AN: The titleidea was inspired by the song Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars-I don't own any of the lyrics, just this story.

We dance round and round the flames in front of us...

She didn't know what she was doing on this god-forsaken planet, didn't know what she was hoping to find. Perhaps she wasn't hoping to find anything more then herself. She had spent all her life in waiting, waiting for someone to claim her, waiting for belonging, waiting for purposes. And she had found all of them, as Maz had predicted, in the end. The only problem there was now, was the tension between those that gave her a purpose and the man that had claimed her.

Somehow, that word made her think of Kylo, not Ben; and that made her think about Han. Han, the closest thing she'd ever had, the closest think she'd probably ever have, to a father.

"He would have disappointed you."

His words echoed in her mind and this was the first time she allowed herself to acknowledge the possibility that he might be right. Perhaps it was because she could hear now, the words behind what he'd said.

"He disappointed me."

She felt an ache in her heart, but she didn't want to think about either of those broken men for a while, so, searching around the Millennium Falcon, she found an old gramophone. She turned it on and a slow, jazz tune started playing. Without realising, Rey started to sway to the music.

He didn't know how long he'd spent just watching her dance. It was an intoxicating view. Maybe because she was alone and free to be herself, maybe because she was simply free. He couldn't imagine it, feeling free in his father's ship, the one that had always plagued his young heart with sorrow and disappointment.

It was that, the memory of his father, that urged him to speak.

"I used to love this song." His voice, he realised, sounded nostalgic.

Rey turned around, shocked by his sudden appearance and the fact that she had not sensed him through the force. She stopped dancing and was stood awkwardly in the middle of the ship as the song kept playing.

"I used to love this ship." He carried on, his voice lower now.

"What happened?" Rey knew that was a silly question to ask, because she knew, everybody knew. And yet, she didn't know for sure and she found she desperately wanted to.

He looked at her, his gaze direct, not faltering for a second. "I buried that part of me. With Ben. With my father."

She sat down then, crossed legged on the hard surface of the ship, all of a sudden feeling too tired to stand. "I used to think I buried this place, as well." Her tone was soft, understanding. He looked at her quizzically then, as if asking why was she here now; and she answered "I guess I was wrong."

He felt it, the communion between them, their shared struggle with the past. He wasn't sure if she'd intended for him to feel that, but he did, and it had made him feel safe; safe enough that he took a seat in front of her, mimicking her position.

"Let the past die...you said that to me once," she said, he simply nodded. "What if I can't?" she asked, the same frustration he felt, now evident in her voice.

"I can show you," he offered, briefly considering to offer her his hand, but deciding against it. Then, he closed his eyes and opened his mind to her.

She felt it, the shift in the force his mind had created. She could feel his mind open up to her, could see through the thoughts in his head. She closed her eyes then, because this felt strangely intimate.

He could feel her, in his mind and in the force all around him. She was gentle, caring; her force caressing his. He didn't know what she would find, didn't know what he'd want her to find, but he allowed her to move freely within him anyway.

She traced the corners of his mind, inspecting all the sharp edges, taking her time with his memories. She wanted to build a map for his mind, one that would allow her to come back to certain places, things he's seen, felt, thought about. She soon found out his mind was a labyrinth, easy to get lost in and hard to find your way out of.

Although he knew this was a bad idea, he could now feel it in every pore of his being. The moment she had stumbled upon the memory of him killing his father, he had felt a sharp pain in his chest. It surprised him, he had thought he had dealt with that. In an instant, he pushed her our of his mind, barricading the doors on his thoughts as soon as she was out.

Rey gasped and opened her eyes, the force he had used to kick her out leaving her breathless.

His eyes were already open and he was staring her down.

"You didn't let go," she said. "You can't."

The look in his eyes made her stop; she could see a muscle moving in his clenched jaw, but he didn't say anything.

When the silence became unbearable, she asked, hesitantly, "Ben?" She watched his features morph at the sound of his own name into sadness, guilt, shame; then fear, anger, hostility.

"Ben is dead!" He spat.

And he was gone.

...dust to dust.