Author'sNote: Sorry for the delay! I've had a long few weeks with Cosplay and work it's been nuts. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Anything in italics is a flashback so don't get confused. They will hopefully be labeled appropriately too!

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Then...

Sans was hesitant about learning the Force. It wasn't something came natural to her, at least, some aspects didn't. Force Healing was her forte; however, that wasn't really something she could show off like Force Push or other ways the other Jedi Apprentices did. That was frustrating. What was even more frustrating was the perfection that seemingly oozed off her newly designated arch nemesis, Ben Solo. He was graceful and fluent when it came to wielding the training staff; effortless when it came to Force Push or levitating objects to his command. Sans probably would have idolized him in the end if he weren't so smug about it.

Luckily, she didn't see much of Ben unless it were in group sessions or in passing. He was way beyond her skillset and they knew it. Then again, he was beyond everyone's skillset. A perfect soldier in this little army Luke Skywalker was creating. This army to regain total peace to the galaxy and ultimately return balance to the Force.

In the ranks, Sans did find herself a companion. An Arkanian male named Jeth. He towered over Sans, with long white hair and matching white eyes. He was friendly and the most welcoming of the group to her. Not that the others weren't, he just stood out the most to her. Sans found herself hanging around Jeth more and more, especially when learning Jedi Mind Tricks; something she was not really comfortable with. It didn't seem right to be able to have such influence over others, and that opinion Luke Skywalker was given the satisfaction he needed in knowing Sans would make a good Jedi someday.

When she wasn't training or getting to know the other Apprentices, Sans would let loose her mischievous side and sneak out of the Academy building. Not too far, but out of sight, was a small lake hidden within the woods. A place where Sans could go and hide away, clear her thoughts and read her book on different sectors and systems. The old and dusty book that frayed at the binding and pages loose. It was her Father's once and now she inherited it. Someday she would explore these places. Someday she'd fulfill the promise her Father had left her, the promise of seeing it all. A promise that some days seemed impossible.

The first month came and went with little to no action. Sans learned what she could and kept herself preoccupied in the company of Apprentices and learned what she could from Master Luke. However, on the first day of the new month, Sans was given her first training staff. It was her first really day of combat training and her stomach was in knots. "Calm yourself, Sans." Jeth said as the two sat on the floor of the great training hall. Around them the other Apprentices carelessly hung around the room waiting for combat training to begin.

Nervously, Sans had been floating her snack, an apple, in front of her. A nervous twitch she seemed to inherit the more she learned to use the Force. Granted, she had much to learn and couldn't levitate anything of consequence. The apple was still impressive enough to her.

"I am calm." She mumbled, looking at the apple as she waved her hand slowly. The apple floating a few inches from the ground. "I've never fought before." She admitted.

"You will do fine, just trust the Force to guide you." Jeth was wise, or at least he just knew what to say at the right moment. "I'm sure your partner will go easy on you."

Sans raised her brow, a slight sarcastic smirk on her lips. "That depends on who my partner is." On command, the door to the great training hall opened revealing Ben Solo. Sans had almost forgot about his existence in the past month. However, his smug expression was an immediate reminder of her extreme distaste for him. Jeth had turned to see what Sans was looking at, only to turn around with a knowing look. "He's not all bad."

"I just don't care for his attitude." Sans said. "He's cocky."

"He's confident." Jeth correct.

Sans countered. "He thinks he's above the rest of us."

"Wouldn't you with a family tree like his?" Jeth offered, only to receive a glare in reply. "Okay, he's overly confident. That doesn't make him a terrible person."

The apple Sans had been levitating suddenly began to rise higher. The two followed the apple with their eyes before returning their gazes to each other with a 'Are you doing that?' look. It wasn't until the apple was snatched out of the air by a smirking Ben Solo did Sans realized what was happening. She was so caught up in complaining about him, she didn't realize he had walked over. "Good morning, Jeth." He said, taking a bite of the apple. "Sans." He said between chewing. Sans just glared as Jeth reciprocated the greeting. "Ready for training?" Ben looked at the girl, that smug smirk made her blood boil. How she wanted to just punch that smirk right off his face. "Maybe I'll be lucky enough to be your partner."

