Rey ran. She ran fast and she ran hard, ducking and dodging as rocks flew past her, thankfully agile form. As she darted up and over, through and around her surroundings, stones sped past her from one side or the other like earthy blaster bolts. One caught her in the right arm, sliding through just enough skin to open her flesh before colliding into a bolder hard enough to shatter into a sandy white powder on impact. She dove behind that same bolder and quickly rolled to her feet on the other side.

Taking a small moment out of the Frey to examined her arm, she saw a thin line of blood already starting to trickle down from where the stone had cut through her skin. Rey clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth in disappointment. Two loud cracks against the backside of the boulder violently warned her that her break was over and she took off again. She was sore and had several bruises of varying sizes all over but she wouldn't stop, not while she still had enough fight in her to press on.

Luke called out to her. "Your wasting your energy. Use the Force." He instructed, before firing out another dangerous barrage of splintered stone at her again.

She closed her eyes and turned towards the flying rocks. Her hands flew in front of her and they crashed against the invisible surface of her Force shield. She opened her eyes and examined herself. Her eyes widened and she beamed back at him.

"Did you see that?" She nearly bounced as she spoke. "I stopped them all!" She yelled through a wide toothy grin. She shook her head as if in disbelief.

"Don't get cocky." Was his reply. He fired another at her, catching her off guard and right in the left shoulder. Her body jerked back on that side and she stumbled barely catching herself.

"Nerf herder." She cried under her breath and was disappointed at her lack of awareness and par reflexes.

Rubbing the worst of the bitting pain in her arm away, she cradled the hurt appendage to her side. She eyed her Master angrily but had no time for a retort when the assault began again. She took another hard shot, this time to the left side of her right leg and fell to one knee. Her arm raised and her hand stopped a stone mid air just inches from her face. She ground her teeth, the heat in her gut rising. She flicked her wrist and sent the rock back at him. His head moved to the left and the stone flew past crashing into the cliff side behind him.

"Better." He said. He launched three more at the same time and she flung them away, two left, one right.
He went for more with is mind but she was already working on her own assault.

Rey pulled a small boulder from behind him to her. He was between her and the larger stone and it slammed into his side before he knew what was going on. He spun from the hit but he didn't go down. Surprised and concerned by her attacks effectiveness she went shuffling to her Master's side in an instant.

"Master I'm so sorry. I.." She crowded him, not knowing if she should help him straighten or not. He threw his hand up at her.

"It's fine, you did good." He said through painful breaths. He groaned and arched his back trying to stretch the already swelling area. "I think that's enough for today." He said, turning back towards the encampment.

Rey nodded. She was glad to be done for the time being. Her training had been sever these last few weeks and wasn't sure if she had done something to upset him or if this was just the way it had to be. She wasn't trying to be ungrateful and she'd never doubted that the path to become a Jedi would be a difficult one, but this was getting a little intense. She wondered if he really would have let that rock hit her in the face and if he had, what kind of damage would it have done?

"We'll start again tomorrow." He moved away from the rocky trail that led back to their huts and he didn't look back to see her response so she didn't give him one.

Her right foot shuffled over the ground as she moved along. The muscle in her leg was aching and she could feel it swelling up. She stopped and found a place to examine herself then rolled her pant leg up as high as she could and there it was. A freshly budding yellow and green bruise. The tender skin surrounding it was already puffy and the muscle had already began to stiffen. Rey sighed and began working at the throbbing muscle with her hands.

Growing up she had heard stories of the great Jedi and their adventures. She had been overjoyed when she imagined herself with that title. At first her hopes had only grown but then things here started to change. Her heart was heavy now. Nothing of the last few weeks had fallen in line with any of the things she'd ever heard of in regards to the unwavering light of the Jedi and their Code.

She was greatful to Master Luke and his teachings but they were few and far in between. It was like he didn't trust her or had some other reservations. Perhaps his hesitation with her had simply stemmed from his time alone in isolation on the island. She could relate to his instincts to close himself off. Rey was very careful to allow him the space he needed but she was getting restless. Somewhere out there was a war waiting to be fought. Her friends were at the center of it and she desperately wanted to get back and join them in their fight.

