Kylo's hand moved to the small of Rey's back and he carefully began to siphon her power again but he was more cautious this time around, he wouldn't pull on her light, only his Darkness. Rey ignored the light pressure of his hand on her body. She didn't feel he was a threat on the contrary; He was apart of her, he moved throughout her, he encouraged her. She chose to focus on her former teacher. She wouldn't ever call him her Master again. One of the first memories to come back to her had been training with a young Ben Solo. Now she understood why Luke was unable to connect with her. He never stood a chance. Ben and Kira had been training together from a very early age and had bonded almost immediately as Master and Apprentice.

She blinked, suddenly realizing that she remembered those lessons, at least parts of them. It explained so much of the abilities she'd used after only peeking at them through Kylo mind. They were now fresh in her head because they were new to the memory banks of her mind. Her thoughts darkened clouding what was left of her once peaceful resolve. She couldn't believe that he'd stolen her in the middle of the night. He had misled her innocent mind into thinking she was safe with him... he'd brought her to Unkar Plutt... and left her there. Every though struck a chord, a pain filled, personal chord. 

"Why?" Her hurt filled voice broke as she choked out that one simple word in his direction.

As her anger continued to grow, Rey's aura continued to darken. Kylo was mesmerized. His energy hummed around her but she had her own Darkness in the mix too. He was taken back momentarily. It surprised him because she was still so pure but it shouldn't have after all, he had his own light hidden away to. Why shouldn't she have a little night in her day? Still, her Darkness mixing with his left chills up his spine. His body shivered as the sweat that had formed from their heated exchange cooled and gelled along his shoulder blades. His skin tightened and his muscles tensed as her anger pushed in through their connection.

While he reluctantly pulled his Darkness from her, her Force energy danced like lighting in hot waves across his flesh. It was seduction in a way he'd never known. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open. It seemed the only time he appreciated his helmet anymore was for the opportunity to hide his reactions to her behind it's mask. Force she was powerful. The temptation was nearly to much while her Force ran down his tense body. Her Darkness, as little as it was, was so appealing. He wanted to encourage her rage until it ignited into hate. He wanted to push the power she was emitting just to see where it led them. His chest heaved with the excitement that was building through out his body. His fists tightened as he suddenly imagined her writhing underneath of him while they rode the wave of their mixed power as he fueled her Darkness with his. His arousal and Darkness bled through their connection slowly at first but as his desire grew it began pumping through to her end in thick pulses and he could hardly bring it back fast enough to keep himself from polluting her beautiful Light.

Her hand reached out and her lightsaber was there before any of them knew what was happening. The blue plasma ignited upon contact and Rey took an unconscious step towards the Jedi who gave her away to be worked as a slave until the day she escaped or the day she died. That didn't even hurt her as much as the realization that Luke put the notion in her head that her family was coming back for her. A family she didn't have....

"You... you let me believe... " Her breathy words paused and her left foot dragged forward across the dirt beneath her feet.

Her fist gripped the hilt of her blazing lightsaber and her emotions fed the blade until the Kyber crystal heated at the hilts core. It was familiar with this hate, it had survived it before in the hands of Anakin Skywalker.

"You said they would come back for me... you lied to me... you left me..." She twirled the lightsaber in her hand and Luke did no more then stare wide eyed, his ability to react was locked down by his disbelief as he watched her aura change into something he'd feared for almost fifteen years.

Maybe Ben wasn't in their after all, if he was he wouldn't be allowing this... Maybe all that was left was the damaged warlord at her side... Luke took notice of Kylo Ren's hand behind her. Was he changing her? Was he controlling her? Could his nephew have that power? From what Luke could tell his Ren's hand was somewhere low on her back. Was that how he did it? He had to get Ren away from Rey before it was too late! Luke contemplated his options as he watched the pair closely. Her Force was shifting, both of their signatures were. Light, Dark... Dark, Light... He couldn't tell what was going on.

Kylo had been lost in the feel of their Force burning and shifting in between them when the sudden humming of her lightsaber at her side brought him back to his senses. He was intoxicated by her rage. It was clouding his better judgment. He was filled with too much want. To much need for the things she was sending him through their connection. It was similar to the first time she'd taken to much of his power into herself during their fight on the Starkiller. He was betting if he could see her eyes now, he'd find himself in them.

