Author's Note: Hey y'all! So… this is really intimidating. I'm writing my first Star Wars fanfic and honestly, I'm absolutely terrified. Star Wars is really special to me and I stayed clear of doing one of these because I just didn't know how to write anything with the stories or characters. After The Force Awakens came out, I began shuffling ideas and thinking maybe it was possible. Now, with it finally coming out I decided to submit the first chapter and see where it goes!

I'm changing a lot of stuff from TFA and adding things, since this is semi-AU and there's an OC. Hopefully it works! There will also be "flashbacks" which will be italicized or there will be a little note that tells you right before it so… look for that.

If this is a complete failure, I'll head back to my other fanfics sooner than planned.

So please, let me know what you think and… um… yeah. That's it I guess!

Read, Review and above all… Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own my OC and maybe random characters I make up. Other than that, they're all part of the Star Wars story and I'm not worthy and junk.


Jakku

'Another hot and humid day…' She thought; standing outside her hut with one hand shielding her eyes just enough to take a look at the already woken settlement. She woke much later this morning than she would have liked. Normally, her work would have been completed way before the sun even kissed the sky just to avoid working too long in the sun. Well, that would not be the case today for Sans Novafall.

With a final huff, she pulled back her long, wavy red hair with a leather tie and adjusted her tattered, sand colored overtunic and headed towards the larger hut at the end of the settlement. As she walked, Sans greeted any settler of Tuanul she passed, like she would do every morning for approximately eleven years now.

At first, many feared her or kept their distance; Sans had a gift. An unusual gift that even though the settlers of Tuanul welcomed, they still were leery. Sans didn't exactly blame them either, especially with the way the galaxy had drastically changed within thirty years. The good never seemed to stay long, and as she had heard many times before, Light most definitely could not exist without the Dark. It was happening all over again. History always repeated itself.

Luckily for Sans, Tuanul was in the middle of nowhere and far from the biggest battle of them all between The Resistance and The First Order. A fight she didn't want to be a part of, ever. She was hiding and with good reason. Tuanul was protecting her secret.

Sans entered the larger hut at the end of the settlement, cautiously walking in and standing by the door. "You're late." His voice carried through the hut as he made his way towards the door.

"I overslept." She said apologetically, nodding her head in somewhat shame.

He smiled sympathetically, the wrinkles around his eyes becoming more dramatic with the movement of his lips. "It's excusable, especially if you've slept well."

"There's a first for time for everything." Sans replied, looking up at the man who took her in. Lor San Tekka was an elderly man and the leader of the Church of the Force, the main idea behind the settlement of Tuanul. While Lor San Tekka was not force sensitive, he truly believed in the Jedi Order and that someday the Force would return triumphantly. That was a big part of why he brought Sans here after finding her eleven years ago in the most unfortunate of circumstances. The day everything changed. "No nightmares then?" He asked cautiously but with loving concern for the only Jedi in the settlement. Sans just shook her head dismissively. Maybe eleven was the magic number, eleven years of chaos finally paying off. "You wouldn't tell me if you did." He said with a knowing smile.

Sans changed the subject with a teasing tone. "What are we up to today, old man?"

Lor San Tekka chuckled. "We have a woman, Mare Feska, she's been complaining of a very strong headache for a few days. Do you think you can help?"

"I can try." She said.

He smiled knowingly. "You know the old saying about trying. Do or do not?"

"That's a Jedi saying." She said nonchalantly.

"And are you not a Jedi, Sans Novafall?"

With a sad smile, she turned on her heels and began to leave. "Not anymore." She muttered under her breath and headed for the hut where Mare Feska resided.


Mare Feska was an elderly woman, her face adorned many wrinkles from smiling for ages. At least, that's what she would tell everyone. However, she smiled a little less each day due to the pounding headache. It was something that came after a sandstorm blew through Tuanul, Mare was unfortunately outside trying to get to her hut when something rather large had hit her in the head. The headaches began shortly after and had not subsided for days now.

With a welcoming smile, Mare let Sans into her home. "Sans, it's good to see you." She said with a small smile.

"I hear you're suffering from headaches, Mare?" Sans asked politely as Mare pointed to the small pillow of the floor for her to sit. Sans obliged, sitting on the floor.

"I was hit in the head by debris from the sand storm the other day." Mare explained. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Sans declined as Mare carefully sat down on the pillow opposite of Sans. "I would have kept ignoring it but Lor San Tekka is very persistent about your abilities." She said with a chuckle.

