Rey shot up from bed with a piercing shriek. Raggedly gasping for breath, she sat on her bed for a moment trying to reorient herself. She stared at the picture of Pavel.

She dredged through the rest of the night, hardly sleeping. When she had to get ready for work, she was up and dressed in record time.

"Good morning, Rey!" Pavel greeted with his usual cheer.

She barely answered.

When their shifts were over, she was gone immediately. He took a few moments longer but sped out of the bridge as soon as he could. She was already quite a way ahead of him and walking very fast.

"Rey! V-vait!" he called out, walking as fast as he could towards her.

She kept walking at her unusually rapid pace, not paying mind to him.

Turning his walk into a jog, he was finally able to catch her. He grabbed her hand which whipped her around toward him.

"Vat's wrong, Rey? You haven't said anything to me all day! To anyone!"

"I-I'm tired, Pavel. I'm going to bed." She turned and tried to walk away, but he still had her hand.

"Let go!" She yanked her arm free of his grip.

Softening his now unsteady voice, he spoke again. "Please, vat's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Rey, please. You-you're not vell! Something's really wrong. Even on bad days you're not like zis."

Her tears finally broke loose. "It's these stupid nightmares, okay? All I want to do is live my life here. I finally had one, and now it's all being…ripped away! I'm so afraid I'm going to hurt someone! Afraid I might hurt you! I don't want to do that!"

"It's just a nightmare! I don't care what it says. I know it's scary but remember zat's all it is. It's just your mind playing tricks!"

"Pavel, you don't get it. I'm a liability. The First Order is somehow chasing me, and I'm scared of myself. You haven't seen how I've been changing. Noticing things. I know the dream is fake, that it's just my mind, but I couldn't live with myself if something happened. I just couldn't."

His eyes widened and the growing lump in his throat made it hard to restrain his emotions and speak.

"Vat are you saying?"

She turned, sobbing, and practically ran from him.

"Vait!" He started after Rey, who was running by now.

He reached toward her hand, and it almost came to his.

"I can't stay, Pavel. Just let me go!" She tugged away but he held her fast. She looked through her tears and into his eyes.

"I can't do zat. I couldn't live with myself if I let you go."

He subconsciously pulled her in, wrapping her in his arms. She cried for a minute or two before she finally regained her determination and pulled away. He watched helplessly as she vanished into her quarters, his heart hurting more than he thought it would.

She had intended to commandeer a shuttle that night. She really had. Her determination faded slightly with her tears as she lay in bed. She promised herself she'd get her will back in the morning. She'd give the good life one more day.

Morning came.

People came and went in the halls as she walked, head down, to her post at the bridge. If anything, letting her decision sit another night had hardened her resolve. Guilt and fear hung in her conscience like a poison fog. Tonight was the night she'd get a shuttle. Or, maybe, that's what the guilt was for. She dreaded the thought of leaving the only family she'd known to abandon herself to whatever the cruel future had for her. Upon her entry to the bridge, Pavel greeted her with his usual perkiness, but she could hear the relief in his voice. Suddenly the world grew foggy, and she felt sick. As she sat down, she was pretty sure she'd greeted Pavel back, but couldn't remember for sure. Once she was grounded again, her lightheadedness cleared a bit, but her guilt and fear still did not.

She managed a few fairly decent hours of work before finally, she closed her eyes for a second in an attempt to ground and calm herself at least a little. Out of nowhere, the nightmare she'd had a few times now flashed before her, causing her to draw in a ragged gasp. It was the bridge from her perspective, except everyone was unconscious. She tried hard to wipe it from her mind but to no avail. Her eyes popped open and she stared at her con, trying to get her mind off it. She sat up and spun past Nyota to face the captain.

She couldn't see him.

She whipped back towards Nyota, who was half lying on her con. Jumping out of her chair, she whipped around, trying to figure out what happened. Spock was on the floor. So was Kirk now that she could see him. Sulu was slumped over his con and—

"PAVEL!" She all but shrieked his name as she rushed to his side.

Her vision was blurred as she shook him, frantically calling his name as she shook him in an attempt to wake him. Wiping the tears from her face, she turned around to see Spock approaching.

"Spock, I-" Her vision blackened, and she collapsed.

Nyota groaned as she sat up, still reeling. "Wh-what happened?"

Turning, she saw everyone else getting up as well. She glanced to her side.

"Captain, where's Rey?"

Spock answered instead.

"Safely in the brig, Nyota."

"What?! The brig?"

Kirk sighed. "I guess now is the best time to update you all on this. I've told Mister Chekov, but I had been wondering about her for a while. I didn't like that she had shown the same power as Kylo Ren. She could even be helping him."

Nyota cut in. "She's just a scared kid! Why on earth would she be on their side?"

"Because it would be very easy for her to be. Either they're using her to track us, or she's telling them. I don't know how any of this works and I don't want to make a big mistake."

"You might be making one by putting her in there, you know."

"I know."