If she attacked Skywalker it would be his fault. He could bring her to the Dark side right now... after she killed Luke she'd never go back to the Light... He could take her right here right now and she wouldn't fight him, he could feel how powerful she felt, how good she felt. He was mostly ok with that. He decided as his full lips stretched across his face.

Fuel her, encourage her, join her! His darkness encouraged him. Imagine bringing her before the Supreme Leader after she slays the last and most powerful of the Jedi... he could not deny you... she could be yours! His hand pulled from her back as he lost the will to dampen her rage. The tendrils of his darkness squeezed and he responded loyally to his Dark side urges.

The loss of his hand on the small of her back pulled what comfort she was getting from him away with it. She was suffocating without that contact. Was he leaving me now? Abandoning me like Luke did? Darkness filled her mind with doubt. Her pain bled through their bond but it didn't need to for him to see her struggle. Her body was strained with it. The side profile he could read said strength and anger but he knew inside just past her overwhelmed emotions she was being crushed by the hurt she felt.

Stop, control yourself. You're her Master... protect her! This is another way to lose her. You know how she'll feel afterwards. Determined to come to her aid in her time of need, the Light she'd left in him led the cavalry that was his conscience and just like that, his internal struggle was back as his Darkness and his Light warred within the battle field of his mind.

His hand was suddenly reaching for hers and to his surprise she didn't deny him when he took it. The contact with her skin was intense. Her head flew to his mask and when she didn't recoil he forgot he was wearing it. His eyes burned for her and it was fortunate for Luke that she couldn't see it because his heat would have pushed her to far. He squeezed her hand as her hazel eyes darkened. Those beautiful bright hazel eyes that he could lose himself in... those wild precious orbs that he loved so much held dark shadows and darker intent beneath their lethal surface.

Kylo was right... This wasn't her... this was him. His darkness was the dominant Force behind her eyes. His fist crushed painfully at the air at his side as he realized he couldn't allow this. He couldn't be the force that destroyed her.

When he did no more then stare at her through his blank mask she lost interest and her attention moved back to the man who left her alone on a junk yard planet for fourteen years.

"You didn't just take me... you stole him... Ben will never come back... he's gone... " She stepped forward but she didn't get far. Her mind was still under the control of Kylo Ren she just didn't remember the words that held her in place. He felt her Force pull back as though blocked by an invisible wall ahead of her and he knew why instantly. He was a master at the mind trick. He excelled at this technique from a very early age. He felt her frustration and her confusion while she tried to step away from him. He watched her struggle to take another step towards Luke and his words echoed through his mind. "You will not leave me!" He'd commanded and now, she couldn't.

Ren stepped to the side of her and his left arm crossed over her front half. His right hand still held her left in a soft grip. He was being extremely careful with her and it would have surprised Rey before, but now she understood. Her mind still recognized him as Ben Solo even though she knew better and right now it didn't matter, she needed his comfort more then she needed air in her lungs. She was standing at the precipice of something she didn't understand the weight of. She couldn't think clear enough through the fiery ocean that bather her insides. She was so torn, forward would satisfy her but she knew that would be short lived and back... back was an unknown. Back was Ben or Kylo... Light or Dark... there was no way of knowing.

She unconsciously rested her left hand on the forearm he crossed over her body. She found herself slowly cooling in his arms. She still faced Luke while Ben stood next to her but she scrutinized every inch of the Jedi's face through questioning eyes. Her grip slightly loosened on her lightsaber but her intentions didn't change. Her anger still fueled her. Her darkness wanted to hurt him like he'd hurt her.

Kylo knew that her own anger was heat of the moment and that it was his heat that kept her smoldering. He sighed and rolled his eye in disgust with himself for his next actions. Still holding her left hand in his right, he reached lower with his left. He overlapped her weapon hand with his and her face shot back to his just as he stepped between her and the Jedi he now safeguarded behind his back.

In that moment Kylo knew... somehow he just knew that; Somewhere in a galaxy far far away... Mustafar was freezing over and Hoth was on fire as the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke, Commander of the First Order, Master of the Knights of Ren, and Dark Master known as Kylo Ren, protected Luke Kriffing Skywalker from his Light side apprentice whom he could have turned Dark within seconds of unleashing her on the last bloody Jedi behind him.
Kylo ignored the squeezing tendrils, he ignored his dark urges and all of his years of brutal training, he ignored the voice of his hissing Darkness and all of it's horrendous screeching and he drew on the darkness that consumed her.