He'd been teaching her mostly how to defend herself using the force. She had also learned to meditate, how to shield her thoughts and mind, and currently she was learning now how to see and interact with the Force around her. Only recently he started teaching her how to wield his fathers lightsaber. It was only through choreographed stances and techniques but she was sure once she had perfected them he would begin to physically train her.

The thought of practicing actual combat with a Jedi Master made her hands tingle with anticipation. She could feel the adrenaline already pumping and she giggled like a child.

When Master Luke wasn't teaching her he disappeared to somewhere on the island that she wasn't allowed to follow. Her curiosity had started to poke at her but she wasn't about to give him a reason to distance himself further or worse to turn her away.

Rey found a grassy patch just far enough from the edge of the nearby cliff to lay down on. It was a strange thing, not being afraid to fly in a ship that she'd never piloted before which could travel at light-speed, only to later discover she had a severe fear of heights. Although to be fair it probably wasn't the hight that she feared but the water at the bottom of the drop. Back on Jakku she had roped down into many ships and mines without even breaking a sweat. The thing is, on a desert planet you don't really ever get the chance to learn how to swim.

She peeked over the edge and her heart rose in her chest. Viridian swells rolled into massive violent waves before slamming into the cliff side. The water climbed thick jagged stone walls before retreating back hard into itself, dragging everything down with it. Angry white tips flowed out from the endless midnight blue depths that surrounded the island like hands waiting to grab unsuspecting ankles.

She shivered. Back on Jakku Rey use to find a place like this in her mind when she needed to escape the cruel reality she faced daily. Now this close to the edge, she felt overwhelmed, almost fearful and there honestly wasn't much that really scared her. She loved the island itself but the water surrounding it gave her anxiety. She had found some shallow pools along the beachside to wade through and once or twice, she had even gone as far as her waist line but the second she felt the current pulling and the undertow snaking around her, that's when her bravery slipped.

She crawled from the ledge back to the soft green of the grass that she could lay in forever. It was nothing like the hot rolling sand that clung to everything and got everywhere back home. The grass was cool and soft. It smelt so nice and the way it moved with the wind, she could watch it for hours and sometimes she did. She found she loved the color green.Turning to her side she ran her hand over the short blades. She closed her eyes and let them tickle her palm. She smiled as she watched each blade slide over her skin through the force.

"Abusing the force for your own amusement...? That's not a very Jedi thing to do, Little scavenger." A soft distant voice teased her.

She propped herself up to her palms as the world around her melted away into darkness. Her eyes took in the sudden change of scenery around her. Rey wasn't on the cliff side anymore. She was in some kind of room.

It was large, open and dark. Very dark. There were beams reaching from the bottom of the floor to the top of the ceiling with thick gashes of red, molted metal stretching most of the length of them. She could use the soft glow from the tortured beams to see a little. Their smoldering scares shone just bright enough for her to navigate the area with her eyes.

There were stands with control panels and small flickering lights waiting to be tampered with, she immediately hated those. They lite the things closest to them for a second at time and it played with her eyes. She blinked several times adjusting her eyes to the darkened space around her.

She slowly, lightly moved through the room, investigating the area around her as she searched for an exit. She could see large heavy looking bags hanging from the ceiling and what looked like a weapons rack at the far end of the room. Her pace quickened as she moved for it. That's when she stepped on something hot and sharp causing her to swear inwardly. She lifted her foot and peeled shredded metal and wires from her boot. It was still hot in her hands and she assumed that whatever had cut up the beams had first enjoyed a taste of this... or what was left of it.

She turned it over to examine it more closely and when her fingers found the hot section her foot had, her hand retracted with such speed that the piece of what she now realized was a droid, went flying through the air. She pulled her fingers to her lips and in an attempt to cool the burning sensation, she sucked the stinging tips into her mouth. There was a deep, guttural sound from behind her and she spun to face it. For a second under the light of the flashing panels she thought she saw someone. When the light flashed on again they were gone and she remembered what brought her here... his voice!

"Where are you?" She growled through the darkness.

A brush of air behind her sent her spinning around again. Her eyes scanned the area around her but still there was only the darkness.

How poetic of a representation for Kylo Ren. She thought bitterly.

