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Rey sat on the ground for hours. The floor was cold and hard, causing her body to ache after such a prolong amount of sitting. However, Rey didn't move from her position. She had been there since Kylo Ren stalked out of the cell, almost as if she could not wrap her mind around the events that had taken place.

She thought denying the darkside once more would be the end of her. Shouldn't she have been killed shortly after? But no, it seemed Kylo Ren had far more sinister plans for her before she were to meet the end.

'I want to break you down, piece by piece, until there is no light left inside of you.' Rey shivered as his voice floated through her mind, allowing her to relive that event again. Everything that he had said to her. He wanted to turn her against Master Luke, against the Resistance. Did he think she would be so easily manipulated? Rey knew down to her deepest foundations, she was a bringer of light. There was no way she could be so corruptible.

Just as Kylo Ren claimed the light held no sway over him, Rey felt the same of the dark. Granted, she felt the pull of it, each and every day. Every decision she made, the shadows lurked, almost as if they were waiting for the perfect opportunity to take her over. But from speaking with Master Luke on previous occasions, Rey knew that the dark was always nearby. But it wasn't snuffing out the darkness that made someone at one with the Force, it was accepting it as it was and moving on from it. That was how to truly become a Jedi Master.

Looking down at her hands, Rey took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

She closed her eyes, reaching out with the Force, hoping she would be able to find Master Luke's presence, and at the same time hoping he was nowhere near her, wherever she was.

A rescue might have been wanted from Rey, but she knew the likelihood of survival should Master Luke come on his own was slim. Kylo Ren was a force to be reckoned with. Rey didn't want anyone to come to harm because of her, because she was weaker than her advisory. That was why when she felt out and felt nothing, she could breathe a short sigh of relief.

She might have been safe, but at least those she cared about would be.

Feeling a bit more in control of herself, Rey took the time to think about her situation with Kylo Ren. Obviously he thought they were connected on some level, meant to belong on the same side and rule whatever world he was envisioning. Rey wanted to deny to herself that she didn't feel anything for him, he was a monster. And yet, he had been penetrating her dreams for so long, Rey knew it was cowardice to pretend she wasn't drawn to the very shadows that seemed to surround him.

It was almost like a part of him was inside of her, with the darkness she kept at bay. Knowing he had come to her, had truly shown himself to her, it left her baffled. A small part of her almost considered he might have cared for her, as Rey, not just a wielder of the Force. But after his words about breaking her into nothing and remolding her into someone he found worthy, Rey knew there was no hope for a man like Kylo Ren. He would never truly care about anyone as a human being or otherwise, only as a tool to gain him more favor, more power with the Force.

He might hold her in his arms or gently touch her cheek, but she was beginning to understand she was being seduced by the darkside. With every motion, physical touch, Kylo Ren was giving her what she had always craved all of those years abandoned on Jakku. He'd been in her mind enough times now to know here weaknesses. One of those was physical touch, having been denied it for so many years.

How foolish she had been, even momentarily to think he was capable of truly caring for her on any level.

He had murdered the man who raised him. Why would she think he would be capable of redemption, of wanting her on any level that wasn't sinister?

He wasn't capable of kindness. Of love or compassion. And Rey knew that no matter what happened now or in the future, she wouldn't let herself fall prey to him on any level. She didn't want to live a life without the light, because to her, that wouldn't be a life at all.

She was asleep on the bench sometime much later, having gone to sleep hungry and exhausted. Drained physically and emotionally.

When the scenery in her mind changed, she found herself in that same field of wheat, standing alone in the darkness. Except now, knowing she wasn't actually alone in her dream, Rey centered her mind, feeling him out, seeking him for the first time. When she felt his presence, Rey turned to the left, following the invisible string that seemed to tether their two souls together.

"As if he has a soul left," Rey muttered to herself, confident it would carry to her enemy. And he was her enemy, of that she had no doubt. Rey moved as subtly as possible, feeling a certain disturbance in this dreamscape she hadn't exactly felt before. Almost as if it were more masculine, different. Was she even in her own dream? Granted, the field was the exact same, yet instead of fleeing as she was always compelled to do in her own dreams, she was following a different path she hadn't ever noticed before.

Had she possibly crept into his own head while she slept?

She kept walking until the setting abruptly changed. It was still night, rain was crashing down all around her, soaking her hair, her body and her clothes, causing the thin fabric to stick to her skin. She blinked several times, willing the water off of her eyelashes. She had never dreamed about this before. She didn't think she had ever even seen this type of weather, even though she knew she was in the middle of a rainstorm.

