Knights of Ren?" "Why do you have so many questions?" "I never really had anyone to question for most of my life. My life hangs in the balance."
Kylo Ren stepped into Rey's personal space. His eyes searching her face, as if he had never seen her before. His height made Rey feel small...their chests had merely a few inches between them.
"It was truly that lonely?"
Rey was determined to not waver under this tactic. Her stomach doing backflips. Her tone came out stern and almost icy.
"Death at points seemed more social."
Her eyes suddenly were very focused on the scar she gave him. Unaware of her body for a moment, Rey reached out, lightly trailing her finger down his scar. Before she could fully trail it, Kylo Ren grabbed her wrist roughly.
"Do not feel sympathy for me." Rey smirked.
"For you? Never."
Before Rey could pull her wrist away, Kylo Ren slammed them both into the large window. He was using his own body strength, rather than the force. His arms pinning her to the window. Rey felt hate boil over. She hated that he could overpower her in this moment. Her strength was barely what it use to be.
"Can you feel that? That sensation."
Rey struggled against him, pushing at his chest. He was sending her a wash of different emotions from lust to hate.
"I feel nothing."
"I can feel it. That hate boiling in your blood. Use it. Use that as your strength. Push me off of you."
Rey pushed at him again with her hands. She grunted at her weakness.
"Get off of me."
Kylo Ren did something she least expected, grabbing her face with his hand. His eyes were locked on her lips and he was closing in fast. Rey's rage bubbled over and she felt a power vibrating within her. It felt like an eruption.
Kylo Ren was thrown off of her, across the room. He slammed hard into the doorway, crumbling to the ground with a yell.
Rey stepped forward, stumbling herself. She was trying to catch her breath.
Kylo Ren stood up. He looked a mixture of angry, exhaustion, and fear. He was staring behind her now.
Rey turned to find a crack in her window, her massive Finalizer window. Her mind reviling from the sight. Her power had been able to crack it. She heard Kylo Ren move toward his helmet, placing it back on. He adjusted his clothes.
"Droids will repair the window." The robotic voice couldn't quite cover his tone of surprise.
Rey was still panting a bit. Her hate clearly written on her face.
Kylo Ren moved out of her room, but not before stopping at the door.
"You have power." "You touch me again. I will end you." was all that Rey could muster out.
Kylo Ren paused as if he were to say something, but chose against it.
He was gone leaving Rey with her thoughts.