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Fill: Colder Than the Moon (14/?), Kylo/Fem!Hux, Hux/M!OC

[(Anonymous)]

"General."

Hux turns left out of her quarters and nearly collides with Kylo Ren. At least he has his mask on. She doesn't think she could bear to look him in the face. "Lord Ren. Excuse me, I must be on the bridge."

"I am needed there as well." Ren's ragged robes keep pace with her quick strides.

"Good. I'm glad you're where you're supposed to be." Hux consciously focuses on her datapad, flicking through her morning's mail. Two holos from Rog already? He must have not slept much. They're not marked priority, at any rate; they can't be that important.

"I see you jettisoned your fiance."

"I sent Colonel Zoller back to his duties, I didn't throw him out of an airlock."

"You don't wish to be around him?" Ren's helmet turns to face her. Hux doesn't look up; she can feel the weight of his attention on her. "You don't wish to lie in his arms, night after night?"

"I don't have time for these games, Ren. Colonel Zoller is assigned to another ship, under another commander. Removing him from his duties for sentimental reasons would be unacceptable. That is all."

"Nobody would have challenged you."

"It would have been unacceptable to me. Are we finished with this conversation?"

Ren is silent until they have almost reached the bridge. "Did you want to send him away from you, or from me?"

"Fine. So we're not finished." Hux slams her datapad down on the nearest console. "A moment in private?"

*

Dim bars of light slant across Ren's face; his helmet looks like a set of ethereal eyes, angry and empty. The old interrogation rooms had drains in them, for the blood; Hux likes to think that they've advanced past such barbarity. The right cocktail of drugs and visual stimuli can do more to crack a man's mind than all of the shiny, sharp interrogation droids in the world.

"You thought I would kill him, didn't you?" Ren sounds smug through the vocoder.

"My decision had nothing to do with you, your antipathy towards my fiancee, or your ridiculous outbursts--and what is your objection to Colonel Zoller, anyway?"

"He reeks of the Light."

It's not remotely the answer she'd expected. "The Force?"

"What other Light is there? He is suffused with it. It is in his nature."

"You're saying my fiancee is a Jedi." Hux rolls her eyes. "I am not that gullible."

A chuffing laugh from Ren. "I would have killed him already if he was. There is Light and Dark in all of us, and some more than others. Zoller is all Light. And you and your Order, you rely on the Dark Side to guide you--do you see why he's of no use to you?"

"He's a Hero of the Order. I think your point is invalid."

"He will betray you."

"If you're quite done accusing a Hero of the Order of treason, I think we're very done here."

"You doubt me."

"Very much so. I think you're jealous, and frankly, it's pathetic." Hux's throat tightens up; for a moment, she thinks it's Ren. She's never been on the receiving side of one of Ren's choking tricks. She's seen him do it to prisoners, seen Mitaka's bruises. "I was trying to simply be civil, and you seem to have taken it as some kind of encouragement. There is nothing between us. There never will be."

"Never say never, General."

Hux's fingernails bite into her palms. Games, she tells herself, stupid little head games for dominance. She doesn't have the time for it, she can't afford it. "What do you think would happen if you killed Rog? What do you really think would happen?"

"He would be dead," Ren says, like it's obvious. "Probably bisected."

"And after that," Hux says. Ren is silent, breathing. "Well? Do you think I'd suddenly fall into your arms? Ren, do you think that's the kind of person I am?"

Ren raises his hand. Hux braces herself, sucks in air. But there's no squeeze around her throat, no broken glass in her lungs, just Ren's hand curling in on itself and something smooth and warm stroking her cheek.

"Are you afraid of me?"

No, no, no, no, no. Hux feels her body split within itself, like a glitching holo. Her bones stumble backwards, muscles freezing up. She forces her hand up to her face and feels herself smacking Ren's hand away, sees the shower of red-white sparks where they connect; she sees her arm hanging by her side, as stiff with fear as the rest of her, hand shaking with adrenaline and too unsteady to hit anything at all. It's over in a moment, gone like fireworks.

Hux is alive, but her lungs still feel like they've had the life squeezed out of them; every breath is broken glass. It's the adrenaline, the wash of shock throughout her system. She's never done well with that sort of thing, the aftermath of excitement. Her traitorous legs wobble, and she puts a hand out to steady herself against the wall. At least Ren looks nonplussed, backing away from her like a cat sprayed with water. "Am I?" she rasps, trying not to let her shallow breaths show. "Read my mind. You can, can't you?"

Ren shakes his head slowly, hesitant, makes a sound that might be "No" or "Don't." Hux can't tell. There's blood singing in her ears, blood pounding in her veins.

"I know you can. You can get into people's minds." Hux barely notices the bite of her fingernails against her palms. "Tell me, Ren, was I ever really afraid of you?"

Ren's hand goes to his hip, where Hux knows he keeps his lightsaber. He doesn't draw it, but the threat is there. "What are you?"

Hux stares at him, breath cooling in her chest. The question doesn't seem to have any real meaning, any context. "What do you think I am?" She wanted to sound scornful, haughty. But it comes out broken somehow. What am I? What's happening? Why me?

"Tell Snoke nothing of this," Ren says at last. He stalks out of the interrogation room, ragged cloak swirling behind him.

Hux counts to twenty-five and then leaves, determined not to dream of Kylo Ren that night. She does not dream of anything.