Hey guys, next chapter. I forgot a key plot point when I submitted the first chapter at first. That's why you don't write at 2 am. I fixed it the next morning, but if you read the first chapter before that just know that Kylo Ren killed "some guy named Skywalker" to be initiated. I can't believe I forgot that, but yeah. You know that now. Anyways, here is the next chapter, hopefully it will be a little better and I won't forget something. My outline for the story is really discombobulated, so here goes. And also I suck. Because this is two weeks between updates, but I got a new job and have been working like 60 hours a week so bleh, but my schedule will be more consistent now so every Friday or Saturday should have a new chapter, so here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Disney does.

Finn awoke with a start. His vision was blurred after the beating he had taken. The events of his 'initiation' were ever present in his mind. He wished that with his major head trauma Finn wouldn't have remembered what happened, but he was the first person who was unlucky to not have memory loss. Lucky him. He knew he'd have to make up for his failure to the First Order and Kylo Ren, but ultimately he didn't really care anymore. He didn't want to kill for those armored maniacs. That wasn't him.

"Someone doesn't like you very much do they?" Finn nearly jumped out of his bed and awoke from his near dream-like stupor. Finn quickly looked side to side and was greeted with the view of a young girl sitting next to him on a stool; apparently he was lying in a bed, but this definitely wasn't Kylo Ren's house and he had definitely never seen this girl before. He began taking account of his surroundings and found himself to be in a large room filled with bunk beds, each filled with a different person. It was obviously night out. Even in Finn's delirious state he could see that everyone was sleeping besides this girl and himself as well as that it was pitch black outside and in the room besides a single candle next to his bed.

"Then again, you clearly aren't Mr. Friendly and Talkative. No wonder someone didn't like you. You have a name?" the girl dismissively asked in a clearly British accent. Had the First Order shipped him to England without him even knowing? The punishment for failing initiation was a lot harsher than Finn had ever expected.

Finn groaned and began to sit up. "Where am I" he struggled to say. He hadn't realized the severity of his all-encompassing head-ache until then. He couldn't even think straight, let alone formulate a proper sentence.

The girl quickly jumped up and eased Finn's head. "The mystery boy can talk. Don't get up so fast. You've been hit in the head pretty badly, not to mention all your other injuries." Finn looked down his body and noticed both his right leg and left arm were braced. He lifted his blanket and saw his torso was completely black and blue and covered in fresh scars. Finn had never been hurt like this before. Still examining his injuries he struggled to speak asking "What's going on? Who are you? And why the hell am I in England?"

The girl laughed out loud. "You're not in England. I'm just from there. People can have accents wherever they are dumbass. You still haven't told me your name mystery boy." She giggled.

"I'm not a mystery boy. My name is Finn. Just tell me what's going on." Finn finally looked up and saw the girl sitting before him. She was beautiful. Her brown hair tied back in 3 buns; she smiled with a smile he had never seen before. Even the small snorts she made as she continued giggling were adorable. Finn had never seen a girl as adorable as she was. He was in the presence of an angel. He lost himself in her brown eyes and began dumbly saying "uhhhhh" as his mind could process little else in its poor condition.

Her face went blank when she noticed his staring. She quickly receded into her chair and started pulling on her buns, probably a nervous habit from anxiety (he had seen it a lot). "What are you looking at? What's wrong? If you're just gonna be like every other asshole here and make fun of me, then you can heal yourself for all I care." She quickly got up and began to storm off, clearly embarrassed, her facing turning red.

With the most force he could muster and surprising even himself Finn commanded "No. Don't. I was just… it doesn't matter. Nothing's wrong. I just… never mind. What's going on? I told you my name. Now you have to tell me what's going on… mystery girl." Finn smirked at his own cleverness.

The girl spun around and stared at him with a deeply accusatory glare, but quickly began smiling. She seemed to be a ball of joy; she looked far better with a smile on her face, it seemed natural. Yet, her frown lines told a far different story. Even at her clearly young age (she seemed to be about as old as Finn), she seemed to be aged from experience and to have constantly maintained a face of worry… just like Finn.

"My name is Rey, Rey Skywalker. You aren't in England, you're still in Jakku city. But I'm not the one who needs to give answers. You showed up here half dead with no one around and no explanation. Where are your parents?" the girl, now Rey, questioned with a look of longing in her eyes.

"I don't have any parents… they died a long time ago."

"Well I guess you're in luck. Well. As much luck as you can have when you're an orphan. This is the Solo Orphanage, home of many of the orphans of our dear city, as well as yours truly." She replied with great sarcasm; she clearly scorned being an orphan. "How'd you get beaten up and where are we supposed to return you to?"

Finn's mind raced. As much as it could, his head ache was splitting. He had been with a gang, one of the most notorious in the city. He couldn't tell people that, especially not someone like Rey. He didn't know why he thought that last part. What did he care if this random girl knew and what would she care if he was in a gang? She is an orphan too. She knows how it is. But there was just something about her that told him that she couldn't know. That she couldn't understand.

"Uhhhh… I got mugged. I don't really have anywhere to go. I've been living on the streets by myself" Finn responded.

"Well. I can't speak for Han and Leia, but I'm sure you can stay here. We're always willing to take more people in." She turned around and grabbed something from behind her.

"Here. Drink this. Cocoa always makes me feel better whenever I'm sad or hurt" Rey said handing a mug to Finn. They sat in silence for several moments with Finn sipping on the hot chocolate and taking in his surroundings. For an orphanage, the place didn't look to bad. It was warm and cozy and actually didn't seem very crowded. In his entire time there, the only one Finn had noticed was Rey. Though that may be for other reasons, she was radiant. Not just in appearance, but in personality and gravitas. There was something about her. She was automatically the center of Finn's attention. Her smile was beautiful and her laugh adorable. Her very presence made Finn cheer up after the terrible night he had had. His life had actually fallen apart around him, but with her… he was alright.

Finn jumped back to reality, noticing that he had been deeply lost in thought. Rey was awkwardly staring at him, seemingly completely on edge. Her eyes were wild with apprehension. Finn could obviously tell she had anxiety problems, but that's to be expected, when she has probably grown up moving from orphanage to orphanage. Even in the short time he had known, he had seen this look several times and he wanted it gone more than anything else in the world. "So tell me about yourself Rey, lets hear it all" Finn finally asked.

Rey immediately perked up and smiled that brilliant smile, making Finn warm inside. "Well that might actually take a while. I guess we can just start at…"

Rey and Finn talked for hours, mostly about her life. When she finally stopped Finn began to doze off, the pain throughout his body too great to want to deal with any longer. He groaned when he finally rolled over, his entire body in pain from the injuries that he had nearly forgotten about. He laid in silence for several minutes waiting for his mind to clear, until he felt a presence above his head.

"A kiss always makes it feel better" Finn heard, then he felt a soft pressure upon his head and warmth spread through his entire body. He waited several seconds after the kiss had ended and opened his eyes to see Rey walking away from him. Rey Skywalker. Even now he knew she was gonna be important, maybe the love he had always wanted. With this last thought, Finn finally began drifting off to sleep… wait… skywalker. Finn knew that name… Crap.