Before Sans could say what was really on her mind, Jeth intervened. "It's her first session, maybe she should spar with someone more her speed."

Sans shot a look to Jeth now. "I could take him." Ben scoffed, her attention returning to him. "I could!"

"Sans…" Jeth tried to warn, it was too late.

"Then let's spar. I'll tell Master Luke that we'll be going first." Ben dared. "If you're up for the challenge." He said, floating the apple now a few inches from his hand.

Sans forced herself up, straightening out her tunic and returned her glare to Ben. "I am." She said, snatching the apple from midair and taking a bite out of the other side before placing it in his hand again. Without another work, Sans turned and stormed away from Ben. Jeth gave a disapproving look to Ben before following after her. "What was that about being too confident again?" He said.

Sans was tense as she inhaled deeply. "I just—" She sighed, looking back to see Ben had already lost interest and was twirling his staff effortlessly. "He gets to me."

"Don't let him get to you."

She bit the inside of her lip nervously. "I have to shut him up."

"And what happens if you lose?" Jeth said. "It'll make him even more relentless."

It was then, Master Luke entered the room. Ben had already made his way to his side. "Then I better not lose." Sans nodded to the center of the room where the other Apprentices were gathering. "Shall we?" Jeth just sighed, knowing exactly what was going to happen as they made their way to the circle that had formed around the room.

Ben was standing in the center next to Luke. "We will practice combat today, a necessary and dangerous skill a Jedi must learn in order to defend themselves. Ben has volunteered to go first." Sans noticed the hesitant faces among her peers, this only made her begin to second guess her rash and impulsive decision.

"I choose Sans Novafall." He said with a self-satisfied grin.

Sans felt all eyes on her as she gripped her staff tightly. "Sans, you do not have to fight him." Luke said gently. "It's not a sign of weakness to back down."

Swallowing hard, Sans walked to the center of the circle. "I know, Master Luke." She said, trying to hide her nerves. She couldn't back down, she knew it. She's never live it down. "I'd like to try."

Luke nodded once. "Very well." He said, walking closer to his nephew. "Go easy, Ben." He warned quietly before exiting the circle. Ben swung his staff with ease, twirling it around with a bored expression as Sans took her position in front of him. Sans couldn't do that just yet. She began to second guess herself even more, her mind racing a mile a minute she barely heard Master Luke tell them to begin. It wasn't until the staff came flying towards her, she realized just how much trouble she was in.


Now...

Sans jerked awake, only to feel the restraints holding her down in the chair. Her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing staggered. She was alive; for now. She could sense fear not too far from her location. It was panic, fear and now pain. Lots of pain. It was only confirmed when the man's cries echoed down the hallway. She knew it was Poe. She didn't have to use any Jedi trick to confirm it. This only caused more panic. Why did Ben take her here? What was the point?

She could open the restraints if she would just focus. She needed to remain calm. Something she simply couldn't do, not right now. Not while he was back. She tried one more time, holding her breath and attempting to focus only to be immediately brought out of it as the door slid open and close. She was almost certain he could hear her heart beating through her chest as the space in the room suddenly became thicker.

His heavy, black boots hit the floor hard as he came around in front of Sans. He knelt down in front of her, his mask may have covered his face but Sans knew he was looking right through her. After a long pause of deafening silence, he finally spoke. "You're alive." He wasn't impressed. "I'm not exactly surprised, given your abilities." His distorted voice was hard on her ears, sending chills through her as she stared at him, her eyes giving away the fear in her heart.

"Why am I here?" She asked, trying to force any form of strength and bravery in her voice.

