"Luke?" Rey asked. Luke opened his eyes and blinked several times. The pair sat on a wide cliff, meditating. Rather, Luke meditated and Rey remembered the voice she heard the night before in her dream, trying to remember where she heard it beforehand.

"Yes?" Luke said. He didn't seem annoyed that Rey had interrupted his meditation or that she herself hadn't been meditating, and she took that as a good sign to continue.

"Could you tell me about Force ghosts?" Rey asked. Luke nodded and sat forward, relaxing into a more casual position, and Rey did the same by uncrossing her legs and tucking her knees under her chin.

"When someone strong with the Force dies, their spirit becomes one with the Force and they continue to live after death," Luke said. "They can come back and speak to the living, give guidance, help their descendants."

"Can a person see just any ghost?" Rey asked. Luke shook his head.

"You need to have a connection to the ghost," Luke said. "If you knew them in life or if they were your family, you can see them. I can see my father, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Master Yoda, but I will never be able to meet Jedi from before I was born."

"What about visions? Are visions true?" Rey asked, thinking now of her dream. She had no family and knew no dead Jedi, but that voice. That voice wasn't her imagination, it belonged to a real man. And she had heard it before.

"Visions are trickier. Yoda's visions were clouded and unclear, and he claimed that the future was always hard to predict; and my visions are rare. The ones I've had have showed truth, but were incredibly confusing," Luke said, and then he looked to the ground as if he was thinking of something. "My father told me he suffered from visions occasionally, and that they were true for him."

Rey nodded. Luke looked up from the grass and squinted at Rey, like he was puzzling over her face. She felt no discomfort when he did this, unlike the first time Kylo Ren unmasked himself and did the same thing. Back in that interrogation room. Back when she first saw color.

"Rey, are you having visions?" Luke asked. There was no note of suspicion or caution in his tone; it was just a simple question. Like most Jedi issues Rey had faced recently, she considered lying. Visions sounded like tricky business, and she didn't want to interpret the incident at Maz Kanata's pub or the dream from the night before incorrectly.

But visions also sounded common for Jedi, and she was tired of jumping around the truth to Luke.

"Yes. I had one when I found your lightsaber at Maz's pub, and I had one last night," Rey said. "In the first one, I saw places and people I didn't know or understand, but I also saw the memory of when I was left on Jakku. I saw Kylo and the Knights of Ren and a massacre around them. And I saw you, reaching out to that R2 unit I came here with," Rey said.

"And then last night, I saw a throne room and heard someone screaming inside of it, I saw Leia talking to a young man, but he looked odd, like he was simmering. And I saw Kylo Ren, and he was angry—destroying a wall by hacking it with his lightsaber. None of it made sense," Rey said. Luke hummed and rubbed his metal hand where it fused with his flesh.

"Does any of it make sense to you, Rey?" Luke asked. Rey wanted it all to, but everything was so disjointed, full of memories and experiences that didn't belong to her.

"No, not really. I've tried to put it all together, but it all feels wrong, like I'm missing pieces," Rey admitted. Luke retreated into his own thoughts, silently murmuring words to himself. Rey tried to piece together the visions, to find if there were any pieces that fit like a puzzle, if anything was common in the two visions. And then she realized that there was a common thread.

Yes, that's where she heard the voice before.

"A voice," Rey said, confused, "spoke to me at the end of both visions. It was a man. He said my name the first time, and he told me that these were my first steps. And last night he said he was proud that I was learning quickly and to do what he failed to do. It still doesn't make sense." This, however, seemed to intrigue Luke very much, who quickly turned and looked Rey in the eyes, a sudden intensity behind them that startled Rey.

"What did he sound like? Was there anything remarkable about his voice?" Luke asked. Rey knew that Luke was onto something, and she knew that he wasn't going to tell her what he was thinking of until he was sure. It annoyed her, but she trusted him, and she trusted that he was on her side and wanted to understand the visions too.

"He sounded like me; we talk the same way," Rey said. Luke blinked and then nodded his head very slowly, as if he had solved a problem that had bothered him for a long time. The pair sat in silence, Rey puzzling over Luke's reaction.

"Luke," Rey said, "Do you have any idea what it means?"

"I have an idea, but I don't know for sure."

X

That night, Rey crept out of her cave and close to Luke's when she heard him talking. After living alone in a desert for so long, Rey's ears picked up even the softest noises. Including voices. Especially voices.

His cave was a bit down the island from hers, far enough that Rey could pretend that she was alone again if she wanted to. Under moonlight, she softly walked close to Luke's cave, stopping when she was close enough that she could make out words, but far enough away that Luke wouldn't able to sense her energy being close by. She even tested to make sure that she couldn't feel Luke's presence.

"Her visions are troubling," Luke said. "She's having visions more powerful than mine or my father's. She can see the past and places she's never been, and see people has no connection to."

"Perhaps she is connected to them and she doesn't know why," was the answer, and Rey's blood ran cold.

It was the voice. The man from her visions. He was inside the cave, speaking to Luke. If she were to enter the cave right then, she would see who it was, and maybe she would understand the visions and the colors and the feeling in her chest.

Instead, Rey remained where she was, intent on hearing everything.

"You know just as well as I do that she's not telling me everything," Luke said, and Rey slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from making a noise. Of course he knew she was hiding something—that she was lying to him.