Looking about her at the darkness, no hint of moonlight to guide her path, Rey was almost certain she had crept into Kylo Ren's head.

She saw him then, standing with his back to her, lightsaber ignited and down at his side, almost as if he were expecting an attack. Perhaps he should have been, given she had come to him uninvited.

His shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath he took, the saber swinging lowly back and forth, hissing as the rain continued to fall on the weapon. The rocky surface she found herself standing upon was interesting. Were they on some sort of mountain ridge? She looked around her but could only see Kylo Ren less than ten feet from her, drenched in the rain.

He turned then, stepping towards her. She took a cautious step back, lifting her hand and using a small push of the Force to halt his movements.

"I think you've come close enough." She shouted above the rain, uncaring that she probably looked like a drowned rat.

He tilted his masked head, not saying a word, just staring at her as if she were some sort of puzzle he had yet to work out.

"Where are we? Why did you bring me here?"

"You've come here of your own accord. But I thought perhaps you might want to see the last place you were as a child before I abandoned you to rot on Jakku." His words came out mockingly and Rey took an angry step forward, her eyes daring him to use his lightsaber on her. Instead, he sheathed the weapon, clipping the hilt onto his belt before stepping towards her as well, as if he were looking forward to whatever would happen next.

"You don't know me, Kylo Ren."

"I know all about you, Rey Kenobi. Has your precious Master Luke failed to inform you that he always knew you? What a shame." He removed his mask, letting it drop to the ground beside them as he stared down at her, the rain beginning to hit his hair. Rey tried to process his words, instead she rejected them.

"I won't turn on my friends just because you spit venomous words in my direction."

"I am only giving you the truth. Isn't that what you've always wanted?" He reached to brush his hand along her face, as he did each evening. This time, Rey, full of anger, Force Pushed him as hard as she could, watching in satisfaction as he flew a few feet backward, landing on the ground with a thud. His eyes narrowed as he stood and brushed himself off, which was useless with all the rain covering him.

"You're angry. Haunted. I can feel it. Just give in to it. It will make this so much easier."

"I won't," Rey bit out, attempting to push him yet again with her mind.

Kylo Ren was prepared for it and held out his hand, rebuffing her attack as if he were swatting at a pesky bug. For a moment the rain between them hung suspended in the air as their minds fought for supremacy. Rey continued to hold him off, struggling with her own emotions as she struggled to beat him.

Then she was being gripped by invisible hands on her throat, being dragged over to him as if she had never stood a chance.

"You are in my head tonight, Rey. I long ago learned to dominate the dreamscape, which is why visiting your head is so simple." He waved his hand at her, causing her body to become immobile as she came to a stop directly in front of him.

This time he cupped her cheek in his hand. "Once, long ago, you knew a young man named Ben Solo." Her eyes widened. He smirked at her, leaning in closely. "Yes. Before I destroyed him and became something more, you knew him at the Jedi Academy that was being run by Luke Skywalker. Doesn't this place look familiar?" He allowed her head to move as the harsh rain let up slightly. Looking around as the rain cleared enough to let her see, Rey gasped in horror as she saw all the bodies laying on the harsh terrain. Children, some so young that Rey felt a tear escape her eye before she could stop it. Each were clad in an outfit similar to Master Luke's, burn marks marring the fronts of their clothing. Training robes then.

Off in the distance there was a bang from an explosion that lit the night sky. She could see what looked like a temple now being smothered in flames that seemed to stretch high into the sky. The flames cast an eerie glow around them, flickering around the dead bodies and shrouding part of her captor's face in darkness. Just as quickly the rain picked up again, the bodies around them disappearing as if they had never been.

"You're a monster!" Rey cried out, using as much of her inner strength as she could to break his hold. Without much thought to the consequences, she reached up and slapped him hard across the face, relishing the sound it made when her hand connected with him. Some of the fury dissipated as the stinging of her hand intensified, leaving behind so much sorrow it consumed her.

She breathed heavily as he turned his head back to face her. Rey charged, her emotion and heartache fueling her movements as she lunged for him, tackling him to the ground, trying to hit him with her fists. He blocked her attempts easily enough, flipping her onto her back as he straddled her waist. His hands grabbed hers and pinned them over her head, effectively holding her down with his own body. She was trapped beneath him, feeling completely vulnerable. So lost in her own turmoil, Rey didn't think to use the Force to pry him away from her. All she could think about was the fact she should have died that night too, and instead she had lived.

