Even upon approach, Rey had an instant dislike for Tatooine. It reminded her of Jakku. She could be happy if she never saw another grain of sand. It was coarse and rough and irritating. They landed near the old Skywalker moisture farm, making their way to it on foot. She had a small squad of five Resistance soldiers with her, just in case. For what she wasn't sure, but General Organa had insisted she take them with her, reminding her of her encounter with Kylo Ren just two days prior. Grimly she thought that these few soldiers wouldn't be much help against the powerful Master Knight of Ren.

They entered the home, steps going down into the living quarters. Rey could tell that scavengers had already gone through here many, many times as there was nothing left. It was absolutely barren. They proceeded through out into the courtyard area, the two suns bright in the sky. While there wasn't anything to find, Rey did wonder what it was like for Luke growing up here. What did he do? Did he have friends? She longed to know more about the mysterious Jedi.

Suddenly she felt a dark presence. Kylo Ren. He was on Tatooine. She shouted to her squad, "Come on, we need to leave. Now."

"What's going on?" the squad leader asked.

"I have a bad feeling about this," she replied, "Let's go." As they headed for the opening to the courtyard, stormtroopers appeared, blasters firing. "Run for any door! Go!" One by one, though, her squad was cut down, leaving just her. She was running for a door at the back of the courtyard when she tripped and fell. Looking up to see a stormtrooper aiming right at her chest, she closed her eyes. Hearing Kylo yell, "NO!" she saw the end of a red lightsaber come through the stormtrooper. She rolled over as Kylo removed his lightsaber and the stormtrooper's body fell to the ground.

"I told you I wanted her taken alive," he shouted to the stormtroopers. "This is what happens when my orders are not followed."

The last thing she heard Kylo say was, "I'm sorry, Rey."

Rey woke up in a cell, on a bed, not particularly uncomfortable and not particularly happy. Kylo Ren had kidnapped and taken her prisoner again. Reaching for her belt and she found, of course, that nothing was there; her blaster, lightsaber and the pouch with the relic were all gone. She leaned her forehead on her hand, her elbow on her knee. Kylo would be much more careful than he was the last time. Escaping would be more difficult and now she had no idea where she was. Replaying the events of the ambush on Tatooine in her head, she wondered if anything else could have been done to prevent it or anticipate it. She wished she had gone alone like she had wanted to. Five lives lost for nothing. She thought for sure she was dead when she tripped and fell; the stormtrooper had her pinned but Kylo...Kylo saved her life. Again. She sat up straight. This was the second time in a span of a few days he had saved her life. To be fair, he wanted to take her prisoner so maybe it wasn't entirely altruistic but nonetheless if all he wanted was the relic, he didn't have to leave her alive. She did wonder why he wanted her alive. Maybe it would be better if she she was dead. She shivered a bit at thinking what might be in store for her.

A thought suddenly came to her. She had dreamed about Kylo saving her. The setting wasn't exactly the same, but the way he saved her was. She had dreamed about a stormtrooper almost killing her but Kylo killing the trooper first. Had she had a vision of the future in her dream? If anything, it only made her angry that she wasn't able to stop him from killing her squad. She felt personally responsible for their deaths. Irritated, she reached out to him with her mind. Feeling him put a up block, she pushed harder.

"Not now," he growled.

"NOW!" she pushed even harder, then felt a sharp pain against her knee, then her side, bringing her to the floor. Next she felt the same pain to her shoulder, causing her to cry out. It took her a moment before she could bring herself back up to the bed.

A few moments later the door to her cell opened and Kylo came limping in, but she could still tell he was angry. He took off his helmet, breathing heavily, "When I tell you to get out of my head, you GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he yelled. "I almost lost that match and I can not lose to any of these pathetic imbeciles. Do you realized what that would cost me, what you almost cost me?"

"Do you think I care?" she countered, "You have a really bad habit of KIDNAPPING ME! If you wouldn't kidnap me and HOLD ME AGAINST MY WILL I wouldn't be in your head!"

"Oh really, then explain the other day?" the intensity in his eyes burned like fire.

"Explain why you dream about me," she held his gaze with equal intensity.

"Explain why you dream about me," he never let his eyes drop from hers.

"I don't. I would never dream about you!" her eyes dropped to the floor.

"Your thoughts betray you," he smirked at her, "and you are a terrible liar."

"How do you know about my thoughts? I haven't felt you in my mind," she glared at him.

"While you were unconscious I looked around where I could," he shrugged.

"How dare you!" she stepped forward and punched him in the jaw.

He held his hand up, holding her in place with the Force. "Enough of that. If you want a combat match I will give you one, but you will not like the results."

"Let...me...GO!" she said through gritted teeth.

"Behave or I will have you restrained," he released her.

