A/N: First Star Wars fanfic. But this ship is just begging to be written for. Hope you all like! Review if you feel so inclined.

Kylo Ren knocks.

He knocks on her damn door before remembering himself. With a simple motion of his hand the door slides open and there she is, sitting on the edge of her new bed in her new quarters, covered in dirt. And blood.

The blood makes him clench his fists.

Rey flicks her eyes up to him and keeps her gaze glued to his mask. "What happened to Finn?" she grinds out.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the irrational anger surging throughout his body. Of course she would ask about that useless, annoying stormtrooper first. She is all light, with no real understanding of the darkness that lies within her. But he can change that, will change that. She just needs to embrace him as her instructor.

Easier said then done.

"I don't know," he says simply. "He's probably dead."

He watches Rey as she swallows, as she tries not to let on to her fear for her friend. Her defenses are down; it would be so easy to reach out and sift through the images swirling around in her head. Too easy; like kicking an enemy when they're already lying unconscious on the floor.

"The Resistance might have found him before they blew everything up."

She seems to understand that that's all she get out of him regarding that particular subject, so she stands, letting her arms hang down by her sides as if she's ready to fight at a moment's notice. Such confidence. He would admire her fierceness, if she hadn't been such a hindrance up until this point.

"Why am I here?" she asks, staring up into his mask as if he isn't wearing one at all. "The Resistance has what they need to find Luke Skywalker. They're probably on their way to him right now, and when they find him they'll come for you and—"

He sighs, and it is loud enough to cut her off.

Such confidence. Such stupidity.

"A minor setback." This is dreadfully untrue, and her knowing smirk proves that they both realize it.

"The Force is strong within you," he says quickly, effectively changing the subject and distracting her. "You need a teacher."

"I don't want you to teach me anything," she snaps. "I want nothing to do with you."

"If you do not learn how to control your power you could hurt someone."

"Hopefully it'll be you."

He reaches out and takes her into his control; Rey takes two rigid steps backwards and then sits down on her bed, spine stiff. Her eyes are full of fury and hatred. Good.

"What, do you think Luke Skywalker is going to sweep in and rescue you? Do you think he's going to take you under his wing teach you the ways of the Force? Do you think his own power is anything like this?" He flicks his hand and she crosses her legs against her will. He can feel her frustration and anger as she uses her new, unbridled power to surge against him. But she is not strong enough. Not yet.

"I can teach you how to wield your power using the dark side. I can show you how to fight, how to really fight with a lightsabor. I can show you how to sift through people's minds like sifting through a book. You won't ever have to go back to that sandpit Jakku, or scavenge just to find a meal. You won't rely on anyone, you will serve no one but your own power. I can show you how."

He lowers his hand, releasing her. She slumps back against the wall, chest heaving. She laughs bitterly. "I won't serve anyone, except for you and your master, hmm? Isn't that how this works?" Tears trickle down her dirty cheeks.

"You will come to see it my way."

Rey turns her head away, giving him no response. So Kylo Ren turns on his heel and marches out of her quarters.

General Hux is a sniveling idiot and Kylo Ren would like nothing more than to crush his windpipe and then yank it out of his throat. As the skinny man marches up to him Kylo imagines him dead on the floor. Perhaps one day…

The General stops in front of him and flicks his eyes up to the ceiling, as if he isn't any happier talking to Kylo Ren then Kylo Ren is.

"Snoke is displeased with you. You gave up the droid for the girl, and now we've lost our most valuable weapon because of your absurd curiosity—"

"She has power. Once we teach her how to wield it we can use her to—"

"I don't care. And neither does Snoke. It is obvious where her loyalties lie. She won't respond to any of your teachings. She has no interest in following the path to the dark side. Bring her to Snoke so that he can search her mind for information and then dispose of her."

"Does Snoke not trust me to do it myself if that was what needed to be done?"

The corner of Hux's mouth twitches, as if he's thoroughly enjoying the beginning of Kylo Ren's fall from grace with their leader. "Well, it's not like you could before. The death of Han Solo is the only reason why you haven't been punished as severely as you should."

"I can get her to come around," Kylo insists.

"Highly unlikely," Hux says, unconvinced. "You'll bring her to Snoke tomorrow. If she refuses him, he'll kill her like you should have already done." He brushes past Kylo without another word, leaving the masked man shaking in anger.

So close. He is so close to having someone else on his side, someone else to share the dark side of the Force with. Rey just needed to embrace the darkness inside of her. He'd seen it in flashes back when he'd interrogated her. The horrible sense of doubt, of abandonment as her family left her on Jakku, the lies that they would come back for her one day, and underneath all that was a cold ocean of sadness, of loneliness.

He understood. And he would not let her go to waste. For his own sake, he could not.

