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Rey knew the feeling of betrayal, she'd felt it by Unkar Plutt giving her less than what she was due, she'd felt it helping children on Jakku who'd steal her treasures in the night and she'd even let the feeling tinge the memory of her parents. She'd felt it that day when Kylo Ren stood before her, demanding that she turn to the Dark after all that she'd done to save him. But the pang that she'd felt was nothing compared to this over-whelming ache in her chest. His betrayal burned deep and cut painfully and she realised that this betrayal was at her hand and completely justified. She hadn't saved him today but he had definitely saved her. He'd turned his back on the First Order, the Sith and even his own Master because she had promised him, her, standing with him. He had freed himself from the oppression of his Master, thinking that his freedom came with her and she'd turned away from him when he begged her to join him. He was right to feel betrayed but her joining him in the Dark wouldn't resolve his conflict, only turning back to the Light would do that. To the Light and the people that cared for him, her breath hitched at that thought. She never told him this though, none of it. He had to know why.

"Ben" she whispered again. As she reached out in her mind to him, she could feel him tense. Like she had been stopped by a wall of ice, hard, no way through but she could feel him on the other side. "Ben, please."

"Don't call me that." He snapped. He spoke quietly but she had never heard anything sound so crystal clear in her head.

"Ben!" she sighed, she heard the relief in her own voice.

"Don't call me that!" he yelled. She jumped but not because he scared her, he didn't have that power, but because his anger caused his mental wall to shatter in her mind. Her eyes flashed open and he was there in front of her, sat on the edge of his old cot on the Falcon. He was hunched over, his face to the floor. From her seat on the floor, she could look up to his face. He would know this if he didn't have his eyes closed so tight. Trying to block out the world, block out her. She reached out to touch him but his eyes flashed open. He leapt off the cot, shoving her out his way.

"Get away from me!" he looked at her now. She could see everything he felt now, the anger, the betrayal, the hurt, the … fear? "No, you're not really here. You can't be." He shook his head, staring at her in disbelief. She raised herself off the floor, her eyes never leaving his face, he faced him.

"I am Ben, I'm right here."

"No, no, no, you can't be. It was all Snoke, not this, it can't be." He mumbled to himself, he looked panicked, scared almost. "No, no. I killed him. This isn't happening."

"It is." She said quietly.

"NO!" he exploded "Snoke. Is dead! I killed him! There's no other way for you to be here!" Rey held her hands out to him, showing him what she was holding. She gave him a small smile, she stopped quickly when she realised that was a mistake. "You're doing this?" she nodded "You can't be, the effort … it killed Luke to do something like this." Rey shook her head.

"What Luke did, this isn't that. I'm not … not exactly sure what I'm doing, I just know that I can feel something in here" she motioned to her chest "and when I reach out to it, I find you." She looked up at him, searching his face. What she was searching for in him, she didn't know. Acceptance maybe? "It's happened before, I saw you on Crait. I thought you'd seen me too."

"I thought I'd imagined that" he said so quietly, she assumed that he hoped she wouldn't hear him, but she had. His face looked pensive for a moment before his eyes widened slightly. "You're saying you can control this now? This, what's happening?" Rey nodded at him. "By this reasoning, I should be able to control it too, yes?" She nodded again.

"I think so" she told him. He took in this information and turned away from her.

"Good." And with that, he disappeared.

Rey collapsed down on the cot, hurt and exhaustion dragging her down, she dropped Ben's things to the floor. After all the loss and triumph today, now, this moment is when she felt defeated.

Rey didn't think she would be able to sleep but the fact that she woke up on the cot with a start was evidence that she had. She didn't feel at all rested, she felt worse. Her sleep had been plagued with nightmares, his nightmares. She'd seen Luke's face as he held an ignited lightsaber over his nephew and it scared her. She saw Snoke strike his apprentice over and over with lightning demanding better and it broke her. She saw herself reaching for the blue lightsaber instead of his outstretched hand, and it pained her.

She looked around the small room, the light stinging her eyes. She'd collapsed into sleep so quickly that she hadn't turned out the room light, she even lay on top of the blanket on the cot. As she surveyed, she saw a piece of paper by the door. Stiffly, she got up from the bed and stretched. If she was going to have more bad nights like this, she was going to have to train more to keep agile. She picked up the paper which had some hastily scrawled handwriting on it.

Rey,

I hope you're in this room, this is the 4th note I've left under doors and I'm getting some weird looks. We've landed, we came to let you know but the door was locked. Sleep well and come find us when you're ready.

Dashing Resistance Hero, Poe Dameron.

Rey smiled. This wasn't something Rey was used to. Usually waking up with people looking for you was a bad thing on Jakku. Now she had people that cared about her, wanted to wake her up, know she was okay, wish her a good sleep. The Resistance was becoming her family, she cared for them, fought for them. But they could never know that she cared and fought for their greatest enemy as well.

Hang on, landed? Landed where? She backtracked herself, thinking it was probably best that she didn't know considering her attachment to the new Supreme Leader.

