Author's note:

Okay, so I haven't uploaded in a while, but now I am back finally with my first story outside of the Harry Potter universe. Another universe that I love is Star Wars, and with the DVD/Blu Ray release of TFA very recently it's been occupying my mind a lot. I love Star Wars, and while I was skeptical to the new film back in december because of Disney and everything I must say I really liked it, and it's just become even better the more I watch it. There was one character in particular that caught my interest, an extremely well written character with lots of conflict inside - Kylo Ren.

Then I stumbled upon Courtoon's theory on Youtube (/b-eFFvKqbM0) which was a very interesting perspective and which inspired me to write this story. The story in itself is mine as far as fanfiction goes, because I wrote it. All canon characters belong to Disney/Lucasfilm.

I appreciate all kinds of constructive feedback. I only publish my works because I want to learn from it and get better. English is not my first language so I aplogize in advance for any mistakes. Fell free to correct me anytime.

And also, a final thing. This story includes things that are both canon at present and things that are now known as legends within the SW-universe. I will be honest and say I don't even know a small portion of the entire EU. I try to do at least the most essential research but sometimes things might also be completey made up as I go along, because I haven't found an explanation for something or I don't know what to do with it or how to interpret. Bear with me on that, please.

Now, on to the story...

"Ben!", a small voice called out with all its power the same second I entered the academy. A tiny being ran towards me and jumped up into my arms. "I missed you, Ben", she said. I laughed and brushed some of her hair away from her eyes. "I missed you too, little one. What have you been up to?"

"Master Luke has been teaching us.. medication", she said proudly. She made me laugh yet again. "Medication you say? Are you sure you don't mean meditation?"

"That's what I said", Rey argued and made a movement to get back on the floor, so I sat her down. There was no point arguing with her, I knew that was a battle I could never win. She had a real mind of her own that tiny little being.

"I have a new doll", she said and grabbed my hand. "Your father gave it to me. You father's very nice. It's a pilot doll, with a rebel suit. It is orange, like the one master Luke used once in the war. It's very cool. Do you want to see it?" She was so excited about finally getting to show me her new doll that she had not taken one breath when she told me about it.

"I would love to, Rey, but I do need to speak some words with Luke first. I'll come and see you afterwards, okay?" Her excited little face took a disappointed turn and she looked down on my shoes. I sunk down to her level. It hurt me to see her disappointed in me. I never wanted her to be disappointed in me. She was like the sister I never had and I wanted her to be happy, always. "I'll hurry." I whispered before standing up.

I had promised I would report to Luke how my first mission, accompanying mother on one of her diplomatic trips, went. I had not been the main source of protection for her obviously, since I was far from completely trained, but Luke had said it could be a good experience for me to come along and see how a guard duty was laid out, because I wanted to specify my jedi training to go into idividual protection.

When I approached uncle Luke's door to the office I found that it was opened just a tiny crack. I recognized my father's voice in there as well as Luke's. I heard him tell my father something about "She has twenty six thousand of them. The highest known count before her was twenty thousand, and you know who that was and how that went." I could not for the world figure out what that meant, and even though I was a curious being for sure, I knew better than to eavesdrop on a jedi master who knew my presence before I even made it known.

"Hello Ben", he called from the room, and I opened the small crack completely and walked in to my uncle's office. "Hi son", dad said with his trademark crooked smile and waved. "How was the trip? How's your mother?" Uncle Luke put a hand on my shoulder as a greeting, but dad did not. He never did things like that. While mother could be affectionate and hugging me a little more than I would prefer sometimes, dad was the exact opposite. He never showed me any kind of physical appreciation. No pats on the shoulder, never hugs. Not that I cared… but still. He only had one son after all. I bet he would not even notice if I disappeared. Well… neither of them would, I suppose. I hardly ever saw them anymore since they sent me off to this academy to train with Luke. Today had been a very rare occurrence. I sighed inwardly but smiled on the outside.

"Mom is just fine, and it seems like her mission was successful. They were very open to the possibility of joining the new republic, and some negotiations were held and are expected in the capital next month for further discussions." I said indifferently. It was not really my business to figure out what diplomatic discussions were about. I had been there to watch my mother's bodyguard's work. "She is in quite a hurry back though, to report to the senate. She is waiting in the Falcon, so you should probably go to her." I told my father. He nodded, tousled my hair qickly and said "Bye, kid" before he left to go back home to Coruscant.

"And how was your part of the trip?" Luke persisted. "It was fruitful. The guard's gave me a lot of strategies and practical tips. That combined with force sensitivity might actually make something good eventually," I said. "I hope", I added.

My uncle smiled calmly. "Excellent, that is just what I wanted to hear. All gained experiences will help you in the future, you know that." I nodded. "You may go now, enjoy your day off. You training continue at seven o'clock tomorrow morning." He said and sat down looking at a few documents on his desk.

Just before I turned to leave I stopped in my tracks, remembering the small piece of a conversation I had overheard. "Uncle, may I ask…" I started. He raised his hand and only said "Don't." Of course he knew what occupied my mind at that particular moment. "Whatever it is, it's about Rey, right?" I continued. "I can sense it."

My uncle looked up at me from where he sat, scanning my face. "You are indeed very strong with the force, Ben, if you can sense who it is about without even knowing what it is about."

"I can sense it every time Rey is at any sort of risk or when she is sad. I don't know why, it's just something there. I can't quite put my finger on it." This apparently shocked the jedi master who always carried his calm around him.

"Is that true?" he asked, carrying a contemplating expression on his face. "That usually happens to force sensitive individuals with some kind of connection between them, like a family relationship or between a jedi-master and padawan. In a few rare cases it's happened between individuals where both are particularly strong with the force. Perhaps that is what has happened between the two of you. I will look into it," he concluded and returned to his documents. I took that as my cue to leave. I found myself being disappointed in how he had nudged away the subject that I had really wanted to ask him about.

I went out into the corridor, with my head spinning from what I had learned during my conversation with Luke. It was not just a weird coincidence that I always managed to know when Rey was sad or hurt. There might actually be something more going on. I realized the conversation had taken longer than I had planned. I had a girl to visit and a doll to see. I increased the pace.