AN: In honor of the new trailer, I've decided to do a multi-chapter story (with plot) starring Reylo. I've gotten quite attatched to this ship, and I know some of you have, too. Possible spoilers ahead. Remember, this is an AU, where no matter what the canon says, they are NOT related. Keep that in mind. Also, the story's title and chapter titles are inspired by "Catch Me" by Demi Lovato. I don't own that song or Star Wars in any way/shape/form. With that, Jedi and Sith (or should I say Knights of Ren?) I present Please Don't Catch Me.


Perhaps it was just a case of fate. Or the Force, depending on what old stories you believed. Whatever the reason, fate or Force, it was an interesting coincidence when Rey showed up in the desert where there was no wreck yet.

It had been early in the morning when the orphan of the Jakku settlement had awoken in the wee hours with a strange feeling. She'd learned long ago to just go with whatever she was feeling when she felt it. It always did seem to bring her good fortune.

She leaned against her speeder. She saw something in the atmosphere, something like in the old stories of Star Destroyers. Lights, like there was some sort of fight above there.

Of course, any of the other children of the settlement would tell her that she was just a crazy daydreaming orphan, and that she should just go back to scavenging for half-useless parts from the Star Destroyer their parents had crashed onto Jakku. They never thought any of her fanciful thoughts of the Force and the Jedi and the Skywalkers to be worth their time. They were just stories, long gone, right?

She checked the timepiece on the holo screen of her binoculars. She would have to be going back to her usual worksite soon, or else his get into big time trouble again.

Yet, right on cue, she heard a cry that wasn't actually in the physical world, some kind of supernatural thing that made her cry out and cover her ears in pain. This was followed by the screaming of machinery falling, a foreign sound to Rey. Upon hearing it, she lifted her binoculars to her goggles, and saw an A-Wing in dark colors burning up as it approached Jakku's surface at breakneck speeds.

"It's going to crash," she murmured, and she couldn't take her eyes off of the falling spacecraft that had completely captured her attention. It was coming closer, and closer, and-

Rey's eyes widened as it looked like the A-wing was going to hit her, and she dived to the other side of the speeder bike. She went flying with the force of the impact. Her small but tough body landed twenty feet away, and she tumbled down a small dune.

She propped herself up on her elbows to see the slowly burning A-Wing right next to her speeder. She ran over to it, and dragged her speeder away from the wreck. Curiosity burned at her lungs. Would anyone be in it? Would they have information of the outside world?

Of course, the fire would be a problem. Still, she didn't have those rusted up cans of foam-dispenser for nothing. It might just get enough of the fire away from the door to the cockpit for her to get through to who or whatever might be inside. Besides, if she could take some machinery away from this, it could save what time she'd lost by coming out here. She pulled the dispenser can from off of her belt and she expertly sprayed the foam over the entrance.

Rey quickly scaled the top, where the door was to the cockpit, at least on the ships that she had taken apart or had seen the other kids live in inside the settlement. Much to her confusion, there wasn't a door there. Smoke from the front was starting to burn at her lungs. She jumped down to see the outline of a door in the back. She lifted her lock-pick gear and worked on persuading the new gears to open for her so she could break open the new contents.

She was rewarded with a huge cloud of smoke in her face.

She coughed and tightened her goggles. With her headpiece, she'd have a few minutes of air to see if there was anyone alive in there and to get them out. The supernatural sense that had led her to the place that morning guided her instinctively forwards, to where a man all in black was lying on the floor, very close to the escape pod. Without thinking twice, the small girl slung him over her back and she escaped the death trap. She stopped right by her speeder, and let down the cloth surrounding her mouth and let her goggles hang around her neck as cold oxygen raced down her lungs.

She looked down at the man she had rescued. Was he even alive? Her shaking fingers pulled off the gloves, and she reached to find a bit of skin to expose. A pulse. Strong and steady. Then she heard the coughing, although his eyes did not open.

Relief swept through her. He was alive. She saw the blood, the shrapnel- she had to get to the colony, and fast. It was hard for her to decide exactly how to transport the body there. She couldn't very well put him in the net with the junk pile! Yet that probably was what she'd have to do, she mused as she looked over the pieces of this puzzle.


It was of great surprise when the orphan, a little older than all of the rest of the settlement's younger generation, had appeared smelling of smoke carrying an injured man all in black.

"He needs the medic!" Rey shouted, and her determined voice carried. "He needs help!"

The medic, a man with some cyborg parts, one of the rare oddities the Jakku settlement had to offer, Rey being one herself, hobbled forwards over the sand.

"Bring him to me, Rey," he said, his voice creaking from his waning age. It had been years since he'd anyone to treat like this. She carried the young man over to the medic, and into the makeshift medical wing made out of an old A-Wing.

Everyone in the village knew that nothing would ever be the same again.