Ordered

Chapter 18 - In Which Rey Angers Ren

(Chapter Rating: T)

Afternoon faded to evening as Ren napped, until a loud commotion broke the restful silence. Ren stirred, hearing the sounds of metal clinking together. Disoriented, for a moment, he wondered if he was back on the Star Destroyer. If some fools outside his chamber door were being consumed with stupidity. If, perhaps, they wanted to die for disrupting the peace? This was no time for a drill. Kylo Ren would choke the life out of them and return to his sleep.

On cue, the sound resonated again. Ren blinked. His good eye readjusted to the room, seeing the dark interior of Skywalker's hovel. He then realized, with his aching back, he was in Rey's bed. And not even in the sense he wanted. Not tired after a long, heated tryst. Merely tired from struggling and failing to find a way off the cursed water world with Rey's affection.

Ahch-To, yes. Stranded on Ahch-To. Alone and mauled by the damned green blade.

Contemplating his wife's affections and heated trysts, he wondered, where was she?

But the sound was getting closer.

Curious, he sat up. Then he heard clank of metal again.

Lifting, he pulled himself up and moved to the primitive thin-glass window.

It was Rey.

The sun was setting, and in the golden light, his gorgeous wife was dragging, struggling really, to bring broken pieces of his command shuttle up the hill in a large net. She pulled on the ends of the net with a great heave. Movement and noise occurred as she nearly lost her balance against the enormous weight. Resolved, she steadied herself, reclaimed her footing, and tugged the scrap again.

How many hours had she labored to get this far? Apparently, he couldn't trust her to be alone. Couldn't trust her not to get herself into trouble.

Her effort might have been adorable, if Ren's fury hadn't been tripped.

Ren fumed over the insanity of her actions. It was clear her short time with his uncle had caused irregular thought patterns. Perhaps it was contagious. He knew she was strong willed, but he had never dreamed her foolishness would go this far.

His anger refreshed, Ren stormed out of the room, threw open the hovel's front door, and rushed to face her. His borrowed boots treaded the soft ground. He squinted against the backdrop of the sun over the ocean. Silently, he towered behind her. Yet, unaware of his presence, she remained consumed by her work. He watched her pull the net further, moving it a few more inches.

But, he intended to stop her, once and for all.

"And what, lover," he cleared his throat, "Do you think you're doing?"