A/N: This is my very first Star Wars fanfic, so please be kind to it. I didn't really care if any of this made sense, in all honesty, as I was more worried about just writing writing and writing. So if you enjoy it, great. If not? Please don't bash it. Another thing, this story is consisted of chapters filled with small drabbles that just...I don't know...go together? Enjoy.

1: Ben

Her life had been plain living on the desert world of Jakku. It had consisted of nothing but sand, waiting, and struggling to get by. Takodana, with its lush green and vast views of water had only been but a tease.

Nothing could prepare Rey for the beauty she saw as Kylo Ren took off his mask and allowed her to view his black hair, warm brown eyes, pale face, and handsome, furious features.

She looked away soon after seeing him, ashamed of herself.

She was here to be tortured, not to make eyes at the enemy.

Rey felt desperate as she stood there, restless beside Finn as she stared out at the scene laid out before her.

Ren was handing something over to his father – they were too far away for her to even tell, but whatever it was, it was important.

Her heart raced in her ears as she wished she could just get down there and protect Han.

Rey knew deep inside that this was between Han and his son. She knew better than to interfere, no matter how badly she wanted to be down there.

Han took the item from Ren and rested it at his side, giving Rey view of what it was – Ren's lightsaber.

She held her breath. How is this possible?Rey thought as she stared out as Ren and Han were suddenly running from the little bridge they were on, running for safety, and possibly to help stop the attack so that the weapon was destroyed. She could sense the desperation in their steps.

"Han!" Rey called out to him. They slowed down for a bit and looked up at Rey and Finn. She looked over at Finn, who was dumfounded at what had just happened. Had Kylo Ren really given up? Had he finally given in to the Light and to the love his father was offering him?

After finding herself away from home, suddenly wielding the force, and surrounded by more friends than she ever had in her life was what made this moment so easy to be believed possible.

Ben was suspended from his lightsaber. Grounded, if one was being brutally honest.

Rey was there to witness his homecoming as Leia enveloped him in her arms and cried into his shoulder.

Ben's eyes were wet, but he never shed a tear.

Rey hadn't spoken to Ben since the interrogation moment back at Starkiller Base. And to be honest, she feared of lashing out at him for his monstrosity.

How dare he be here.

How dare his parents accept him back into their lives just like that, after all that he had done.

"You've been avoiding me." His deep voice wrapped around her and she had to remember how to breathe.

Keeping her mouth shut, she walked over and dumped her tray of half-eaten food.

Ben was blocking the exit, dressed in dark gray robes that was foreign from her being so used to seeing him in black. She avoided eye contact, in fear of him getting back inside her head, even though he could easily do so without eye contact.

She crossed her arms in front of her and her jaw visibly tightened. "Let me through," she barked.

"Not until you talk to me."

She huffed, looking up at him. Her hazel eyes were angry and his were too inviting for comfort.

"Han Solo says that once they bring Luke back here, you and I are to train together as his apprentices."

Rey scoffed at his face. "As if I'd agree to that."

That evening, Han and Leia had sat Rey down to talk to her about training to be a Jedi Knight under Luke, the catch being that she'd be training along side of Ben.

Rey hated to think that she might have hurt their feelings when she responded with, "He's still Kylo Ren to me," before she had stomped off to her quarters like a little hot-headed girl.