He wanted her to be grateful - she could tell by the expectant expression on his face when she forced herself into the training hangar two weeks later. Two more weeks of captivity, two weeks of idle chat with cooks, dentists, cleaners, support staff, two weeks of reading intelligence reports, two weeks of practising lightsaber drills in her room, two weeks of waiting for rescue. She was driven back into his company through boredom more than anything else. And she was still expected to be grateful because he'd let her out to Duuk and then filled the entire moon full of his men, so he could control her every step.

'What's next?' she asked, as rudely as possible.

He straightened. 'Dual drills. I know you've been working on the single ones. The Jedi valued teamwork, I never understood why, but everyone was expected to train together, as a way of building trust.' He came to stand immediately behind her, so close she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. 'Today we're going to do the drills together. With lightsabers.' His hummed into incarnadine life at her side. 'We'll do the same movements in tandem, but if you make a mistake or if you turn too quickly or step the wrong way, you'll probably slice my arm off. '

She grinned, because he couldn't see it.

'I thought you'd like that. Go.'

She could do the various positions and combinations with her eyes closed, moved into them swiftly, feeling his presence wrapped around her back like a shroud. Several times she turned fast enough to catch him out, but he was always one step ahead and eventually she gave up trying.

'What's the point of this? Apart from to make me really uncomfortable?'

He stayed where she couldn't see him. 'We fought together once before, and it was a disaster. We should have been able to beat the Praetorian Guard without breaking a sweat, but I had to spend the whole time looking around to see if you needed help. Next time we fight together you need to know where I am and what I'm going to do without thinking about it, and vice versa.'

'Next time?'

'Combat training. Out in the field. I understand you're quite keen to get off the ship.'

She turned, cautiously. 'You're suggesting we go out and fight people together? For fun? That's not Jedi training.'

'Jedi training in a Sith environment. Do you want to get out or not?'

'You said this was a trust exercise. Do I have to trust you to do it?'

He raised his eyebrows as if genuinely surprised. 'Of course not. I never trust anyone. Nor should you. If you're through with the questions, just close your eyes, and try to feel everyone else like you on the ship. To me they look like targets on a scanner, but we see things differently, I expect.'

'Who else is like me?'

'No one,' he shot back, looking smug. 'See? Flattery. There are people sensitive to the Force all over the ship. You're not unique. There's the data analyst down on level fifteen, for example. The mechanic who's forever up in the air conditioning vents. Your Captain Ocram, of course.'

'He's on board?'

'I thought it safest to have him where I can see him, from now on.'

She closed her eyes, let her awareness spread though the ship, finding strange spots of warmth that varied in temperature scattered across the infrastructure. They didn't seem aware of her, even the ones that burned brightest, and she played with the control for a while, drawing closer to see if she could sense who they were and what they were doing. She couldn't see their thoughts, but if she concentrated hard enough, she got a vague indication of what they were feeling, what they wanted or what they were focused on. The warm spots were like stars across the galaxy, and she was standing right in front of one that burned with the power of a supernova. She screwed her eyes together against it. 'You're too much for me.'

'Flattery?' He sounded amused.

'It won't be permanent.'

'You only need a minimal level of awareness. I always know exactly where you are and generally what you're doing. That's all. I can teach you to control what access anyone else has to your thoughts, it can come in very useful.'

She reached out towards the bonfire, attempted to cool it down and it winked out with such speed that she fell forward, flinging out her hands. She was caught, but at some point, he'd taken off his gloves and their skin touched for the first time in many weeks.

Her perspective changed instantly. She was still looking into his eyes but instead of standing face to face he was above her and she was lying on her back, on something soft. A sheen of sweat slicked his forehead, his breath was hot on her cheek and her mouth was full of a taste that wasn't her own. Under her hands the muscles in his back flexed and there was tension in her left leg where it was hooked around his waist. His weight pressed her down as his body shifted, driving him further between her thighs.

She reacted immediately, ripping the vision from her mind and sucking in a huge gulp of air. Lashing out blindly she connected with his chest, pushing him away as hard as she could and then sped from the room, flying down corridors with tears clouding her sight, colliding with anyone not swift enough to let her pass.

That couldn't be the future, it couldn't. The shape of it was as solid and clear as the one she'd described to Luke, but this was an abomination she would never share. She would never, ever, let him do that to her. Her captor. A man who had asked her to join him, so he could control every aspect of her life. A monster.

She locked every door she had, and she still didn't feel safe.

She sensed him in the corridor outside her room not long afterwards, and his voice in her mind was edged with sadness.

'Do I disgust you that much?'

She had to get off the ship.