Then from behind her, just like in every one of the nightmares she'd had since she'd met him, that sound came; the searing hiss and crackle from his igniting cross-guard lightsaber. She could see the red glow behind her. It illuminated the floor just in front of her. He was close. If she were to be honest with herself, she knew he was close even before the glow and hum of the lightsaber gave him away... she could feel him near.

Rey froze, her fear locking her in place. She heard the hum of him twirling his plasma blade in his hand and she watched as the crimson glow moved over the floor, sweeping through the shadows. She felt the heat of that blade creeping towards her in waves; like it was reaching for her of its own volition. At least now she knew who and what was responsible for the injuries the beams and droids had endured.

She realized then that she must have been in some kind of training room. Her eyes frantically worked, straining against the flashing lights and the maddening crackle of the crimson illumination of his plasma blade as it grew nearer. Still she desperately searched the darkness for an exit. Kylo stepped closer behind her and Rey's heart jumped into her throat leaving her swallowing painfully to force it back down where it belonged.

She couldn't die here. It was only a dream. She thought, but then she rubbed her fingertips together, remembering the burn she had endured only seconds ago. Could she die here? Her mind swam in a sudden panic.

"What makes you think I want you dead?" He asked inquisitively.

His voice rang through the air just behind her and she shivered. Rey had been vigorously training for months to keep her thoughts guarded and quiet and it all fell away the second she was next to him.

Good to know that was paying off.  She chastised herself silently.

Rey decided not to answer him. Instead she slowly turned her head to the right. She didn't need to move her head to stare stare down at the crimson bathed floor between them but she made a show of pointing out the glow of his weapon while she stood unarmed.

"It's not exactly a fair fight." Rey had meant to sound strong but she heard the shakiness in her voice when she spoke. Again for the show of it, she held out her hands with her palms open for him to see she was, in fact, unarmed.

Kylo Ren took two large strides forward brining his lightsaber so close to her that his arm shadowed over hers. His plasma blade groaned when he moved next to her. It crackled wildly as sparks spit in the open air along the length of it. His hand stayed low. He wasn't trying to threaten her but he would use the plasma blade to trap her.

The last time Rey had seen that angry lightsaber he had used it to sever a man completely in half. She shifted uncomfortably at the memory. It took all of the self control she could muster not to bolt away from it. And it wouldn't have helped if she did, she had no where to go. She couldn't side step to the left quick enough to escape his reach and if he chose to swing the saber from this close, she had no doubt the blow would be fatal. At the proximity with which she found herself to him, she defiantly couldn't step backward. Forward would put her closer to that angry blade and she'd rather let him choke her to death before she would allow herself to meet her demise at the end of that sinister weapon.

She eyed the hilt the plasma was housed in. It looked rough at best. Fastened together the same as he was. Unstable in it's craft and ready to explode at a moments notice. Quick to destroy, to consume and to overwhelm. They were both powerful, both dangerous, and yet some how both torn. Just as his hilt forced the split of the kyber crystal, sending it's focus in multiple directions, she felt he too had something controlling him, forcing a divide in him in a similar way.

She had witnessed his indecision first had. Had seen him struggling with his inner demons that night on the Starkiller. Now his black gloved hand squeezed the hilt tightly. So tightly in fact, that she could see his forearm flexing under the black pleats of his armor. He gripped the weapon as though he were containing it. As though he was the only thing keeping control over the straining plasma.

"Since when does life ever offer a fair fight?" He asked, sincerely.

"It certainly hadn't for your father." The true but cruel words came out before she could stop herself.

Her eyes shut tight. At least now she'd die quickly. She thought to herself.

He was silent behind her. She didn't even hear him breathing. Rey swore she heard the plasma blade whine as it retracted back into it's core and she thought she heard the very air around it being sucked with it back into it's prison. She tensed at the sound assuming it would be her last, but nothing followed. Then she felt this deep swelling pain in her chest. This shattering sadness built up and she thought she might for just a moment... cry. Then regret washed over her and she was back to the pain again.

Heat stirred beneath her chest. The pain was melting down, reforging itself into a sharp, hot anger. It was a confusing wash of emotions and she didn't understand why she was feeling them so suddenly and all at once. Han's death had hurt but she had given herself the time she needed to move past the would be father figure, though she was obviously still very angry at kylo Ren.

