Authors Note: So I'm sorry this came later than thought but life got in the way. There is way too much needed to be done and college doesn't forgive nor forgets. But I hope the two chapters compensate for the absence. Also I am aware that the length of my chapters tends to fluctuate like a waiters tips on a Friday night to a Saturday morning (that was a very bad comparison please forgive the joke). but anyways, I write the chapters in this way because I use them as a means to pace myself with the story, so I believe this is the best way to pace the reader too.

I hope you guys enjoy these too. And I hope you get the motivation you need for that homework that might be waiting for Friday. Off towards the weekend we go!

Shizzles

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In his arms, the Scavenger seemed deeply asleep. Her chest going slightly up and down, in small peaceful breaths. As one of the Knights ignited a lightsaber, he noticed her scars from its light. useless.

''None of you is to touch her, or harm her in any way, until I say so. Did you hear me?'' His voice was angry, yet still calm and robotic. He always felt superior to them. Maybe because he had beaten them all once, his technique far less predictive and deadly, or maybe there was something to do with the fact that he was a trained Jedi once, that he felt he was worthy, he could not point it out. He was the grandson of Darth Vader after all. But he almost never felt the need to raise his voice with them. They understood him, and they knew where they stood.

''I do not know what your orders are, but mine are far more superior than anything you will ever have the luck to pursue.'' his voice was flat. ''Each of you will go back to where you came from and you will hear from me when I call for you.'' His mask followed carefully, each of them.

''Do I hear that one of you has not obeyed these orders,'' he paused ''the Supreme Leader's orders, there will be no further pity.'' his voice deep and stern, didn't trigger a response from them. The occasional lightning would shone some light on them, but their masks were there for a reason, cold and metal, and no emotion could be traced from them.

''Go!'' He shouted at them impatiently, his anger filling the air. One by one, they started moving and leaving quietly, their steps covered by thunders and the heavy rain. All apart from one. He knew that shadow all too well. He knew she wouldnt be convinced like that. She was the only true opponent he had in them, and she was merciless. The only one he never felt fully superior to. Luke Skywalker's best apprentice. He felt her come closer, until she could hover, her head tilted, her mask looking at Rey's unconscious body, still in his arms.

''You, are playing a dangerous game, '' she said. He heard her voice beneath the mask, deepened and muffled by it. ''and for the sake of our honor,'' her mask looked at him, and he felt the pierce as if there were no metallic barriers in their faces. ''I hope you lose it.'' her cold robotic voice drew shivers down his spine. She straightened her body, walked three steps back and drew her lightsaber. He waited, his breathing stopped. The rain wasnt as heavy anymore, but darkness was prominent.

As she turned around to leave, she started to walk away and effortlessly twirled her lightsaber, hovered it in the air, until it found something to cut through. Her signature, the fading fire from her red lightsaber that had cut through the bushes didnt stop for a long time until Kylo Ren saw her disappear fully in darkness and rain.

He looked at Rey. Her petite body looked like it was curled in his arms as he was carrying her. She was cold, and she was shivering. She was still bleeding somewhere. He felt the regret in his chest.

He headed up the hill, walking against the rain and the wind, as the occasional lightning showed him where to go. Not long after, his shadows morphed into the veil of the rain and the darkness of the forest.

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He got up from the chair and approached the big window to look at the bright blue sky. Such a rich blue color. Reminded him of his childhood. So long since he'd seen the sky like this it from the First Order ships. He realized he missed it.

He looked at the dirty mask resting in the desk. not today. today i will rest. So he went towards the old sink, and cupped his hands to pour some water in his face. He held his eyes closed, waiting for the vision again. But nothing appeared this time.

The temple was a lucky strike. Hed felt its presence while searching for the Ren Knights, when they appeared two days ago in the middle of the storm. They had taken his ship, along with everything he needed in there to heal her. And later, carrying the scavenger in his arms headed to what he thought was an old, abandoned ship, only to discover, that ironically it used to be a Jedi temple. the Force is mocking me.

He opened his eyes, refreshed, and searched for his shirt and tunic. While getting dressed he went to check on her. She had been sleeping for two days now. He had put her in a room where the sun strategically, would hit only during the peak, not disturbing her sleep, but yet would keep her room warm. Lying in the bed, he saw her chest moving just slightly, lightly inhaling and exhaling.

The light in the room made it much clearer how badly she was injured. Her lips were still half swollen, her face had scratches all over it and part of it was purple to black form bruises. Her left arm was completely purple to black, with two long scratches that went deep into her skin, whereas the right arm had three big yellow spots, that covered most of her arm, where the bruises were being healed. It was her staff arm. Her legs were scratched and they had scabs all over them. Probably from the bloody run she did, downward hill. what were you thinking?

Hesitating, he leaned further to check her thigh. He lifted the sheets that were covering her, exposing her small half-bare body. He didnt dare look at it the day before, maybe shame or disgust, or maybe guilt. He had used the Force to take her old clothes away and put her between sheets. Somewhere inside, he felt that he had invaded too much of her, that he had been what he hated most in himself. So he didnt try to heal her using the Force. That sort of healing needed contact, and he didnt know whether or not he was ready to touch her.

However, this needed to be checked. He pulled the sheets further very slowly, scared to not violate her privacy. As he was looking for the infected wound, his eyes could not help but look at her. Her skin was much clearer there, untouched from the sun and the battles, probably because of her robes. Behind the resistance jackets and badges, and the robe that Luke Skywalker had given her, she was still wearing those same clothes that she had when he first saw her...in that forest.

And there it was, the infection was starting to go away and her wound to heal. A wound, he knew too well, that that would be a scar for life. Lightsabers are no friends to human flesh.

Feeling his presence, she slowly moved, and opened her eyes in pain. He calmly stepped back and sat on the other side of the room, giving her space. After a few grunts and moans, she opened her eyes fully.

There was no fear, no disgust in them this time. She tried to pick herself up. It was followed quickly by a soft cry and a painful sigh of defeat.

''Where...'' she was squinting from pain. She swallowed, exhaled with a sigh and tried to finish her sentence ''Where am I?''

''In a former Jedi temple. East. You need to heal'' he answered slowly in a coarse voice, while looking at her.

''You haven't killed me yet.'' It wasnt a question. She closed her eyes in agony.

He didnt say anything.

''Where are the rest? Didnt they...want to kill me?'' words that left her mouth were leaving her in pain ''Why did you... interfere?'' her soft voice managed to channel her disbelief nonetheless.

''Their mission lies elsewhere. For now you need to heal.'' Kylo Ren finally answered. He got up and headed to the door.

''Wait..'' she spoke out soft and puzzled, the words were mouthed, rather than voiced, as she was trying not to hurt her ribs more. ''Why?... Why did you save me?'' with some painful gasps, she tried to get her upper body up ''What do you want from me Kylo Ren?"

He stopped. When he turned around he was surprised to see her fully sitting in her bed. not disappointing.

'' You should be glad you are alive. You should be glad I spared you.'' he said calmly while noticing the anger building in her face.

But she didnt say anything. She just looked at him. and then turned her head on the other side. And he stared back. He had never seen her face in natural sunlight. Taking away the bruises and the swollen lips, she had a very clean structured face. It was innocent and young. Her face, it somehow reminded him of a honey bird, like the ones they had in the gardens, back when he was Ben Solo. They would only come out during the summer. disgraceful. Of course he had thought of it.

So he left. He needed to train. There was no Snoke here to tell him to do that. Apart from when he would decide to invade his thoughts and ask him of other duties to fulfill. But for now, he would train by himself, and none of that credit would go to Snoke.