Rey woke to hearing her own short burst of a scream. Her nightmares had become more frequent since her arrival on Anch-To. Out of habit, she wiped at her eyes, unsurprised to feel a slight dampness from her tears.

"Scavenger."

She froze. This was not what she needed right now.

"Back off, Kylo."

"You woke me up." He sounded annoyed. She didn't care. She was tired. She just wanted one night of blissfully empty, quiet sleep.

"Then stay out of my head."

"You are the one that reached out to me."

"Kriff off," she snapped, rolling over in bed, drawing the sheet around her. She scrunched her eyes closed. She needed to focus on her breathing. She needed to remember her training from Luke and use it to clear her mind.

"Yes, Scavenger, clear your mind," a snarky voice said to her.

"I told you-."

"And yet I'm still here."

"Sithspawn."

He chuckled, darkly. "Yes, I suppose I am."

"That wasn't a compliment," she grumbled, rolling to her other side.

"Coming from you, it is...or at least the closest I will ever get."

Rey ignored him. Any small retort would continue this banter. She wasn't interested in talking. She wasn't interested in hearing more of his voice in her head. The ease of which he could talk to her worlds away without knowing where she was or at times what she was doing, unnerved her. Master Luke had told her the Force bond was the reason. Still, she couldn't understand why she was bond to him. Why didn't she share that bond with her parents. If they were still alive, she would know. She could reach out to them with the same ease. She's finally know where she belonged...where her home truly was.

"Scavenger."

Once again, she remained silent.

Maz has told her that her family wouldn't be returning to Jakku. It was part of the reason she has agreed to train with Luke to become a Jedi. The other part was the sad conclusion that she had no where else to go. Staying at the Resistance base was too difficult. She couldn't stand to see Finn each day. The bacta tank was working but his face so void of light and laughter cut at her. Then there was the General. Having to see her broken smile with the fresh loss of Han was another constant reminder of how Rey had failed. That left her with the famed Jedi Knight.

"Scavenger, answer me."

Rey moved to lay on her back, still not comfortable in her bed. The thoughts she was wrestling with were causing her doubts to seep in. Luke had warned her that that was the path of the dark side. She had to re-center herself.

Meditation wasn't working while lying down. She flipped the covers away, sliding her legs off the bed and padding barefoot from her hut out into the damp evening air. The sound of waves crashing against the shore called to her. She walked down the well worn path to the edge of the cliff where she did her daily meditations with Master Luke. Closer to the edge she began to taste salt from the sea spray on her lips.

Rey sat down, cross-legged on the cool stone surface. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes once more, reaching inward to where her own light shone. She touched the tendrils of it, allowing them to curl around her finger tips and slide up her arms. The sensation was warming. She allowed it to wrap her up in a cocoon. The tendrils started to thicken, feeling more like arms instead of thin vines. It pulled her back, against something solid. It wasn't until she felt a weight on the top of her head she opened her eyes.

She was still on Anch-To, of that she was sure. What she wasn't sure of was how he was suddenly there with her. The light she had been focusing had manifested into the full bodied version of Kylo Ren. And he was holding her. Tenderly.

"Kylo?"

"She speaks."

"Are you-."

"No. It's the bond."

"Where are you?" she found herself asking. With the Starkiller base destroyed, she knew he had moved to another operation, perhaps an entire other system. She could never see it. It was as he had said during their first connection. She only saw him. Did he still only see her? She couldn't be sure of anything he told her. He could have been waiting to attack her, use any information she accidentally divulged to strike her down.

"My chambers," he answered, vaguely. "Where are you?" He questioned back.

"You can't see?"

"No. I told you before."

She sighed with relief, her shoulders dropping forward slightly, causing him to lean in from where he sat behind her. There was much about the Force she still did not understand. This, for instance, was strange. What was more strange was how she could literally feel their bond. Before it had felt like a tickle in her mind. Now, however, it felt whole, as if a physical string was connecting her to him.

"I get them too," he said, interrupting the silence once more.

"Hmmm?"

"Nightmares."

She wrapped her arms over his, giving a light squeeze. In turn, she felt him reposition his chin on the top of her head. "How do you get back to sleep?"

"I usually don't."

"That explains it then," she laughed, lightly.

She felt him shift. "Explains what?"

"Why you're always so brooding and angry."

"Brooding?"

She stiffened under his hold, waiting for an outburst, the repercussion for her honesty.

His arms around her tightened, holding her down, her back flush against his chest. Separated by mere fabric, she could feel the muscles rippling beneath. An unwelcome heat sparked up in her body.

"Brooding," he repeated, as he ducked his head down to the side. She kept herself facing forward, too nervous due to their positioning to look him in the eye. His proximity should have had her running for her hut, going for her saber. She didn't even know if that would work. This feels like a dream...whatever this is.

"Only you would say that." The words are placed against her ear, his head titled forward as his arms weave about hers, intertwining up and down to the ends, where his fingers, for once ungloved, lace with her own.

"I'm not afraid of you." Her voice came out muffled, their conjoined arms blocking it slightly.

He hummed against her. "You should be."

Rey tried to not pay attention to the growing heat. She expected him to be cold. She had figured he would bait her, maybe even try to attack her. It would have been easier to deal with than...this. As with many things between them, it is hard for her to describe, difficult to define. Somehow she found her voice.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of you."

His words confused her. She was nothing. She came from a sand trap of a planet with no family, no training, no purpose. He had resources, power, and years of study to use against her. What could she possibly do to scare him?

As if he had realized something, he went ridged. Then he pulled back, letting her limbs fall away from his. Before she understood what was happening, he stood up, removing the warmth from around her. The bond felt stretched. She told herself that it was what was causing her to feel a sudden tightness in her chest.

"Be-."

His name didn't make it fully out of her lips, as she glanced over her shoulder. He was already gone. She was alone once more.

A/N: Just a little drabble that came to my mind earlier today. If you like, please check out my other works. Part III of Together will be up shortly.