Alright, so it took me a while to get this chapter done, because I got carried away with it a little bit. I hope you guys like where it went, and although a little cheesy, I feel this is a proper ending.

Let me know what you think!

Kylo leaned with his arm against the window, his head against his arm. Staring out into space he relished in his newfound calm. It was liberating to not have anger churning around inside of him, clouding his thoughts. Rey was in his room, sleeping on his couch. When he was around her, his head was clear and his plans were obvious.

He thought back to the conversation they had after he had successfully brought her onto the ship.

"Ben, are you sure?"

He nodded, leaning on his knees. He had removed his black robes for a more comfortable dark tunic, finding he didn't care if it was less intimidating. "I can't go back to the Light completely. I'm not lost, but there's still Dark inside of me."

She frowned and wiggled her nose. "The Jedi are gone. Luke is dead, and I'm the only one left. But if we don't have some organisation with power, how are we going to convince the rest of the galaxy to leave us alone? Do we need to make a school? There are still children with the gift of the Force, how would we teach them? We cannot teach them the Dark Side, but you can't teach the Light side."

Kylo was silent. He knew the answer. Now he just had to convince her. But it wasn't the time yet. She didn't trust him enough yet.

He leaned back and redirected the conversation. "How's my mother?"

Rey raised her brow at the subject change, but leaned back too. "She's strong. Anyone else wouldn't have survived the…" she paused. It hadn't been him who pulled the trigger and blasted the meeting room of the leaders of the Rebellion, but it could have been. And she knew.

"She's strong," The girl repeated. "And she understands us more than you think."

Slowly, very slowly, they started to get comfortable talking. Many silences fell between them, and there were plenty of painful topics they tried to avoid. But slowly, he got to know her.

After hours of stilted conversation, he had been able to persuade her to rest. Looking out over the stars and planets in front of him, he felt strangely at peace.

The calm was rudely interrupted when Hux stalked around the corner and paced towards him.

Kylo closed his eyes and ignored the bubbling of rage inside of him. The ginger idiot could remove all the effects the girl had on him in seconds.

"Sir, are you sure the girl can be trusted?"

The voice rang through the hallway. Kylo used the Force to feel out the man's emotions and found turmoil inside of him. Hux didn't trust him, but wanted to. He wanted to be led, and he wanted to succeed, be powerful. Kylo was his best way of doing so, leading to the conflict.

Kylo took a step back from the glass. "I'm sure, but it does change our objective." He toyed with the idea he had while browsing his tomes hours before meeting Rey on Thorax. Turning towards the general, he decided to use it. "Gather a fast ship with a small crew and send them to me. I have a recon mission for them."

Hux huffed, puffing up his chest. "Sir, I could relay your orders. There's no need –"

Normally Kylo would blast the man's legs out from under him, but he kept his temper in check. The girl was changing him sooner than he had anticipated. "Send them to me," he interrupted, his voice firm.

Hux seemed to deflate, shrinking and nodding in submission. He saluted and turned to walk away, but Kylo halted him. "Hux. It's not that I don't trust you to do it, but this is something I need to do myself." Without waiting for the general's answer, he turned back to the window. After a second or two, he heard and sensed the general stalking away.

He was getting soft already.

The next morning he woke up refreshed, something he hadn't felt in a long time. As he sat up, he saw the girl was still sleeping, but her breathing was light. She would most likely wake up soon. He sat for a while, staring in her general direction while feeling out the Force. He still wasn't weaker, but his power had changed. He had always been very aggressive, in his attacks with his lightsabre and in his Force prowess. He had raw power that Snoke had fine-tuned into a deadly weapon, while others, such as Skywalker, preferred illusions and trickery. His power was still there, but it felt more controlled.

He wondered where the girl's ability's laid. She was strong too, with raw power, but she was less aggressive than him. Maybe she preferred healing, or touching the emotions of others. Last night she had told him how she escaped from his ship when she had been captive, and without training manipulating someone's emotions was intensely difficult. It was very possible that was where her talent flourished.

"Good morning."

Her voice was sleepy and warm, and he snapped out of his thoughts to answer her gaze. "Good morning," he answered. This was strange. He never exchanged pleasantries with anyone.

Deciding he wasn't ready for small talk, he took a direct approach. "Why do you think the Force did what it did when we touched?"

It was something he truly wanted to know, and something they hadn't been able to figure out yesterday. The old records were vague and contradictory when it came to the intricacies of the Force.

Maybe after a calm night, she had meditated on the answer.

Rey rubbed her eyes and yawned before answering. "You like getting to the point immediately, don't you?" Before he could comment, she smirked and continued, "It's fine, Ben. I haven't found an answer yet, but… want to try if it does it again?"

