SPOILER ALERT! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN "THE FORCE AWAKENS!"

Ben Solo was sitting cross-legged on the brown rug in his room, a fork he had stolen from the kitchen curled in his little hand. His dark brow was furrowed as he stared at it with intense blue eyes. His eyes narrowed. Maybe it was a concentration thing? He just had to focus more.

Ever since his Uncle Luke had visited, Ben had become fascinated with something that the man had referred to as the Force. It was basically magic! Luke could lift and move things without even touching them. He didn't do it much, claiming that it wasn't the Jedi way—Jedi was always what the man always called himself, maybe it was the type of magician he was—but when he did, Ben took notice. He had immediately ran up to his uncle and begged to learn. But the man had just laughed and ruffled his hair. "Someday, Ben, I promise," he had chuckled. "I can tell you'll be good at it. When you're older and ready, I'll be more than happy to teach you everything I know."

But Ben didn't want to wait until he was older. He had never been the most patient child. He had decided he would teach himself. He just hadn't anticipated it being this difficult. Getting frustrated, he set the fork down and stood up. Smoothing out the jacket he was wearing, he couldn't help but smile. It was an exact replica of one that his dad used to wear when he was a part of the Rebellion. When his mother had bought it for him, he had been happier than he had ever been. He was practically bursting with pride when his dad smiled fondly, straightening the collar on his own jacket.

"You look like a real winner, kid," he had praised.

Ever since he had gotten it, he had only taken it off when his mom made him. He loved it. He wanted to be just like his dad when he grew up, and this was the first step. Looking around his room, Ben could clearly see elements of both of his parents. Toy ships seem to sit on every surface. He had a couple shelves full of them, and there were also a couple on his bed. That was clearly his father's influence. His dad was a pilot. One of the best. But his wallpaper was adorned with the forests of Endor. There were pictures of different planets on his walls, each labeled in perfect handwriting. A mobile from several years ago hung from the middle of the room. It was a replica of Alderaan's star system. His mom's home planet, before if had been destroyed. All of that just sang of his mother.

Ben bent over and picked up the fork. He took a deep breath and walked over to his twin-sized bed. He adjusted into his cross-legged position, wrinkling his blue comforter. He held the fork in front of his eyes and stared at it. He did his best to imagine it twisting and turning, concentrating on getting the actual utensil to do the same thing. Nothing happened. Biting his lip, he tried thinking the command over and over again. "Bend, bend, bend, bend," he repeated mentally.

The fork shone back at him, reflecting one of his blue eyes. He watched it narrow with his frustration. He could feel his face warm. He felt as if the stupid hunk of silver was mocking him. "Bend, you dumb fork!" he told it, aloud this time.

It didn't seem to care. The stubborn piece of cutlery just stood ramrod straight, unmoving. He was getting truly angry now. This would've been child's play for his Uncle Luke, why couldn't he do it? His uncle had said that he would be good at it, why had he lied to him? Did he want him to make a fool of himself?

The six-year-old couldn't stop himself. "BEND!" he shouted, his anger flaring up.

His rage roared within him, seeming to flow out of him. It entered the air and for a second, it was as if he was enveloped in a bubble of his own fury. But it didn't stop there. The bubble turned to red hot steel. He was almost crushed under the weight of his sheer frustration. However, it didn't stay on him. The molten steel seemed to shift, all falling upon the fork. The utensil seemed to scream. It twisted, writhing in what almost looked like pain. It curled into a perfect spiral. The rage evaporated, replaced by amazement.

Surprisingly, Ben didn't feel drained. He felt... powerful. He had done it. He had moved the fork with nothing but his mind. He had used the Force! Just like his Uncle!

Fork in hand, he threw the door open and ran out down the hall. He found his mom sitting up at their counter, reading something. Her brow was furrowed, and there was a small frown on her face. She looked up as he entered the room, and smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hi Ben," she greeted. "Is something wrong, sweetheart?"

He waved the fork at her. "Mom! Mom, mom, look!"

Her eyes widened. "Did you do that?"

"Yes! I did it! I did it with my mind! Just like Uncle Luke!"

