When the Day Loved the Night (On Temporary Hiatus!)

Allied in Trust

Rey couldn't wave away the peculiar familiarity as she studied her bedroom's abyss of a ceiling, cautiously observing the lights which flickered softly, much like the ships passing her by each night she laid sleepless and starry-eyed on Jakku.

She easily favored the wasteland planet over the almost emptier quarters of the First Order.

Jakku was a desert, yet she felt more isolated in this new home than she ever had as a child.

Rey clamped her eyes shut, calling into the void of the Force that when she would wake again, she would find herself far away from this cage, from the men trapping her inside, back to the only place she had ever belonged-

There was a knock on her door.

Stiffly, Rey stretched and squirmed out of her bedsheets as she stumbled in the pitch-black room toward the noise, which resounded obnoxiously again. She pressed a head to her forehead in a groan, suddenly woozy in her half-slumber state.

It must've been two in the morning by then... what would a visitor want-

The incessant knocking derailed her thoughts once more, and she muttered unpleasantly, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Her hand extended blindly for the door, only to have it glide out of reach before she'd so much as touched it, vanishing to unveil her unwanted company.

Kylo Ren.

Rey stiffened, any sign of her fatigue dissipating as she narrowed her gaze in a scowl, "Well."

He was unmasked, again, though Rey wished he donned the ridiculous helmet so that their eyes wouldn't meet so vulnerably.

"Well," he lifted his chin coldly.

Her patience had already been wrung dry with their previous encounter only hours beforehand, and Rey's suppressed fury fluttered inside her once again, "Is there something you need?"

Ren fidgeted, his hands twitching as his rigid face turned downwards, "I came... to say that I should not have yelled at you. I realize now that you weren't aware of circumstances-"

"Are you apologizing to me?" Rey inquired in genuine disbelief, her eyebrows furrowing in her confusion.

Kylo Ren's stare shifted away from her, but he did not reply.

The Jedi feared she might release a chuckle at his absolute absurdity, marching to her room in the middle of the night to apologize. He was a Knight of Ren for the maker's sake, yet there he stood at her doorway, awaiting forgiveness.

Despite her amusement, Rey could not sway her bitterness. She stepped backward, beginning to force the door closed again when she noticed Ren's presence still.

"Is that all?" her voice chimed in scorn.

Ren's eyes traveled back to hers once more as he clenched his fists, "We need to discuss your residency here."

The Jedi backed away again, pivoting in thought and apprehension, and Kylo seized the moment to step inside her room. She swung back to him almost immediately, "My 'residency'-?"

"Your purpose," he cleared his throat as her bedroom door slid shut.

Rey's face flooded with heat at the mention of this, but she managed a scoff, "So, it's important when it's convenient to you-"

"You have been here for almost three days, scavenger, and I've still not discussed anything with you," Ren countered, and Rey could not deny this. In fact, she could not ignore her confusion still as to what was supposed to fill her daily schedule, what the First Order required of her in her spare time.