She reached out with her hand, beckoning for him to come. Hesitantly, he pulled back his covers and complied. Slowly he moved towards her, expecting to feel nervous, but there was only calm. When their fingers touched, the well of power inside of him jumped, but the response was not as dramatic as it had been the first time. Somewhat disappointed and definitely puzzled, he retreated.

"I don't understand," he voiced softly.

She chewed her lip for a second, then jumped up and stretched. "I don't either. But we'll get there. The Force brought us together, now it has to show us the reason."

"Your faith in the clarity of the Force is very misplaced." His remark came out dryly, and she smirked again.

"You might be right. Where's breakfast?"

He couldn't have her run around the ship as it would most likely alarm his troops, so he arranged for breakfast to be delivered. After a silent breakfast they resumed their conversation, steered by his earlier question. "What did you learn from Skywalker?" Kylo needed to know how much she had been taught, how much she knew about the Force. If she was a blank slate, it might be easier for them to attune to each other.

"Not much," she admitted, chewing her lip. "He didn't want to teach me, at first. He believed the Jedi Order was dead."

This surprised him. Had his departure on the order damaged the old man that much? He knew Skywalker thought he had failed, but to believe his entire order was gone?

He didn't voice his concerns. Instead he asked, "What do you know?"

She blushed, throwing him off guard. "Don't... think differently of me." She took a deep breath and said, "I know the Force does not belong to us. It's an energy connecting everything and everyone, in all living things."

When she didn't continue, he frowned. That was it? How did she manage to control the Force the way she did? "You haven't trained in the ways of the Force otherwise?" He asked, purposefully keeping his voice even and neutral.

She shook her head, radiating insecurity. Kylo couldn't help but stare at her. He knew he himself had been able to use the Force without training, but to do it to the extent that she had? She had duelled with him, using the Force to keep him at bay, without any training or help from a Master? That was insane.

She blushed under his gaze and looked away. "What?"

He voiced his thoughts carefully. "You have potential most Masters could only dream of. If you let me train you how to control your power, I can show you how to utilise that potential."

Rey looked up at him, frowning and obviously thinking hard, before finally nodding with a determined look. "Ok."

Kylo kept his emotions behind his usual mask. This girl would never have been able to be a Sith. She was the embodiment of honesty and openness, which made her perfect for what he had in mind. "Balance," he whispered, knowing it would spike her curiosity.

She immediately hung on his lips, leaning forward with a sparkle in her eyes. A part of Kylo felt guilty for tricking her, wanting to be as honest with her as she was with him. A small, buried part of him that kept getting weaker and weaker felt satisfaction at his manipulation.

He sat up straight, his hands on his knees. "When we touch, there is balance. The Force is not just Dark or Light, the Force is balance. I… I need to meditate on this."

That bought him time, waiting until his dispatched team returned.

She nodded, her own eyes clouded in thought. Good. He was winning her.

The following week they trained and talked. Kylo realised they were getting to know each other, and he was mostly being as honest as he could with her. It was strange for him to open himself up like this, but it didn't feel like a bad thing.

He trained her in the ways of the Force, and she trained him in controlling himself. By proposing him different situations and showing him how to analyse his emotions, she was burying his cruel side deeper and deeper. He hadn't considered the possibility before, but he was enjoying this time. While the ship of the First Order drifted through space on a slow search, he found himself not caring about his previous mission. Instead his future slowly shaped itself in his mind.

Meanwhile Rey was getting stronger rapidly, his instructions helping her grasp the extend of her power. Kylo felt that she shared his strengths, although her talent did seemed to lie in manipulation of the mind.

After a peaceful week he received a report from the team he sent out. With growing enthusiasm he took the box they gave him and returned to his room. Rey was wandering around the ship, his crew informed and instructed to treat her like an honoured guest. The ginger idiot had objected at first, but she had been able to charm him quite fast. Kylo suspected she had nudged Hux's mind slightly during their conversation.

Still, the general expressed his concern readily, expecting Kylo to lock Rey up, to question her about the whereabouts of the Rebels to crush them once and for all – but it would never work. Even the cruel side of him admitted that she would die before giving up her friends.

He shook his head, eyes clouded by the distraction. Carefully he raised the lid of the box and eyed the contents within. A few scrolls and two books were meticulously packed. The scrolls were yellow and faded, and the books were darkened by time.

Gently he lifted one of the books, opening it and studying the cover. It read: The Gray Order; the true path. As he slowly flipped through the pages, reading snippets of text, his excitement grew. He could convince her with his.

He needed to summon her. He thought about getting servants to find her, but as soon as she entered his thoughts the room fell into a deafening silence. With a start he looked up and found her standing in front of him. "Did you..." He trailed off when she started shaking her head.

Instead she looked at him with an equal mix of understanding and confusion. "It's the link. Did... did you need me?"

Kylo nodded, slightly breathless. "Could you come back to the room?"

