Against all odds (KyloRenxReaderxArmitageHux)

Chapter Three

I hated this. Stuck in a cell.
It was the size of a small bedroom and had a bed with a reasonably comfortable mattress - relative to the seat I was on, this was heaven. As soon as I had asked what my future was going to be, Kylo swiftly put his helmet back on and left me in the dark room. Shortly after the white armoured soldiers unlatched me off the seat (to my relief) and led me to this cell.
It was still better than the cells I saw back home in the documentaries - there's was no one else and I wasn't in dense squalid conditions. It was plain with clean white walls and a circular door like an intricate vault in a bank. They dressed me in rather soft cell clothes - they were oddly comfortable. It was the equivalent of sweats and a t shirt.
I was stunned. What had he meant by he'd never heard of Earth? Did it not exist? What did that mean about me? Was my past imagined? No. No. I was definitely real. What I lived through was definitely real. I wasn't going to let Kylo's words erase that. How and where was earth then? My imagination darted through images of earth exploding, then disintegrating, melting away and even being sucked into a swirling black hole.
My thoughts darted to my two darling cats - I prayed my flatmate would look after them, wherever they were. I smiled to myself. They had truely become part of my support system - I missed their company. Charlie was a ginger tom cat was a big lover, always reminding me he was there by rubbing against my feet, settling down on my lap and singing to me loudly through his rhythmic meows and steady purrs. Lola was more reserved and quiet cat who loved quietly - she curled up closly and gently, kneaded against blanket and would blink lovingly and slowly to me when I turned her way. I had found them both abandoned in front of the clinic I worked at as a student - Lola when she was three and Charlie when he was merely weeks old. They used to squabble like siblings, Lola always managing to gain the upper hand because as large as Charlie was, he was also very clumsy and goofy. I hadn't noticed but my eyes had involuntarily opened a stream of tears.
"Cheer up." I heard the familiar voice. General Hux.
"Because that so easy - how did I not think if that?," I quickly wiped away my tears before rolling over. "Especially when I've just lost everything I know."
Our eyes clashed - I could feel my fury and pain slightly falter when I remembered how he was thrown around like a ragdoll earlier.
"Are you doing alright, by the way?" I looked away at the floor then back at him.
He stayed silent.
"I mean you just got launched accross the fucking room," I exclaimed.
"Ah yes, Commander Ren can have quite the temper." He huffed, "but I'm fine, he doesn't hurt me as much as he'd like to think."
With a small clink he set a metal tray down - I hadn't even noticed him holding it.
"You should eat." He nodded towards it.
I reached for it before looking up.
"You didn't put anything it, did you?" I was suspicious - I still had no idea how much I could trust these people considering they had a resistance and the fact I'm in a cell.
"No." A slight bemused smile played on his lips.
I know it didn't mean much because he could be lying for all I knew but I reached for the tray nevertheless. I gulped down the glass of water within seconds, relieving my mouth and throat of the heavy drought they were experiencing.
I poked at the mystery meat before deciding it was good enough to eat - after the first bite I'd inhaled the rest of the tray. I'd forgotten the existence of Hux who remained there, standing quietly.
"Sorry," I sheepishly said, feeling slightly guilty for ignoring him.
"No need. I came to talk to you." He paced my cell. "Commander Ren said you were interesting."
"Oh," I had no idea what to say.
I shifted to the corner of the bed inviting him to sit at the edge with me. He stayed standing.
I parted the space next to me.
"Do you wanna sit down?" I whispered.
His eyes shifting between me and the space before he slowly made his way and sat down - careful to not be too close to me. I could faintly smell a soft smell cologne with a tinge of smoke.
"General Hux, have you heard of Earth?" I asked, eagerly.
"Never." He replied.
"Why's nobody heard of it?" I said, dissapointedly. "It was the only planet with life on it. It's got huge oceans with land. It's beautiful."
"Lots of planets have life on it." He looked at me - his tone like that of a teacher.
"Not where I came from." I sighed and leaned back to lie on the bed. "Where I came from, we were the only intelligent life on planets for light years on. We did try to find others though."
"Then you were naive," he looked down at me. His back was poised perfectly - maintaining a straight posture.
"You could say that," I smiled. "Then where did you come from Hux? You're no alien."
"I'm human, I was born in Arkanis." He tilted his head.
"It sounds like the American state - Arkansas" I snorted, laughing slightly, memory of a familiar vine played in my head.
"American? " He looked at me - face washed in curiosity.
"Oh yeah, you wouldn't know." I sighed, "it's this huge country with so many states. You would've thought the states would be different countries - they've got so many different laws and different customs for each state. It's just so stupid."
"That does sound stupid. You need one form of power to rule them all." He seemed enthusiastic.
"Exactly that's what I keep saying, it's make things so much easier." I groaned.
From then, we conversed casually - about ourselves. It was nice considering the fact that he was holding me captive. I told him alot about where I came from, of the things normal people did on earth and of the animals and wildlife that was present. He listened intently, his hand gently gripping his knees - asking me to describe these creatures. I found it difficult that I couldn't compare to another animal so I had to start from scratch. Then I moved on to my very own two cats, I grinned just even talking about them.
"Do you not have animals here, like that with you?" My legs swinging gently at the edge of the bed.
"We have great beasts, the ugly and some enchanting but they're that - beasts. We don't treat them, we especially don't have people like you to take care of them." He spoke - each word was clear and crisp. He was very well spoken. "But I do have a cat."
"Really?" My hear beamed. It was humourously cute how someone of great power and responsibility could still have a soft spot for their beloved.
"Her name is Millicent." He smiled and looked down at me. "Her name means Strength."
"How'd you get her?" I asked, gently.
"I was visiting another station and one of the chef's was rushing to hide her mother and kits. Millicent escaped from her box and sat by my feet."
"You know pets tend to choose their owners rather than the opposite." I smiled.
"Really?" His eyes lit up.
"She felt safe enough to do that - cats are usually timid with strangers." I smiled.
"Can you help her?" He said. "I mean if she ever got ill."
"I don't know, there isn't much I can do in this cell. I don't think you have the equipment and medicine that's suited for cats." I said honestly. I couldn't promise him anything, it would break hearts if I couldn't deliver on it.
"Would you still try?" He asked.
"Always." I whispered.
"I'm going to make time for you visit her in my quarters." His eyes widened as if he had spoke before he thought.
"That'd be so cool." I sat up. "It is a bit weird that you're treating your prisoner like this. Do you do this with all your prisoners?"
"No. Definitely not." A faint pink dusted his face.
He suddenly cleared his throat and stood up stiffly again.
"Apologies, I do have other duties to attend." He said curtly.
"I'll be waiting. I'm excited for the next time you come over." I smiled softly."I enjoyed your company."
His eyes continued to look at me but his originally pale cheeks got redder by the second.
"Goodbye." He stepped out of the cell, the door clicking behind him.
He was cute. Nicer, than he was the first time he called me crazy.