When he spoke again, she understood where the emotions had come from.

"Don't talk about things you don't understand." He seethed.

He had genuine anger there but under that were the same emotions she'd just felt. He used his anger as a shield and he was hiding behind it now. She should be use to being privy to his more intense emotions by now. Every time they were near each other she got sucked into his depths.

It was so surreal to be able to literally feel what some one else was. Not just sharing the feelings between them but actually physically feeling what he felt, was mind boggling and to be honest, exhausting. Rey now knew that she had hurt him with her words and she instantly regretted it. She forgot about the situation she was in, forgot how dangerous he was and in that moment of weakness, she turned to face him.

Rey froze absolutely stunned. She was just inches from his bare chest. So close, her nose almost touched him. She couldn't breath with out taking in his scent and it was something unique. Something that she couldn't pin down well enough to describe but it was marvelous. Cool yet spicy, crisp, earthy and very masculine. It reminded her of the night air. She almost smiled when she realized he reminded her of the soft grass she was currently curled up in.

She swallowed when she remembered where she was. Her eyes roamed over him. He was bare from the waist up. His arms were clad in the tight black pleated armor he normally wore, complete with black padded leather gloves. Before when she'd seen his arm under the glow of his lightsaber there had been no sign or reason to think he wasn't fully clothed. She'd seen his glove and arm guards. Now staring at the black leather straps that met at the center of his chest holding those arm guards up, she was dumbfounded. Her mind literally shut down. He didn't say anything either, he just let her stand there in her idiocy.

He was more dangerous then she could have ever imagined. He was a wall of hard toned muscle. His skin appeared bright in contrast to the black armor he wore over his arms and shoulders. He was smooth planes and ripples of dazzling milky white skin. Little beauty spots dotted his perfection like tiny points of interest on a galactic map, leading travelers along through a very detailed tour of the hard lines and muscled length that Kylo Ren was built of.

Rey swallowed painfully hard as her eyes took him in. This was a body carved by the hands of abuse and war. Both old and new scares accented the entirety of him. He was a warrior in every way. It wasn't hard for her to imagine him as the Master of the Knights of Ren now. His age meant nothing when compared to his experience. He wore the proof of his battles like permanent medals of honor.

It only took seconds to find the larger scare in his left abdomen. That one had undoubtably come from Chewie's Bowcaster. She traced it with her eyes. It looked like a young child had made an innocent attempt at drawing a circle. It was mostly round but sloppy, shaky, and even a bit jagged in places.

Rey's heart twisted with guilt and fear as the desire grew within her to see what she'd done to him. She was as curious as she was disgusted with herself knowing that she wanted to look up so badly to see what damage her anger was responsible for that night. Her eyes moved over the black armored sleeve that covered the length and top of his right arm and shoulder. A thick rugged scare peeked up from behind it. It stretched the length of his collar bone up and across his traps. The blade had just grazed his neck and the scar was thin there before starting thick again at his jawline and that's where Rey stopped. She couldn't bring her self to look further. She closed her eyes remembering the cauterized slash she had left across his face the last time she'd seen it.

How badly had she disfigured him?  That beautiful, masculine face. Was there still sadness in those eyes or had she turned them to ice? She wondered at the ramifications of such a disfiguring mark, remembering the first time she'd looked upon his once perfect face. Her heart swelled. She could feel her breath rolling off of his chest. It reminded her that he was real. That he was not just a memory of some sad tortured soul that her mind kept painting him as.

This is Kylo Ren, you hate Kylo Ren. She evoked trying to push her thoughts away from sympathizing with the very man in front of her. She'd gotten soft since she met Leia and the others. Back on Jakku she'd have never given her actions or his a second thought. It's not like murder and death didn't surround Rey her entire life.

But Han felt different. His death had been a loss and having nothing prior to loose, only made it all the more difficult to cope with. He wasn't like the usual smugglers she'd run into in the past back on the dusty planet. He had a set of rules, a code if you will. He was with the Resistance and they were the right side of the two forces. They were the light and Ren was the dark. He was a monster no matter how beautiful the face was he hid behind. Her inner resolve voiced.