Rey perked up, and with an excited response the link broke again. Kylo shook his head. Had... had he just summoned the link with his mind? Had his thoughts brought the link to life? This needed experimentation.

A few minutes later she bounded through the door, already so comfortable in his presence. Curiously she looked at the book still in his hand. He handed the book to her, studying her as she read the title. "This book explains our future," he stated.

"Gray Jedi..." She mumbled thoughtfully. "I think I've heard this being mentioned once or twice on my planet, but it was whispered in the dark. What are they?"

Hope jumped up again inside of him as he slowly started to explain. "The Gray Jedi are a group who believe in the balance of the Force. This is their creed." He recited the words he had just printed into his memory.

There is no Dark Side, nor a Light Side
There is only the Force
I will do what I must to keep the balance
The balance is what keeps me together
There is no good without evil, but evil must not be allowed to flourish
There is passion, yet peace
Serenity, yet emotion
Chaos, yet order

I am the wielder of the flame, the protector of balance
I am the holder of the torch, lighting the way
I am the keeper of the flame, soldier of balance
I am a guardian of balance
I am a Gray Jedi

Kylo waited until she nodded before continuing, "They drew on both Dark side and Light side, and were not corrupted by the Dark, nor as idealistic as the Light."

Her eyes grew big and she opened the book gently, careful not to damage the old, weathered pages. "Where did you find this?" she asked, obviously impressed with the texts.

"On Korriban, the home of the Jedi Temples." He paused, tasting his next words carefully before speaking them. "The Force is in balance when we are together, and the Jedi are dead, as are the Sith. This is our future."

Her cheeks coloured with excitement as he watched her devour the words with her eyes. "Can I study this?" Her words were eager, childlike.

Kylo nodded. He hadn't expected her to commit without knowing what it was, but he was incredibly hopeful that she understood. He himself had studied as much as he could before these writings came into his possession, but he still wanted to explore these new scrolls.

A few hours later they were still in the room, each of them bent over a piece of scripture. Every few minutes one of them would offer a new insight about why the Force brought them together, and what they would do next. "The balance the Force brings us could be a cry for the Gray. It needs balance now the Sith and Jedi are gone."

"If we gather the forces of the First Order and the Rebels, we could start a new place!"

"No, I believe it needs to be the two of us. Bringing others disrupts the balance that we make. Maybe the whirlwind happened because it was just us two, with no one around."

"That could definitely be it! Can we test it out?"

Kylo smiled. "Let's keep studying this for now." He felt at ease with the girl at his side. Before she had been there, he was actually slowly being corrupted by the Dark side. Now, that corruption was being battled. She had recovered his smile.

An hour later, he knew what he needed to do. He stood up suddenly, visibly startling Rey. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Is it time for training?"

He shook his head. "No. We need to discuss… this." He gestured to the book in her hands.

She looked at him, noting how serious he was, and nodded quickly. "Yes."

He sat down on the edge of his bed and leaned forward. "What do you think?"

Rey smiled somewhat sadly, throwing him off guard. "I wished Luke had told me about this."

Kylo found himself shaking his head. "He didn't believe in this. He believed in the Light until his last breath."

"But he said the Jedi were dead..." Her voice rang with sadness and confusion, and once more he was struck with how she wore her emotions so clearly. A small, unkillable force inside of him roared.

"He lost faith in the order, but not in the Light." His answer was meant to comfort her, but he could tell she still grieved for her passed teacher. Kylo cleared his head, reevaluating the questions he still wanted answered.

"I strongly believe the link was meant to bring us together. It wasn't Snoke. I also think we can learn to control the link. The Force has plans for us, and if we follow the way of the Gray, we will be able to fulfill our destiny."

She frowned, creases appearing above her nose. "What destiny do you see?"

He smiled at the image in his mind. "I see us, traveling the galaxy, spreading the word of the Gray and keeping the balance. We could start a school to teach young Force users how to keep the balance."

Rey chewed her lip, looked him in the eye, and nodded. "Yes." She gently put the book down, stood up and moved towards him, startling him. Without warning, she fiercely threw her arms around him, enveloping him in a… hug?

She spoke, mumbling her words against his shoulder. "I believe you. We should do this. The Force has called at for us, and this feels like it's supposed to happen."

Kylo couldn't breathe. His eyes grew big, and he stood frozen. He expected his insides to roar at him, his instincts to tell him to slap her away, to Force-choke her… but instead, it was quiet.

Slowly, he lowered his arms and answered her hug. She still didn't let go. Where she touched him, his skin grew hot. Without a word, he found himself burying his face in her hair, intensely glad that things happened the way they did.

She would fix him. If she hadn't already.

Just because this story is done, doesn't mean this is the end of me writing about these two. Reviews are much appreciated!