The Other Woman

Summary: During her duel with Kylo Ren, Rey is transported in time, meeting with a young Princess Leia and Han Solo. She will be brought to a time of light and happiness; at the calm before the storm, and she will be the one to bring down their peace, as she falls in love with the young man she had recently witnessed being murdered. Time travel AU.

Author's Notes: Just a warning, the past Rey is about to fall into is very, very AU!

Very adult and perhaps dark themes ahead. The past in which the story will unfold is about three years after the Battle of Endor, and that's all I'll say for now.

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"You need a teacher!" Kylo Ren cried, breathing hard against Rey's cold face, his lightsaber clashing against the one on the girl's hands. "I can show you the ways of the Force!"

His words took only a few seconds, before bringing the change in Rey. "The Force?" she said, not really questioning Kylo, but herself.

The Force?

She focused, closed her eyes, and felt as the Light covered her entire being, running its course through every part of her. She glanced at Kylo, determinately; she closed her eyes, feeling a new sense of power; she was ready to make her next attack when—

In the blink of an eye, she felt and saw the world around her change.

Instead of the snowy nightmare in which she had been seconds ago, she found herself in a large garden; where there was a clean air playing with her hair; a beautiful scent covering her nose, the scent only recently watered flowers could give. She looked up, and saw the most beautiful and clear sky she had ever seen.

There was not a cloud in sight, just that dreamy blue that instantly gave her troubled mind an ounce of peace.

She gave a few steps, but stopped, when a few meters away, she could see a grand pavilion, brilliantly built, a sight of classical architecture she was not familiar with.

Rey could see that on each side, the place had stone hallways that connected to the great palace behind it. It had trees at every corner, and unfamiliar flowers gracing every wall. At the center of it all, there was a fountain, and its water was so clear it looked transparent. It had a grey-stone statue of a woman, one whom Rey couldn't recognize, yet she could tell, the woman after which the statue was carved, was beyond beautiful.

Rey entered the pavilion, slowly and almost hiding. She felt her heart stop when she saw she was now not alone. There was another woman with her.

Rey gasped and backed away, but relaxed somewhat when the other woman didn't say anything, she didn't even acknowledge her—in fact, it looked like she was unaware of the fact that she was being watched.

The woman was sitting in front of a beautiful crystal table, she had her back on Rey, and she had her eyes closed. She was breathing very steadily, calmly, so at ease…

Rey hid behind a tree, never losing track of the woman's actions.

Rey also noticed, at least from behind, that the woman was very much a beauty. She had long brown curls falling free down her back. A very slim, yet very feminine figure; she was wearing what Rey assumed could be called a summer dress, short, colorful and pretty. Rey felt a sudden curiosity to see the woman's face, wondering if the face matched her back in beauty.

A few more moments then passed, when Rey saw a shadow pass her by, without noticing her. When Rey looked out from her hiding place, she realized the shadow was actually a man, and he had gone after the woman.

Rey's first heroic impulse was to reach for the lightsaber she still had in her hands, and go after the woman's aid; but she quickly realized the woman was not in danger, and the man was doing anything but attacking her.

Rey saw, somehow fascinated, as the woman's feet no longer touched the ground; she was lifted and spun around the air; and on her petite waistline, the man had put his big hands, clasping her tightly, pressing her against his own strong body. The woman seemed more that okay with his actions, Rey noted, as she almost instantly threw her arms around his neck, and before long, her lips met with the man's mouth. Rey had never seen such a display of affection, of passion… of love.

The man, without putting his woman on the floor, pushed her back, till she was resting on a hard wall, completely prisoner of the man's will—and she seemed more than okay with it. Rey was growing incredibly nervous, and red, as she heard the woman started moaning.

"What the hell took you so long?" the woman cried, catching her breath and roughly pulling at the man's hair.

"You know how it is, Sweetheart," he muttered, barely disguising his need and urgency to have her lips back on his, settling with running his hands across the woman's body, which caused Rey to hide again behind the tree and shadows, more confused than ever.

"You know," the woman pulled her face from his again, causing him to groan loudly. "I—I was meditating."

"Uh? Good for you, I guess," he said, seemingly uncaring and more enticed than ever, pressing her so roughly and tightly, Rey was sure the woman's screams had a little bit of hurt amidst her pleasure.

"Y—you interrupted me," again she tried to speak.

"I think you're the one who's doing that," he said, half amused, half annoyed.

"I'm serious, Han! I was feeling something—"

"You're gonna feel something now," he said slowly and seductively, ripping her dress on the top so that her breast were unconcealed, almost fully exposed to his pleasure.

"I swear!" she didn't give up on the conversation. "I felt a presence. I thought someone was coming to me."

"Someone was," he whispered, kissing her neck, descending till he buried his face on her large feminine breast. "Me, Leia."

She repressed the moan his lips and tongue on her bared skin caused, and finally, she managed to break free from his grasp, putting a slight distance between them, which provoked him more than anything. He stared at her, his eyes pretty much begging for her, but she remained strong and stood her ground.

