Rey stood in the middle of the cell, trembling. Not knowing what to expect, she hadn't anticipated that. She felt like she was going to throw up. She felt sad and angry and upset and confused and the room felt like it was starting to spin so she sat down on the bed and tried to get her bearings but couldn't. What was this? Never before had she felt anything like this in her life. She had never felt so hurt like this, but why? When he touched her face it felt like electricity danced on his fingertips. Now that she knew what it felt like, she wanted more of it. She wondered what it felt like to be held, wrapped in his arms with her head resting on his chest. This was insanity! She felt tears start to slide down her cheeks. Holding her head in her hands, she began to sob in earnest. The only thing she knew for sure is that she wanted the pain to stop. It wasn't a physical pain, but it was almost intense enough to be.

Feeling a strong gathering of the Force, Rey hastily wiped her eyes. In front of her, a familiar ghostly figure stood in her cell.

It was Revan, "My child, your pain can be felt through the Force."

"I have this aching, hollow feeling in my chest and my stomach feels like it weighs a thousand pounds," she replied, "I lost the relic, I'm trapped here and…" she stopped.

"Force bonds do strange things to a person. Everything with that person is intensified, deeper. Joy knows no bounds, desperation no depths. Whatever you feel for that person is magnified. Do you understand?"

Rey shook her head, "I don't understand anything right now."

"Love is never easy to understand," Revan began, but Rey interrupted him.

"I do not love that man, that monster! No!" she shook her head and covered her eyes.

"But you do, my child," he said, "I can see it in the Force around you. You can't deny it."

"No," she said as tears started to stream down her face again, "I thought love was beautiful?"

"Love can be one of the most beautiful things in the universe and it can also be one of the most brutal and harsh things. It can lift you up to the highest peaks and drag you down to the deepest pits. It can be alluring and ugly and all these things at the same time."

"Whatever this is, it hurts like hell," she muttered.

"There is still Light in him," Revan said.

"I know," Rey whispered, "I can feel it."

"Then lead him to it. It can be done. My love did it for me and I, in turn, did it for her," Revan continued before she could ask any questions, "So Kylo Ren has the relic?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm a terrible guardian. I lost it after only two days," Rey felt tears building up again.

"No, my child, you are up against a formidable foe and right now you are still foes no matter what you are feeling. You are strong in the Force and cunning; you will find a solution to this," Revan faded, leaving her alone in her cell.

Exhausted, she fell back on the bed and closed her eyes. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Her feelings made no sense. She knew there was Light still in him, she could feel it, but he was a killer. Who knew how many thousands had perished by his hand. He tortured and tried to kill her friends and murdered his own father. He was dark, cold, and dangerous yet she couldn't deny that she was drawn to that darkness. Something about it called to her. She liked that he was dangerous and unpredictable. She liked that people were scared of him and she liked the power that he commanded. She also hated admitting any of that. Now she understood the warnings she had received about the Dark Side. She saw how seductive it could be. Holding fast to the Light would be the only way to get through this. Revan had said to lead Kylo to it, but she worried that Kylo might lead her to the darkness first.

Kylo Ren made it from the holding cells to his chambers as quickly as possible without running. Once again, he was thankful that no one ever spoke to him. He entered the front room of his quarters and flung his mask off. Breathing heavily, he ran his hand through his hair. It's for the best, he thought. The truth will only bring pain and distraction, neither of which had a place in his life. He needed to stay away from her. Maybe he should just take her to Snoke and let him deal with her. His stomach rolled at the thought. Feeling dizzy, he sank into the closest chair. He just told the girl that he dreamed about every night since he first saw her, the girl that he shared a Force bond with, that she meant nothing to him. Nothing. The girl he saved twice because the thought of her not being in the universe made his chest hurt. The more he had tried to control his thoughts about her the more he could not and it was driving him mad. The girl. Rey. Her name was like a song in his dark mind.

Kylo felt a shift in the Force and an apparition appeared in the room. It was a woman with brown hair and grey eyes. Kylo eyed her suspiciously, "Who is here to haunt me?"

"I am not here to haunt you, young one, merely to advise. Your pain could be felt through the Force," she gently replied.

"I have been in pain many, many times and never before has a ghost seen fit to visit me."

She said, "You've never been in pain like this before and you've never been in a Force bond like this before. You need guidance."

"No," he said, "I need to control my emotions like a proper Knight of Ren. That will help control the Force bond."

"There is no controlling a Force bond. You are bound to Rey, and she to you, and it will only get stronger as time progresses."

"You speak as if you have experience with such things," Kylo regarded her with suspicion.

"I do. I had a Force bond with my husband," she smiled with quiet regard.

"Wait, who are you?" Kylo asked. "Jedi aren't allowed to marry."

"I'm Bastila Shan, my husband was..."

"Revan," Kylo interrupted, "I've studied both of your histories, focusing on military and warfare, both Light and Dark Sides but I doubt you're here to discuss battle strategy with me."

She smiled, "You're very perceptive, young one."

"So why are you here?" he asked.

"I felt your pain through the Force and you remind me so much of my husband, I had to offer my counsel."

"There's nothing to counsel. The pain is my own to bear, as it always has been and always will be. I am always tormented by pain in one form or another. I draw power from it," his eyes looked dark and cold.

"You're drawn to her, yet you push her away, such contradictions," she said.

"I have orders to carry out. Feelings are not part of those orders. Feelings are not part of my world," his voice was flat, emotionless.

"You say that despite the truth," Bastila chided him.

