Aboard the Finalizer Kylo Ren carried Rey to her bedroom. It was fit for a princess. Light pink walls,white soft floors, white silken sheets on the small bed. An abundance of toys were shoved into a corner, (He had planned on finding her in less than a week), replaced by a large vanity.
"Call a medical droid, I want my Rey checked out immediately." He set his love onto the bed and tucked her in.
"Yes sir." Phasma said running off to do as ordered.
Rey awoke in an unfamiliar place her heart began to beat wildly. "Where am I?" She wondered aloud.
"In my grandson's ship." Came a voice from the corner of the room.
A transparent young man with long blond hair and blue eyes came to sit on the bed she was in.
"Who are you?"
"Anakin Skywalker,the famous Jedi Knight, Luke Skywalker is my son."
"I thought Luke Skywalker was just a myth," said Rey.
Anakin shook his head.
"Is your grandson the one I've been waiting for?"
"He's been searching for almost fourteen years for you. Frankly he's been driving me insane." Anakin made a face as if he had swallowed a lemon
Rey laughed and tried to get up.
"Don't," said Anakin. "You have a mild case of the flu. Probably working on that sandy death trap."
The door opened and another young man stepped in. This one had long black waves, and brown eyes. "Grandfather," he said in a respectful tone. He walked over to the vital monitor. "Oh, my little Rey, you still have a fever."
A name suddenly came to Rey's mind. A familiar name but so long forgotten. And with the name a face, this face. "Benny?"
He nodded and took her hand. "That's right my darling. Do you feel cold? Hot? Hungry?" He stroked her cheek.
"Hungry maybe."
"I'll get you some soup. Grandfather would you mind watching her?"
The Force Ghost shrugged. "I got nothing else to do." He said making both Rey and Ren laugh.