A look of question flashed through Rey's anger fueled eyes. He squeezed her weapon hand in a silent warning and she tensed in response. His stubborn Darkness swirled in her eyes and he knew this wasn't going to go well. As though she caught the meaning behind his warning her anger turned on him.

"You have no right!" She exclaimed through clenched teeth. Her words stoked his inner fire and he had to take a deep breath to maintain the fraying control that he had over his emotions before his intentions went sideways.

Let go. Don't fight your nature. His darkness coo'd. He ignored the gripping tendrils that wrapped around his reason. He ignored the impulse to see her darkness thrive while he snuffed it out. She is my nature... He told himself while staring into her hurt, Dark filled eyes to strengthen his resolve.

"I have every right." His modulator distorted his once smooth voice and that's when he remembered he still had his helmet on.

He huffed through the mask and the sound registered as something animalistic. His shoulders readjusted as he tried to relieve some of the tension the war in his head was causing. When she glared at him he flexed his mind over hers. She slightly recoiled as he demonstrated who the Master in this bond was. He couldn't have her fighting him while his own head already took her side. When she recovered she angrily slammed into his mind with her own raging Force and it was unexpected. He was taken back by the sheer force of her power. At first he was surprised and then he was delighted. He smiled behind his mask and his chest heaved as he laughed at her. Months ago that would have knocked him on his ass, lucky for him, this was not months ago.

Rey scowled back at him while he laughed at her. Her heat rose but it wasn't the same as when she was focused on Luke. Something in her stomach fluttered as she watched his massive chest rise and fall while his hands restrained her movements. She traced his leather clad shoulders and biceps with her hungry eyes as the Force of his laughter flexed the muscles restrained within their black casings. She could feel her mind growing hazy. She was having trouble focusing on anything but him. Her light struggled behind her darkness but she was slowly loosing the strength that the overpowering anger gave her. Her chest felt heavy and her breathing felt faint. Her lightsaber disengaged in her hand and when she moved to reignite it he tsk'd in her mind. The sound reverberated through her skull and her attention fell back to his masked face. She'd give anything to see the dark pools of his eyes right now.

Kylo could feel her anger giving way to her attraction for him and he knew it was based on her Force moving within him. It seemed she suffered the same way he did when they pulled on each others power. Her eyes lightened but their colors grew thick and lustful. He could see those honey and green orbs glossing over with want. She'd feel as intoxicated as he had moments ago if he kept it up.

Rey took a shaky step forward. She gave into the pull her signature had to his. She felt his crackling static moving over her arms and neck. Her Force suddenly struggled for his. His power was draining from her and her needy Force was tricking her brain into feeling as if she was drowning and he were the air she needed to take into her lungs. Her starving Force wanted his back. She let out a throaty moan when she noticed the licks of heat along the back of her right hand. The unfamiliar sound escaping her lips brought her attention to that feeling and her eyes shot down to her hand. Upon discovering what he was doing, Rey frowned. Kylo gently stroked the back of her weapon hand with his thumb. He was absorbing her Force into himself. He was draining her strength one soft brush of his thumb at a time. The feeling was maddening for the both of them.

His skin on hers while her Force moved through him was heating Rey's insides in a more dangerous way then when she was angry. The Darkness inside of her urged her competitive dominant nature to challenge him and she decided to fight fire with Fire. She pulled on all of the focus she had left and began siphoning his Force into herself just as he was doing to her. The front of his mask lowered to her face and he sucked in an audible breath. The air released from his lungs on a visible quiver that ran through the full build of his body and her knees weakened.

"As much as I'd love to fuel the power your burning through right now... " He leaned closer so he could whisper even though he passed the next part through their bond. "As badly as I want to fill you with what you crave, with what I to crave..." He teased blatantly choosing his words to misrepresent the need her Force was demanding for his and vice versa. No matter how she interpreted the words, they weren't a lie... but he was really hoping she'd take them the way he wanted her to. He really wanted to see the heat rise in those eyes, he loved when they stared back at him with that wildness that she normally tamed so well. He paused and shook his head as though clearing it from something. "That's really not a good idea in our present company little Scavenger." He admitted out loud, still teasing her with his husky, strained voice.

