A.N- Hey guys, I'm back with another Star Wars fic. This time, I'm setting the fic within the actual Star Wars universe. The idea behind this fic is to write my own version of the eighth Star Wars episode, before it comes out. I don't own any of the characters in this story. I hope you guys enjoy it, and don't forget to review!

Chapter One

Rey

Rey couldn't believe it. She had actually found Luke Skywalker, the mysterious Jedi master who had disappeared all those years ago. Although, admittedly, she was having a bit of a hard time equating the ordinary-looking old man in front of her with the legendary hero she'd always believed Skywalker to be. She'd heard the stories, so assuming they were as true as Han had said they were, she knew what this man had done when he was barely younger than her.

After what felt like a few minutes, she decided to say something. Her arm was getting sore from holding out the lightsaber, and the silence was starting to worry her.

"Are you Luke Skywalker?" It was a silly question, she knew that. Still, it would feel good to confirm her suspicions. Skywalker frowned at her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not Luke Skywalker, perhaps you've mistaken me for someone else."

She stared at him. He was lying, she knew it. They'd tracked the coordinates, and there was nobody else here.

"I'm not stupid. I'm not convinced, either. You have to be Luke Skywalker, there's nobody else you could be." He smiled, and nodded.

"You're right, of course. It's a shame, I've waited thirty years to play that trick on somebody. Of course, I should've known you wouldn't fall for it, Rey. You're too smart to be tricked so easily." She stared at him, confused.

"How do you know my name?" Was this some kind of Jedi mind trick? She tried to convince herself for a moment that it was something like that. However, all the reasoning and rational explanations in the galaxy couldn't have prepared her for what he said next.

"Of course I know your name, I gave it to you. Rey Leia Skywalker, that's your full name." He looked almost relieved to finally say that, to finally be able to see her and talk to her.

Rey, however, wasn't sure what to feel. On the one hand, this answered a question she'd been asking her whole life- who were her parents? Yes, this was technically only half an answer, but it was still the most she'd ever had. On the other hand, though, she couldn't get her head around the fact that this was her father, or the fact that someone who was so famous for being a good person could abandon his own daughter without any way of staying in touch.

"I don't believe you. You're lying, you have to be. You can't be my father."

"Search your feelings, you know this to be- wait, no, I sound like my father. That's definitely a bad start." She wondered if he was trying to be funny. If so, it wasn't working.

"I don't need to search my feelings, thanks very much. You can't be my father." This was too much. She needed to get out of here, go back to the rebel base or something. At least there things might start to make sense again. She turned around and started to head back the way she'd came.

"Rey, wait, where are you going?" he called after her.

"I'm going back to the Rebel base, and I'm not coming back." She heard footsteps behind her, and sped up.

"In that case, I'm going with you. I have to see Leia, I don't like the thought of her being on her own just now." She sighed and turned around.

"Can't you just use the Force or something to take yourself there?"

"That's not how the Force works!" He sighed. "If it was, I'd have been off this island a long time ago. Look, I just need to talk to Leia, then I'll come back. Although, you should probably come too. You need to learn to control your abilities with the Force, and since I'm the only living Jedi, I'm really the only option you've got. Unless you'd rather ask your cousin for help."

"But I don't have a- oh, you mean Kylo Ren. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not related to him. I can't be related to someone that evil."

"You know, I've been thinking that myself for the last ten years. Although, I'm sure there is hope for him." She frowned at him.

"You can't be serious. I'm pretty sure he's beyond redemption at this point."

"Well, I thought the same about my father once, and I was proven wrong then too. You never know." She sighed and turned around again.

"Alright, we'd better go. I'll come back and train with you as long as you stop trying to convince me that you're my father." She started heading towards the Falcon, and she was aware of Skywalker following her.

"Fine. I should've realised you'd need time to get your head around this. You'll accept the reality of the situation soon enough."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because I've been there. Granted, my father was a mass murderer who'd tortured my sister, killed my mentor and frozen my best friend in carbonite, so my reaction wasn't too unjustified."

"Yeah, I know the story."

"Yes, I thought you'd know. Now, tell me, which ship did you get to take you..." he trailed off, and she guessed that he'd seen the Falcon now.

"Is everything alright?" She turned around to see that he appeared to be frozen to the spot a few paces behind her, staring at the Falcon.

"Yes, of course. It's just... it's been a while since I've seen this piece of junk, I'm surprised it's even still capable of flight." Rey looked at him for a moment.

"I found it on Jakku a few days ago." Had it really only been a few days? It felt like it had been forever. With a sigh, she continued up the ramp and into the Falcon.

Luke

Everything seemed to hit him at once. That was what it felt like. The memories, the realisation that no matter what, this ship would never feel the same again, everything.

As he looked around, it felt like the first time- like somehow he was nineteen years old again, going to rescue the girl from the hologram he hadn't known to be his sister.

If he closed his eyes, he could see Han in the pilot's seat, hear Obi-Wan teaching him how to use the lightsaber, feel, just for a moment, that he was home again, and everything was going to be alright.

He remembered more within those few seconds than he'd allowed himself to in years. Not just the big things, but the little things too. How easily C-3PO could get worried about a situation. All those days where he'd watched Han in secret, wishing he was brave enough to say something, anything. He wished that even more now, though he hadn't felt like that about Han in a long time. All the same, it hurt to know that he'd never be able to tell him the truth about how he'd felt.

Unable to take any more, he opened his eyes, and almost jumped out of his skin. There, sitting in one of the chairs, was the ghost of his father, Anakin Skywalker.