But he hadn't hid behind it. He had removed the mask he wore and shown himself to Han Solo. Faced his father with all of his demons and struggles bared. His father's last moments had been of clear love and forgiveness. Her inner light defended.

Still, she couldn't just accept that. She couldn't get past the anger. Rey imagined red paint splattered across his face where the scar would be. It would always be there to remind him of what he'd done. She hadn't intended on marking him but the connection didn't go unnoticed. She'd struck him right where his father's hand had touched him so lovingly only minutes before. There was a fleeting moment of satisfaction and she knew she should be ashamed at the darkness of her thoughts. She knew Han wouldn't have wanted his son marred in shame over what he'd done. Han had the love to forgive him and that alone should be enough for Rey to get over it. Rey remembered the emotions she'd felt through him in the after math and again when she'd brought it up just seconds ago.

He would never be able to move past what he'd done, even if he wanted to and that was her fault.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She fought to keep them from falling. How could she be responsible for such hate, such destruction? She'd called him a monster but she'd been only a strike away from killing him herself. She admitted shamefully to herself. And Maker, if she didn't think about it often since.

Kylo look down on her in anger and then in awe as he listened in on her internal struggle. He hadn't initially meant to pry but she was so open and it did concern him. He reasoned.

Her inner battle mirrored his own and since he was the cause, he felt guilty over it. He could feel her mentally withdrawing from him but he wouldn't allow it. He'd waited so long to have her here, to have her this close. He wanted to share with her what the scar meant to him. He wanted her to know that it was a reminder of her and not of his father.

When he thought of what he did to his father it was because he chose to not because she or anyone else needed to remind him. He would never forget and he didn't want to. He'd done what he thought he had to do at the time and he couldn't change that now even if he wanted to. Her scar was the only good thing that had come out of his life in a long time.

A part of him died that night with his father. Another part came to life when she had marked him, unknowingly claimed him as her's. Kylo Ren was permanently branded. He would always belong to her now and wether she knew it or accepted it, she belonged to him too. He suddenly needed her to understand how he felt about it.

He silently clipped the hilt of his lightsaber to his waistline and grabbed her left hand with his right. Giving her no time process what was happening he pulled it over the right side of his face. When she tugged back he held it there, his fingers remaining over hers as he slowly guided them along the scar. Rey didn't look up. She didn't even open her eyes. Her fingers trembled against his skin as she blindly studied him under the pressure of his hand. She traced the thin smooth line from over his brow, down his cheek to the hard line of his jaw.

Kylo didn't breath while she touched him. He'd run his fingers over this scar so many times since she'd given it to him that now without falter, he delicately moved her along with surgical precision. He stared down at Rey as he held her hand under his. Her fingers left a hot trail over the sensitive flesh as they explored. She wouldn't look at him and he desperately wanted to see those wild hazel eyes looking up at him like the night she'd done this to him or the night he discovered their Force bond.

He led her fingers down until they rested on his jaw line. He wanted to bring them further down, wanted to feel her trace the tissue down his neck and over his shoulder but he could feel her hesitation growing. Her resistance while touching him was building and he didn't want her to fight him. Not so soon after he'd just gotten her skin on his. When he stopped guiding her she tried to pull her hand away but he kept it in his. He wasn't ready to let her go just yet. Kylo pulled against her when she tugged and instead of letting her hand go, he brought it to his mouth.

Her head snapped up and her eyes opened wide. She saw past his face, past his scar, she could only see the deep pools of darkness that were his brown eyes. They were soft and hard, strong and weak all at the same time. They held more then one kind of power and right now they were focused on her. He stared into her soul as he pressed his lips against the soft pads of her fingers. Large tears rolled down her confused face. She flattened her free hand against his chest in an attempt to push off of him but his left arm snaked around her back and he pulled her against him, pinning her hand between them. She took that moment to pull her other hand free from his grasp and she tugged it away from his mouth.

In an attempt to regain control Rey balled her fist intending to strike him. He had no right to touch her like this. Again he countered her. He caught her wrist in his powerful hand and though he could have easily crushed it, he secured her under his wrapped fingers and gently pulled it out to the side of his face. She didn't have the arm strength to fight him, especially while he extended her arm so awkwardly away from her. Though he was bent to meet her he was still much taller and she couldn't use her weight to help pull her arm free from his grasp. She felt ridiculous pulling against him. If she'd been looking straight ahead her face would have been pressed into his chest but when he'd trapped her she was looking up at him and so she was stuck looking up at him now and boy did she glare!