"I know it wasn't you, Han," Princess Leia said, confidently. "I could never mistake your presence for any other," she grabbed his hand and smiled softly, but only for a second before gaining a curious countenance. "I mean I did feel your approach, but there was someone else…"

Rey backed away and realized she hadn't more space to hide. Her respiration grew loud and nervous.

Leia took a few steps, before moving her brown eyes in the direction Rey was in. Han was starting to take her more seriously. "I think…" Leia muttered but silenced herself in time. Han nodded in understanding, and he walked towards the place Leia's eyes gazed upon so sternly.

Leia tried to walk with him, but Han stopped her with a jealous gesture, pointing a decisive finger that to anyone else would look commanding, Leia could tell it was pleading. She obliged him.

Rey hadn't even the time to react, in a matter of seconds, the man grabbed her arm, pulling her harshly, bringing her to the floor.

Rey called the lightsaber that she had dropped to her hand, but was stunned when instead, the woman grabbed it in her small white hand.

Rey should've probably focused on finding a way to get out of that odd and awkward situation, but instead, she looked, at last, at the woman's face. Finally easing her curiosity.

The woman had a face as pleasant as her body, Rey thought. Her features were soft and sweet, her skin was porcelain white, smooth and lovely. Rosy cheeks; sweet and large brown eyes. A stunning and pleasant beauty. Yet the gest on her face was anything but.

Leia ignited the Jedi weapon and pointed it at Rey's face.

"Who are you?" Princess Leia asked, narrowing her eyes, not seemingly trying to threaten Rey, but very curious about her.

"She's just a child," Han said, shrugging his shoulders. "Probably a fan of yours, Princess. Hey, girl," he said, looking sternly at Rey. "How did you break into the Palace? I am not even mad, that's kind of impressive. How'd you get past the guards?"

Rey swallowed and she closed her eyes, tightly; but even with that action, tears escaped her eyes. It was him! It was Han Solo! She was so overcome with happiness at seeing him alive, after so recently watching him being so horribly murdered, that her fear evaporated, as even a great smile graced her young face.

"Han Solo!" she exclaimed, unable of stopping herself.

Han backed away, hating the fact that she caught him off-guard; but he quickly recovered. "Uh? Guess I was wrong," he said, in an arrogant voice. "Maybe she's a fan of me?" he smiled at Leia, knowing he had annoyed his wife, something he still loved to do after so many years.

"Yeah, right," Leia said, sarcastically. "You still haven't answered my question," she looked down at Rey. "Who are you? Where did you get a lightsaber? Did Luke send you?"

Rey felt turmoil in her mind. "Luke Skywalker…" she muttered, shaking her head. "Luke Skywalker!"

Han lost all signs of amusement. "Do you know him?" he asked.

"No," Rey quickly said.

"Alright," Leia put away the Skywalker lightsaber; she got on her knees for a second, only to reach Rey, before grabbing the girl's blouse and forcing her to stand up. "You have drained the little patience I have for intruders in my home. What is your name?" she pressed, squeezing Rey's arm.

"Rey," she at last answered.

"Good," Leia let go of her, causing her to fall back. Rey would've landed on the floor, if it weren't for Han, who quickly ran to her aid.

As she fell into his arms, Rey felt a new sensation attack her, savagely. Making her tremble and blush; she instantly distanced herself from the man she for a short time saw as a father figure.

"Where did you get a lightsaber?" The princess asked again.

"I just…" Rey muttered. "I found it."

"It's not yours?" Leia asked.

"No."

"Whose is it?"

Rey took a deep breath. "Luke Skywalker," she saw the princess's eyes grew wide. "And his father's…"

"Anakin…" Leia interrupted and muttered.

Now it looked like the she was the one who was going to fall. Han quickly ran and gave her his strong arms as support.

"Where's Luke?" Leia asked at her husband's ear.

"In the Capital, I think," he said, softly.

"Contact him immediately!"

"Alright, calm down!"

"You!" she turned her attention on Rey again. "Rey, isn't it? You have many things to explain!"

Rey nodded. "As you do," she said, boldly.

Leia's eyes were fiery. "Han, on second thought—you take her into the Palace. Make sure she doesn't escape. I am gonna contact Luke."

"As you wish," Han said, looking bothered by her harsh tone of command.

"Come on, Rey," he gave her a little push, again his touch made her cheeks turn crimson.

As she left the pavilion escorted by the young Han Solo, passing by some secret passage, Rey turned her glance slightly towards the woman—the princess, they left behind. Leia paced around the center of the beautiful place, looking endlessly at the Skywalker lightsaber. Within herself, Rey could feel the conflict and fear the princess was feeling. But the angst departed Rey quickly, as she looked at the man by her side.

She had never imagined Han Solo was such a good looking man… so handsome, brave and strong-looking…

As much as she tried, Rey couldn't help but to think about his older self. Just as brave and strong, but grey and aged.

She definitely preferred his younger self—her mind told her that was wrong, as this young one didn't know or cared about her, while the older one had acted almost like a father towards her.

Her mind fought the thought, but lost as her heart and hormones took control.