Might leave this as a one-shot, might continue, don't know yet.

The ground shook violently beneath Rey and she lost her footing, slipping backwards into the snow. Her eyes widened as the ground in front of her began to split. Rey struggled frantically to crawl away from the forming chasm. Finding her footing, Rey got up carefully and looked around for any sign of transportation. She could worry about Finn later, if she couldn't find a ship she was as good as dead.

When her eyes landed on the weakened form of Kylo Ren she hesitated. His face had a jagged wound running down it from her lightsaber. It should have made him look more menacing, instead it reminded her of her own scars. Scars formed from the mistakes she had made on Jakku. Scars from mistakes that she had learned from.

Rey knew logically as she turned away from him that she had no reason to save him and every reason to leave him here to die.

"There's a ship due north from here."

That voice.

His voice.

God, he sounded so weak, nothing like the man she had first faced on Takodana.

If she hadn't known before, she now knew that there was no way she could leave Kylo here alone. Rey knew about being alone. She knew the pain of having nobody to love or to be loved by. And she wouldn't leave him to face that fate in life, or in death.

"You need to wrap your arm around me, not all of us are strong enough to sweep someone off of their feet."

Rey knelt beside him, trying to maneuver his limp body so that she would be able to support his weight. He wasn't light, but years of working on Jakku had made her strong.

To her surprise, he choked out a laugh at her snarky comment.

"Alright Rey."

A shiver ran down her spine at the sound of her name coming from his lips. She hoped he would think it was from the cold as he wrapped his arm around her, his hand gripping her waist in a surprisingly gentle manner. Even hunched over in pain as the trudged through the snow he still towered over her but she didn't feel intimidated by his presence.

Another large earthquake shook the ground beneath them as they reached the command shuttle. Rey placed her small hand over Kylo's and pulled his arm from her waist, helping him to sit down. His thumb brushed over the back of her hand as she pulled away and she quickly turned on her heels, walking to the control room. Rey tried to ignore how fast her heart was beating as she began to take off.

She felt him before she saw him.

"You should be in the back resting, you've lost a lot of blood."

"I didn't know you were so concerned with my well being."

Rey closed her eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath. She hadn't expected his voice to be so close to her. She tried to ignored him, keeping her thoughts on her task at hand instead of on the man that stood so close to her.

Her composure was broken when she jumped slightly at the feeling of his hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

"This ship is meant to be flown by two captains, not one."

"Are you doubting my abilities?"

Rey turned to face him for the first time since she felt him enter the room. He was pale, moreso than usual. His hair was wet from the melted snow and there was dried blood still on his face. He clutched his side with one hand and the other still rested on her shoulder. Even in his most weakened state, he still didn't look like anyone Rey had ever seen.

He was inhuman, no one should be able to look that captivating when they've just came out of battle.

She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind instantly. False hopes hurt, Rey knew this well.

Kylo move his hand from her shoulder to push a loose piece of her hair behind her ear, "No one in their right mind would doubt you're abilities, least of all me."

Her breath hitched in her throat, his voice was deep and raspy and his dark brown eyes stared into her own like he was seeing her for the first time. Rey's hand was shaking slightly as she raised her hand, resting it softly on his arm for a moment before pushing his hand away.

"Then you'll trust me to fly this ship. Alone." She had to clear her throat before she could speak, afraid to trust her voice to stay level.

The smallest of smiles crossed his face before he gave a curt nod and turned and left her alone with her thoughts and questions.

Rey didn't know where the rebel base was.

She didn't trust Takodana.

There was only one places she could think to take them.

Jakku.

She was careful to land the shuttle in an area she recognized as safe. Well, as safe as her home planet could be. Rey rose, returning to the main hangar of the ship where Kylo appeared to be fast asleep. She quietly sat next to him, setting a medical kit on her lap.

Rey was no healer, but she had learned enough as a scavenger. She carefully lifted his shirt up to expose the wound on his side. Dark dried blood was crusted all around the large wound. She glanced at his face, waiting to see if he would awaken. He didn't react and she turned back to the task at hand. She unwrapped a sterile cloth and began to dab at the wound, cleaning it with precision and care.

A large hand suddenly grasped her wrist and Rey jumped up, knocking the medical kit to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Kylo's voice was the softest she had ever heard it, soothing her nerves.

She picked up the kit and sat back down next to him, "I need to heal your wounds before an infection can set in."

She almost thought for a moment that his dark eyes darkened further but wrote it off as a trick of the light. He once again brushed his thumb over the back of her hand before releasing it and settling back down so she could work.

She finished cleaning the wound on his side and wrapped it tightly before turning her attention to the one on his face. Her one hand cupped the side of his face, holding it steady as she cleaned that wound with a new cloth. She watched his facial expression carefully for signs of pain but his eyes never left hers and his expression never changed. She finished tending to his wounds and set the cloth down, rising.

"Thank you."

His voice could only be described as filled with one emotion.

Want.

She looked back down upon him, seeing him truly for the first time.

Not Kylo Ren.

Not a member of the First Order.

Ben Solo.

Not the killer Snoke had trained.

A boy. A boy who didn't want to be alone anymore. They both knew he wanted this badly. He needed it.

Love.

Her love.

She could feel his emotion, as raw as her own. He rose to his feet, ignoring the pain shooting through his side. He stepped towards her and placed his hand on her hip. Rey didn't back away. She was completely unafraid. She did not fear him anymore. It was stunning and Kylo gave into his urge, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers.

Rey's hands flew up and she ran them through his thick black hair, kissing back with just as much force and passion as his own.

He wrapped his hand around her waist tightly, pulling her small frame against his body.

Their minds were completely intertwined. Rey could feel the pure hope and affection radiated from him and he could feel her own surprised mixed with pure rapture.

Rey pulled away, taking in a deep breath and resting her head against his chest. He held her against his body, savoring the moment, knowing it had to end. This was not their fate. Not yet.

She took a step back, "We've landed on Jakku, the resistance will know to look for me here. You can take my speeder to the place where the scavengers meet, it's only a few miles south-west of here."

Despite what had happened, Kylo still felt surprise at the fact she was allowing him to escape. Now, at his weakest, without assistance from the First Order, it would be the perfect time to strike him down.

Rey clearly could sense his thoughts and a sad smile crossed her face, "They will kill you if you stay, and I will not stop them. You need to run Kylo, I don't want to watch you die. But we can't be together, not until you change your path."

He didn't know if he was angry of hurt by her words.

Probably both.

"So this is goodbye then?"

He hated how weak his voice sounded. He was Kylo Ren, leader of the Knights of Ren. Strongest man in the galaxy. But this was Rey.

"For now." Her words held a promise in them, but he knew it was in vain.

She would keep her word. She would not join him on the darkside. And he did not know if he had it in him to change.

She once again seemed to know what he was thinking and she walked up to him, pressing her soft lips to his in a quick, but meaningful kiss.

"I have my faith, may the force be with you Kylo Ren."

And beneath those softly spoken words was a sentiment he had not truly known before meeting the beautiful scavenger.

Love.