You wondered why he was here, in your room, sitting on your couch. You also wondered why you had opened up so easily to him, it had seemed like you knew him forever, and yet you had just met him not even a day ago. But he was here, and he was real. His eyes met yours and held for a moment, he seemed hesitant to share his life. Maybe you just brought up some bad memories, you glared inwardly at yourself. Why did you have to be so awkward?

"Well I was born on Tatooine, but my family moved us to Coruscant soon after. My parents were interesting people, and when I was 12 they sent me off to train as an apprentice with a well-known carpenter."

His voice dropped down low, "But I didn't fit in there, I wasn't the only kid that was sent to this program, there were many others, but I was the most talented out of all of them." He smirked, but there was something in his eyes that didn't seem quite right. It was almost a look of pain, or sadness.

"There was a tragic fire, and almost everyone died except for me and my master."

You were shocked, "Wow I am, I'm so sorry Ben."

He shook his head, "After that my parents didn't want me back so I found the first order and have been here since."

He looked down, reminiscing about everything must've taken a toll on him. "I shouldn't have asked… I'm so sorry."

You were both on either side of the medium sized couch. "Well it's been nice having you here, you must be tired though." You didn't know what else to do; you doubted you were going to continue to talk. He stood up, and you followed suit walking towards the door. He paused a moment at the couch, and walked slowly towards you. What was this man doing? Why wasn't he walking towards the door? Oh hoth he was walking towards you.

"I have never met a more intriguing woman in my life."

His deep voice was close, as his feet met the tip of yours. He looked down at you, and snaked an arm around your waist. "You come here, without knowing why, and yet you have completely hypnotized me." You can feel the rumble of his chest against yours, and he is slowly leaning in towards you face.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, locked onto his soft brown eyes.

"Being reckless."

He pressed his lips onto yours, and they molded together. It was like they were meant to fit perfectly. You moved slowly, gently, his arm pulling you flush against him. You don't know how long you stayed there kissing one another, wrapped in his strong arms. You barely knew this man and yet here you were. He was mesmerizing, and maybe it was because of the situation you were in but you wouldn't have in any other way. You lifted your hands to his hair but as soon as you placed you fingers down, he cringed and pulled away.

"Oh gosh, are you ok?" He seemed worried for a split second but then, "I am fine, I work with the radar technicians, I hit my head on one of the panels."

You smiled a bit, "Well I wouldn't suggest doing that again." The corners of his mouth turned slightly. "I should go now, you have to get sleep."

With that he leaned down to kiss you one last time.

He walked out the door and turned, "I'll see you around yeah?" You smiled goofily, "Maybe, just don't let the big trash can catch you."

His face fell, and he seemed almost mad for a second, and then, "Yeah, we wouldn't want that to happen would we."

For some reason a spark of anger entered your mind, just a small spark, but it was there. He turned again without saying another word and walked off into the dark corridor and disappeared.

You headed back into your room, and went to go plop on your bed. You sighed at the coolness of the sheets against your tired face. Stretching your leg out you hit something hard with your foot. Whatever it was hurt like hell and you begrudgingly got up to check what you kicked. As your eyes scanned the black sheets of your bed, you gasped and nearly screamed.

Sitting on the foot of your bed, was Kylo Ren's lightsaber.

You didn't remember putting it there, hadn't you secured it back on the trash cans belt? Shit! You ran as soon as he started to wake up, damn your cowardliness. How in the world were you going to get it back to him? You would have to stage an elaborate plan to sneak into his room, though you would have to figure out the code first, and then you would have to miraculously find where the hell Kylo even kept it. It would be dangerous, but then again it was even more dangerous to keep it in your quarters, he could barge in at any given second and kill you with a flick of his hand. Your anxiety was skyrocketing and tears began to well up in your eyes. You really might die either way, how in the hell were you going to do this. You couldn't do this. Your hands were a blurry shape in front of you as tears welled and spilled over onto you face. You started to think about everything that had happened to you, how you were taken, and treated. What they could have done to your family. Anger began to spark and ignite inside of you, you were livid, seething. Tears weren't of sadness now but of hate. How much hate you had for the first order and for your situation, and why out of every person in the entire galaxy they had to pick you. And then in the midst of all your rage, and the storm of emotions you heard a noise and froze. Your body began to shake now with fear, and you screamed.

