An unmasked Kylo Ren stood leaning against the kitchen counter, his large dark eyes revealing a gaze of noticeable familiarity.

"You," she said under her breath in astonishment.

His serious eyes remained on hers a moment longer before they shifted down to the fruit she had dropped onto the ground. He lifted his hand from his side. The fruit immediately flew past Rey and landed in his bare palm.

Eyes wide as a deer's, Rey searched Kylo's face, his seemingly calm expression revealing nothing as he studied the fruit in his hand. He was taller than Rey had remembered, more domineering. His hair seemed shorter than how she'd remembered it. Her eyes moved across the faint pink scar that snaked from under his eye to his forehead. The scar I gave him, she remembered.

She blinked repeatedly, trying to clear her mind, to asses the situation. Kylo Ren's eyes flickered back to hers, and Rey's heart began to beat in her ears, her hands trembling. She quickly scanned the room for something to use as a weapon, but the blood drained from her face with despondency as she saw no such thing.

"Breathe," Ren said suddenly, and Rey realized her breath had been caught in her throat. She let out a quick breath. "You've hid well, Scavenger," he said flatly, his eyes unwavering, focused. "And yet, now here you are before me."

Rey glared back at Ren, attempting but failing to hide the growing fear on her face. She suddenly sensed he was attempting to probe her mind. She grimaced as she strained to fight off his attempts, keeping him out of her head. He then immediately backed off, and she tried returning the favor, attempting to force her way into his mind, but couldn't.

"You've gotten stronger," he remarked, glancing down at the fruit in his hand before meeting her eyes once again. "But not strong enough. I learned most of what I needed to already." He annunciated his words with precision, tilting his head slightly as he watched her closely.

Rey narrowed her eyes, taking a small step behind her back towards the window. "Where am I? Why am I here?"

Ren turned sideways, setting the fruit on the counter next to him, straightening his posture. He looked at her askance, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly. "You're my guest."

Rey's face contorted, remembering when he'd last told her this, when she was his prisoner on the starship. Her thoughts raced as she remembered drifting in and out of consciousness, to when she'd heard a familiar deep voice. "Don't be afraid," the voice had said. Her eyes widened with realization, shocked that she hadn't immediately realized that it had been his.

"It was you...you helped me?" She said with growing recognition. She shook her head in utter disbelief.

Ren's expression grew somber, his eyebrows lowering over his dark eyes as he turned to face her.

"I don't—I don't understand."

A flash of annoyance crossed Ren's features, his eyes growing darker. "Would you have rather me let them have their way with you?" He hissed.

Rey was still frozen in a state of shock, confounded why her known adversary would have decided to rescue her.

"You do realize had I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already," he said, his head tilting again.

Rey breathed quickly, her heart continuing to race. With growing discomfort, she felt that he looked at her as a cat does a mouse.

She studied Kylo, still trying to figure out his motives. His posture was not tense, yet she sensed that he was still guarded. Again Rey felt his presence seeping into her mind, but she pushed him back out.

Ren's eyes moved over her body, and Rey instinctively yanked her drooping blouse up over her bare shoulder, but he didn't seem to take notice. "You're still weak," he said.

"Why did you help me?" Rey scowled, ignoring his remark.

Kylo's jaw seemed to tighten, and he took a single step away from the counter towards her. She instinctively pressed back, placing her palms against the glass window behind her.

"Would you rather I hadn't?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow. He took another step in her direction, and Rey felt cornered. "For one who seems so strong with the Force, I'm surprised you couldn't have helped yourself," he gibed. His expression grew more serious, his eyes silently searching hers left and right.

Kylo then moved as if to turn around, but stopped as Rey tried to reach into his thoughts; however, Kylo again blocked her immediately. He glowered at her.

"You're walking a thin line, Rey," he hissed, his eye twitching in annoyance. She for some reason flinched at the sound of her own name; she'd never heard him call her anything but "Scavenger."

Rey's head was still throbbing with pain, and she had a growing feeling of dizziness. She rubbed her forehead quickly, reluctant to break her gaze from her opponent. "Where are we?" She asked again.

"You require rest. I trust you won't be running off any time soon in this condition," he taunted, ignoring her question. He then turned and began walking away.

"Wait," Rey called confusedly, following him for a few steps, but stopped herself to maintain careful distance. Kylo stopped and turned in the archway connecting the foyer to the kitchen, a look of obvious annoyance crossing his features as he glared back at her. "How long have I been here?" She asked.

He hesitated before answering. "Two and a half days, counting this afternoon."

Her eyes widened. "Two days?" She exclaimed.

"Did I stutter?" His brows furrowed as he stared at her for a brief moment, then he continued through to the entry area.

"Where are you going?" Rey called, panic rising in her voice, but there was no answer. She let out a long breath, slowly relaxing her hands that had balled into fists. She eyed her half-eaten fruit that still sat on the counter, and hesitantly moved to pick it back up. Her body weakening, she gripped the counter for support as she took a few small bites, but realizing she'd lost her appetite, she set it back down.

Rey stared through the kitchen archway silently for what seemed like several minutes waiting for Kylo to come lunging through yielding his fiery red lightsaber. He didn't.

Drowsiness setting back upon her, Rey's lids began to lower over her eyes. She wanted to go back to the bedroom to sleep again, but was too afraid to risk confrontation with Kylo.

She remembered the front double doors she'd passed in the foyer, and debated running to them to escape, but her throbbing head and ever-increasing sleepiness protested against this idea. Besides, I don't even know where I am, Rey thought groggily.

She leaned against the counter, losing feeling in her legs, wanting to sit down. She realized that Kylo did have a point; if he'd wanted to harm her, he probably would have done so by now.

Rey looked back at the sitting area, her eyes coming to rest on the large inviting couch, and she limped towards it. As she heartily sat down, she wished she had the warm furry blanket from the bedroom to curl up with. She let out a long breath as her heart rate slowed, allowed herself to relax a bit, attempting to focus on slowing her breathing. She tried to clear her thoughts, to think logically. Why had Kylo Ren, of all people, rescued her? No matter what reasoning she came up with, nothing made sense to her.

Rey so desperately wanted to continue theorizing, as well as to remain awake and on her guard, but she grew sleepier with each passing minute. Her mind hazey, Rey's heavy eyelids slowly shut.

Now what in the world would drive Kylo Ren to save Rey? What's he up to? Looks like poor Rey's just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire! Again, thanks for reading and reviewing! I love hearing your thoughts.