Kylo Ren was staring down at her and suddenly she felt like there was a lack of air in the room. Her lips parted to allow more oxygen in and out of her heavy chest. Ren's eyes dropped from hers to her mouth and she felt her cheeks flush. She was embarrassed, flustered and excited by the way her body responded to his. Rey shuddered under the intensity of his gaze and that made her uncomfortable. She didn't like the lack of control she had around him. Her stomach was heating and she didn't know if it was from outrage or something else.

"Let me go..." She attempted demanding, but it came out more of a whispered question.

Still staring at her lips as she spoke, Kylo Ren's pupils blew up, his eyes dilating as he stared down at her. There was something wild about them now, something unhinged and primal. Rey attempted to step back, somehow forgetting that his arm was fastened around her back, a barrier of steel that caged her in with the beast above her. His arm responded by tugging her closer.

"When I'm done." He said single mindedly and with a hint of something more dangerous then his unstable emotions.

Her brows rose at his domineering response but she didn't have time to retort before he silenced her. In one smooth motion the arm behind her back curled and lifted, scooping her around the curve of her lower back and waist just enough that her toes were barely left touching the floor, and his mouth captured hers.

Her mind exploded with images of angry waves crashing against the cliff side that she knew she was still sleeping above. He forcefully led her lips with his and suddenly the waves were fire; he was fire and he was setting her ablaze. In that moment, she would gladly welcome the grasping hands of the viridian swells amongst the jagged teeth of the rocks below. Let them pull her under until she couldn't breath. She didn't care, she couldn't think to care. All she could do was feel.

Her hand was smoldering against the heat of his chest and she could feel the strength of his heart beating furiously against her palm. He was pulling her under like the waves and she was powerless to stop him. Her eyes closed as they rolled in her head. She stopped fighting him then. Her body or her mind, was in shock and she became unable to process what was happening or who it was happening with. She couldn't catch up to the world around her. Every thing was happening so fast and she was moving so slow.

Just as Rey thought she'd drown in him, his mouth broke the seal over hers. His lips softened and he gently moved along hers. She shivered under the delicate touch of his mouth over her swollen lips. All she could do was follow. Her insides were liquid and she felt her legs starting to shake as her knees weakened. He pulled away and rested his forehead along the bridge of her nose. She was stunned into silence as he breathed over her mouth. The soft black waves that framed his face tickled along her skin, sending chills all the way down to her toes. They stood pressed together for several seconds before she came back to her senses.

What the kriff just happened and why hadn't she stopped it? Her inner voice was as furious as it was confused and she could barely make out what it was saying. Then he spoke over her mouth and she didn't care.

"When it's not a dream... imagine what that will feel like." His eyes closed as though he were doing just that.
"Imagine what it will feel like..." His head tipped so their lips nearly touched and he spoke over her mouth adding emphasis to the last of his words. "When I'm really touching you." His breath rolled along her chin and neck. She felt it in small puffs over her collar bone as he exhaled and she shivered.

They way he finished the last sentence made her quiver and she literally started picturing his words in her head. He'd said it as though he were sure it would happen. Like it was predetermined and set in stone. Her skin sizzled and she felt her body responding in ways that shook her... no, terrified her! Somewhere in the middle of it all his grip on her had loosened. She felt her feet flat on the ground again.

Focusing on her footing she set her mind to concentrating on the feel the solid ground beneath her and she used it to level herself. She didn't know when her balled fist had relaxed but now his leather clad hand was pressing against her skin. His fingers were bending over her knuckles, working to force her palm open against his. Her mind threatened to go blank again but she caught it just in time. She imagined resetting it like a droid on the fritz. She blacked everything out and rebuilt the world up around her. Rey shook her head and Kylo knew his time with her was up.

"That's never going to happen." She said finally finding her voice.

She jerked her hand out of his and he didn't stop her. He let her go then and to both their surprise, she didn't fall. Her legs still felt weak but she held herself up just the same, pretending to be unaffected by their recent contact.