It was the sound of the lightsaber igniting

You had screamed so loud you started to cough. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move, you couldn't even make a sound now. The red from the saber was blinding, it seemed to shine brighter than it ever had before. It had a presence in your room, like another person, like it was calling to you. Your hand lifted and began to reach towards the saber, you tried to pull it away but you couldn't control it. Part of you wanted to take your hand away but another part needed the saber, it longed for it. What was going on? Before you could fully reach it you heard a loud bang and someone charge into your room. Since you were blinded by the red light, you had no clue who was in your room. A strong force pushed you off of the bed and against the bedroom wall. Groaning in pain, your eyes slowly adjusted to your surroundings. Lifting your head you made out a black figure.

Kylo Ren.

"Commander."

You tried to talk to explain the situation but your voice was gone. He circled you like a lion would his meal.

"Why pray tell is my weapon in your quarters?" He stopped in front of you and leaned down, "You are worthless and unworthy to have such a weapon even feet from you much less than in your possession. I could kill you in an instant."

Kylo reached over and grabbed his saber, putting it inches away from your face, "This represents power and control, strength. Of which you have none." He grabbed you by your hair and yanked you to your feet, you held back a scream.

"I think its time you learned a lesson."

Reaching out with his hand you felt a force begin to constrict your airways, you couldn't think, you couldn't breath. You were frozen. He pushed his hand forward and you slammed back against the wall, your head hitting with a sickening thud.

"Please."

Your raspy voice came out as a pathetic plea. A warm liquid dripped down your nose onto your shirt, blood. He strengthened his force and your airways were completely closed now, tears were streaming down your face and then…nothing. You collapsed onto the ground as you heard him walk away and out of your quarters. You don't know how long you stayed there before you had passed out.

Then you felt movement, shaking.

"(y/n)."

It was a frantic call. You peeled your eyes open and saw a blurry figure standing over you, and as your eyes began to focus you saw him.

"Ben?" Hoarse, your voice struggled to make a sound.

He lifted you up and onto your bed, adjusting the pillows so that your head could be lifted. "It's been two days since I've last seen you." Your eyes widened, you had been out for two days.

You were covered in blood and dried tears. "Shower."

Your voice managed to make a coherent sound. He shook his head and lifted you to your feet, and placed your arm around his shoulder. Limping you made it to the bathroom, you tried to lift your arms to get rid of your stained clothes but they wouldn't move. You looked up at him. He seemed to think for a moment and then nodded. Ben sat you down on the counter and began to peel your shirt of, over your head. He slowly lifted it over your face, and place it down on the ground. Next he placed his hand on the button of your pants, slowly sliding it through and pulling the zipper down. Lifting your hips he slid them off of your long legs to meet with the shirt already on the floor.

You blushed looking down, you were now only in your undergarments.

Ben slid you down off the counter and turned you around facing you away. He slid his warm hands up your back, over your shoulder slowly moving the straps of your bra down your shoulder, and made his way back to the clasp. In one fluid movement your bra was loose and fell to the ground. He gently brushed your long hair to the front so it could cover at least some of your breasts. "I can get the rest." He nodded his head and left you to shower. Walking toward the shower you turned the handle for the water and stepped in. Hot steams of water rolled over your head and shoulders stinging and burning its way down. You cringed at the contact but remained in place. Reaching for the loofa, you scrubbed your body clean and rinsed off. After about twenty minutes of just standing under the stream of heat you turned off the water and stepped out, and wrapped your body in a clean white towel.

A knock came from the door, "How are you feeling."

You coughed, "Sore but better."

Opening the door you stepped out and smiled gently at Ben, "You can leave now if you'd like, I'm feeling much better."

He shook his head, "I can help you." It was your turn to shake your head, "Well let me get dressed and we'll see what you can do."

Ten minutes later you walk out in a fresh t-shirt and spandex pants, the only real clothes they had given you on the base other than the essentials.

"I would say you looked good, but you don't."

He was awfully blunt. You both talked for hours and before he left you for the night, he looked at you with a serious tone.

"I'm so sorry." You smiled, "It wasn't your fault Ben."

He opened his mouth to say something but then left out the door. From then on for about a week, he would visit you every night, and talk with you. It could be about the most random things, or about his life, or sometimes stories he was told as a kid. He never stayed though, he always left with that look of guilt. For that entire week you hadn't seen Kylo anywhere. You were happy, but late at night you couldn't get the picture of the lightsaber out of your mind. It haunted you, and it was almost as if it were trying to talk to you, trying to tell you something.

And then, you started you hear the voice.