He was silent at first. Watching her carefully. This was the first time in eleven years he had seen her. Her red hair was longer than he remembered but, her crystal blue eyes remained the same. The same eyes that held her every emotion, something he always said gave her away. "You've seen something I need."

She knew where this was going. "I didn't know about the map until today." It was the truth.

"I'll be the judge of that." He said, his hand rising sharply and forcing her head back on the headrest. He was in her mind instantly, pulling whatever he could and she tried her hardest to fight it.


Then...

To say Ben Solo won would be an understatement. Ben Solo destroyed her, she never stood a fighting chance. He had knocked her off her feet four times, slashed at her arms, hit her in the back and once on her cheek. She had maybe three good hits on him before he completely shut her down. What made things worse was the look on his face, how pleased he was with beating her. That was enough to have Sans storm out of the Academy and to her secret hiding place.

He angered her so much, he brought out the worst in her and she didn't understand how or why. There was no rhyme or reason, he made her feel helpless and above all… useless. Grinding her teeth, she put her sore back against a giant tree trunk and slowly slid down until her bottom touched the ground. Her body ached everywhere, she knew a bruise would form on her cheek. Luckily for Sans, she could heal the hurt that was radiating off her body and that bruise would never reach the surface.

"Damn him." She muttered, closing her eyes as she let her natural healing ability take over. She hated losing to him, of all people to lose to he was the worst choice. He was faster, stronger, and had a natural gift. He was perfect and he knew it. Everyone knew it. What good did it do to try and fight that? It was her own damn fault anyway.

"So this is where you run off too." Sans jumped, her eyelids forcing open as she looked to her right to see Ben lazily leaning up against the tree she sat under. He looked down at her, his lips curled just enough to give away his amused expression.

Sans narrowed her eyes. "You're following me now?"

"Well, you stormed out after losing." She snorted in reply. "I came to see that you weren't hurt too badly."

She forced a sarcastic smile. "Just my pride."

His grin widened. "You didn't do as poorly as you think."

"Tell that to the pain in my back." She replied, even though she had already healed herself.

"You need more training, better training." She ignored him as he continued with his suggestion. "I can help you, you know?" He offered. "It'll be a lot of work for me but, I think I can get you to be decent."

Sans gave him an incredulous look as she forced herself to her feet. "You have such a way with words, Ben Solo." She said sarcastically as she began to walk away from him. "I'm not interested in anything you could teach me." Suddenly, Sans couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, her body tensing up all together. "What did you do?" She said with a slight panic in her voice.

"I could teach you how to do this. How to fight, how to use mind tricks, you name it."

"I'd rather quit being a Jedi all together." She said dryly. "Now let me go!"

He chuckled, walking around her frozen body to look at her again. It was unbelievable that he could hold her there so easily and move around with no problem. She felt the envy bug slowly returning. "Is it so hard to believe that I want to help you?"

"Yes." She sighed. "You're Ben Solo, you don't waste your time with underlings like me."

"Maybe I want to be a Master and be able to teach the Force to others. Maybe I see what you're capable of." She didn't budge. "Can I train you or not?"

Sans couldn't help but feel like this offer would come back to bite her in the end. Then again, maybe she could learn all his tricks and use them against him. Any other Apprentice would feel honored and Sans knew she should too. Why give him the satisfaction? Although, she was at a standstill, he wasn't going to let her go until she said 'yes' and Sans knew that. With one brave breath, she finally agreed. "Fine." She muttered. "You can train me."

In that instance, Sans was able to move again. Her body comply stiff and achy from being still for so long. She stretched quickly while Ben basked in his new victory. "We start at dawn." He said. "Don't be late, and—" His smirk grew wicked. "I won't be going easy on you."

Sans narrowed her eyes. "I didn't expect you too."


Now...

She was sweating now, her breathing labored. However, so was his. "You're not going to find what you're looking for." Sans said, breathlessly. "I don't have it."

