I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

~Edgar Allan Poe

RensLightsaber

KYLO POV:

We boarded the ship.

Her reluctant body trailed closely behind me.

"Does Snoke approve?" She asked as she observed the surroundings of the ship.

Snoke had told me to find Luke Skywalker, and to strengthen the relationship I had with Cora.

I was doing both, hitting two birds with one stone.

"Yes." I said, as I lead her further on board.

She turned to me and frowned, "it is just us on board? I sense no other presences."

My jaw clenched at this, she was acting too...stiff, but I suppose with her that's expected.  "Cora, we are going to be working together, we have to be...partners. I can't be your partner when you don't seem to want to give me the chance."

She bit down on the inside of her cheek, and looked up at me...I hadn't noticed the way her eyes widened unknowingly when she spoke, or the way that she looked at me from under her lashes.

It annoyed the fuck out of me.

I signed and walked past her, pushing her out of my way as I walked.

CORA'S POV:

Did he just push me?

I sighed as I caught up with him.

"Hey, partner. What's the plan?" I asked, as I looked up at his looming figure.

I guess I hadn't noticed the alluring attraction that he somewhat possessed.

His dark hair, and even darker eyes. His eyes had this terrible rage inside of them, they were filled with a storm...an unforgiving cloud of rage.

He had this built height, and he had pale shadowed skin

His gaze softened, and I turned away, my face turning to stone.

"Well first." He stopped in the middle of a crowded hall. "You need to bathe, there's blood in your hair."

I stiffened when I felt the warmth of his hand on the tips of my long thick hair.

Head pooled into my face as I noticed the red tinge to my hair and I pulled away from him.

He looked away, and motioned to a series of doors.

"This is you." He said as he motioned to the door. "I'll be waiting in my room, when you're done, meet me inside my room so we can discuss a plan of action."

He pushed past me, and walked into a room directly next to mine, slamming the door as he left me alone to sulk.

I sighed and pushed my way into a small, overflowed room.

There was a small bed, and wardrobe, with a connecting bath.

My body ached from the soars of my days, my body protested as I kept going.

I trudged into the bath, warming the water before I stripped down.

I frowned at the yellow tinge my lower thigh had, just hours ago it was a bright purple bruise.

I suppose I heal rather quick.

I bit down hard on my cheek as I turned up the heat of the shower, until the water was boiling.

Blood flooded through the stall, and I hoped the heat would wake me up and prevent me from showing my fatigued weakness.

As the water ran down my back, tears sprung into my eyes, the heat was molten. I watched the blood-soaked water fall into the drain, like the bodies fell from beneath my fingers.

I scrubbed through my hair, and dried myself off.

Wrapping the towel around me, I went to the wardrobe and changed into a tight black t-shirt, and black pants.

I laced up my boots from before (after washing the dried blood from them) and ran my fingers through my hair before making my way to Kylo's room.

Everything that I was doing, just felt wrong.
The way I had murdered my master, the way that I had switched forces completley, and was now about to give up the only secret that was truly mine.

I was going to tell Kylo the secret that I had fought so hard to protect.

I was going to tell him where Luke Skywalker is.

I can only hope that he will help me find him, kill him, and end the reign of the pitiful Jedi.

KYLO POV (aye):

My foot tapped impatiently as I waited for her.

I don't know how everything is going to work out, I don't know what kind of team we will make, and I can only hope that we will continue to be productive in unity.

What the fuck am I saying?

Have I really lost every ounce of personality and individuality that I have resorted to thinking like a fucking robot?

I hope not.

I want me and Cora to get along without completely fucking up.

I want us to have a strictly professional handle on tracking down and killing Luke Skywalker.

I want--

Knock

She poked her head in, her ink black hair clung to her neck, leaving it down in long thick strands.

She wore a tight black shirt, her arms crossing over her chest as she walked over and sat at the very edge of my bed.

For once all of the anger was drained out of her eyes, the storm that always seemed to be violently destroying everything in its path seemed to be gone from her eyes, and was temporarily dormant.

For now.

Instead shadows clung under her eyes, and her body seemed to shake as she almost collapsed into an all-too-straight posture.

She glanced up at me, and quickly looked away, and I felt myself becoming angry that I had allowed her to catch me staring.

She blinked a few times, clearly trying to keep the fatigue from taking over.

I mean the girl trained an army, took out an entire city, and managed an internal battle with me, all without an ounce of sleep, and here I am trying to get her to tell me everything she knows about a man she wants to kill.

"Cora." I said monotone.

"Hmm?" She glanced at me distantly.

"Sleep."

She seemed to debate this for a while, and I almost wanted to shake her for being so stubborn.

She hummed something to me before falling backwards on my bed into a somewhat blissful sleep.

"Wait Cora I didn-" I stopped myself to see the pain that reflected from her new born sleep.

Her eyes twitched from under her lashes as she curled up in a forceful sleep.

She was out.

I contemplated just leaving her there to sleep, but from the very little time that I've known her, she'd probably wake up, think I did something to her, and attempt to kill me.

I wiped the fatigue from my eyes as I slid my arm under her slim waist, and the other under the back of her thighs, I scooped her little frame into my hands lightly as I made a half-hearted attempt not to wake her.

I carried her from my room into hers, and I set her down on her bed, I turned on my heels to leave when she involuntary gripped my wrist from reflex.

She was still fast asleep, but her little hand made an attempt to fully enclose my wrist.

I grinned as I turned back around to face her, and for that one small moment she seemed so delicate. Like a beautiful little flower, so fragile and sweet.

But I knew that was exactly what little Cora was not.

Cora Drakon is a stone cold killer, but there was something delicate inside of her.

I only wish that forever dormant part of her would awaken.

I carefully unwrapped her little fingers from me, and pulled the thick blankets over her sleeping form.

As I turned around to leave, I knew whatever "professional" relationship I had intended to keep, would never work out.

And if having that revelation was deemed life-saving, of life-ending, would be the challenge that kept me going.

Cora was my challenge, and I had every intention of winning.