She rushed out the small room and down the Falcon's corridors to the main hold, it was empty. Even Chewie was nowhere to be found. She stood for a moment in the quiet ship that was only hours ago brimming with the life and hope that the Resistance had left. A loud clang shocked her out of her reverie and a pipe in the main hold popped and started spewing steam into the air. From outside the ship she heard an annoyed Wookie yell, found Chewie, she thought.

As she walked towards the opened Falcon door, her senses were overwhelmed. The sunlight was warm but not harsh the way Jakku was. The smell in the air was wet but sweet, it was the greatest smell she'd ever come across, surpassing the smell of the ocean on Ach-to. And her eyes widened painfully to take in the immense amount of colour surrounding her. There was tall trees and grass of varying shades of green, the sky and water were the brightest blue and the fields of flowers around her were full of so many colours, most of which Rey had never even seen before. Colour was a rare thing where she was from. Everything was so beautiful.

"Rey! You're awake!" Poe's voice brought her back to reality, was this reality? She wasn't sure, it seemed too good to be true. He jogged over to her smiling warmly, it was infectious and she smiled back.

"Hi, I'm looking for a dashing hero, he left me a note, have you seen one?" Poe stopped and looked puzzled.

"Uh, no. I haven't seen him but if I do, I'll be sure to tell him absolutely nothing so I can keep you to myself." He grinned at her again and she blushed slightly, only slightly.

"This place is beautiful." She replied, moving to a different topic.

"Yeah …" Poe said looking at her. He started slightly and looked around "I mean yeah, gorgeous isn't it? Can you believe that we're-" Rey held up a hand to him.

"AH! If you're going to tell me where we are, don't! Please." She softened her voice on that last word, realising how harsh she'd sounded. Poe looked confused but held up his hands.

"Okay, I won't."

"Thank you." She said. She heard commotion among the Resistance members she could see. They were happy, excited even. Hugging each other, patting each other on the back. They surrounded a man and a woman, who had their arms wrapped around each other. "What's going on?" Rey asked Poe, he followed her gaze and grinned.

"Exciting news! There's going to be a Resistance wedding!" Poe said excitedly. A wedding?

"A wedding?" Rey asked quizzically, did she think that or say it twice?

"Yeah, it's when two people are in love and they express it by-"

"I know what a wedding is, Poe." Rey glared at him. "I just didn't think that you all would care about that sort of thing. Too busy planning our next moves, attacks, hiding. Rebellion things. We're at war." Poe looked genuinely surprised.

"Rey, that's exactly why we have to think about these kind of things. Being at war all the time, leading a Rebellion, it's hard. You have to know when to stop and appreciate times like this. Friendship, love … hope." Poe bent down and picked a bright orange flower out of the grass. He handed it to Rey. She smiled at him and took it. It smelled wonderful.

"That's a very hopeful way of looking at things." She told him.

"I'm a Rebel, hope's what I do." He smirked and shrugged. She looked out at the happy crowd, allowing their joy to infect her. She needed it.

"Poe?"

"Yeah?"

"What am I supposed to do with this now?" She gestured to him with the flower.

"Uhm …" he looked at it confused. "I have absolutely no idea."

He opened his eyes slowly. He was used to the nightmares. Used to very little sleep but now it was different. She was in there and somehow, it's like he couldn't leave her there. The same nightmares had plagued him for as long as he could remember, each new traumatising encounter adding to his night time experience. He'd grown so used to them that he would wake himself up and not go back to sleep until exhaustion took him involuntarily. He hadn't felt overly tired last night until after she'd broken into his mind. He could feel her exhaustion, her mind tired from reaching out to him and when he'd cut her off, her tiredness overtook him. Going through the usual cycle of bad memories, he'd seen it all before and while they all still pained him, it was nothing compared to the blow he felt from this new memory. He stood, his hand outstretched to her, begging her. He'd never felt so weak and powerful. He was exposed, opening up to her, asking her to join him. If she took his hand, there was nothing they couldn't conquer, the Galaxy would bend to them. But her face streamed with tears and her eyes didn't reflect what he felt. His fears came to reality when she made a grab for his ex-Master's lightsaber instead of him. He was stuck, in that moment. He couldn't wake up this time. He just couldn't, he felt like if he woke up, he'd be leaving her there to deal with all his worst fears alone and he wouldn't do that to her. Instead, he slept. He took the pain.

And now, they were still connected. Opening up the would every time the Force would connect them. Although, that's not how it worked anymore, was it? She had been controlling it, reaching out to him. Projecting herself across the Galaxy should have killed her. She wasn't strong enough, Luke did it but the power it took killed him. There was only one way they could still be seeing each other but it couldn't be … he'd never heard of it happening in his lifetime. It was so rare.

He stood up from the bed, still wearing his clothes. Slept had grabbed him so suddenly, he hadn't even removed his boots. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, putting pressure on them to try and ease the pain behind them.

"What is happening?" he mumbled. In the same moment that he realised that he'd said it out loud, he felt that he wasn't alone.

"You know exactly what is happening."

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