Rey awoke in an unfamiliar setting. Grey room, bare metallic walls, and a photo in the corner on a stand that she could not focus on. She groaned, her joints ached, and she couldn't quite remember why she was in so much pain. She looked down, she was wearing an oversized shirt that smelled vaguely familiar, her bare legs and forearms were covered in bandages, some of which had blood seeping through. She groaned again and swung her legs off the bed, head pounding. Rey had a feeling she knew where she was, but her head was too painful to think. Carefully she stood upright, testing how much weight her wounded legs could carry. Gingerly, she made her way towards the door, making to burst through as quickly as her injured legs would carry her. She halted, realising that she did not actually know where she was, her head still throbbed, it still hurt to think. Footsteps echoed towards her, she panicked, suddenly realising that she could potentially be in danger. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for a place to hide. The footsteps grew closer. A cupboard, there was a cupboard in the corner of the room, just large enough for her thin body to fit in. Just as she closed the door to her hiding spot, a large hairy figure entered the tiny room, looked around, burbled in confusion, and then opened the cupboard to expose Rey.

"Chewie?" She spluttered, her heart somersaulted, she was on the Falcon! She was safe!

Chewie rumbled happily, and scooped Rey up into his large arms before plopping her lightly on the floor. He cooed with concern.

"I know, I'm sorry. My head's a little fuzzy, I didn't know where I was." She looked into his large brown eyes "whose shirt is this anyway, Chewie? It's massive."

Chewie rumbled again, staring at the floor.

"Han's? Oh… I'm sorry Chewie I didn't realise." She gave him a tight hug "I know, I miss him too, how about I make us some tea and you tell me everything I've missed? Sound good?"

Chewie roared happily.

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Rey sipped herbal tea as Chewie explained what happened. After Starkiller, he had found her lying unconscious in a pool of her own blood, Kylo Ren nowhere to be found. After that, Chewie had quickly stashed her on board the Falcon, managed to patch her up as best he could, and discarded her burned, ripped, blood stained clothes and replaced it with one of Captain Solo's old shirts. Making sure she was stable, he had put her in an old bed and let her rest, with the Falcon docked, hidden out of site, on an asteroid far away from the remains of Starkiller.

Rey nodded and listened, unable to get the horrifying image of Ren coming at her with his sabre out of her head, that terrifying black mask glinting in the moonlight… She shook her head to disperse the image.

"So how long have I been out? Does the alliance know where we are? Have you sent word to the General?" The words spilled out, trying desperately to discard that horrifying image…

Chewie thought for a moment and then burbled. Rey nodded, 2 days? How can I have been out for 2 days! Luckily Chewie hadn't tried to contact the alliance, for fear of the First Order picking up the signal. They agreed that it was best to not send one at all, and just head back to base when Rey was able to walk without feeling nauseous. She excused herself and headed back to the room she woke up in, there was a fresher in there she could use to clean the grime and blood and soot off her bruised body.

Rey stared at herself in the mirror. God she looked like shit, sunken eyes with circles as dark as a black hole under them, cuts, bruises, singed hair, soot everywhere. She sighed, stripped, and stepped into the fresher. The warm water ran over her body, soothing her aching muscles, removing the grime and blood. She stepped out, wrapped herself in a large towel, and went back to staring at herself in the steamy mirror. She looked better, but not by much. She sighed and tied her hair in a knot, turned away to hang up the towel, just as her head exploded in pain.

Rey was in a dark room, she turned around and scanned the surroundings, confused. She could see a table, a sofa, and some doors leading to other dark rooms. The setting felt familiar, but her head was still throbbing. Suddenly a tall, black cloaked, masked man entered. Kylo Ren. She froze, and raised her sabre which had suddenly appeared in her hand, she also noticed that she was in her tunic.

"That's odd" she thought "I could have sworn this was destroyed on Starkiller." She realised that Kylo could not see her, she eyed him as he paced the room, and removed his mask, dropping it on the floor. He twirled his sabre in his large hands and flinched.

"She's alive" He muttered "she's alive, how is that possible" he shook his head and went back to his pacing. Rey watched him intently, figuring that this just me some kind of weird hallucination. She noticed Kylo stop in his tracks and turn to face where Rey was standing. She held her breath as she watched Ren draw his sabre and bring it to life, spitting and sizzling with power.

"She's here" he spat "She's here! Where are you" Where are you!" Kylo swung his sabre, destroying his chambers, leaving the table a smoking wreck. He roared, and continued to destroy the room.

Rey backed up in a panic as he advanced on her, she could hear his breathing, smell the burning of his sabre. She stumbled backwards and was back in the fresher room of the Falcon, lying on the floor in a cold sweat. She stood up, shaking, trying to recall the events of just a moment ago. How did he know she was there? How did she get there in the first place? Was it just some trick of the force? Rey breathed out for several seconds in an attempt to calm down. She saw that Chewie had washed and repaired her clothes as best she could, they were lying in a neat pile on the bed. She dressed quickly and ventured to the cockpit, where she found Chewie preparing for flight. He warbled when he saw her, and patted her shoulder as she sat down.

"Let's go home Chewie"

He roared happily and took off, Rey flicking toggles and checking stats.

"Punch it!"