Bond (Kylo Ren x Rey)

Bright

He was yelling at Rey, but she couldn't truly understand what he was saying. His memories flashed in her mind as she settled her eyes to look upon his face, a pure raging sea. The light had blinked out of his now cold, brown eyes, and his mouth contorted into a sneer. But all she could see was the little boy sneaking a look at his arguing parents with such sadness in his eyes. Like his world was being torn apart. It had been extremely close to the look Kylo had given her when he had offered her everything. Himself. And she had rejected him. She could still remember the way his eyes flashed in hurt and disappointment as she told him she couldn't do it, couldn't join him. Then his last memory burst into her mind. His screams of anguish echoed in her head as she looked upon the Supreme Leader, the boy, in front of her.

Rey didn't really think. It was instinct. With a flick of her hand she had summoned one of his gloves to her. Kylo stopped mid-rant and looked down on his bare hand. His protection was gone; the physical barrier between him and everything he touched had been removed. She had to touch him, get to him somehow. To reach inside his soul and remind Ben Solo that he lived.

Her arm shot out across the short distance between the two enemies, and clasped his hand in hers. Kylo's bewildered eyes were wide as she threaded their fingers together. His hand was warm in hers, and the palm of her hand scraped against his lightsaber calluses. Her hand seemed so tiny, she noted, that his seemed to engulf hers.

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What was she doing? Why was this Jedi, this scavenger, touching his hand? The nerve. He had just been berating her for daring to intrude on his memories. How dare she.

Gazing across to her now, their hands intertwined, he felt her Force signature envelope his, calming only some of his nerves. The tears still hadn't dried on her face, and he could see that her eyelashes were clumping together from the moisture. How did she look so beautiful? He shouldn't feel this way, this pang in his heart when he looked at her. But with so much compassion and sadness in her eyes and her hand outstretched in his, he couldn't help but cave a little.

No. No. This can't happen.

Opening his mouth to object, Rey pushes her palm into his and they are sucked into a vision.

She's with him. Side by side in TIE fighters they soar through the air, gunning down their enemies. Rey's fighter is level with his, and he looks to his side to get a better glance at her through the cockpit of the ship. Although they are meters apart, Kylo can see the smile on her face. Her eyes are wildly mischievous. Clad in all black regalia, Rey winks as she meets his warm gaze. His heart flutters. He didn't think it could do that. Through the comms her voice is clear as day.

"I'm with you, always."

Grinning from ear to ear for what he feels like is the first time in a long time, he repeats back through the comms, "Always."

Zigzagging her sleek black ship in lazy patterns around his, Rey then signals toward him, and they shoot back down to the surface of a rocky planet to begin taking out more targets.

Then they were back. Clasping hands. His vision hadn't changed from that night when they first tentatively touched fingertips through their bond; it was the same glorious vision that sent a tingling heat throughout his body. Rey's eyes were soft and unguarded. The careful beginnings of a smile played on the corners of her mouth. This was so different from the fierce competitor and enemy that he had known for these months. She wasn't all edges; she was compassion, she was bright light.

"Ben," Rey hoarsely began. He flinched at the name. It had always sounded like a curse, a legacy he couldn't live up to. However coming from her, the name, his name, was a prayer. She continued, "I've seen it again. You're with me, fighting for the light together."

He didn't know how to tell her that she was wrong. He had already said it before, and it had made no difference to her. Rey's vision was incorrect; she would be with him in those TIE fighters flying over the sky above the smoke of battle. They would be in the Dark. Together.

Kylo needed to gather his thoughts, and this was not the place. Not when she was sitting there grasping his hand. Their fingers were still locked together, a sensation he never wanted to end. But he needed to focus. Think. Closing his eyes and pushing her hazel gaze from his thoughts, Kylo Ren returned to his quarters. Alone.

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Rey's hand was still stretched out in front of her, phantom fingers holding them in place. Kylo's dark leather glove was still gently gripped in her other hand. He was gone.

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More angsty Reylo I guess!... let me know what you think!