He was angry now. "You hold onto such childish memories."

Sans narrowed her eyes. "They meant something to me once; to you."

He raised his voice. "They meant something to Ben Solo. He's gone, dead. Those memories are nothing now."

She felt the pressure return to her head, he was still there. An ever present searching her mind but, not for information, for memories. Forcing a smirk, Sans took the upper hand. "Then why are you still in my head?"

He stood now, rage filling his body as he grabbed his dysfunctional, red saber and pushed the button. Sans felt the heat from his saber as he placed it close to her face, the cracking in her ear was numbing. "I should have made sure you were dead." He threatened. "I won't make the same mistake twice."

Sans challenged him, like she always did. "Then do it. Finish it." Kylo Ren turned, his body stiff as he faced the wall and began slashing at it, the saber squeaking and crackling as it made contact with the metal wall. Molten metal began to fall off the wall, hissing as it dropped to the cool floor. She made him angry, she made his blood boil. She should be dead, it would be much easier if she were dead.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him leave burn mark after burn mark on the wall until finally he stopped, the crimson light disappearing from the room as he turned to look at her again. He saw the fear in her face, the way her heart pounded was music to his ears and yet also made him sick to his stomach. There was another sensation now; pressure in his mind. That small change in pressure turned his anger to something completely different, amusement. Under his mask, his lips twisted into a smirk. He could feel her. "You think it wise to try and search my mind?"

She glared at him. "Worth a shot if it means finding any remnants of Ben in there." Her head was forced back against the headrest, he was trying again.


Then...

Their first day training together ended in a shouting match with nothing actually getting done. If anyone asked what was said to set them both off, neither could even answer the question. Whether it was a remark, an action or just someone breathing the wrong way; neither could confirm. They were a bomb ready to go off at any second.

The second attempt at training went a little better, they only argue for a few minutes before Sans stormed out of the room. At least, they didn't stop talking this time and were able to return to the training room after supper. Training lasted a few minutes before the fireworks began again.

Their first week came and went, eventually the two were able to stand each other long enough to be in the same room and actually fight. Ben was relentless just like he promised. He didn't go easy on Sans what-so-ever. However, this helped Sans grow more determined to beat the 'smug grin off his stupid face' as she ever-so eloquently put it.
With a swift slash of his training staff, he swept Sans behind the knees and knocked her onto the flat of her back. With a groan, Sans stared up at her new view of the ceiling of the large training room. The view changing as Ben peered over, looking down at her curiously. "Enjoying the view down there?"

"I was until your ugly mug appeared." He snorted as he offered her a helping hand to get up. She refused and got up on her own, brushing herself off and straightening her overtunic. She saw her sparring stick lying a good few feet from where she landed and coolly walked over to it, picking it up and twirling it in her hands.

"Ready?" He asked, twirling his own with ease. She took her stance and with a deep breath she charged at him. She slashed to his right, he dodged. She twirled and came back around to slash him in the gut, however, Ben was faster as he blocked her move. He swiped behind her knees, knocking her down on the floor again. She landed with a thud and a groan as Ben pointed the end of his training stick into her chest. "That's five to none and you would have lost your legs. Again." He said with boredom. "Are you even trying?"

"I'm still new at this whole Jedi thing." She groaned. "Not everyone is naturally gifted as you." It wasn't meant to be a compliment but his grin told her he took it that way.

"That's why I'm helping you." He said, removing the stick from her chest and swinging it without a care. "I didn't say it would be easy."

"You also didn't say you'd be completely ruthless." She replied in passing as she stood up once more. "My bad for not realizing." She then realized, he had her staff now too. "Ben, my staff."

He feigned ignorance as he looked at the extra stick in his hands. "Oh, right. How silly of me." He said, holding it out in front of him. "Come take it." Sans rolled her eyes and began to walk over. "Oh no, not like that, Sans." He said. "You have the Force, don't you? Use that."

