Hi guys! So I've never dabbled in this fandom. I just watched Star Wars, and it inspired me. Hopefully this gives someone a bit of a fix! I know that ending left me wanting more Star Wars. hahaha. Enjoy!

PS: For the purposes of this story, Rey is NOT a Skywalker, and she's not Han and Leia's kid either. So...no family tie weirdness. If that turns out to be AU, then so be it. lol. Also I haven't decided if this is a one-shot or not yet.

"Kylo Ren," she hissed. Rey tightened her grip on her lightsaber, eyes never leaving the dark figure across the battlefield. She knew that from behind the black helmet, his eyes were locked on hers. She could feel it. And she knew he would hear what she said. "Come closer so I can finally kill you."

He tilted his head a little before moving towards her, distinct cross-shaped lightsaber held casually at his side. His unconcern angered her. In her mind she heard the voice of her teacher, Luke Skywalker. Do not give in to anger. Find your peace. But this was the man who had killed Han Solo, his own father, a father she would have given anything to have. She who had no parents hated him for despising the ones he had.

"I know you can feel it," he said when he was close enough to be heard. He stepped over dead bodies as if they were nothing. Strangely, the battle avoided him, as it did her. "The dark side. The pull is strong for you now."

"The only pull I feel is the pull to destroy you," she said coldly. She lifted her chin. "It will restore balance. You and your knights, your order, must be destroyed."

She heard his laugh. He looked away briefly. "You will never eradicate the power of the dark side. And you know that I do not rule the First Order. Snoke does. Yet you hate me. You are obsessed."

She moved a few steps towards him, lightsaber at the ready. He mirrored her movements, slowly."He needs your power," she said. "He's using you. You are a puppet." In the back of her mind she knew she was tacitly agreeing with him, and it annoyed her.

"I'm using him. He trains me, so that my potential can be realized. One day I will kill him."

"You're disgusting," she spat.

"I'm improving. You will not find me as easy an opponent as last time we met." They stopped a few feet away from each other. Neither made a move to attack. "Tell me," he said suddenly, "would this be easier without the helmet?"

Her chest did something funny. "I will kill you with or without a face to look at."

"What's the matter?" He was mocking her. She felt the air stir and his mood suddenly changed. Tension filled his limbs. He reached up and pulled his helmet off in a jerking motion, revealing his narrow face and dark, increasingly sunken eyes. "See me," he hissed. "See me Rey. And hate me. Hate the man who killed your would-be father. Hate the man who killed your friend the traitor."

"Finn hasn't died yet, you piece of filth."

"He might as well have. He will never awaken. You know this. You've seen it. You're all alone, Rey. Because of me."

With a wordless roar she lunged at him, but he was ready. With ease he blocked her, and she struck again, and again was blocked, and again. They circled one another, and suddenly he spun round and cut low at her feet. Rey jumped just in time to avoid losing her leg, and sliced the air in front of her where his neck had been moments before. He was too fast. Though his emotions appeared as uncontrolled as ever, there was a greater darkness in his eyes than the last time she'd fought him. It steadied him. And she felt it begin to lure her. She couldn't stop looking. And she hated him.

"Exactly, Rey. You're doing so well," he said softly, as they circled each other. "Let it have you. Let it pull you."

He was right, she knew. The pull of the dark side was always there when she thought of him, and it was worse when she faced him. She would never defeat him like this. Rey reached inward, and searched for the goodness of the force she worked with. She found it. It told her to wonder why Kylo Ren was not trying harder to kill her. Her step faltered.

"Yes, exactly," he said, misinterpreting her unease. "Hate me. Despise me. Give in. And join me."

The gleam in his eyes made her stomach churn. "Hate you...and join you? You are completely delusional! I would die a million deaths before joining the likes of you. You sicken me!"

"I know. I know I do. I sicken you." He moved towards her, frantic, but again she realized he was not moving to kill. She found she could not move to strike. Something was wrong. The force was speaking. Something was wrong. She backed away hurriedly. His eyes bore into hers. "Let it strengthen you, Rey. It doesn't have to be like this."

She shook her head. "The light side is stronger than the dark. You-" His eyes. The strange feeling in her chest. She redirected her sentence. "The dark side can never tempt me."

