A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at Reylo fic, so be gentle with me. Hope you enjoy!

Holding Ben's hand was so different from holding Finn's.

Rey couldn't help but compare the two. After all, Finn had been the first human contact she'd ever had that didn't end in pain. He'd protected her; led her to safety; comforted her in her sadness and hurt. When they'd reunited after she escaped from Kylo Ren's interrogation chambers, his embrace had been the closest thing to home she could imagine. He was soft and warm and safe… all the things she'd never known until then.

But with Kylo R—no, not Kylo… Ben. With Ben, everything felt different. She'd never expected this to happen, nor had she truly understood what was happening until it was too late. They were in the middle before she realized they'd even begun. And now, after her experience in the pit, her heart felt tattered and torn. Perhaps she thought that his touch could heal her, in some small way.

She certainly couldn't talk to Luke about what she'd experienced. He would never understand why she'd gone there in the first place, and she realized now that he could not help her. This image she'd built up of him, kept in her mind as a sort of beacon, had been shattered on her first day upon this island. He'd done nothing but discourage her, and had even gone so far as to outright fear her… No… Luke could not help her.

The only other person who might be able to was sitting across from her now, dark eyes burning into her like the flames in between them. It had taken more than she thought she possessed to open up to him, to recount her experience in the mirror. She'd been so sure that she'd find out the truth of her parents if she searched the darkness for answers. But it had only left her feeling lonelier than she ever had. She saw that same loneliness reflected in Ben's eyes, yearning for someone to ease the pain, erase the anguish he'd suffered under for so long.

Did she have it in her to be the one to take away his pain? She wasn't even capable of erasing her own pain; how could she take on his too?

"You're not alone," he suddenly said, his voice soft and reassuring. She fixed her dark eyes on him, searching his face in vain for some hint of the thoughts roiling underneath the surface.

But she couldn't find it, not like this. Rey didn't know why the Force was connecting them in this way, over hundreds of parsecs and in spite of their fundamental differences. But the distance and the juxtaposition seemed to melt away as she gazed at him.

"Neither are you," she breathed, feeling a strange tingling in the palm of her right hand. A surge of overwhelming desire to just… feel him washed over her. "It isn't too late." It seemed as if her hand moved of its own volition, extending towards him slowly. She was only the slightest bit hurt when he didn't move to meet her right away. But she witnessed something shift in his eyes, and she suddenly saw his naked hand moving towards her. It didn't escape her notice that his glove was gone.

A million seconds seem to pass as they hurtled towards one another, two planets, once spinning independently but now drawn together through the sheer force of gravity. Her breath seemed to come a little heavier, and required just a bit more effort than normal. A weight seemed to settle on her chest, so heavy that she almost drew back. But there was no stopping now; she needed to touch him, if only to confirm her own suspicions.

Was it really not too late to save Ben Solo?

The moment their fingers touched, it felt as though a bolt of lightning pierced through her, firing through her blood and charging her nerves with energy. The hollow pit in her stomach was suddenly filled, overflowing and saturating her broken heart. A small gasp escaped her throat as she moved her hand further forward, grasping at his palm and wrapping her fingers around his wrist.

His fingers felt rough against her skin, likely from callouses built up under relentless practicing with his saber. But it wasn't uncomfortable; not in the slightest. His skin was warm, but it was a different kind of warmth than what she'd experienced with Finn. Whereas Finn's warmth had been full of comfort and safety, Ben felt like he might ignite her body at any moment by sheer force of will. It was a heat she was inexplicably drawn to, whether it be to her detriment or not.

True to fashion, his features were nearly unreadable. His face seemed, to her, resolute. But there was something in his eyes, something Rey had never seen before. Was it possible he felt this same pull? The Force drawing them together until she wasn't sure which thoughts were his and which were her own? Her heart told her that he could feel it, even if his face refused to admit it.

Rey saw him then, as he once was: an eager, albeit serious, boy with a desire to absorb as much knowledge as he could. Dark eyes wide with wonder, hands outstretched towards some hazy distance. Then the image shimmered and melded into something else. He appeared as hid did right now, but somehow… off.

Though his features were still stern and his eyes were still filled with pain, he was smiling; a true, joy-filled smile. Gone were his dark robes, replaced with a light tunic the color of sand. The space around him was bright and clear; he stood against a dawn-pink sky on what appeared to be a rocky outcropping. Was this the island on Ahch-to? Rey couldn't be sure, but it seemed somehow familiar.

He was looking down at something—no… not something… someone. A girl, shorter than him with shoulder-length dark hair and wrapped up in his arms. Her back was facing Rey, yet she would know her anywhere. But how was she seeing herself? Was this a vision of some sort? A cruel, teasing taste of a life that could have been? Or maybe… Of course…

It was disconcerting, witnessing her own future. Of all the strange things she'd experienced over the last few months, nothing like this had ever happened to her. But what was more disconcerting than that, was that Ben featured prominently in the life that was to come.

Rey watched, mouth hung slightly agape, as he ducked his head down to kiss her, soft and gentle. Her lips began tingling, as though he really was kissing her. That same warmth she'd felt upon first touching him seemed to spread over her entire body. Ben inhaled deeply as she pressed against him, deepening the kiss and tightening his hold. Her chest tightened involuntarily, and that same electric force buzzed all around her.

Was Ben seeing this too? Were these his desires, or hers? There was no way to tell, and before she could try to process what she'd just seen, a furious scream ripped through the night. The stones of her hut fell down around her as she jerked her hand away from Ben, looking over to find Luke standing where her doorway had once been, chest heaving in anger.

There would be time for dissecting her vision later. Right now, her anger was overwhelming her, propelling her to her feet to confront the man she'd once thought would be the hero of the galaxy. Rey was beginning to think that the hero she'd been searching for was the lonely boy who'd just held her hand and set her world on fire.

That's all for now! Please review and let me know what you thought! :D