He's asked for the most disposable stormtrooper on their ship. One that could be easily replaced. One that would do exactly what was told of them no matter what.

He spits into the sink in his quarters and winces, taking in his face. Rey had left a nasty scar with that sabor. Kylo dabs medicinal cream on it, wondering if it'll always look as hideous and unsightly as it does now. He won't let her see his face again for some time. She'd only feel smug with herself.

There is a knock on his door and a moment later Captain Phasma's strong, certain voice comes through. "Sir, I have the stromtrooper that you requested. Shall I go ahead and escort them to the girl's quarters?"

Kylo doesn't answer her right away. Instead he watches his own reflection, ignoring his father's eyes and mother's cheekbones. They are nothing. Nothing at all. A demon in him smiles in satisfaction.

"Yes," he calls back before slipping on his mask.

Rey hasn't eaten in the two days she's been aboard of this ship. Part it is because their food looks funny. She misses the mush she had on Jakku, funny enough. But mostly it's because of the awful sinking feeling in her stomach. The feeling that she's about to be used.

Now that she recognizes her power to be the Force she can feel it throughout every inch of her body. When she needs it it is there, ready to assist her in everything that she does. But it feels less like a friend and more like a thundering storm, ready to strike out unbidden at the slightest spike of her anger or fear. Maybe it would be better to have a teacher, even if it was Kylo Ren. Perhaps then she could control it, and then possibly escape.

But the strong sense of good inside of her shakes its head. Better to die with your soul intact then to risk losing yourself to the dark side, it says. And Rey agrees.

She sighs. If only The Resistance had found her before Kylo Ren had knocked her unconscious with his lightsabor and recaptured her. She should have never assumed that the crack in the planet that had formed between them would keep a man like him at bay.

Her door slides open and a stormtrooper enters, blaster pointed right at her. She stands slowly, expecting to be escorted to the showers, or to Kylo Ren, or maybe to death. Death would probably be safest.

The stormtrooper starts shooting at her instead. Rey ducks, scurrying along the ground and then hiding behind her bed. The stormtrooper blasts her pillow, sending a cloud of feathers into the air. Rey darts from behind the bed and moves to the door, hoping for a quick escape from whatever the hell is happening. But the uniformed trooper easily moves in front of her, effectively blocking her path.

The soldier shoots again, just barely missing her this time. There is a sharp tingling in her fingers and she reaches out without a thought.

"Stop!" The trooper briefly goes rigid, but their finger is still settled over the trigger of their blaster. The next shot grazes Rey's side. She howls in pain, stars erupting in her vision.

"I said stop!"

And finally there is no more movement, just a typical stormtrooper facing her, mask covering their face. And Rey is so sick of masks.

"Take off your helmet," she demands, hand still stretched out. The soldier immediately does what she says. Their helmet clatters to the floor a moment later and a young woman Rey's own age stares at her, blue eyes watching her with a disturbing blankness. Her finger is still posed over the trigger of her blaster, mentally determined to do her job even if her body is not cooperating.

"Drop your weapon."

The trooper's blaster lands right next to her helmet.

Rey takes a hesitant step toward the frozen young woman, hand still out, the buzzing power of the Force flowing through every vein inside of her. Rey's breaths are harsh and she narrows her gaze, trying to concentrate. She can't hold this woman in place forever. She'd read of jedi's knocking out those they did not wish to kill with just a simple movement of their hand. It couldn't be too hard.

"Walk backwards towards the wall."

The female solider obeys, a flicker of fear flashing through her blue eyes.

And Rey can't help but reassure her. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you, okay? You'll just wake up with a little headache." The woman looks relieved, if confused. When her back is pressed against the wall Rey takes another step forward, trying to calm her nerves.

A smack of this woman's head against the wall would knock her out, and then Rey could get to the bottom of the situation. Kylo Ren is probably watching from just outside the open door, waiting for Rey to kill her in self defense.

And Rey smiles to both this woman and herself because she is nothing like Kylo Ren.

The Force within her surges and she flicks her hand. The woman slams her head against the wall. There is a terrible cracking noise and blood trails behind the woman's head as her body slumps and slides to the floor. The soldier's eyes now hold nothing, nothing at all.

She doesn't need the Force within her to tell her that she has snuffed this woman's life out forever.

The first person she thinks of is Finn, and how this woman could have been his friend, his comrade. Bile rises in Rey's throat at what she's done. She scrambles away from the woman's fallen body, pressing her hand against her mouth to keep herself from being sick.

I did this. I killed her. Me. No one else.

Kylo Ren walks into her room, casually stepping over the dead soldier's body as if it is not there. He stops in front of her and looks down. He is too calm.

"I told you that you needed a teacher. Are you ready to learn now?"