The church of Beaumont had just let out. Rey stood awkwardly as she watched Rev. Skywalker talk to his twin sister and her husband. She was an outsider, it was obvious in the way she looked in her scrappy pale blue dress that fit a little too tight, her dancer's posture, her optimistic expression.

Even when the Rev. and Ms. Solo were happy, as they were now, there was a sadness in their eyes. A sadness in all of the congregation's eyes, she noticed. Others might not pick it out, but she was good at reading faces after having to fend for herself in the Home in the Chicago.

Her toes pointed out at a forty-five degree angle as she thought of one of the tunes she'd heard in the radio recently. Her foot began tapping of its own accord and her fingers snapped.

Everyone went silent and stared at her when they heard the snap.

"What?" She asked, confused as to what she'd done. What could possibly have been wrong? Dancing wasn't against the law, was it?

Rev. Skywalker put his arm around his new ward to show her to his family. She felt briefly a little uncomfortable with the touch- the last person to ever touch her like that had been her mother, nine years ago, before she'd left her alone in the apartment for days until Child Services came knocking.

"Leia, this is Rey McCormack, from the city," Rev. Skywalker said.

Rey plastered her usual smile to her face as she extended her hand to the other woman. Ms. Solo had a regal look-like some foreign princess, yet had the gritty face of a general.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Solo," Rey said with the same distant politeness she treated everyone with-a precaution. She couldn't help but be nice to people, but she'd learned the hard way that the world didn't respect sugar and spice-they took advantage of it. Yet it was so ingrained into her identity that she couldn't drop the heart of gold no matter how it held her down.

"Oh, Rey, you can call me Leia," Ms. Solo said.

"She's a bit stubborn about that," Rev. Skywalker informed her. "I've asked her about a dozen times to call me Luke, but it's still Rev. Skywalker."

Rey bit her lip. She hadn't had a close relationship like that; she wasn't used to calling people something other than their last name. She'd try to work on that, though. She didn't want to becoming annoying.

"It's alright, if you want Ms. Solo, Ms. Solo it is," the older woman assured her. "But please, call me Leia when you want to"

Rey nodded, her smile blossoming into a genuine one. Mr. Solo extended his hand to her.

"Hey kid, I'm Han," he said. "Been married to the missus for thirty years."

"Han," she repeated, tasting the name in her mouth. It had a certain badassery to it, but it had the feeling of someone she could count on. "Nice to meet you."

"You picked up a good kid in the city," Mr. Solo said to Rev. Skywalker.

"Speaking of kids, where is yours?" Rev. Skywalker asked.

"He's talking to Snoke," Ms. Solo said with distaste.

Rey covered her hand over her mouth to keep from giggling at the ridiculous name. Rev. Snoke was the other pastor in the church, a pale bald man with a scarred face. He had been the opposite of Rev. Skywalker, his lectures full of doom and gloom and the wrath of God (not that she actually believed in God). She'd found him more funny than terrifying, although it was obvious that the rest of the congregation didn't view him that way.

"Ben!" Mr. Solo shouted.

One of the two gothic teenagers groaned and stomped to the side of Mr. Solo. His presence hit Rey with all the force of a hurricane. She barely kept herself from audibly gasping. His hair was long and curly, and he was dressed all in black with a little bit of eyeliner. He had an expression that came off as permanently grumpy, although his eyes widened when he saw her.

"Ben, this is Rey McCormack, the kid from the city that Luke's taking in," Mr. Solo said, putting a hand on Ben's shoulder so he couldn't go run off to hang around with Charles Hux and Mara Phasma.

"Hi," Rey said in an almost dreamlike tone. Her hand extended itself as a princess's would before she danced with a prince.

"Hello," he said in his deep voice that made something within Rey feel electrified. He took her hand, and the feeling of a warm hand surrounded Rey's cool one. Their eyes remained on each other, hazel to brown in a moment of fate.

"You'll both be going to the high school," Ms. Solo said, oblivious to the match that had just been struck right in front of her very eyes. "Ben, I'm expecting you to show her around."

"What?" He asked, shaking his head a little to return to reality. "Sure."

Rey sucked her breath in a moment of daring.

"Could we maybe go out somewhere, like to this really great little store I know with a great radio for dan-"

Everyone turned to look at her. Rev. Snoke marched over to her, the image of unholy wrath.

"I don't know what you've been telling her, Skywalker," Snoke said angrily. "But there's one thing that she hasn't learned yet! Dancing is illegal!"

"What?" Rey was struggling between laughter and fear. For one, it was so ridiculous. Law against dancing? Why the hell would that be a thing? For two, she was only afraid because Rev. Snoke was seriously hardcore. As funny as it had been during the session, it wasn't funny when she was the main focus of his hardcore behavior.

"There was a law against dancing formed a few years ago," Ms. Solo said. Rey saw the sadness in the eyes of her and the congregation and the laughter inside her died.

"You're serious?" She blurted out.

Ms. Solo nodded.

"Sorry, I didn't know," she said, her cheeks flushing bright red.

"Come on, let's go for Sunday lunch," Rev. Skywalker said kindly, putting his arm around Rey again. She kept her head down but was faintly aware of the fact that Ben Solo was staring at her in a very different way than the others.