"What? How did you do that?" she asked, a note of pride in her voice. Her smile seemed real now, as she set down the paper and walked over to see him.

He tried to remember. "I, I just, I, I..."

"Calm down, Ben," she laughed.

He nodded. "I just got really angry at it, I guess, mom, but it was so cool! I felt it bend! With my mind!"

"You got angry at it?" the smile fell from her face. Alarm entered her eyes.

"Yeah," he answered, confused now. He stopped grinning too. "But mom, I did it with my mind. I used the Force, just like Uncle Luke," he reasserted.

She seemed distracted now. "Ben," she took the fork from him, making him frown. "Can you show me?" she moved across the kitchen and grabbed another fork from the silverware drawer. "Here."

He looked at her suspiciously, but nodded. Focusing on it, he tried to do what he'd done last time. The result was much faster this time. He let his anger build, and this time, he didn't even need to say it aloud. His fury rose up and bent the fork without as much effort as last time. His mom gasped.

"Ben, no!" she exclaimed, sounding panicked. She practically snatched it away.

Hurt, his eyes widened. "Why did you do that?"

"Oh, Ben..." she set the fork down and came forward and hugged him tightly. "You can't use the Force like that, honey. I know you don't understand, but you just can't do that anymore okay? Using the Force when you're angry is dangerous."

"But that's what Uncle Luke does," he sniffed.

"No, your uncle uses peace and calm to move do what he does. Not anger and frustration."

He looked at her with sad eyes. "I don't understand." His lip quivered, a sure sign that he was going to start crying. "Why does it matter if I'm mad?"

She opened her mouth to try to answer again, but that was when his dad entered the room. The man saw them and immediately stopped. "What's going on? Why is Ben crying? What'd you do, Leia?"

"Han!" she protested, turning to glower at her husband. "This is serious. Ben was using the Force."

"Well, I guess you win that one, then. He does take after your side of the family. I mean, yeah, the Skywalkers are insane, but is that really worth crying about? Luke does the Force thing, and he's not that bad."

"Han!" she chided again. "He bend that fork," she explained, pointing at the counter. "With his anger."

"Oh," Han's manner changed a little. "Well..." he came forward and looked at his son. "He didn't know, Leia. You can't be too hard on him. How about this, kid?" he bent down and grinned at his son. "You don't try to use the Force anymore, and I'll take you for a ride in the Falcon."

"Han! You can't just take him for joyrides in that piece of junk every time he gets upset!"

He chuckled. "Sure I can. Can't I, Ben?"

The little raven-haired boy had perked up almost immediately at the mention of his dad's ship. "Yeah!" he cheered.

"Han!" Leia put her hands on her hips, a serious look on her gentle face.

He rolled his eyes. "You say my name like it's a curse word, Leia. Relax! The kid loves it. Let's go, Ben. If you want, I'll let you sit co-pilot with Uncle Chewie."

"You're going to call Uncle Chewie?" Ben exclaimed excitedly.

"I still can't believe you insist on having him call that furball 'uncle,'" the woman murmured, tucking a strand of loose hair back into her messy bun.

"If Luke can be an uncle, then so can Chewie," Han retorted.

Leia scoffed. "Luke is actually my brother!"

"Yeah, yeah," Ben's father dismissed her, taking his son by the shoulder. "Come on, Ben!"

The little boy was glowing. "Bye mom!" he said enthusiastically.

She couldn't stay angry at him. She just sighed. "Fine. But I swear, Han, if you get him any sort of dessert while you two are out, there will be hell to pay!"

"Love you too, Princess," he smirked, though she had long-since lost the title of Princess.

She rolled her eyes but gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Ben smiled. It wasn't every day he got to ride on the Falcon. He boarded the ship eagerly, the events with the fork long forgotten.

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoyed that. I fell in love with "The Force Awakens," and I just knew I had to write something about it. I found Kylo Ren to be the most intriguing character, so when I came up with an idea, I ran with it. This is the first Star Wars story I've written for Fanfiction, so I was a little nervous to publish it, but I think I'm pretty happy with the result. I haven't decided whether to leave it at a one shot, or turn it into a full story. Anyways though, please leave a review and tell me what you think!