Rey watches as the last of the dirt and dust from Jakku swirls down the drain.

The water is hot as it sprays on her back and shoulders, a comfort she had never known back on her home planet. There are many luxuries on this glorified prison that she hadn't known on Jakku. She'd trade them all away in an instance, if only it meant she'd never have to see Kylo Ren's horrible mask ever again.

But she has a feeling that that won't be a luxury she'll be receiving anytime soon.

As soon as she steps out from underneath the downpour of water the streams switch off, leaving her the only woman in an empty and broad, white room. She wonders if she went into the showers at a bad time, or if they'd actually given her some privacy.

But that thought slips from her mind as soon as she walks over to where her regular clothes should have been. In their place are dreadful looking black, uniform type robes. Rey picks at the fabric, the frown on her face deepening every second.

The fabric is undeniably soft. And clean. And not ripped and torn. But these clothes aren't her clothes. She hadn't purchased these scraps of fabric with parts that she'd spent hours of scavenging to find. Bouts of rage barrel into the walls of Rey's mind, begging to be released.

Her body feels tingly again, as if the Force inside of her cannot contain itself. Rey takes deep breaths, trying to calm her emotions. They are taking steps to turn you onto their side. They're trying to make you lose sight in yourself, a quiet thought whispers to her.

Her emotions ease, leaving Rey with a pounding headache in their stead. She has to keep herself calm, has to keep herself in check or she will simply explode into a fit of wild energy that she does not know how to control yet.

She knows why they brought her to these showers, even though she has been covered in dirt, snow, and blood since the moment she was dragged back onto this ship two days ago. She shrugs on her new clothes, careful to avoid upsetting the new stitches keeping the wound in her side closed.

When she gets back to her room her pillow will have been replaced and the stromtrooper's blood will have been scrubbed from her wall.

General Hux looks slightly annoyed. "You allowed one of my soldiers to be killed so that you could prove a point?"

Captain Phasma takes a step forward. "The stormtrooper in question was the most disposal soldier on this ship, General. Kylo Ren requested as much. They have already been replaced."

Hux looks at the Captain out of the corner of his eye, obviously displeased that she spoke out of turn, and in favor of Kylo Ren no less. So he ignores her. "You still wasted one of our numbers for the sake of that girl, who will be dead as soon as our Supreme Leader examines her. Please don't send anymore of our troops to her room just so that she can continue to practice her skills in killing us."

Kylo feels a prick of irritation but stems it, choosing to cross his arms behind his back. Strangling General Hux will come at some point in his life, he's sure, just not right now. But he looks forward to that upcoming moment every single day. "She'll be fine. She knows that she needs a teacher, and is acting more cooperative already."

Hux scowls. "Snoke will want to see her as soon as she is awake."

At Kylo Ren's nod the General turns and marches away, not ever bothering to glance in Captain Phasma's direction. The Captain turns toward Kylo. "I had the girl's clothes burned, as you asked, and replaced them with the ensemble that you suggested."

"Thank you. Alert me as soon as she's awake."

The Captain nods at him, accepting her dismissal, and walks away, never moving her hand too far away from her weapon. And for the first time Kylo Ren wonders what kinds of face lies underneath her mask, if it as stern and dutiful as the woman who wears it.

And then he shakes his head, because such thoughts are impertinent.

Rey wakes with a hollow stomach and heavy body. There are snacks in the corner of her room—left out in the hope that she'd finally decide to eat in the middle of night, no doubt. But every time she thinks about consuming anything her mind goes right back to that stormtrooper, lying on Rey's floor with her head bashed in.

A bout of nausea rolls throughout Rey and she puts her head between her knees.

Kylo Ren is going to come and take her to meet his master today. Rey knows it. She overheard two stormstroopers discussing it while she was being escorting back to her quarters from the showers. A part of her would like to go ahead and get it over with. She would observe every corridor and shadow that they would mistakenly allow her to see. All she needed to do what they say long enough to buy herself enough time to escape.

She just had to try not to accidentally kill anyone else in the process.

Rey winces at the thought. The pain in her head doubles when the overhead lights flicker on. There are footsteps outside her door a moment later.

Rey sighs dejectedly at the precise moment that the door slides open to show Kylo Ren, masked and as ominous looking as ever.

A delirious but enthusiastic part of the scavenger's brain wants to leap forward, rip his mask off, and then claw his stupid eyes out. Maybe then he'd leave her alone.

"You're awake. Finally." Rey does not miss the sarcasm coming from underneath that awful, horrible mask.

"Stand up. I'm taking you to Supreme Leader Snoke. Do not make me have to handcuff you, do you understand?" Kylo Ren continues, stepping aside and gesturing toward her still open door. Her feet itch to run, to make a break for it. But he would catch her, and he would probably kill her. And Rey refuses to die with Kylo Ren's ridiculous lightsaber buried in her back.

She moves for the door, glancing at the young man to her side and wishing that she could glare into his actual eyes, and not just a mask.

And then she freezes. She is not completely helpless here. She does have some control.

Kylo, always watching, moves his hand subtly toward his weapon; Rey smiles at his mistake.

She turns on her heel sharply and twists her hand, using the Force to rip his mask right off of his face. He cries out in pain, but she does not care. She flings the mask behind her, using her power to keep it from hitting the ground.

"When you're around me you'll leave this thing off, got it? Or I won't do anything you say."

Kylo's face seems paler then the last time she saw it. Perhaps it is because he is much, much angrier this time.

She feels his power lash out at her. "Give it—"

"Only if you leave it off! Say yes or—or I'll crush it!"

"Fine," he all but growls. And then his mask is snatched right from her, as if her power was nothing, as if it was easy for him to snap right through and take control again.

Rey is determined not to let her disappointment show. "Nice scar," she sniffs, before making her way through the open door.

When they finally arrive to the meeting chamber for Supreme Leader Snoke, Kylo is still not wearing his mask. Rey is, however, wearing handcuffs.

A/N: Originally I was going to include the confrontation with Snoke in this update, but I honestly want to see the movie again before I attempt to write him. I should be doing that within the next couple of days. I just wanted to give you guys a little something to tide you over until then. Hope you liked!