Reunion

He felt her presence long before the tractor beam locked on their vessel. The crew wanted to fight but Finn didn't let them. It would be a massacre and for what? He was the one she was after.

So the moment the ship was docked in the bay inside the enormous belly of the Destroyer, he stepped out, waiting at the foot of the steps for her.

He didn't wait long.

She wore black, like her cousin before her had. But while Kylo Ren's uniform had been utilitarian, almost monkish, Rey's was a costume of silk and leather. Despite himself, his eyes travelled up from the lynth-skin boots, the form-fitting cloth that left so little to the imagination, to the wide fan-like cape, and finally to her pale blue eyes glinting and mocking on that familiar face.

(Thank the Force her eyes were blue for now. He had seen them yellow before. The memory sometimes slipped into his dreams, woke him up, shivering and sick.)

She smiled, as mocking as her gaze, and he felt blood rush to his face, feeling grateful that his skin would hide it from the others around him. It would not do for the famed Jedi Master Finn to show himself so vulnerable to the enemy.

"Master Finn," she said. Her voice was not mocking. It was… and despite himself, he felt the emotion grip him and hold it fast. Her voice was her – Rey. Not Rey the dreaded Sith Lord. Or Rey the short-lived galactic hero. Or even Rey the scavenger. Just … Rey. The girl he had met on Jakku when he had been lost, who had been just as lost as he was, and somehow they had come together and found each other. The girl he had loved, whom had loved him, whom he had thought he would grow old together with.

Now they stood, barely a meter apart, and a wall of distance between them.

He could feel the power of the Dark Side swirling in her, chaotic, hungry, reaching for him.

(And try as Finn did to deny it to himself, yes, there was a part buried so deeply inside him that wanted to reach back).

"It's good to see you," she continued, and he almost believed her. Even her eyes, beneath that mocking gaze, was a faint glimmer of sincerity.

When he answered, his voice sounded heavy in his ears, "I wish I could say the same… Darth Fänger."


A/N: Possible spoilers for SW Ep 7. Based on my own speculations from the trailers so far.

I originally chose Fänger because Google told me that it was German for Scavenger - a fitting Sith name for Rey. It really means 'captor' or 'catcher', which I still feel will be close enough.