She dizzily turned into his body. Her Force drew her into him like a wave returning to the ocean. She was inches from him again and this time it was her choice. Kylo spoke again before the situation got to the point where he didn't care who was watching. He knew this wasn't Rey... this desire for blood and vengeance was a Dark filled way for her to ease her anger which was only there to mask her pain and the other desire he could feel between them, at least on her part was probably also due to his Darkness overwhelming her, his need to have her undoubtedly bled through their bond. He hated to admit that but he wasn't naive enough to count that very strong possibility out either.

"This isn't you, it's me." The determination in Ren's voice stirred some semblance of recognition for the Jedi behind him and it bothered him as much as it salved his worry for the danger Rey's Light was in. Kylo didn't want her forgiving Luke so easily but that was more her way, her nature, and that's what he was working to get back.

Kylo locked his jaw and his nostrils flared as he reluctantly sent warmer memories of his uncle through their Force bond. Memories of him worrying over when she'd first come to the temple, Kira had secluded herself away on her parents shuttle refusing to eat or speak to any one for days. Luke had sent Ben to her in hopes that he'd be able to coax her out and he'd been right in doing so. kylo sent her images of when she'd gotten sick and Luke had personally watched over her until she recovered, he left out the part here Ben too had stayed by her side even against his uncle's wishes. He'd even sent flashes of how happy she'd been when Luke returned from his month long disappearing acts.

Rey couldn't help the anger she felt towards the Jedi but she also remembered him through the new information that was flickering through her head. He may as well have been her family and after missing him for so long, she wanted to run into his arms just as she'd done every time he returned from one of his trips. The anger she felt was heat of the moment and already cooling. Her eyes glossed over as her memory painted a new picture of Luke. She held tight to Ben not wanting for a second to be free of the comfort of his arms but she longed to move to Luke as well.

As if sensing her indecision Luke stepped forward, he could see the Light shifting through the weight of the darkness. She was loosing that Darkness and it wasn't unknown to Luke that Ren's was gathering around him again. Kylo reluctantly stepped to the side and she stared at the lost father figure she once had while fresh tears slipped down her face. She wanted to move to Luke, she wanted to work everything out. She needed to fix the past to move on to her future but she felt the strongest urge to stay with Kylo Ren, not just Ben as her mind currently still registered him as, but Kylo Ren specifically. Even at his side by her own free will she shivered knowing they were still the same person.

Kylo sighed, he felt the pull of her will behind his and those words knelt into his kind again. "You will not leave me!" He was almost embarrassed he'd held by his side against her will this long, but he'd chalk that reaction up to the large amount of her Light that snuck in with his Darkness as he'd reclaimed it. Now it was happily mingling with the little Light he had left from when he'd been Ben.

He released her mind from his hold before she realized what he'd unconsciously done earlier and consciously held onto since. He had to admit even though he wanted to accept the guilt her Light was trying to make him feel, even though he really did want to feel bad for mind tricking her from leaving him... he would have rather preferred to keep that power over her but if she ever realized it she'd kill him.

The second my eyes gave way to sleep she'd probably gut me with my own lightsaber... Nah, she hates that thing, it was more likely that she'd rip my heart out with her bare hands... And he'd let her do it to, he decided. He'd smile while she pulled the still beating organ from his chest just so long as she didn't stop touching him. Maker knew he deserved it for what he almost just allowed to happen to her. He stared at her while she nervously looked over at Luke. He pushed past the guilt he felt over almost letting his Darkness snuff out the beautiful Light in her eyes. Maybe if I'm lucky, she'll try suffocating me again. He thought remembering the position he'd found himself in only this morning with her panicking fingers tangled in his hair. It was a failed attempt to comfort himself through humor but he gave it a shot at least. Kylo wasn't any good at letting go and right now he definitely felt like he was letting go of something that was meant to be his.

He painfully smiled down at her through the cumbersome helmet. The thing wore him down further and he felt the urge to rip it from his head. He couldn't breath through the suffocating Darkness that was raging inside of him right now. The tendrils squeezed and strangled his insides. He didn't even want to acknowledge the things his Darkness was poisoning his head with right now.

Rey's eyes closed on the sight of Luke Skywalker's pained weary eyes. She felt an unknown weight lifting from her and a foot shifted forward on a muscle twitch that lingered from how hard she'd been trying to move to him moments ago.  Her better sense was calming her. Her head was clearing but now a self loathing she'd never known before was creeping up. She felt so guilty... so embarrassed. She squeezed the lids of her eyes tighter. She couldn't look at Luke, she couldn't face him. I can't do this... I... I wanted to kill him seconds ago.... what's wrong with me... ? Rey's thoughts pulled Kylo from his poor attempts at self comfort.