Sans grimaced. "He's persistent with a lot of things." She leaned forward, slowly raising her hand to a few inches from Mare's head. "I'm going to try to heal the pain, it sounds like you have a concussion. Try to stay still." Mare hummed in reply as Sans closed her eyes and began to focus. She could feel pressure in the older woman's mind; pain. Something like this was little pressure on her body as she began to heal the woman. Sans had felt worse pressure once, but, that was a long time ago. This pain she was taking from Mare was nothing compared to the pain she had felt in the mind of another.

Shaking the thought from her mind, Sans inhaled deeply, finishing up with her natural ability of Force Healing and slowly lowered her hand. Mare let out a sigh of relief, the pain in her head had subsided. "You, my dear, have a gift." She chuckled, her smile widening.

Sans couldn't help but reciprocate the smile. "How do you feel?"

"Much better, child." She said. "I feel like dancing!"

Sans laughed. "Let's take it slow, Mare."

Mare nodded, her smile fading slightly as she examined Sans. "We believe in the Force here. We believe in what the Jedi were doing." She began to say. "Don't ever doubt that you are very much needed here. What you can do; what you were trained to do. It's a blessing. I believe the Jedi will have their day once more."

Sans broke eye contact as she looked down at her hands. "It's a nice thought, Mare." She said quietly before looking back at the elderly woman.

"Good always wins, Sans. Don't ever forget that there is good in everything. I may not be Force sensitive but, I can feel it."

Sans forced a smile as she began to stand. "It's always good to believe in something." She said, trying to end the conversation as Mare Feska thanked her once more. Sans left with a bad taste in her mouth knowing Mare Feska believed in something she had let go of eleven years ago.


Twelve Years Earlier…

Nervous wasn't the right for it; terrified maybe, but nervous didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what seventeen year old Sans Novafall was feeling the day she got off the shuttle. She had been found a few weeks earlier by the infamous Luke Skywalker. The Force had called them together for their first meeting on her home planet of New Apsolon. When he explained to her that she had a gift, Sans rejected it; naturally. Granted, being able to heal people wasn't exactly normal. Yet, being Force Sensitive seemed more unlikely for some reason to Sans.

Yet Luke Skywalker was very convincing. He was also the first warm and smiling presence she had encountered in a while. He made her feel safe and not so alone anymore. He offered to train her the ways of The Force along with his other recruits for the New Jedi Order. Sans Novafall would become a Jedi. If only her Father could see her now.

That's right, her Father. The man who raised her and took care of her until three years earlier when he was killed by a Bounty Hunter. He wasn't exactly the target, just collateral. Everything changed that day for Sans, especially when finding out how limited her healing powers really were. Sure, she could heal the biggest and worst case type wounds but, death? That was something even Sans couldn't fix. With the promise of becoming one with the Force and her powers, Sans suddenly became determined to expand her healing gifts. Maybe, just maybe she could save someone from dying. It was a long shot but one she was determined to try.

Luke Skywalker gave Sans a reassuring smile as they walked towards the Academy. It was an older building, some parts falling apart. That didn't take from its charm. "We have over twenty Jedi Apprentices now." He began. "All learning the ways of the Force, like you. All at different levels of their training. You will fit in here, I have no doubts." Then again, how could she doubt the legendary Skywalker? His family was famous even throughout such a big and vast galaxy.

The two walked side by side, Luke explaining a few areas to Sans as they headed for the main training hall. The vast hall was enormous with a dome ceiling with some broken glass panes; the sun shining through. It was then Sans realized there was a small crowd gathered in a circle at the center, some cheering at the grunting and yelling of two individuals in the center. She could see two people fighting, a younger male with shaggy, dark brown hair. The other, an unnaturally tale male Aleena. The two were fighting with staffs; clashing and hitting. The younger male, he was good. He was very good. His movements were swift and flawless, from the moments Sans saw him; she felt something. There was an energy coming from him that she had never felt before. It was intimidating to say the least.

The younger male tripped the Aleena, knocking him on the ground and pointing his staff at him. The small crowd clapped in response to this seemingly flawless victory. Luke spoke then. "Excellent, Ben." The crowd shifted, turning their attention and bowing their heads slightly at the sight of Luke. Play time was over and soon they dispersed. Luke nodded to Sans, the two walking over to the younger male with the staff. "Sans, I would like you to meet my nephew, Ben Solo." The name was familiar. Of course he was related to the legendary Skywalker family. Talent like that wasn't something anyone learned, it was natural for him.