She gave him an incredulous look, he was pushing her beyond her capabilities now. It wasn't like she couldn't do it, it was just a lot of work for an untrained mind. With a deep breath, Sans focused on the staff he held out in his hand. She could see it begin to vibrate as she concentrated, only to realize there was something blocking her. He was preventing her from getting the staff. Of course he was. "You're cheating!" She shouted.

"Just boosting the difficulty of this training. How is that cheating?" He said with a smirk. Her glare deepened as she focused all her energy on that staff. He was blocking her with his own power. It became a power struggle then; back and forth, back and forth. She was holding on with all the strength she could muster; she wouldn't let him get the best of her. He was impressed, albeit it foolish of the girl to think she could best him just yet.

She was still learning, something Ben would use to his advantage. Yet, the pull was becoming too much. Even for someone still learning, she was holding on a lot longer than he would have liked. With brutal concentration, Ben used the Force to pull on the staff. In turn, this broke Sans' concentration. Next thing he knew, the young red haired girl was flying at him and crashing into his chest.

With a yelp, Sans fell square into his chest, causing Ben to become unbalanced and break concentration as the two toppled backwards with a crash. Horrified, she looked up as the chest below her vibrated. He was laughing,reallylaughing. "That didn't work out as planned." He said between laughs as Sans' cheeks flushed red.

"You did that on purpose." She accused, reaching for her staff and grabbing it forcefully. She rolled off him quickly, sitting beside him as he sat up.

His hand was on his head, feeling the back only to realize he had made contact with the floor a lot harder than he realized. He was now bleeding; it wasn't anything too threatening but, it still hurt. "Well that's unfortunate." He mumbled, reaching for the back of his head again.

"You hit your head?" Sans asked with enough concern to throw Ben off for a moment. "Let me see." She demanded, scooting behind him and beginning to rummage through his shaggy locks.

"I'm sure it's fine." Ben argued, rolling his eyes. He flinched as she touched the tender spot. "Hey, cut it out!"

Sans sighed. "Don't be a baby." He was right, the gash wasn't too bad. Still, she couldn't let it bleed in good conscience. "Hold still, okay?" She mumbled, placing her hand just above the wound and using her natural ability to heal the cut.

He felt instant relief. This was the first time Sans had used her Force healing in front of him. His head felt warm; numb. A little tingle here and there as the pain began to subside all together. "Well, that's interesting." He said, reaching behind to feel where the gash had been and found no traces of it left. Sans had moved to his side again, sitting next to him and eyeing him cautiously. "How far does your healing capabilities extend?"

"I can't bring people back from the dead, if that's what you're asking." She said, brushing a strand of red hair behind her ear. "Usually minor scrapes and bruises. I never really tried to heal anything bigger. Master Luke says it's possible to heal a number of things but to only use the power with the Force itself and never for personal gain."

The two were silent before Ben nudged her. "Pretty sure you just used it for personal gain."

"I could have just left you bleeding."

"Thanks for not doing that." It was as sincere as Ben Solo could get. Still with undertones of sarcasm and hubris. That didn't matter, Sans received a 'thank you' of some sort.

More silence passed as the two continued to sit side by side before Sans broke the awkwardness. "So am I a complete and total failure at combat?"

Ben snorted. "Not a complete failure. Just a work in progress." Sans just sighed. "You let your emotions get the best of you. It's easy to see, your eyes give you away."

She looked puzzled. "My eyes?"

"They're easy to read. At least, to me they are."

"Stop looking at my eyes, Solo." She teased with a smirk. "I know they're pretty but, jeez." That was the first time they had playful banter without any malicious intent. They both knew it, however, it only made them tense up more. Sans swallowed hard before changing the subject. "Are we done with combat today? I'm kind-of tired."

Ben nodded. "Go rest up, you'll need it for tomorrow."

She gave him a pointed look. "What's tomorrow?"

"Mind training." He beamed as he received a groan in return.


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