His face twisted into a sneer. "It already has."

"No."

He lunged. She moved just in time to avoid a blow to the chest, and moved to strike at his left side only to be blocked by him. They froze like that, pushing against each other's lightsabers. Eyes locked on one another's, the battle changed from one of strength to one of force. It moved to the mind. She felt him pushing, prying into the tumult within her. Unperturbed, she pushed back.

Pain. Fear. Confusion. Loneliness.

Rey jumped back and put a hand to her temple, trying to wipe away the revelation she'd just had. Leia was right. Her son was still in there. "I still hate you," she whispered.

"Whatever you think you saw," he said shakily, rage and fear stamped across his features, "it is nothing. It is a trick of the light side, trying to sway me. Through you."

"Why through me?"

He didn't reply. And suddenly she understood.

"You feel it too," she said. "I'm not the only one being lured by the other side of the force. You feel it. You still feel the pull of the light side. You feel it when you face me."

His expression didn't change. "A very good reason to kill you now."

"Then why are you trying to talk me into joining you?"

They were circling each other again. Weapons raised.

"It's not a flawless plan, I admit," he said. She didn't have any time to react. He struck out and she bit back a cry as red light sliced through her arm. She gave it a shake to make sure it was still attached, and switched her lightsaber to the other hand. Rey reached deep within herself, reached for the steady thrum of the force, but still when she struck it was too slow, and a sort of frenzy had taken over Kylo Ren once more. He pushed her back, he struck at her leg, she struck and was blocked, she lunged again and hit air, and was herself pushed to the ground. Not the ground – the surface she fell onto gave way beneath her with a sickening squish, the body of the dead soldier still warm. She found herself staring at the tip of a red lightsaber. She raised her gaze higher, and met eyes that shone with darkness. He knelt down over her, still careful lest she strike. She couldn't. Both her arms were refusing to respond. Whatever he'd done to her, it had been done well.

He studied her. "You can't fight me any more today," he said matter of factly. The lightsaber was lowered harmlessly at his side, and he leaned in closer. She cringed back. She could feel his breath. He reached a hand forward and pushed back a stray hair from her face. Again, she felt that something was wrong, but her fear and anger were so great she couldn't make sense of it. And she was about to die. And she hadn't killed him yet. She had failed.

"You know, the first time I saw you I knew you would be trouble."

"The greatest trouble," she said, and felt tears spill out of her eyes, "will be my failure to kill you today."

A worried look, almost concerned, flashed in his eyes, and it was so out of place it nearly scared her. He was playing mind games with her. She was sure of it. She had to remain strong to the end. If he did not kill her, he was sure to try to turn her. And she could not. She could not. He stared at her. He seemed to study her hair, her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, then even her lips. Rey furrowed her brow.

"Kill me," she snapped. "Get it over with."

His eyes met hers. He had the saddest, darkest eyes. "You're really quite pretty, you know." Before she even had a chance to respond to that, he stood up and his face was a cold mask once more. Ignoring her, he strode over to where his helmet had fallen and picked it up. And then he was walking away. It didn't make any sense.

"Wait!" she called out. He didn't stop. She tried applying weight to her hands, pushing herself up, and cried out in pain. She still couldn't get up. "Wait, dammit!" she yelled. He walked away. "Ben Solo!"

He stopped short. Glanced over his shoulder at her. "He died with his father. You'd best remember that. The force is too strong with you for your injuries to kill you. Even if somebody else comes to finish you off, something will prevent it. And we will meet again."

"Why not just kill me? I came here to kill you."

"I know you did," he said, a strange smile twisting his mouth. "And you're the biggest threat to the First Order."

"Why not kill me?" she demanded.

"I'm not redeemable," he said bluntly. Then a funny, boyish glint filled his eyes and it made him look normal. "It's just, if I kill you I'm not likely to find much of a challenge in the future, am I?" And he winked at her. Rey was left with no choice but to watch him walk away, still not understanding and somehow even more afraid of him than when he was a step from ending her life.

In the months that followed, Snoke continued to exact revenge on the Republic and all efforts to restore the Jedi order. Kylo Ren was heavily involved, and responsible for the deaths of countless men and women. Rey could not forget that he'd let her live.