Confronting Fear

Betrayal

Take away your broken misery,
I can't wait to erase your memory
This love, this love is gonna be the end of me.
Everything I gave is wasted,
I'm the one who suffocated
This love, this love is gonna be the end of me

Apocalyptica ft Gavin Rossdale

TW: Some parts of this chapter may be triggering to victims of domestic assault. I'll post a synopsis in the comments for anyone wishing to skip.

A/N buckle up folks, it's about to get crazy!!

Kylo was walking through a set of unfamiliar dark hallways, searching. Searching for Rey. He could sense her. He could hear her, her voice a faint whisper.

He followed her voice until he came to a door. He could hear sounds coming from the other side, Rey's voice and.... something else. He opened it to the sight of Rey, completely bare, straddling the flyboy, ecstasy written on her face, a moan on her lips.

Kylo woke with a start, ripping the top sheet he wrapped himself in as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Casting his Force out he breathed a sigh of relief as he felt Rey's beacon, less bright than usual but still strong, in the room next door. She was asleep and would be for much of the day.

She was planning on trying to leave him, he could feel it. The dream was a warning, just like the one about Mustafar. He couldn't let it happen, he had to keep her here. She was his, and she wasn't going anywhere. Especially not back to the Resistance. Not back to a low class flyboy.

Obi-Wan's words on Coruscant rang in his ears like a warning siren. Rey is loyal to the Resistance/Her loyalty, once given is absolute. She's not promised it to you. He was right. Rey hadn't chosen him and she didn't plan to either. He needed to change that.

He stumbled over to the com set into the wall. "Mitaka. Tell General Hux I want him to meet me in the throne room in an hour,"

Rey stood in the kitchenette making a cup of caf and a slice of toast. She was starving after everything that happened the day before. She was still exhausted and could tell her Force energy had not yet recovered.

Exhaustion or no she grinned as she remembered her new saberstaff. She was immensely proud of how it had turned out. She needed to ask Kylo about getting access to the rest of the floor or at least the training room. After leaving her saber with her for the night surely he would trust her enough with that at least.  Having not trained in a few days she could feel her muscles stiff from not being used, her misadventures having been more mentally taxing than physical.

What could she do in the meantime? She could move all the furniture into the bedroom, that would give her the whole room to work with. It wasn't large enough to really get going, but would have to do. She could also do some simple weight training excercises.

Kylo paced, his palms sweaty inside his leather gloves. He had started the process of getting his plans in motion. He had his meeting with General Hux in half an hour and a visit to engineering after that. He unconciously chewed his lip as he considered. Was he overreacting? Had the dream been just that, a dream?

She's going to leave. You know it's true. She will run back to the Resistance, to him.

He couldn't take that chance. Rey couldn't leave him for the Resistance if there was no Resistance left to return. She'd have to stay. Hux had trailed the Bestoon Legacy back to Ajan Kloss using a transmitter embedded in the stolen Captain's medallion. Even Kylo had to admit it was genius. The slimy bastard had his uses.

He couldn't help but feel a little guilty about breaking his promise to Rey, but she had never had to know.

She's breaking her promise to you by planning to leave. You're justified in doing this. Spoke the Darkness in his mind.