"Without a doubt. She will tell you, though, but you have to give it time. The weight she's carrying is something that will tear her apart if she doesn't share it with someone," the man said. Rey's breathing quickened, and she began to shake. The feeling in her chest, she realized, was whatever weight they were talking about.

And they were right. It would tear her apart.

"What do you think it is?" Luke asked, and there was no reply for a long few moments. Rey thought they must have heard her, and that she was caught and to be punished for eavesdropping. The traders at the outpost would have done that. Hell, she'd seen ears removed for eavesdropping on the wrong deal.

"I have some ideas, but I need to think more on them and find more information. You need to keep training her. I will speak to her sometime in the future, just not right away. She's our last hope, much like I was, and then you were," the voice said. Luke laughed once.

"You never met Leia—she believed you were the end all, be all hope. I think that she always will, especially after you told her about Anakin. But I will train her, you have my word," Luke said.

Rey snuck back to her cave and didn't fall asleep until colors bled onto the early morning sky.

X

It was Luke's turn to cook breakfast. He sat over a large pan and cooked silently; he did most things silently, after so many years of being on his own. Sometimes if Rey didn't come into his line of sight before speaking he would jump at the sound of her voice.

Rey sat down directly across from Luke and waited until he looked up from cooking to speak. She wasn't exactly sure what to ask Luke, but she was going to ask something, else she wait in silence until Luke got around to explaining things to her. Which would really take some time, judging by what she heard the previous night.

"Who were you talking to last night?" Rey asked, ignoring the fact that she internally winced at her own bluntness. Luke raised an eyebrow and prodded the food in the pan.

"I thought I felt your presence nearby. You'd make a good assassin," Luke said. "I was speaking to an old friend of mine, a Force ghost. He died a long, long time ago, when I was about your age. Though, he's said that he died before that, when my father fell to the Dark side. Death always seemed to be unimportant to Jedi."

It wasn't an answer Rey was looking for, but she learned early on that sometimes, to get the right answer from Luke, she needed to ask several questions. She nodded, and asked, "Who was he?"

"My first Jedi Master, Obi Wan Kenobi," Luke said, smiling. "He trained my father before me, and he has always been with me to give counsel when I needed him. He was a good man."

She knew who Obi Wan Kenobi was as Luke mentioned him frequently. He seemed to be in most every story he told her, and he also repeated old advice he had received from Kenobi. He seemed more like a legend than a real man, but then again, Rey had thought the same about Luke for most of her life. And she heard Kenobi, both in her vision and as a Ghost.

"Why did I hear Obi Wan in my dreams?"

Luke looked incredibly uncomfortable. He mumbled something about needing rest and that breakfast was getting close to finishing, and Rey rolled her eyes.

"Luke, I know you know why I hear him," Rey said. "Please, just be open with me about this. Don't hide secrets about me. You dealt with so many secrets being hidden from you all your life, don't do the same to me."

It seemed to pain Luke to turn and meet Rey's eyes. He fiddled with his mechanical hand and pursed his lips.

Rey thought she knew the answer, she thought she knew why Luke was so unprepared to answer this question. She just couldn't let herself believe it, because there was no way it could ever be true. She would bet everything on her guess, which passed through her mind unbidden, to be completely wrong.

"He's your grandfather," Luke said at last.

But Rey was right.

For a moment she felt numb, completely shocked. She couldn't feel the ground beneath her or the Force around her. She heard her heartbeat and breath, but she couldn't hear Luke as he mouthed her name.

Grandfather.

Family.

Rey had a family. She was a granddaughter of Obi Wan Kenobi. She was a Kenobi. Rey Kenobi. Rey Kenobi. Her name sounded weird with the surname added to it. But that was her last name. Her family's name.

Then she felt pure joy fill her body, and she was grinning, covering her smile with her hands and laughing. This threw Luke off guard, as his face was lined with worry and concern. He was reaching out to her with his human hand, looking as if to comfort her. Rey realized that he thought she would be devastated, angry, or confused. Not excited and joyous.

"I have a family!" Rey laughed. "I'm a bloody Kenobi!" She was elated, over the world, feeling like a bright sun exploded in her chest.

"Yes, a Kenobi," Luke said, allowing himself a smile. "I don't know who your grandmother or parents were, but maybe Obi Wan could tell you that sometime." Even though she was disappointed that her immediate family was still a mystery, she still felt jubilant at the thought that she had a family and a linage to trace.

She was Rey Kenobi, granddaughter of Master Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi, and she quite liked the sound of that.

"How can I speak to him? How do you talk to him? I know he said last night that he would speak to me soon, but I don't entirely have the patience to wait. I just have so many questions," Rey said, now leaning close to the fire in her eagerness. Luke shrugged and tended to breakfast.

"Ghosts are tricky beings. They come to you when they want to, not when you want. You can beg and plead, but a Ghost won't appear to you until they wish to. It's pretty annoying," Luke said. "But I'm sure Obi Wan will appear to you soon, now that you know he's your grandfather."

A million questions swam through Rey's head: Why has he never spoken to me face to face? Who are my parents? Who left me on Jakku?

Why can I see colors?

But Rey put these thoughts out of her mind and instead focused on one thing: she had a family.

She was Rey Kenobi.

A/N: Hello everyone, sorry about the delay! This past week has been super crazy, but I have two chapters in the final editing stages so you won't hve to wait long for another update. Thanks for reading.