"You can't go into other people's minds and just steal their thoughts!" she exclaimed.

"Actually, yes I can and I do. I told you before I can take whatever I want and I do. There is no one in the galaxy that can stop me," he sounded arrogant and it fueled her anger.

"I stopped you last time and this time you had to have me unconscious to steal my thoughts. I can stop you and you know it," she was bold and defiant.

"Once. You have stopped me once. It will not happen again. I assure you of that," He changed the topic of conversation. "Seeing as you are my guest again, dinner will be served soon. You will be served the same things I eat so you know you will be getting the best in nutrition this facility has to offer."

"How warm and welcoming of you," she muttered. "Could I be so lucky as to have you join me?"

"I will even deliver it myself if you wish," he crossed his arms, not looking very inviting.

"I was being sarcastic," she said.

"So was I," he replied, putting on his helmet. "I suggest not communicating with me telepathically while you are here. It is not safe and it is not a good idea for a variety of reasons. For most of the day I am training, many times I am with Supreme Leader Snoke, none of those are good times to establish a link."

"I felt some of the hits you took in your match. I'd like to avoid that," she said wincing, as her side still hurt. "You go through that every day?"

"Not live training every day, but some sort of combat training. I frequently use droids but live training is the most effective. Practice is the only way to become more proficient in your weapon of choice or even hand to hand combat. Do you not practice with your lightsaber?"

"Of course, not just on actual people," she frowned at the idea.

"Perhaps you can join me some time at a match," he smiled at the thought of how repulsed she would be at the idea and smiled even broader that she couldn't see his face.

She felt like he was mocking her, "No, I wouldn't want to be a distraction, like I was today," she looked at him defiantly.

"Dinner will be here shortly," he abruptly turned around and exited the cell, the doors sealing shut behind him. Rey laughed to herself. If she was going to be trapped here, she might as well cause her captor some discomfort.

Kylo Ren stormed out of the holding cells to his chambers. He wasn't angry enough to damage anything or throw his helmet across the room, but that girl was infuriating. It wasn't that she had punched him in the face, which actually hurt a great deal more than he had expected from such a small girl. She hit him as hard as any man ever had, just with a much smaller fist. It was her last comment regarding his being distracted if she attended a match. He was irritated because he knew it was true. The simple truth of it irritated him to his core. She was still a weakness for him. A liability. He had done nothing to correct what Supreme Leader Snoke had warned him about before. No, he had actually done everything Supreme Leader Snoke had told him to do to make himself stronger and it did not work. Killing his father had made him even weaker, though if Snoke actually recognized that he did not know.

The stark reality, no matter how strong the pull of the Light might be, was that he could never go back, at least not back home. If he left the First Order, Snoke would track him down and have him killed. He was where he was meant to be. Supreme Leader Snoke had told him his whole life he was meant for more than mere Jedi training, he was meant to rule the galaxy, but when would that happen? He felt his irritation start to rise to anger. He was being held back, again, just like at the Jedi Academy under Master Luke. Same thing, different Master. Someone always holding him back.

He thought about his plan to kill Snoke. He didn't really have a plan, per se, just the strong urge to carry out a plan. He wondered if a plan was even necessary. The hardest part would be getting the old cretin off the throne in his front chamber room. He could just destroy the whole thing, bringing Snoke down with it and the proceed from there. Knowing it would be a power struggle from that point on, it would be which one of them would be stronger in the Force and who would kill the other first. While Kylo admittedly had weaknesses, they wouldn't come into play in a duel against Snoke. He had plenty of hate and anger to pull upon for that.

It occurred to him that he never found out what Rey originally wanted when she called out to him telepathically. He had stormed in and not given her a chance to speak before going on a tirade. He thought about taking her dinner to her and asking her but decided against it. He could call her a guest all he wanted to but the hard truth was she was a prisoner and he needed to remember that. While being under no obligation to entertain her or otherwise, he still felt drawn to her. Weakness, he reminded himself. Weakness.

Back in her cell, Rey sat. And sat. And sat some more. She wasn't even through day one and was already bored to tears. She was going to have to be nice to Kylo to be able to have something to do. She couldn't imagine sitting her for days on end, with nothing to do. Even the prisoners the Resistance kept had vidscreens in their cells and books, received exercise time with good behavior. She had absolutely nothing.

She wanted to know why she was taken alive, brought here as a prisoner if the relic was the only thing Kylo was after. Assuming they were still looking for Luke Skywalker, she figured they would want to know where he was and while she had found him, he was still in his self imposed exile, contemplating what he was going to do next. She wished he realized how much he was needed. They probably would want the location of the Resistance base. She sighed. She didn't know how long she could hold out against Kylo. Poe had told her about his interrogation and it sounded much more horrible than hers had. Poe sounded like he went through much more pain than she.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a guard bringing in her dinner. It certainly didn't look like much. Two square biscuits and a ramekin of juice. "That's it?" Rey asked. "That's what Kylo Ren eats for dinner?"