Attempts he didn't deserve to taking. He thought guiltily.

Kylo moved one hand to cup the right side of Rey's face. His thumb caressed along the top of her cheek and he tilted her head up to his. Her eyes remained closed and for a long moment, he didn't think she was going to look at him but then her damp lashes lifted and her almost emerald gems stared into his mask through the growing pools of shining tears.

"We will handle it together. You are my apprentice and I will take care of you now, just like I did then." He spoke referring to the past that he'd tried so hard to forget about which thanks to their Force bond, was now vivid and fresh in his mind. He let his words out through the mask he wore, she would run now or she wouldn't... he really hoped she wouldn't but he'd understand if she did.

His words were meant to comfort her and to an extent they did, but they also frightened Rey. She inhaled deeply. "I don't know why you stopped me, but... thank you!" She slipped her quiet voice through their bond.

He stood with out moving a muscle for a few long seconds but his brain was startled. When was the last time some one thanked him for anything? When was the last time he did something some one felt thankful over... ahh Phasma.. sparing Hux. He wasn't sure that counted. Who would ever really be thankful over keeping Hux alive. His brain went into over drive as he desperately tried to side step the well of emotions that she was filling his chest with right now. At one point Rey wasn't even sure if he was breathing but then, he nodded. His mask shifted to his uncle for a brief moment then back to her.

"I'll be close." The volume of his voice picked up so the Jedi behind her could clearly hear him. It was meant to be assuring for her and a warning to him. Kylo stepped a few feet away from her before Luke spoke up.

"Thank y.." His uncle started but Kylo snapped at him.

"I didn't do it for you Skywalker!" He fumed with such power radiating off of him, that it made the man take a large step back.

He moved more focused now then ever on distracting himself. He started lifting away the ruble from the remains of the stone wash hut he and Rey had been standing in before Luke's newest renegade student blew the place apart. He didn't bother using the Force to do the dirty work, he needed to blow of some steam anyways. For a time he could feel their eyes on his back but he ignored them in his quest to find his earth covered gear. It didn't take long to find the pile of black cloth through the grey and brown ruble and being that it was cloth, nothing had been damaged worse then when he'd been shot, twice, luckily it was just covered with a thin grey powder from what was left of the stones.

Kylo eyed the unconscious form of FN-2187 for a moment then he forced his attention back to cleaning off his tunic. He didn't have the mental energy to think about the boy just yet. He grabbed the material in his fists and shook and snapped the length of it out to clear the dust and pebbles it had collected in the aftermath of the explosion. He repeated the process with his over armor before he removed his helmet to pulled the layers of gear over his head. He carefully smoothed it over and tucked his helmet under his arm. When he turned back to Rey and Luke, kylo noticed they were practically in the same place he'd left them in. He sighed and nearly slammed his helmet back over his head. They were silently staring at each other and Kylo raised a curious albeit frustrated brow at the pair.

Why was the Dark sider the only grown up here? He strode back over to Rey. His pace quickly slowed when her head fearfully snapped back in his direction. After everything she'd just been through, Kylo didn't hold her reaction against her. Instead his eyes shifted between her and the Jedi who looked lost. He was surprised when Luke didn't try to talk his way out of the tension between the two of them.

"Rey...?" Ren cautiously pulled between their Force bond. Her brows pulled as she eyed him in his full Kylo Ren attire. She acted like he'd just poof'd and appeared out of thin air. Like he hadn't just spent the last several minutes collecting and carefully cleaning his armor off before donning it. He sighed internally, wishing all of the strain from caring about others emotions would just disappear. It had been along time since he'd been allowed to give a Kriff about someone other then himself and he didn't do it often. Doing so always got someone killed. Always! His Master was very strict on this point. Kylo had his few secrets but Rey wasn't one of them. She was his apprentice now, he was allowed and expected to take care of her now.

