Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or the storyline, nor do I take responsibility over the characters. I am merely a fan with a computer and a keyboard. This fic is NON-incest, until later proven otherwise in the movies. The story takes place around a month after the events of The Force Awakens. Rated M for later chapters.


CHAPTER 1 : CURRENTS

"You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity."- Alysha Speer


Rey hated the rain.

It had not always been that way. There was a time in her life when she had cherished the rain. Wished for it. Willed it. It had been something that was so rare on Jakku and she could count on one hand how many times it rained where she had once lived. The rain there had been surprisingly soft, feathery light as it came and went like a ghost. Leaving no trace of existence. It had always been nothing more than a fleeting moment of relief from the scorched earth of Jakku.

Rey used to crave it.

She hated it now.

Here on the island that housed Luke Skywalker and now herself, the rain came and went with the ferocity of a Cherfer. It was unpredictable. Uncontrollable. Violent.

Everything that reminded her of him.

Thunder rumbled in the distance as if it was on queue to her thoughts. Inside her small hut Rey gathered herself, preparing for the day ahead- a thunderstorm was on its way. She could feel it churning in the horizon and it wouldn't be long until it was upon them. By the time she has finished dressing herself the rain starts, a dull rhythmic sound that does not fool her. Something tells her that today will be a hell in the form of sky fall. Luke Skywalker is outside her hut when she opens the door, it doesn't surprise her to see him there. He's always two steps ahead of her. Distantly, she wonders if this man ever sleeps.

Without a word he turns, she follows him in silence down the moss-ridden stairs that were dug almost crudely into the earth. Childishly she wrinkles her nose from behind him. 'Good morning to you too.' It's silly and somewhat petty of her and for a moment she swears she sees his steps falter in front of her. She just…really hated training in the rain.

"Problem?" He asks. Always so perceptive.

"No."

Luke lets out a soft grunt in front of her, yeah right. Regardless if there was a problem, Rey doubted he would cancel their training just because she didn't feel like getting wet today. Besides, it had almost become a tradition of some sort to wade out into the waters surrounding them whenever a storm breached. It was a test of balance. To achieve a calm within the surrounding chaos.

They didn't talk much about or to each other. It was never needed. Rey supposed that they both lived alone for so long that after awhile the silence was more comforting than empty words. When they did speak it was only of training and the force and more training tactics and breathing. Always breathing. Other than that, silence. It was a companionable silence, one that she found comfort in rather than awkwardness.

In the corner of her eye she sees a flash of lightening. Instinctively her hands fall to the saber at her hip.

She doesn't hate the rain out of pettiness. She hates it because it puts her on edge. And for some damned reason, she can't help but see the similarities the storm has to Kylo Ren. The thought of him causes a shiver to run through her. She looks at Luke. Guilt. It's misplaced guilt, she knows, but she feels dirty whenever she thinks about the masked man. Another flash of lightening- her jaw clenches as memories flood her mind. His light saber, red hot and angry just inches from her face. It crackles with an uncontrollable power. Heat. Heat. Heat. Fear. Sparks fly from their sabers and their eyes meet as they clash. Something… something calls to her. Something not unfamiliar.

"Rey."

Her eyes snap up and meet Luke's quiet gaze. He looks as if he is about to say something, but he doesn't. What could he say to her? Instead they take on their usual positions of master and apprentice and Rey lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. They both knew what she had been through, the words never needed to be spoken. It had been almost a month that she turned up on the island, brandishing his fathers light saber and wishing that he would take the thing and relieve her of whatever escapade she had gotten herself in. Luke never took the saber. Something in Rey had known he wouldn't. It was hers now. It called to her and that thought alone made her take on the responsibility she had once tried to run away from.

Her clothes seem heavier now, the rain having steadily been soaked up in her robes. She dislikes the feeling; it makes her feel slow and confined. They reach the shoreline. The waves are angry against the side of the cliffs and the winds picks up. This time she shivers from cold.

Small jagged rocks peak out from the waters near the edge of the cliff, they dot the sea like little freckles and Rey eyes them wearily. Pointy, sharp freckles. Scattered thunder rumbles somewhere in the dark clouds above her head. Dimly she is reminded of a man who's anger and bitterness groans and pulls like storm clouds, who shrouds out the light- domineering everything in his wake.

A scowl forms on her mouth.

She hated the rain.


"Clear your mind, Rey." Luke Skywalker's voice is a soft sigh against the harsh currents. They are in the eye of the storm now and her wet hair whips violently, stinging at her cheeks. She is teetering, bare foot, on one of the uneven rocks that jut out from the sea. "Breathe! Clear as air." She grits her teeth and turns her head sharply to look at Luke. He too is standing barefoot on one of the rocks, one foot lifted and crossed at his knee. It mirrors her own position, except he is far more stable than she is. With a control that she only wishes to achieve, he pushes off his one leg and pivots into the sky and does a flip before landing gracefully on a rock that was too far for any average man to accomplish. In the moment she is struck in awe by him, he was the embodiment of a true Jedi. Waves crash violently at her feet bringing her back to the task at hand. Below the waters bite at her ankles, ready to drag her in if she isn't careful enough. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Ah. It feels like hours.

Her shaky leg stills. Inhale. The blisters on her feet stop screaming. A slow exhale. She doesn't feel the wetness that clings to her eyelashes. Inhale. The loud drumming of the world around her fades into a steady, quiet beat. Chaos, yet harmony.

Light.

She exhales and pushes off the slippery surface of the rock. Her body bends with the wind rather than against it, her eyes are closed yet she somehow is guided and lands, crouched on rock near her mentor. Progress! Rey opens her eyes just in time to see the last glimpse of a smile on his face. They had been at this training for so long it seemed. Finally, finally it felt as if she was grasping more control over the force that flowed through her. Where before she was untrained and blindly reaching out to the force that she had not too long ago assumed was just a myth. Just like she thought the man in front of her had been. Every day she has felt herself getting stronger, body and soul. She smiles at her mentor, quietly thanking him without words as she untangles from her crouched position.

Then the moment is shattered. In the seconds it takes Rey to upright herself a door is flung open, letting in a vicious wind. It's so unexpected that is nearly gives her whiplash.

Kylo Ren fills her vision, seeping into her thoughts and opening up inside of her like a cloud, drowning her in his downpour. A feeling tugs at the base of her skull and for a brief, fleeting moment she swears she is struck by lightening. Not unfamiliar. A connection. A sharp inhale through a mask.

And then he is gone and she is left breathless, staring into the eyes of Luke Skywalker as she tumbles back into the awaiting arms of the angry sea below her. Rey feels the rain kiss her face one last time before the ocean swallows her whole. Desperately she tries not to think in poems, but before her vision runs black she can't help but imagine dark eyes matched with equally dark hair.

Kylo Ren was the very essence of a perilous storm.


A/N: Yes, my first fanfic ever and of course it is Reylo trash. *sighs* I have accepted it. Look forward to Kylo Ren in the next chapter.

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