"What is it?" Kylo asked the trooper who called him from the interrogation room.
"They just found this at the ship on Astoria." The trooper held out a lightsaber to him. Kylo breathed out and grabbed it gently. It was light in his hand, lighter than his at least. The metal was scratched, worn. The surface hardly caught a glint of the light from above. "It doesn't seem to work." The trooper spoke before Kylo tested it out and...nothing.
Kylo hummed to himself and nodded. Either way he would be keeping it.
"Thank you. You're dismissed." Kylo breathed out heavily, still feeling the weight of the saber in his palm. Slowly he walked back to the room. When he entered he watched for a change in expression in Elle's face upon seeing her saber in his hand. But nothing. Not even a twitch of the eye.
Of course, upon seeing it in his possession she was livid. How had they found it? They must have torn her place apart for it. She just hoped BB was safe.
"I'm considering pitying you. A Jedi who's saber doesn't work anymore." Elle held in a smirk but could not fight the content expression that fell over her.
"Why bother to pity me?"
Kylo narrowed his eyes at her and he sat in front of her again, setting the saber aside.
"Because I think you need help." At this she audibly scoffed, to which Kylo clenched his jaw again. "I can help you."
"Why?"
"Because I can see it in you. Feel it...in you." He glanced down at Elle's hands that formed into fists. The heavy air returned and Elle felt like she was burning up from the inside. "You belong here."
"As opposed to..."
"That planet, the resistance..." Elle swallowed and felt the pull inside her. The warmth filling her skin to her toes, not cold anymore - warm, and hot.
"I refuse. I do not belong in this war. I won't fight."
"Unless you're being attacked you'll fight, you murdered an entire squad of my men..." He paused for a while before looking back into her eyes, "But you're stubborn. That's good." Kylo let the smallest smile fall across his lips, "Stubbornness is passion."
"Passion is passion. I have no passion for the First Order."
"You will. Soon." He said simply.
"I refuse." She spat out, trying to calm her body from shaking in anger. "Let me go."
Kylo sat there for a long while, staring at her. Elle had never before been around someone from the Darkside who held a silence like Kylo Ren. It was frightening, stilted, and absorbing. And she felt it in her, that attraction. She had felt it with Poe before, but it was light and momentous, this was different—carnal and uncontrollable. She felt that same pull to the darkness, as she did with Kylo Ren.
Suddenly he waved his hand and the cuffs around her wrists opened. But Elle still sat there, confused. She must stay cautious lest she forget where she was.
"Why?" She asked, referring to the cuffs. And Kylo shifted his shoulders in a way that Elle perceived as a moment of relaxation. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his face closer to her.
"You can trust me." He said, his eyes falling to her lips and her neck.
"I don't think I can." She whispered, her eyes stayed on his - fully aware of his wandering glance.
"I can show you." He spoke, and Elle felt like the two of them were barely inches apart. The hot air between them, the draft of breaths mixing together. She wanted him to show her. But where would that leave her?
Elle shook her head, "No."
Kylo suddenly leaned back and nearly took her breath with him.
"Very well." He said bluntly. He stood and walked out the door after taking her lightsaber. Elle saw him give it to a trooper just as the doors slid shut. He did not look back this time.
Elle was moved to another room, that was dark and stuffy - darker and stuffier than the room prior. But there was a bed and a small lavatory, a luxury she was not expecting. Elle wasn't about to let herself fall asleep and let her mind become an open playing ground to who knows what, but at least she could be clean.
Hours passed as she sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Looking for some way out of this mess. In the evening, or what she assumed was the evening, everything was quiet outside the thick door that held her in. But she couldn't just lay here and become helpless. She had to do something to get herself out. She couldn't just lay here exhausted. But if she were to fall asleep, what would happen? Would she dream of the man again? Would she dream of...Kylo Ren?
Elle ran her hands through her hair and groaned. There was no one coming for her. She had no idea whether BB-8 had survived, and if he had would he send a message out? The only possible hope she had was Poe, but even then they weren't close. There would be no reason for him to suspect foul play in her delayed response to his message the prior morning. But maybe, just maybe he would.
But who was she kidding. Just like Kylo said earlier. She had no one.
But then in her flurried, sleepless mind she thought of Poe and his hands, soft and gentle-but possessive and commanding. Elle wished there was a way she could contact him, just to assure he knew where she was...if he cared where she was.
She thought of his lips and his smile, crooked and precocious. He was a light in her mind, the pure representation of it. Happiness. And peace. And…war…
Her eyes fluttered, she was exhausted. Forcing herself to stay awake had always been a difficult task for her in the past. The heaviness of her eyelids and fuzzy thoughts and overwhelming stress was getting to her.
She thought of Poe saving her right before she shut her eyes.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Stay tuned for Chapter 13!