As he moved closer to Rey she not so tactfully suppressed the urge to step back from him. "You know I'm not going to hurt you." He carefully said through their connection, sending waves of comfort through their bond. Rey's eyes traveled around him to flick over his uncle before they shot back to her. "I won't let him hurt you either." He straightened his posture and aligned his broad shoulders to hers, creating the mental image of a sturdy shield in her mind in conjunction with the position of his body. He mentally reassured the feeling of safety that he'd been working hard to creat in her mind for months and she was slowly starting to associate this feeling with him as Kylo Ren. She hadn't known him as Ben when he'd first had the desire to keep her safe... which admittedly was pretty immediate for him, and that benefited him as Kylo now.

She shifted as though uncomfortable but she didn't retreat from Ren or look back at Luke again. Instead Rey stared at the black and silver mask wishing to see the eyes that hide beneath the facade he wore like armor for his emotions. She knew he was in there damn it. If he was all Kylo Ren he wouldn't be concerned with how she felt about Luke. He would have let her kill him and he would have holo recorded it while she did it. She blinked up at that mask remembering the day she first saw it staring back at her.

It was several months ago but the memory played through her head as clear as the day it happened. She was in the underbelly of Maz's castle. The Force sensitive little creature had found her just after her first Force vision. As far as first experiences go, it was a terrifying first step onto the new path she trekked down now. The vision was broken and erratic. It came in flashes from both past and future. Rey still had yet to figure out which some of those parts were from. She'd heard voices and the world around her shifted. All she could do was move through the images like a frightened child through a bustling street, bumping and bouncing off of strange characters in search for something or someone familiar. Every part was frightening but nothing compared to the words that Maz had so softly spoken to her only moments after the life changing ordeal.

Rey knelt before the short rust and sunset skinned woman. Her small eyes sat perfectly centered in the wide wrinkly saucers on her time aged face. She was warm and genuine. A very quiet spoken woman who said nothing that was not of value. Every word she had spoke to Rey then, had so far been proven true. She had warned Rey about the loss of her parents in a subtle way.

"Whom ever you're waiting for back on Jakku, they're never coming back..." She clasped Rey's hand as a parent would their child. Her soft touch comforting her as she continued to delicately break her heart with words she already knew deep down to be true. At first, while the memory played through her head Rey wondered why she had been waiting for her parents and not Luke and Ben but then she remembered the recent and enlightening visions she'd just endured. It would take some sorting out and retraining of her mind to keep everything straight now that nothing she'd remembered to be true was. She swallowed and let the memory take lead of her thoughts as it moved through her brain.

Maz's thumb skimmed along the surface of Rey's back hand as she broke upon hearing the words she refused to ever admit to herself out loud. "...But, there is someone who still could." Rey's eyes lightened with the hope that presented itself in the form of a foreshadowing from the mouth of the wise Force sensitive being before her.

"Luke." Rey had assumed.

The woman neither directly confirmed nor denied her assumption so Rey thought it had confirmed her guess to be true as Luke was the Jedi she was already unknowingly on course to meet at the time. But now, with her knew knowledge to help decipher the once cryptic message, her understanding changed when she heard Maz's words in her ears. They shone on her with a new illuminating meaning.

Maz smiled warmly at Rey while she undoubtedly foretold her of a future Rey could not understand even in her current situation after her most recent revelations. "The longing you seek is not behind you... it is ahead!" Rey hadn't understood the significance of those words then, but Maz, with her warm and already knowing smile had seen very clearly what Rey was only glimpsing at now. And of course after their discussion the next path she would cross would be his.

"Oh, it gets worse then that scavenger... the next set of arms..." Kylo's words interjected between her memory and his and he continued the memory for her to see through his own point of view.

At first his words were confusing, but she didn't fight the images he allowed her to view. Kylo's mind picked up where Rey's left off. He filled in the rest of the memory for her from the first time he glimpsed her slight form darting through the rocks and trees ahead of him. Her blaster was already out and firing as he moved to catch up to her.

She saw herself through his eyes and it was startling to say the least. At first she saw herself as a threat, an unknown equation to add into the war going on around them. Her strength was an anomaly and her determination was an annoyance that he couldn't afford to underestimate. Then he'd caught her. He eyed her curiously behind his mask. He weighed her strength and the level of threat he thought she posed. He was surprised to discover that she had seen the map he'd been searching for over the course of several months and then he found himself eying her over a different curiosity.