"The truth? And what good does the truth do me?" he exploded. "The truth that reminds me that I've dreamed of her every night, every single night, since I first saw her on Takodana. The truth that ever since I carried her to my ship I've wondered what it would be like to have her in my arms again, only awake and willing. The truth that every speck of stardust that makes up my soul longs to feel her fingertips against my skin. The truth that I want her here with me by her own accord and not as my prisoner! The truth" he emphasised, "is that none of this will ever happen because we are on two very different and separate paths that will only intersect as enemies, not allies. Yes, I love her. I have loved her since I first saw her, even if she was trying to kill me. I loved her fire and her anger and her hatred. Her darkness is beautiful but she will never embrace it and so she will never embrace me!" He stopped, desperation and anger swelling inside him.

"Maybe it is time for you to come to the Light?" Bastila said softly.

Kylo's head shot up, "No. It's not possible. Not now," not ever, he thought.

"Your path will become clear when it is time, but now you should go to her, tell her what you just told me," her voice was still soft and gentle.

"I'm positive she doesn't want to see me right now," his voice was resolute.

"Go to her," Bastila said as she faded away.

Kylo shook his head, glad to see the ghost go. He didn't need a lecture from an apparition on the merits of the Light and Dark Sides, the apparition having been on both notwithstanding. The only way, in his mind, that he would ever be with Rey was to bring her to the Dark Side and it was one of this orders from Snoke anyhow. He wondered if there was some way, any way, to show Rey the true power and the freedom of the Dark Side over the Light. The beauty of fully giving in to your emotions, not worrying about restraint, channeling that into the Force and harnessing the power it generated. The truly powerful emotions of hate, anger and sadness. He thought of the old Sith code:

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Through passion, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

The Force shall free me.

No truer words had ever been written, as far as Kylo was concerned. As his power grew, he would gain victory; victory over his master, and his chains would be broken and the Force would set him free. He would answer to no one. If only he could convince Rey to be at his side, they could rule the galaxy together. She would be his equal, never bowing down to him, never calling him master even though he would be her teacher. Such childish dreaming, he thought. Wishing he could just rid himself of these feelings, he stretched out his long legs and ran his hand through his hair. He wanted to go back to Rey, to apologize, but part of him said to just leave it alone. His impulsive, reckless side ignored that.

He reached out to her with his mind. She wasn't asleep, but she didn't answer him either. She also didn't try to block him out of her mind. Rey? Nothing. No response, no block, no acknowledgement. Rey? He tried again with the same results. Was she ignoring him? He tried one more time, his temper starting to flare. Again nothing. No one ignored Kylo Ren. He stood up from his chair, grabbed his helmet, shoving it on his head a little too hard, which only served to irritate him further. He opened the doors to his quarters with the Force, not waiting for them to open automatically. He quickly made his way to Rey's cell, no one on the evening shift giving him a second look. Ironically, this is when he wanted to be ignored.

He banged on the door to Rey's cell loudly before entering.

"Why are you beating the HELL out of the door?" she said, "You scared me half to death!"

"You told me to knock before coming in so I did," he took his helmet off, dropping it on the floor. "Why were you ignoring me?"

"That's not what I meant by knocking and I was ignoring you because I don't want to talk to you!" exasperated she pushed a few stray hairs from her forehead.

"Then what did you mean by knocking? And you have no right to ignore me," Kylo pointed at her.

"Don't you point at me! By knocking, you knock then give the person a chance to answer. What if I wasn't dressed and you walked in on me naked? And I have every right to ignore you. I'm under no obligation to acknowledge you," she raised her chin in defiance.

"I will point at you if I so desire and why would you be naked in here? There's no refresher and I've seen a naked human female before anyhow, so who cares? And you do not have any right to ignore me. I will not be ignored," he crossed his arms.

"I might be naked because I'm going to bed and that's a few less hours I'm wearing my clothes so they don't stink because there is no refresher in here so I can't take a shower! You will be ignored. You're just not used to having someone that doesn't cower before you."

"Maybe you should cower before me," he moved towards her, grabbing her by the wrists and pinning them above her head, one of his hands covering both of hers and holding her hard against the wall. He stared deep into her eyes, his own dark and intense.

Rey gasped, "Ok, now you're scaring me." Please don't stop.

"I should scare you. You should be terrified of me," he leaned in closer. Don't worry, I won't.

"Maybe I am, a little," she whispered, trembling.

His eyes continued to bore a hole in her, "Remember earlier how I said you meant nothing to me?"

A pained look crossed her face, "Yes." she replied softly. Her eyes were guarded, but she refused to look away.

There was an unmistakable vulnerability behind her look that made it hard for him to concentrate.

"I lied. I was lying. Do you want to know the truth?" he lowered his voice to a whisper, "You mean everything to me."

He leaned down and kissed her. Hard. Her eyes opened wide in surprise but soon she found her lips parting with his. Their tongues met and Rey moaned softly, ever so slightly pressing her body into his. Kylo slid his free hand around her waist, holding her hard against his body. He made a growling sound as he moved to kissing her neck. The Force flowed through them and around them, making each movement more intense.

"I hate you," she whispered into his ear.

"I know," he said, releasing her hands to cup her chin. He lifted her face to his, "I can give you the galaxy but I know you won't take it."

"I don't need the whole galaxy," she said softly.

"Then what do you need?" he asked.

She replied, "I need to go home."

He sighed, "I can't do that, Rey. You'll have your vidscreen in the morning. I'll have some holobooks dropped off, too," he brushed his hand across her cheek. He stepped away from her, walking over to where he dropped his helmet. He put it on, preparing to leave the cell, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she whispered with tears in her eyes.