AN:

This is based off a Tumblr post. I can't put the link here because the website will take it off. But, the original idea came from amkatepet on Tumblr. I don't own Star Wars.

It's been six months since the Battle of Crait.

Six months since the death of Snoke.

Six months since Kylo Ren assumed the position of the First Order's Supreme Leader.

Six months since the death of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.

Six months since the Resistance was wrecked to practically nothing.

Six months since Ben Solo died.

However, our connection has not. We never acknowledge each other, but sometimes he'll be standing across the room from me, staring, never speaking. Whether I'm in a meeting, by myself, it doesn't matter. He just stands there and stares at me. I don't want to admit it, but I have often found myself doing the same.

Once we just stood there and stared for nearly an hour, neither one of us wanting to relent.

He hasn't renewed his offer to me, not that I would accept it if he did.

You're nothing…but not to me.

He's right. He's right, and I hate it. I am nothing, nobody, from nowhere. I have admitted as much several times.

Meanwhile, he has always been someone: the son of Princess Leia Organa and General Han Solo, the nephew and Padawan of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, the grandson of Darth Vader, the master of the knights of Ren, the Supreme Leader of the First Order.

We could not be more opposite.

And yet, to him I am someone. To someone who has always been someone, a no one is someone. But I don't want to be someone to Kylo Ren. I want to be someone to Ben Solo, but he's dead. He died that day and was replaced by a mere shell of who he is. A shell which stands before me now.

"Rey."

"Kylo."

"Rey." His voice softens, wanting me to call him "Ben" and not "Kylo", but he doesn't deserve that name.

"What do you want?" You haven't spoken to me once in these months, what is so important now?

"I would like to arrange a meeting with you, in person." He stands very straight, arms behind his back, feet shoulder width apart, every inch a leader.

"No." I turn to leave, to try and get away from him even though I know that I can't. But he grabs my arm to stop me.

"Please," His dark eyes plead, bags clearly visible beneath. "Rey."

"Why? Why should I meet with you? What do you possibly have to offer me? How do I know that this isn't a trick to kill me?"

"I let you go, didn't I?" He snaps. "I let you escape on Crait. I could've destroyed you there, but I didn't. Haven't you wondered why?" I have.

"Why do you want to meet now? You haven't spoken a word to me despite this happening basically on a weekly basis."

"I haven't had the courage." He admits, still holding to my arm. "I was afraid."

"And I am supposed to believe that you suddenly have gained the confidence now?"

"What's sudden about six months?"

"The answer is no, Kylo." He cringes.

"I'll leave my saber behind." He adds quickly. "I will come unarmed and alone if you promise to do the same."

"Why isn't this something that you could do during one of these?"

"I miss you." I miss you, too. My eyes stay trained on the ground. I shouldn't go. This could be a trap or a trick so easily. He's so insistent which implies to me that he as a plan. But I miss him. I miss Ben.

"Where and when?" He's practically beaming.

"Back to where this all started, Takodana." Takodana.

"Then I assume that you are planning on having this all end there as well, for dramatic irony or whatever." He is very dramatic.

"I promise that I am coming alone and unarmed." He isn't lying. "Meet me there in a week at sunrise."

Then he's gone.

-oOo-

I lie to everyone about where I'm going. General Organa knows, but only her. It is her son after all. She didn't say anything about him, just gave me permission to leave. "Be careful."

"I will."

Now I'm just about to land. The ruins of Maz's former castle are somewhat weathered, nature begins to reclaim what was once its own. His ship is on one side of the destroyed building, so I land on the other.

Where this all started.

The trek to that portion of the forest feels so much longer than it probably should. My mind buzzes with questions of how this is going to go, what he wants to speak about, whether or not he kept his promise.

Initially, I don't see him. Looking for his tall form amongst the trees doesn't sound too difficult.

But he isn't standing.

He's kneeling in the clearing where he first entered my mind and abducted me.

"What is this?" I scoff. "The great Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, on his knees before a nothing."

His dark head rises, and his eyes bore into mine. "No, just Ben Solo, a man, on his knees before the woman he loves."