"If that's what he told you. Do you think any of us talk to him?" the guard sat the tray on the table that was bolted to the floor. Rey sat in the chair that was bolted to the floor next to the table but she was too short to lean all the way back so she had to sit on the edge. She took stock of her hopefully temporary residence. Cot bolted to the wall on one side, table and chair bolted to the floor on the other. Toilet in the back corner. About ten feet across and ten feet wide so not terribly small, not exactly a luxury suite either. She eyed the biscuits suspiciously, picking up one and taking a bite. They tasted about as good as they looked; mostly bland with a slightly sweet flavor. Very slight. The juice was at least palatable and she was able to wash the biscuits down with it. She thought someone in Kylo Ren's position would eat a little better. This wasn't much better than the portions she received on Jakku. She was full when she was done, however, so that was at least one positive thing.

She went over to the cot, surprised at how thick the mattress was. The blanket was fairly soft, as well. Perhaps the benefits of being a guest rather than a prisoner, she thought with a wry smile. She sat down, pulling her knees up to her chest. She had a feeling she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"So tell me, Kylo Ren, what are your objectives with the girl?" Supreme Leader Snoke leaned forward menacingly.

"First and foremost, my Lord, obtain the location of Luke Skywalker. Next obtain the location of the Resistance base. Lastly, show her the path of the Dark Side is her destiny," Kylo looked up at his master for affirmation.

"Yes, my apprentice. What are you to do if you can not bring her to the Dark Side?"

"Kill her," Kylo replied, his voice sounding hollow.

"Is that hesitation I hear?" Snoke's voice cut through him.

"No, master. She is nothing to me. Potentially useful but nothing beyond that," Kylo buried his thoughts deep in his mind. "She is strong in the Force but if she can not be trained she is useless."

"You are correct. She could be a powerful ally. I will leave that in your hands, my apprentice. Find her weaknesses and exploit them. I trust you will see this through," Snoke leaned back.

Kylo took that as he dismissal. He turned to leave, but Snoke's voice stopped him, "Kylo Ren."

"Yes, master?"

"Be sure she does not exploit any of your weaknesses."

Kylo looked down, behind his mask, "Yes, master," he continued his walk out of Snoke's chambers, for once not seething with anger. He wasn't exactly happy but he wasn't angry either. He was getting better and better at hiding his lies from his master. He smiled to himself. Considering the nefarious thoughts he continually had regarding his master, that was a exceptional skill to have and considering his thoughts about Rey, it was even more exceptional. He found himself heading for the holding cells, against his better judgement.

Walking past the guards, knowing they wouldn't say anything to him, he went to Rey's and opened the door. She was sitting on the bed, leaned against the wall. She looked him up and down, "What? You can't knock?"

"Clearly the door is not built for that," he paused, not sure if she was joking or not. No one joked with him. Ever. "I wanted to see if you needed anything before I go to bed."

"If you're being honest, yes, a couple things. A vidscreen would be nice."

He didn't answer immediately, "Normally that's not something prisoner's here receive."

"Yes," she said, "but I'm your guest."

Crossing his arms, he replied, "Fine. I'll bring one tomorrow. What else?"

"I thought you said I would be eating the same thing you do? Two biscuits and some juice?" she made a face.

"That is what I eat. Those are specially formulated to have the precise amount of vitamins and minerals necessary for high intensity combat and physical training. The juice provides what the the squares do not. It is necessary sustenance. I eat that four times a day."

"It tastes like bantha fodder," Rey made another face.

"Other prisoners get food that is less nutritious and tastes worse. Actually, we rarely have prisoners so be happy you're alive to be a prisoner," Kylo's voice took a harsh tone.

"You don't want to kill me or you would have when you've had the chances," she stood up from the bed and approached him. "For some reason, you want me alive."

"You have valuable information that the First Order can use. Don't overestimate your worth," he held up a hand. "Don't hit me. You'll break your hand this time."

"Take your mask off," she said.

He did so, if for no other reason to see what she was going to do. "Still not a creature."

"Look me in the eye and tell me I'm not worth anything to you," she couldn't believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

He shortened the distance between them, standing directly in front of her. He took her chin in his hand, lifting it up so he could look into her eyes, the leather from his glove warm against her skin. Rey's breath caught in the back of her throat as she looked into his dark eyes. He finally spoke, "You mean absolutely nothing to me," and he removed his hand from her chin and lightly brushed her cheek.

"You bastard," she whispered.

He put his helmet back on, preparing to leave, "You'll have your vidscreen tomorrow. Never say I'm not a gracious host," he turned his back on her and left her standing the in the middle of the cell.