He took the time to take her features in, walking around her frozen form as he traced the shape of her through keen eyes. He took note of the definition in her arms and legs and the sun kissed skin that glistened with fresh perspiration. She feared him and it pleased his Darkness. When he brandished his lightsaber uncomfortably close to her skin, he felt the rush of her fear and adrenaline; it spiked a sudden arousal in his core. It was a feeling he wasn't use to and it almost made him uncomfortable but he wouldn't let her see that.

He calmly pulled his plasma blade away from her skin, he suddenly didn't like it so close, even in his own hands. He continued to eye her as she struggled. She quivered as she fought against his Force hold and he picture her in his bed. He moved closer to her then. He closed the distance between the front of her small frame with the massively contrasting size of his and he leaned into the left side of her face. His hand rose as his eyes scanned over her skin. His Force felt the strength in her small body and his dark eyes found heat behind the fear in her bright eyes.

Drawn like a moth to a flame he moved closer to her, preparing to search her mind for other things that had nothing to do with his mission but he was interrupted by a two of his battalion. He pulled away from her as though he'd been caught doing something inappropriate. His chest heaved as he stepped around her to face the troopers who were speaking to him. He barely heard what they said. He'd decided then that he wanted her. He didn't know what for or why, but he did.

The admission of this desire so early on left Rey a lightheaded mess

Kylo moved behind her as words of retreat rolled out of his mouth. He sensed his father near by and he didn't need to chance the encounter when he had the piece of the map he needed so nicely gift wrapped, just waiting for him in her pretty little head. He'd caught a glimpse of it in her mind and he saw a way to have everything he wanted if he took her with him.

He told himself it was primarily for the information her brain housed but he knew better. Deep down he was already aware of the longing he felt for her. He subdued her mind with out a further thought and he brought her into unconsciousness. When she fell he swept her up into the safety of his arms and when others tried take the honor of her weight from him, he'd dismissed the idea immediately and he carried her to his shuttle himself.

He'd taken her to his personal quarters and watched over her while she safely rested under the power if his mind. He wouldn't dare go near her like this. His Darkness was loud in his head and his alph could almost smell the scent of her skin from where he leaned against the wall nearly ten feet away. When they got to the Starkiller it annoyed him as much as it pained him to let another set of hands take her to the interrogation chamber even though it was the trusted hands of one of his knights. Kylo knew how it would be perceived if he brought her himself. Still he kept her in his sight while she was brought in and he stood guard while she was aligned and strapped down on the interrogation table.

Xan had gotten one hand fastened down before Kylo shoo'd him away so he could take over. He didn't like even his knight touching her, especially while she was so vulnerable. From there he crouched down before her, built up his resolve and woke her from unconsciousness. That was as far as he let her see. The rest of the memory and his thoughts about it, he kept to himself. He slowly closed his mind off and she drifted out peacefully. Her eyes were closed while she carefully reflected on the memory and the private peek into his mind that he'd shared with her.

Kylo found his nerves in a bundled mess. He didn't know what possessed him to show her all of that, let alone the thoughts that had accompanied it. Her eyes were closed and he really wanted to see what laid beneath their surface right now. He couldn't breath behind the heavy helmet that encased his face and before he could stop his hands, he found himself releasing the locks that held it in place. He pulled himself free of the dark confines of the shell he usually kept himself hidden behind.

He sucked a cool breath of air into his suffocating lungs. The sweet freshness of the island breeze burned as he swallowed it down but it felt better in comparison to the stuffy warmth he'd grown used to breathing before crash landing on the Light side haven that he was currently stranded on. This place was poisoning him one peaceful breath at a time. Everything about the Light side looked better. There were false shutters over the untrained eyes of onlookers. He'd learned the hard way to see past the pretty picture on the outside. The only thing the Light had left to tempt him with was the girl two feet in front of him...

And kriff, was she his greatest test yet...

Rey could feel the tension in her chest lifting with the releasing sound of the hydraulics on either side of his helmet. Her eyes opened to see why he'd taken it off but she found nothing out of place. The two unconscious men on her side of the war were still sprawled out one the ground where they'd fallen. His stormtroopers where still tied up in one of the huts, she'd discover there location when she'd accidentally released a pulse of her Force earlier. It was a handy trick that she'd be sure to make use of in the future. It seemed to be some kind of echo capability, like sonar but with Force waves instead of sound. She'd ask Ren about that at another time. Meanwhile, Luke was still standing right where she'd left him.

So why was Kylo Ren half buckled over and struggling for oxygen?