"Why would you spare me the death you gave so many others?" The question haunted her. It made her realize that was possibly the reason Master Luke had kept the truth from her. He didn't want her to feel so terribly about something she had no control over.

Her breathing was labored with her fury, her breasts rising harshly against his chest as he knelt down closely. She wanted him to move away, to keep his distance, but a small part of her felt unreasonably safe around him. Cared for. It made her sick.

Kylo Ren had broken down a part of her, made her wish for contact even though she knew it was wrong. And she hated him for it.

"You know the answer."

His face hovered just slightly above her own, his cheek red from her hand. His eyes darkened, like pools of obsidian were shining down at her. Then his lips were pressed into hers almost brutally. His free hand reached behind her neck, gripping her harshly and tilting her head back to allow him better access to her lips.

Rey sat up with a start, nearly falling off of the bench she was occupying in the process. Her breathing was rough and ragged, her pulse hammering along her neck. She reached up with a shaky hand, pressing her fingertips to her swollen lips.

Rey leaned against the wall, a thin blanket covering her legs as she just sat there, staring off into space. Trying desperately to block out everything that had happened.

She knew him as Ben Solo? He had spared her life... And he kissed her. But it hadn't been intimate, it had been punishing.

Rey shivered, scared to think about what the future would hold for her.

The next day passed uneventfully. Rey meditated throughout most of it, imagining herself somewhere else than her cell. The meditation was good to keep the hunger pangs at bay. She hadn't had food since her and Master Luke had safely ushered out the crew from the abandoned Rebel base. However, growing up on Jakku where she had to scavenge in the hopes of obtaining her next meal, Rey was accustomed to missing meals, sometimes for days on end.

So she sat on the bench or on the floor, she meditated and she did what exercises she could in her tiny cell. Rey did whatever she could to keep herself distracted, to keep the thoughts of death, second chances and Kylo Ren at bay.

It shouldn't have been a stretch for her to realize she was once connected with the Skywalker's at a young age. After all, Obi Wan had given Luke his first lightsaber, had introduced him to the ways of the Jedi.

It made sense she would make the acquaintance of the Skywalker clan. It made sense that she might have known Ben Solo, although he would have been about five to ten years older than her at the time. For the first time, Rey began to wonder what Ben Solo had been like when she had apparently known him. Had he been kind and caring? Or had he always been so troubled, so full of darkness that he was lost almost as soon as he began to feel the pull of the Force? Han and General Organa had been so certain he was capable of redemption, that he would come home. It made Rey sad to realize that would likely never happen.

Later that evening, Rey kept vigilant in her cell and in her mind. She didn't shut her eyes to escape into the unconscious because she knew what would be lying in wait for her.

Instead, she meditated and focused on the Force, letting it swirl around her body like a cloak, protecting her from whatever might come her way in the night.

Another day passed.

Then another.

No food, no water. Rey didn't even fall asleep, only allowing herself a trancelike state every few hours to slightly rest her body and mind. She wasn't even granted a peaceful nights sleep. The only thing Rey was given was isolation. So much isolation. It reminded her of Jakku. The constant lack of sound. Being always so alone it was nearly unbearable to think about. The only reason Rey kept calm was because she knew this was his punishment for her. Kylo Ren wanted to break her down and he knew how to do it.

If Rey had been weaker, she might have succumbed already, might have reached out begging for him to set her free.

However, Rey was stronger than she looked. She had survived years and years by herself, always on the outside. A few days was nothing. In fact, she would die from lack of food and drink before she surrendered to the darkside.

Besides, Rey knew if she reached out that Kylo Ren would be there, the ever present weight on her senses. If Rey craved contact so much she could fall asleep and allow herself the opportunity to be near another person, but Rey was nervous of encountering him again. Afraid that if he came to her in such a weakened state she would be powerless to fight back against whatever assault he had prepared for her.

Rey wouldn't give in. She couldn't.

Rey was in the field again. Always the damn field. Only this time she was on her knees, too weak to stand. Sunlight poured down on her head, bathing her in its warmth light. Rey almost smiled at the feeling, almost as if she were truly outside and under the sun's powerful rays.