Kylo watched her eyes smolder even as she looked away. He was amazed at how well she held herself, even as he felt his own body rock from their sudden intimacy. He watched her closely as she feigned normalcy. He could see how flustered she really was but he didn't bring attention to it for fear he may embarrass her. He'd already gone to far. He hadn't meant to kiss her but when her lips had parted under his eyes, he lost his self awareness and his body took over where his reason should have. She had so much more control over herself then he did.

He marveled at her strength. The way she caught and brought herself back under restraint. Physically her chest heaved and her body shook ever so slightly. Even her fists were balled tightly at her sides. All while she was mentally pretending as though nothing had effected her. She was trying very hard to convince both of them of that and he found it endearing. The harder she tried, the more amused he became. She held her head high and she clearly made an effort to look through him rather then at him. He couldn't help it then, she was adorable and it made him smile. It was genuine and warm. An act he hadn't done since he was a boy. He corrected the mishap quickly. His lips pulled to a straight line before she could see it. Thankfully she was to focused on looking at anything but him.

He was fire and she was ice. And Maker, he loved the way they melted together. He smiled inwardly.

It reminded him of the first time they'd challenged each other in the interrogation chamber. She had won there, but he was sure this victory would be his given enough time. "We'll see." He said, mimicking his first challenge to her. His eyes were dark and mischievous. A small smile played at the right corner of his mouth and when he spoke, her eyes flew to his lips. She stared at his mouth for a second too long before she finally looked away.

Yes, she could win battle after battle, it wouldn't matter in the end because he would win the war! He thought as he stared at her wild eyes.

Without warning green pierced through the darkness filling the small space between them with the same color as the grass she slept in. It separated them like the ravine had back on the Starkiller base. Kylo stepped towards Rey but he was already to late. His eyes caught her's for a brief moment. They were wide with fear as she stared at him through the emerald light and then... she was gone. With their connection severed, she woke from her dream in a startle leaving him alone in the dark room.

Kylo reached for her with his mind but he was met by a strong force wall. It was far to potent to come from just her mind. "Skywalker!" He hissed. Kylo yanked the hilt of his lightsaber free from his waistline. It shook in his hand matching it's masters unstable fury with an anger of its own. He ignited the plasma blade as he screamed his agitation into the air. He slashed and struck repeatedly at the beams and droid dispersion panels cutting his way through the room. He Force pulled the training bags, ripping them from the ceilings and hacked at them one after the other. Next he dismembered every single training droid in the room. After that he took his rage to the walls, slashing and pummeling with a combination of his blade and fists until his knuckles bled in his gloves.

When he finally found the red over his vision clearing he stopped. His lightsaber retracted and the room was silent except for his heavy breaths and the dying sounds of sputtering electrical wires strewn about. He pressed his forehead into the wall just inches from where a thin glop of molted metal was starting to run. Heat lingered along his face tickling the sensitive flesh of his scar and he thought about her fingers. It had been months since he'd seen her. Since Luke had walled her away from him, he'd barely even been able to brush her mind with his over the long spans of time.

How long would it be until he found her again? How long would it be until she unintentionally drifted to him as she had tonight? Months... years...? He wouldn't survive that long with out her. He stayed with his head pressed into the wall savoring the fleeting heat of the quickly cooling blood-like metal until it finally solidified, denying his already longing skin the heat it so craved. After several more moments of self wallowing he reluctantly pulled his head from the surface. He stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to release some tension before turning on his heels and heading to his private medical bay. He mentally sighed. He hated the kriffing med bed!

Luke stood over Rey, his green lightsaber illuminating his scowl in a frightful way. She scrambled to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. He looked wild. His hair whipped hard in the wind. His eyes glowed against the green of his plasma blade and beard looked unkempt while his robes bellowed behind him. Other then his appearance there was something else off balance about him. She couldn't figure out what it was but something was changing in him and she'd seen it slowly developing over the last few weeks but now it happened at a rapid pace, seemingly right before her eyes.

"Master?" She found herself blinking up at him as though trying to identify who he was. Except for the clothes he wore and even they were not as tidy, he didn't look a thing like the man she had met that first day she arrived on the island.

His lightsaber retracted and he walked away from her without a word.

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