The welcoming feeling dissipated quickly as Ben sized up Sans for the first time. Looking her up and down for a moment in an attempt to read her as best he could. Luke wasn't oblivious in his old age, in fact, that only made him wiser to his nephew's antics. He could feel Ben trying to shift around in Sans' mind; that was something he put a stop to immediately by blocking him with a Force wall. Ben caught on. "Great, new blood." He said smugly. "Hope you're a decent fighter."

In those few words, Sans found herself disliking Ben Solo. Whether it was his arrogance or that smug smile on his lips; it didn't matter. She immediately disliked his above-everyone-else attitude. Luke took this as his opportunity. "Sans will be training here as well, Ben. We will help her find her place within the Force. I trust you'll be helpful?"

His smirk only widened, his eyes never leaving Sans. "Of course." Sans really didn't like the way he looked at her.

"Come, Sans. Let me show you to where you'll be staying." Luke said, knowing it was best to break up this tension without any casualties in the matter. Without another word Sans and Luke left the area; Sans could feel his smirk still on her as they walked away. Maybe she really was stronger with the Force than she realized; or he was just that predictable.


The day seemed to flash by quickly as Sans now washed up in her hut. Her tattered brown robe covering her as she stared into the dirty and cracked mirror. Sand covered the edges, like it did everything else in the hut. That was to be expected when living on the dry and sandy planet of Jakku. As she stared at herself, the image somewhat deformed, she couldn't help but shrug off her robe and turn around. The large red scar from the top of her shoulder and trailed down to her lower back, it never healed fully. Even with her abilities, that was the best it would heal. The scar was a constant reminder; the screams still echoed in her mind as Sans flinched. Eleven years may have seemed like a long time for some, to Sans, it was still fresh in her mind. Everything that had happened, everything that he did. It was still there and that scar was not helping.

"Sans?" She heard from the main entrance of her hut. She recognized his voice immediately. "Sans, are you here?"

Sans shook her head, returning herself to reality. "Just finishing up." Quickly, Sans put on her overtunic and pants before heading towards the main entrance, her red hair still wet as she looked at Lor San Tekka curiously.

"There's something I need to discuss with you. Something I should have mentioned a long time ago." Sans felt her heart sink into her stomach as she stared at him. As tempting as it was to peek inside his mind to find out what she was diving into; that was a trick she swore she wouldn't use again, not after him. "Please, come with me."

Without another word, Sans obliged. A bad feeling in her gut as they made their way to his hut. The sun was beginning to set on Jakku as the two walked with haste. That's when Sans noticed the star fighter by the hut. "Who's here?" She asked, her brows knitting together as she tried to make out any markings to give away the visitor.

"Someone I wasn't expecting." Lor San Tekka said in a low voice as the two entered the hut. Standing in the center of the hut was a man with a brown jacket, holding his pilots helmet in his hand as he turned to look at the two. His dark brown hair a mess from having his helmet on for so long. "Sans, this is Poe Dameron. He's here from The Resistance."

Poe smiled weakly before speaking. "I've been sent by General Organa—" The name struck recognition in Sans as she flinched. It didn't go unnoticed by Poe. "I'm here for something of great importance to The Resistance."

Confused, Sans looked to Lor San Tekka, his face unreadable. "I knew this day would come." He said lowly as he walked to another part of the hut and returned with a small flash drive. "You hold the fate of us all." He said handing the drive to Poe.

Against her firm belief when it came to entering the minds of others, Sans found herself searching in Lor San Tekka's mind. She gasped as tears began to swell in her eyes. "That's a map to Luke Skywalker?" She asked, somewhat horrified. "You have had a map to Luke Skywalker, here?"

"You weren't the only secret I've been keeping safe for eleven years." He confirmed cautiously as Sans received a curious look from Poe. "Luke is needed now more than ever. Your time will come too, Sans. When the Jedi return—"

"The Jedi won't return! Don't you get it? They were killed off, destroyed." Sans argued, the feeling of panic clouding her judgment.

"Not all of them." Lor San Tekka said with hope, something Sans thought him foolish for. Poe finally caught on, his staring only becoming more obvious to Sans. "You were kissed by destiny, Sans. The only survivor of the Knights of Ren massacre. That can't be for nothing. Don't let it be for nothing."

With a frustrated sigh, Sans asked. "Does anyone else know?" She was met with silence in the hut. "Does anyone else know about the map?" She asked again, this time a little harsher. That's when the star ships hit the atmosphere and the BB unit raced in, beeping frantically.

Lor San Tekka looked to Poe. "You need to leave, now." He demanded as the three raced out of the hut.

