Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Star Wars.

Warning: This story is rated M for the usual stuff but mainly hot situations...wink! ;)

P.S. I wrote this while listening to Padme's Ruminations and Palpatine's Teachings by the great John Williams (Revenge of the Sith soundtrack). You may want to give it a listen while reading.

Rey grabbed hold of the edge of the platform, pulling herself up and grunting out loud, being exhausted from her climb along the massive structure. She stood and looked at the gutted wreckage before her of what were remnants of the second Death Star. Even the broken shards of metal and rubble looked cold and cruel to her. It should have been shocking to see something so magnificent and powerful laid to waste, but her demeanor taking in the sight was calm and methodical, carefully looking at everything before her. She was a scavenger who had seen equally annihilated wreckages before, the Imperial Star Destroyer being one of them, back on Jakku. Even though it didn't shock her, she still felt somewhat in awe by the sheer size of what the structure had once been and the destruction left behind. The ruin ship would have been a prize for the picking if she was still in the scrapping business but that life was now behind her.

Hearing the unsettling low hum in her ears become louder, she looked upwards at the deteriorating open floors above her. Something or someone was beckoning her. She first heard the faint hum on the shores of Kef Bir when they arrived at the ocean moon. Now it was becoming stronger as she moved closer to the source.

Looking behind her, the ocean waves below crashed angrily against the metal wreckage of the ship and for an instant she wanted to jump back in her boat and flee. But she knew she couldn't, no matter how tempting it was. She had to keep moving forward to find the navigation device, the Wayfinder, that would lead her to the Emperor... her Grandfather. The one she would destroy.

Carefully, she maneuvered around the wreckage and reached a column to the ship that would take her to the floors above. The column didn't look stable and before stepping on it, she gave it a quick jiggle to see it would hold. It was slightly wobbly but she had to take a chance that it wouldn't collapse. The pull of what was beckoning her was strong and she would keep moving, even if it killed her. Her mind, heart, and body were being pulled like a magnet to steel.

She climbed upwards, clawing and grasping at anything that would hold her. She felt as if her will power was being tested, but from what, she did not know. Finally arriving at the top floor, she continued towards the sound of the hum, with each step closer making her feel weaker. She slowed her pace in a long corridor when seeing dead Stormtroopers scattered about. She could feel an eeriness around her, as if she was in a tomb, knowing their bodies were withered and rotted in their uniforms.

Warmth washed over her as she exited from one room into another, making the pull ignite an arousal within her body. Was this lure that of the dark side feeding off her fear? The very fear that her Master warned her of? Tears and sweat, rolled down her cheeks, knowing she had to face whatever was calling her. There seemed to be something more than just the Wayfinder lulling her. That much she could feel.

She walked down another corridor and into a large open room. The sunlight peered in softly but was mostly blocked by surrounding fog. Sitting in front of a broken circular window, was a large chair… a throne. She had finally reached her Grandfather's throne room. She walked closer to the chair and reached up to touch it but pulled her hand back fearing the inanimate object. She was being warned from the deepest parts of her mind that something sinister was at play and that danger was nearby.

Hearing the hum vibrate louder, she spun around, looking at a massive doorway that was shut tight, just a few feet from where she stood. Stepping towards it and wondering how she would enter, she stopped when the air seemed to still around her. Nothing else around her could be heard but her breathing and heart that was rapidly beating. Was she sensing a presence? Touching the hilt of her lightsaber at her waist, ready to strike at what might appear before her, she jumped back when the door opened on its own. A faint light came from the room but she saw no physical presence. Taking in a shivering breath and ignoring her better judgment, she slowly entered the chamber, with the pull being so great that she thought she would burst.

The room was still intact, unscathed, and apparently a stronghold against attack. At the opposite end stood a large silver ornate metal table, bolted to the floor, a large chair behind it, and a decorative pillar to the center-left of the wall. Her eyes lit up when she saw the pyramid shape device hovering inside the pillar. She had never seen anything like it and was captivated, walking closer to it. Grasping it with her hands, she slowly held it up to examine closer. Her breath shuddered, memorized by its glow and unique beauty. It was the Wayfinder - ancient and wicked. This had to be what was luring her so strongly because it felt as if she had the weight of great power in her hands.

A shallow whisper came from her side and looking in that direction, her face paled to see a cloaked figure standing there. The figure was dressed in Sith garb, looking gaunt and seemingly filled with darkness, igniting a folding red lightsaber. It was a mirror image of herself, staring back at her!

Her breathing became urgent, as she stumbled back, seeing the figure smile at her. "Don't be afraid of who you are."

Hearing the Dark Rey speak, as if she has always been, left her feeling paralyzed with fear but she snapped out of it when the figure stormed towards her.

She ignited her blade and was suddenly dueling herself and desperately trying to get the upper hand while holding onto the Wayfinder. But the Dark Rey was much stronger and she felt an uneasiness as if she wanted to feel the power that radiated from it. The figure was the magnet and she the steel, both being pulled together. Stopping at the height of their standoff, the figure appeared stoic, as if it could easily be the victor but its face distorted and pushed her towards the chamber door angrily, disappearing as if it was a figment of her imagination.

Her back slammed against something hard and she felt an arm wrap around her waist and a hand pull the Wayfinder from her.

"You're not going anywhere." Kylo Ren whispered in her ear. "We're not done yet."

The Dark Rey appeared before her again, smiling and stroking her face softly. "We are one Rey. We've always been one. You know this to be true."

