Disclaimers: The entire Star Wars universe and any familiar characters in this fic do not belong to me. They belong to creators George Lucas and J.J. Abrams and all the wonderful people behind the scenes. The plot of this one-shot does belong to me though. I've also made slight changes to some of the territories to suit this fic.

I am not a rabid Star Wars fan to understand everything about that world. If there is anything here that contradicts the universe, I apologize. Sometimes plot bunnies just show up and make themselves known, and this is what came of two months of suffering through Reylo need. Ships and OTPs pop up out of nowhere and there was no way I was expecting this one. But I'm glad it came along. It's been awhile since I've written fanfic and I have missed it.

I always welcome good-natured comments and constructive criticism but nothing else.

I will probably make a soundtrack to this fic seeing as how I had numerous songs on a playlist as I wrote this so expect that on 8tracks at some point. If you're interested, just check up on my profile. I will start listing updates again. I generally make soundtracks to fics I write so this will not be, in any way, an exception.

Title: Emergence

Main Characters/Main Pairing (if any): Kylo Ren/Ben Solo & Rey (Reylo)

Rating: T and then M in later chapters

Spoilers/Timeline: Just to be on the safe side, all of the Star Wars movies including The Force Awakens. This fic takes place after the events in the The Force Awakens.

Author: Tasogareban/DayZeeChayn, both at tumblr. Tas is the main account but DayZee is my shipping blog because I'm a mess and I need an outlet.

Summary: His voice came feverishly, deep with his need for her and she found herself set aflame, desirable yet again. Beautiful. He wanted her, craved her as much as she now did him. But he was coming apart at the seams and the early stages of his exquisite shattering were beginning to reverberate throughout the First Order like an earthquake. His tremors were palpable from where she resided and she felt almost proud that she could bring a man to his knees with hunger for her.


Emergence

Chapter One:

The first time she visited him, it was not deliberate.

Her training had been progressing at a snail's pace for nearly half a year but the things that she had learned had not prepared her to flock immediately to him. She had expected to learn the ways of the lightsaber, the significant things involved with the Force. But Luke Skywalker was nothing if not thorough. He had started off slow with her, almost tentatively in his training of her and they had progressed gradually. It had taken years, he had said, to train young padawans. And now she was his and she would be learning at an unbearably slow pace. Perhaps this was why there had been an academy, schooling.

This would not be a crash course, it seemed.

They had divided their time between the new Resistance base since D'Qar had been compromised, and Ahch-To, training in both territories regardless of location. Bringing Luke to leave the first Jedi temple had been easier than Rey had expected and she supposed it was because he had finally taken her on as his charge and understood her duties and allegiance now to the Resistance.

But one evening he had sat her down in the middle of her quarters on the base and had asked her to open her mind, to allow her thoughts to travel where they would, to allow them free reign. She believed he wanted to know where her mind would flock to, wanted to see what she held deep within herself. And she had allowed herself to roam liberally, to soar and then converge on one simple thought.

She had thought of darkness, had questioned why the pull was so strong for some. Why it was so strong for one person in particular. What had happened to turn him to the Dark side.

And then she had come face to face with him.

Or rather, face to mask. Even though everything had felt dreamlike and surreal, she'd been unable to suppress the horror that had streaked through her as she had opened her eyes and found herself standing in a brightly lit metallic hallway, directly in his path. Almost floating, she had attempted to scramble backward, away. But he had been stalking down the cold corridor, flanked by a small group of storm troopers and she had not been able to scurry out of the way fast enough.

He had passed right through her, an icy wind that had dragged a pained gasp out of her and had frozen her lungs solid. She was a ghost, only there in mind not body, but every part of her was suddenly on fire, so cold that she burned.

As he had phased through her, there had been an abrupt hitch in his step. She hadn't realized it for she had been stricken into stillness, her mental body somehow rigid, unable to inhale. A shuffle behind her had dimly alerted her to the fact that he had slowed, that he had sensed…something.

Her.

No. It wasn't possible. She should have been invisible and intangible. He wasn't supposed to know she was there at all.

And as she had finally managed to turn, slowly and shakily, he had continued down the corridor, a black shadow in tatters in a brightly lit hallway.

She had vanished away, a ghost on a breath of wind, watching him walk away and she had been relieved.


Preview:

A shield. He had used her as a shield, she thought dimly, before she suddenly couldn't think at all.