"What about you?" Poe asked, Sans could sense his fear now. "You have to hide."

"There is no time. We will hold them off as long as we can." Lor San Tekka looked to Sans, her mind already made up as Poe ran off to the star fighter with BB-8.

Her heart racing in her chest as she ran to her hut to find the only thing she knew that would protect her and those around her. Hidden in a chest and buried in the sand under her bed, Sans dug up the weapon she swore she would never use again. She opened it slowly to reveal the gleaming silver of the lightsaber she tried to burry years ago. With a deep breath, she grabbed the hilt and clicked the button. The purple blade pushed out with a cackle. It was comforting and haunting to see. Sans exhaled and ran out of her hut just as the ships landed. Her mind began to cloud with anger and fear, emotions she was taught to never feel. How could she not? Her biggest nightmare was coming true as Storm Troopers flooded out of the ships. If this was the time of the Jedi, her time was running short.


Slashing Storm Trooper after Storm Trooper, Sans made her way towards the big hut once more; trying to get innocent settlers out of the crossfire and protecting whomever she could as the fight continued. She reached Lor San Tekka, a panicked and pained look on his face. "Sans!" He said, noting she had found her saber. "You need to get to safety."

"You wanted me to fight, I'm fighting." She argued, using the Force to push back a few Troopers that had come closer. She was a tad rusty but, the Force was still strong with her.

The last ship came into view, a familiar black ship that caused Sans' chest to tighten as it landed. "No, Sans." He said. "You have to hide. This fight isn't for you." She could feel him. Even inside the ship she could. That bold rage he held so close to his heart, the anger, the pain weighing down on her greatly. It was all there and felt exactly the same as it did on that fateful day eleven years ago. That only made her realize, he could feel her too.

Sans shook her head. "It's too late. He already knows." The ship opened and the man in the black mask stormed out of the ship. At this point, they were outnumbered. The Troopers had the settlers trapped and cornered as they ordered for all weapons to be put down. Reluctantly, Sans pushed the button on her saber, the blade retreating with a crack.

He was coming closer, the crowd going dead silent as he moved. His black cloak fluttering behind him as his boots landed heavily on the ground. He immediately stopped at a distance from Lor San Tekka and Sans. Even behind the mask, Sans knew he was looking at her. His shoulders stiffened as he continued walking forward, stopping a few feet from the two. "Lor San Tekka." His distorted voice was threatening. "You have something I want."

"You're too late, Kylo Ren." He bravely replied. "The map is safe."

"I see that's not all you've been hiding." Kylo Ren said, his head turning just enough to look at Sans before returning his attention to Lor San Tekka. Sans felt her knees begin to shake. Eleven years was not long enough to make her forget. "Very well." He said, somewhat bored as he grabbed his saber. The dysfunctional and unstable blade hissed and cracked as it instantly came out of the saber. The red glowing in the night and illuminating his mask in a way that terrified Sans. She knew what was coming; now she had to time it right as she held hers tightly.

Time seemed to freeze as Kylo Ren struck down Lor San Tekka. At least, that's what Sans believed until she realized, no, time didn't freeze; she did. She wasn't sure when she unsheathed her saber, or when she had brought it down to meet his but, she did. Now it was stuck against his saber, his attention was somewhere to his right. Unable to move, Sans tried to see what he was focused on. That's when she saw the blue streak of a blaster, frozen in mid-air. He was able to Force hold not just her but the person in the distance as well.

Storm Troopers moved to grab the person in the distance, and now Sans realized just how much trouble she was in. "It's good to see you, Sans." He said darkly.

Sweat trickled down her brow as her body twitched slightly. He was in her head, she could feel it. "Get out of my head, Ben." She said through gritted teeth.

"Ben is gone." He growled, the distortion from the mask made him all the more intimidating. Sans realized who the Troopers were taking to the ship, Poe Dameron. As her attention focused back to Kylo Ren, Storm Troopers gathered around the remaining settlers of Tuanul. A silver Trooper in the distance giving them orders to open fire. They did. The screams of the settlers echoed within Sans, reminding her of something that happened eleven years ago. It was exactly the same, pain and fear. She could feel it in every person who was shot down. Eleven years was most certainly not enough time to get over it.

"You're a monster." She said with an emotion he hadn't felt from her in a very long while. Hatred. He kind-of liked it, and at the same time loathed it. With a wave of his hand, Sans saw black.


Final Thought: Hey guys, thanks for reading! Remember to review, let me know if I should continue or not!