As if he heard her thoughts, and knowing him he probably did, he chose that moment to look up at her. His wide brown eyes were large circles, so deep and dark they clashed against the alabaster of his pale, beauty marked skin. Those dark orbs swirled with so many things and she stared right into them while he memorized the sight of her. They were the familiar brown they'd always been but they had far more gold flacked through out then she remembered seeing before. They reminded her more of Ben then Kylo but she wouldn't tell him that and either way it didn't matter.

All Rey had to do was look into those eyes and she knew he was her belonging. He was Ben Solo; her Ben. She admired him, felt safe with him, leaned on him when everyone else abandoned her, she learned from him and she... she loved him. She loved him from the first time she saw him. That sulking brood he wore on his face like a trade mark only masked the warmest smile she'd ever seen.

Kylo's dark sad eyes were the same as Ben's. Both were burdened with the sorrow of abandonment and loneliness. Both held the weight of the world in their depths and both would deny it all the way to the grave. They were hard and stoic, always ignoring the pain they felt to shoulder the hurt for those around them, again they'd both deny it until the day they met their maker. Both felt, and longed, and loved, because they were the same man. He'd just grown up and taken a new name. The same as Kira when she unknowingly became Rey. No wonder their signatures sought one another out so fervently, Rey and Kylo were so similar it was terrifying. She knew she would have to tread her path carefully or she'd end up on the same side as him.

From the first day Ben involved himself with her he took care of her, comforted her, protected her... he killed for her. While that last act wouldn't be as meaningful coming from Kylo, who was already practiced in the art of destruction and murder, she knew he'd cared for her in his own way. He'd comforted her twice that she knew of. And when he'd comforted her tonight in her mind, she'd known it was him three days after the Starkiller fight when she'd unintentionally joined her mind with his while his Master tortured him. She'd been mentally destroyed from it and even though he was the one who physically withstood the pain and mental havoc... he'd come to her and he'd held her while she shook just like he did today while her memories crashed against her like angry waves. He'd demonstrated his ability to protect her time and time again, even from herself.

Her heart broke the second she realized what he sacrificed for her at such a young age. She knew... at five years old she knew how Ben fought with the darkness inside and she had been the reason that darkness had finally erupted free from his struggling hold. He'd killed for me... I helped change him into Kylo Ren...

Suddenly Rey dove into him. She pushed into his chest, her arms tucking under his while she buried her face into his shoulder. Rey pushed against his body as though she were trying fuse herself to him. At the same time she pulled at him, clutching his shoulders blades with her digging fingers. She was on her toes and her hands pulled at him until she had the hight to burry her face in the space between his left shoulder and his collar bone.

Kylo had no idea what just happened. His arms flew out to his sides and his helmet crashed to the dirt and stone beneath their feet. He leaned back to support her weight as she flattened herself against him. He felt like he should be embarrassed that he was instantly responding to her form pressed so tightly against his. Kylo's body was instantly reacting to the feel of hers even though he could clearly tell she didn't mean for this to be sexual, but he wasn't embarrassed. He couldn't get past his confusion long enough to be embarrassed. He just kept his hands held out awkwardly above his sides, unsure of how to respond to the intense clutching and the weight of her body pulling against his.

He even stared over at Luke as though the Jedi would fill him in as to what'd just happened but he looked as perplexed as Ren felt. He didn't really know how to handle this. The kiss was easy, his instincts had taken over and his body had responded accordingly, but this... Ren was not good with... this... with hugs.

When she relaxed the intensity of her pull against him, Ren shifted his weight from foot to foot. He was unsure of what to do with himself . He kept his lost hands held out in the open space around them and Luke began blatantly laughing at the sight, literally snorting when Rey snuggled into his nephews chest like he were a kriffing pillow. In turn Kylo blushed. Rey rested her head along the plain of his stiff chest and uncertain of how else to handle the situation, he flattened his right hand and awkwardly patted her back.

Some Dark Master he was turning out to be...

      ~So my darlings... this is the end of the three part conjunction that I was telling you about. I know it's a bit long but I didn't have the heart to split it again. The last three parts are literally one long scene and shwew... this took me a week to get out. I hope it's not too rough as there is obviously a lot of material to edit through between these three posts and I'm sure I've missed some things. Anyway I really hope you enjoyed it. Poor Kylo... his life is so confusing...~

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                -DarkGuardian-