She cried out when seeing Kylo crush the Wayfinder in his hand but she fixed her gaze on Dark Rey again, who grasped her face, squeezing it tight and making her look at her point-blank. She was simply terrified and enthralled all at once, staring into the eyes of her own self, dark and malevolent.

She flinched, closing her eyes tight as Dark Rey slammed into her body, absorbing into her. She wanted to scream, fighting the pain that felt like a massive jolt of electricity striking at her center core, piercing her soul. But her throat choked-up, leaving her breathless and helpless to what was happening.

"Don't be afraid...I feel it too." Kylo's voice softly echoed around her. His tone and words sounding the same when interrogating her on his starbase. Back when he tried to extract the map from her to find Luke Skywalker.

She struggled to break free of his grasp with her back still facing him, but he held her tight in both arms, nuzzling his face in her neck.

"It will soon be over. I promise." his voice strained, trying to sound reassuring, as he witnessed the birthing of the dark side emerging within her. "It doesn't hurt for long."

Both panting heavily, with their breathing finally becoming in sync, her body went limp against him, as she felt the light leaving her.

He loosened his grip when she stopped fighting but securely kept his hold on her. Slowly, she found strength in her legs and stood upright, turning and gazing up at him.

She appeared different to him. Still strong, yet not so innocent and pure looking, but more passionate and powerful. Perhaps a little scared and uncertain, since the light of the force was still in her but was now being taken over by the darkness. She was seeing the world through a new set of eyes of both sides of the force, that simply being of light and dark.

Feeling as if a barrier had collapsed within her and the darkest of her thoughts surfacing, she found herself yearning to touch him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him with the greatest of desires and he found his body quivering staring back at her.

"You're beautiful Rey," his voice sounded anguished, placing his hands on her hips.

She pulled his lips to hers, hungrily kissing him fully with her mouth and tongue. Sliding her hands down the narrow of his back, she squeezed him harder against her body, feeling him embrace her tight, kissing her passionately. The tension that had been building between the two, was finally releasing.

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling her throbbing wet heat against his hardened arousal. Their kiss was fervent and quickly becoming more amorous and uncontrollable. His strength holding her up was effortless, making her feel weightless as she rode him roughly where he stood.

Panting and feeling her body almost climaxing and reaching the point of release, she abruptly pulled away from him startled, making him look at her bewildered. What little light still within her was trying to desperately ignite and make sense of what was happening. "What are we doing?" Her breath was ragged. "What am I doing? I've never been with anyone...not like this, except in my ..." She broke from his gaze and looked around as if she was possibly dreaming. These past months she had several lucid and sensual dreams about him but none feeling as vivid and real as this one was. "I need to wake up. I must be dreaming. Something dark has pulled me into a place I'm not familiar with. It's powerful, I can feel it..." She sounded incoherent, acting disoriented and muttering to herself, trying to break from his hold.

"Look at me," he gently ordered, wanting to calm her, and released her legs so she could stand. He could see the unease in her eyes as she stared back at him perplexed. "You are not dreaming. This is who you truly are Rey, from the day of your birth. We both were called to this place for a reason - everything that has occurred in our lives was meant to lead us to this moment." He placed her left hand over his heart. "Your place is by my side, as I am by yours." He touched his hand over her heart. "I will teach you the ways of the force, the way you were meant to know it, as you are feeling it now. Our bond will become unbreakable once we go down that path. Do you understand?" His voice sounded more raspy and deeper with lust.

Fearing her answer and unable to speak, she looked at him intently, breathing in deeply and feeling the darkness gently smolder within her again. The dark force was pulling her to him but she still had the light in her, she could feel it linger.

"Do you understand?" His voice was more gentle and he raised her left hand, kissing her ring finger and then her palm, feeling its warmth against his lips.

"I do." She gently acknowledged, swallowing down the fear and anguish exuding from her body.

Seeing her eyes soften and body relax, he began nudging and suckling at her ear. "You must be patient, as you learn the ways of the dark force, all will become clear. You must trust me," he whispered in her ear.

Tears rolled down her face and she leaned into him, feeling lost and disconnected. The guilt of feeling the pleasure he brought her and choosing him above all else in which she cared for, was confusing and overwhelming.

He embraced her face with his hands, looking at her with a quiet and impassioned expression, feeling her suffering. Their gaze fixed on each other was of pure attraction and he thumbed her cheeks wanting to relieve her pain. Kissing her eyes gently and tasting her tears, he trailed his mouth along its wet path to her neck, suckling her skin there. "You're mine, scavenger, and I'll teach you everything you need to know," he growled, caressing his face down along her chest.

She closed her eyes and nuzzled him tightly, not wanting to let go. She thought the dark force would make her a monster but she felt only weaker and more susceptible to the wants and desires of her own needs.

He nestled his head gently between her breast, slowly rubbing his hands against her hips, and listened to her heart pulsate. She was trembling and her body was hot and blushed from arousal. Seeing how his touch affected her, brought him to his knees and a wave of vulnerability rushed over him, knowing it was he who belonged to her.

She pursed her lips tight, feeling the light within her slowly extinguish, as she succumbed to the energy he radiated. Intense pleasure flowed throughout her body and she moaned lowly, hugging him tighter. She was opening up to him like a flower, blooming in the morning sun, and needing his warmth to survive. The lure of the dark side had come for her and nothing else mattered but him.

Authors Note: Should I continue or should this be a one-shot (and your imagination can fill in the blanks)? Please leave a review and thanks for reading. :)