AN:Hi everyone! This is just my second fanfic ever and it's been a long time since I've written for fun. Would love your thoughts on this. This is set during TLJ – after the death of Snoke. I guess I wanted to know what would happen if Kylo awoke first. Obviously, I don't own Star Wars or any of its affiliations.
Chapter 1
Rey felt the cold, hard floor beneath her body and tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She brought her hand up tenderly to inspect the damage, pushing off with her left forearm and then leaning into, gingerly. Why gingerly?
Snoke.
Ben.
The Praetorian Guards.
It all rushed back to her in an overwhelming wave of red. Where was Ben? And where was Master Luke's lightsaber? As she looked around, small pieces of something flittered like confetti to the floor. She didn't want to know what they were. The room, once sparse and clinical, was littered with debris. But no Ben.
She gained her bearings and stood upright, moving with more haste as she realized the possibility of saving the fleet may have not been decimated along with the room. Moving towards the clear panel Snoke had maneuvered her to previously, Rey scanned frantically for any sign of life. No transports were visible. How long had she been out? Could they have already dispersed safely, outrunning the guns of the First Order? She needed a way to get them and she needed to find Ben.
Ben…
Before she had been knocked down they had been playing a mental game of tug of war with Skywalker's lightsaber. Surely if he had come to before her, he would have finished her. She had made her position clear – she would not turn. And if she wouldn't turn, then she could be of little use to him. Because he had made his position quite clear also…
"No, no. You're still holding on! Let go?"
Why hadn't he taken her with him, as a captive? He'd done so before. Why hadn't he killed her? Perhaps there was still hope that Ben was still there.
