A/N: HI IT'S ME LOL

Warnings: High octane dubcon, violence, kidnapping. This is dark. Dark, dark, dark.

Pairings: Ben/Rey

Disclaimer: I don't fricken own Star Wars.

Rain. Always rain.

I stare out of my cabin's windows, shivering, watching the water pour down the dusty panes. It's been so long since the collapse—so many months of loneliness in the Pacific Northwest. I'm eking out my living on squirrel meat and grass clippings and it fucking sucks.

"Rey—stay away from them. Stay hidden."

Yeah, I know that much. If I'm found, I'll be sold.

The sky opens up and really pours rain down on my cabin. I wander away from the windows to make sure there aren't any leaks I need to tend to, then start a fire and walk to the kitchen. It's been a lonely six months, but there isn't much I can do. Going out to look for other people is way too risky. If I stumble across men, they might sell me or… do worse.

I heat up an old can of raviolis on the stove and ruminate on the past few years. Mass infertility followed by a panic from international governments… I was lucky my foster mother got me into hiding as fast as she did. Most women were already being rounded up for breeding at that point.

But it's another quiet night for Rey Kenobi. I sit in my small living room and dig into my slightly disgusting raviolis, watching the rain drizzle down the windows, thinking of how lucky I am. Leia delivered me from a life of torture.

I read a book before bed—Wuthering Heights—and nestle in my cot. Leia was confident that the world would repair itself sooner or later and she told me to hide out until then. I'm nineteen now and went into hiding at sixteen after years or being sheltered by her. My exposure to the outside world has been slim to nil, but that's okay with me. I know I don't belong there.

So I go to sleep—dreaming of something more.

Then I wake and go out to collect food. I slip into a plain brown gown and wander around the forest close to my home, plucking berries and collecting greens and checking traps for meat. There's a squirrel and unfortunately, a skunk, which I can't eat. I kneel and slice him open to expose the flesh for another animal to eat before walking to the river to check my fish traps.

Ah—trout! I squeal with delight as I scoop up a trap full of wriggling trout and dump them on shore to be fileted. I got over slicing open live animals a long time ago. I need protein.

Elated, I go home with my spoils and store some in the fridge with salt sprinkled on top. There's no electricity, but I know salting meat is supposed to keep it viable longer. I prep some of the grasses and fruits for supper and fry the trout over the stovetop.

It's a satisfying dinner. I lick my fingers when I'm done and walk out to the porch to watch the sun set in the distance. Quiet. Always quiet. I go to bed again and wake up to the sun.

Leia hid me deep in the redwood forest of Washington. I figure no one can find me unless I want them to. I sing to myself while I walk, drawing my fingertips across ferns, and rub the moisture from the fronds between my fingertips. Society will rebound… soon.

I sigh, then hear a twig snap.

"Ooh—what do we have here?"

It's a deep voice—a man. I stiffen and slowly look over my shoulder to find him standing about fifteen feet behind me near a tree. He has black hair drawn back in a ponytail and all kinds of weapons on his tactical uniform with black boots. He's tall—way over six feet—and has broad shoulders. He grins when I stare at him in terror and idly swings a tranq gun from his hip.

I take a step back in my thin flats. "I… I don't want any trouble."

The man raises his dark eyebrows and starts towards me without hesitation. "You're about to have some."

I take out my blaster and shoot blindly, terrified, and he slips behind a tree. Leia taught me to shoot and run so I take off down the trail, booking for my cabin, and hear the stranger hot on my heels. I turn once or twice to shoot at him again. He's a bounty hunter. If he catches me…

We break out of the thick forest and I keep running across the short field to my cabin, chest burning, panting in fear. The man calls to me and I feel something bite at my calves and buzz up my spine.

Electricity snaps across my nerves and drags me to the ground. I shudder and tremble from the shocks as they overtake my body and the man walks up to loom over me. He smiles, watching me quiver, and the nodes hiss back to his gun and release me from electrocution. I take a few nervous breaths as he crouches beside me, and his equipment jangles on his hip.

"Who are you?" I whisper.

He produces a needle from his breast pocket and bites off the tip. "Ben Solo." He taps the tip of my nose and buries the needle in my upper arm. "I'm a bounty hunter, and you're coming with me."

I reach blindly for him, but my arm wavers in mid-air and I pass out with his dark brown eyes watching me. My life is over.