Struck with a fierce wind, Rey felt her body sway before falling backward, her arms not even attempting to stop the fall. She'd been without food for over a week and had finally succumbed to a true sleep. The meditation had worked up to a point, giving her a flicker of rest every so often, but the mind was delicate, as was the body. Without slipping into an unconscious state, she had been hurting herself each day that passed until finally her body had given out on her, sending her into the dreamscape. Rey hadn't even remembered closing her eyes to fall asleep, so she was probably sprawled out on the hard, cold floor of her cell.

Rey wanted to sigh in relief, knowing her body was at least receiving one thing to help keep it alive, however, even in her dream she was exhausted. Her mind was too worn out to allow her to do anything other than lay there and stare up at the sky, which was full of white fluffy clouds that seemed to pass by at a leisurely pace.

"You should give in to me." Kylo was standing beside her prone form, a glower on his handsome face. He was staring down at her, almost confused by her behavior.

"I think we are well past that." Rey said softly, glancing away from him as he sat down beside her. She would have scooted to allow him room to stretch out, but even that would have been a chore, so Rey merely lay there.

"I can feel your weariness beating at you. You're hungry and lonely." No, Rey thought. She was dying. She could feel it, her body finally deciding it was ready to end the struggle and a small part of her was glad. She had held firmly to her beliefs, to her loyalty to the light.

He gripped her hand in his, urging her to look at him. After a brief pause, she did. "Is the thought of joining the darkside so horrible that you would rather die than give in to the awesome power that awaits you?"

"I have never wanted power. It has never been something that has motivated me. I was given a gift, being sensitive to the Force, but I haven't let that compel me to seek more power I didn't need. So yes, I would rather die than join your cause." He looked down at her as if she had two heads. It made Rey smile at him, almost saddened by his suddenly lost expression.

"Was there never a time at all you were just happy to be yourself? Where you weren't out hurting people for your quest for power?"

"I don't remember." He wrapped a finger around a strand of her hair, almost as if he weren't aware of his actions. Lost in thought. "Perhaps once, long ago."

"And you don't miss it, being happy?"

"I don't truly remember what that emotion feels like." he admitted to Rey. She moved her head slightly in disbelief. No wonder Ben Solo had lost his way.

"How sad it must be for you." His eyes narrowed and he moved his head away from her.

"I don't need your pity," Kylo Ren spat out, moving to stand away from Rey. It was just as well. She could feel death coming for her, creeping along side her like an old friend she hadn't seen in years. Calling to her, whispering.

The sun began to darkened as a storm cloud covered it. Rey shivered at the chill that filled the air. Kylo looked around suspiciously before reached down and lifting her into his arms. "We aren't done yet, scavenger." She smiled.

"I don't think even you are powerful enough to stop death."

His hands tightened on her body as he began walking away with her cradled in his arms. Lips set in a thin line, brow furrowed. "We'll see."

His scavenger was laying on the cold floor at an awkward angle, as if she had just collapsed. It was probably accurate, given how poorly she had cared for herself in the past several days.

If only she had given in, she might have avoided near death. However, Rey was foolish. She had ignored him for days, seeking meditation instead of sleep just to avoid him.

It had made him furious, knowing he was the reason she avoided sleep. That she assumed she could best him at his own game. Instead, the little fool had nearly died, just to spite him.

Lifting her in his arms, Kylo exited the cell, ignoring whomever he passed on his way to the med bay. He could have had some of the troops take her from him, do a job that was beneath him and take care of the wench. But the thought of anyone else providing for her made him angry and irrationally jealous. For obviously he had been too petty to see to her needs and now he was rushing her to a medical unit to keep her from dying.

Perhaps he was the foolish one, just like the despicable Ben Solo had been.

His boots thudded harshly on the floor and those who saw him moved out of his path easily enough. If someone thought his behavior, his 'caring' odd, they didn't speak of it to him. Which was well enough, for he didn't wish to set Rey down just to kill someone, especially so close to his destination.

Once they reached the med bay, he placed Rey into the care of some droids who hooked machines to her, feeding her and hydrating her through a series of tubes.

"Sir, we plan to prolong the healing of her body and mind by placing her into a stasis. Would that be acceptable?"

Rey, completely at his mercy for a few days? It sounded perfect.

Kylo Ren smiled delightfully under his mask, nodding once to the droids before heading back into his room.

He had some sleep to catch up on.

Okie doke, this chapter is done! I hope everyone liked it. Please leave me some comments, let me know what you think of it so far and if you're wanting more!

-Mo