Author's Note: I do not own Star Wars!

As Master Skywalker returned to his temple, he felt guilt rise within him. He had taken Rey to Jakku, a far away, scavenging planet, with false memories, which would cause her to believe that she had been there since the age of five, due to being abandoned of her parents, with no knowledge of the force, only her hair style and her staff being the remaining aspects of her true childhood. With Rey being on a planet that Kylo would never have a reason to visit, their memories would be safely hidden within their minds. With no knowledge of each other, the force bond that they were already unaware of, would remain hibernated, and would only be awoken once they were physically reunited, which would allow their memories to return.

Luke had seen the friendship between his nephew and Rey grow, over the past six years. They were both powerful with the force, and together, they could be unstoppable. He could feel the shifts in the force with them, more so among Ben. With Rey being the only thing keeping him from falling to the dark side, Luke had seen that the light within Ben was weak, so he intended to remove them from one another, so that he could minimise the sheer power that caused the fear within him.

It was not the logical choice, but he was not certain that should Ben fall to the darkness, Rey would not follow him. They were so attached, that should both fall, they would be an unstoppable force that would rule the galaxy. He had seen, first hand, what that sheer amount of darkness could do to the world, at the will of his own father, Anakin. It had caused an uncontrollable fear within him, which had to be dealt with no matter the cost. Even though there was a high chance that Ben would fall to the darkness, it was safer than both of them falling together.

"I can't let the galaxy fall to the darkness again," Luke thought to himself, trying to will himself to finish what he had started, despite the risk it posed to his nephew. "We wouldn't survive against both of them."

As he reached his nephew's tent, he stepped inside cautiously. As he lay in his cot, Luke could only whisper.

"I am sorry, Ben."

Reaching out with a trembling hand, the force guided him in to his nephew's mind. He saw that his mind was consumed with darkness, with a simple ball of light floating amongst it.

Rey, the master had thought.

As he had done with Rey, earlier that day, he began to suppress the memories, replacing them with different ones, ones where Rey never existed to Ben. Before completion, his nephew stirred awake, Luke's mind returned to reality, only to find that his hand was holding his activated lightsaber. Upon viewing the ever-consuming darkness within his nephew, his first instinct had been to end the problem.

As the disgust and shame flowed through the Jedi Master, his nephew looked at him with shock.

"Where's Rey?" He asked, some of his most recent memories still accessible.

Luke stayed silent, and reached out to finish his work before Ben could stop him. For a moment, Ben looked as though he wanted to scream, before his face morphed in to betrayal.

Once the memory suppression and replacement was complete, Ben looked at his uncle who stood over him, with his lightsaber drawn. The betrayal on his face deepened in to anger, as he believed him to be attempting to kill him, an assumption that had been momentarily subconsciously true.

With his last speck of light removed, Ben's anger bubbled to the surface and exploded violently, leaving his uncle to climb out of a pile of rubble to the sight of his temple engulfed in flames.

Kylo bolted upright, from where he lay on his bed. He was panting, a sheer layer of sweat coating his skin. Clutching his chest, he attempted to slow his breathing, before the dull ache in his head began to throb intensely.

Letting out an anguished groan, he stumbled off the bed, towards the attached bathroom.

After splashing some cold water on his face, he chose to gulp down five consecutive mouthfuls of it. Sighing again, he looked up at his hands, to see them trembling as they gripped the side of the sink, causing it to vibrate up his arms and through his entire body.

He looked up towards the mirror, and the second he saw his eyes, the full force of the dream hit him.

It wasn't a dream, he thought. It was a memory.

At the realisation, all of the memories, which he had thought were dreams, hit him, making themselves known in his brain. At the sudden rush of emotions, Kylo punched the mirror in front of him, causing blood to coat his knuckles, as shards of glass fell in to the sink in front of him.

Letting out a howl of anger, tears began to stream down his face.

She had been his best friend.

He had loved her.

He loved Rey.

"Supreme Leader," Hux greeted, as he entered the bridge.

At the observation window stood the six Knights of Ren, turning to face him as soon as he entered. Once he approached them, he looked at each of them in turn.

"You should be training," He started. "We are at war, brothers."

Nodding in his direction, they strode from the bridge, with the intention of going to the training room.

"Apart from you, Logan Ren," Kylo called out. "I wish to speak with you."

A single knight aborted his movements, as the other four continued without hesitation.

Turning and striding off of the bridge, Kylo beckoned him to follow with a gesture of his gloved hand.

"May I inquire as to what you wish to discuss, Master Ren?"

"Do you remember Skywalker's temple?"

Logan hesitated for a few seconds, his mind cycling through the memories.

"Somewhat," he answered, to which Kylo nodded.

"Do you remember a young Padawan called Rey?"

Logan froze his steps, standing there in shock, which Kylo surmised, due to the helmet covering his face.

After a few moments, Logan continued walking, before answering.

"I do not, Master Ren."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Kylo stopped walking, but kept both his body and his face turned forwards.

"Do not lie to me, Logan." He said strictly.

"I am n-" His was speech was cut off, as Kylo used the force to lift his feet of the ground and choked him, in the middle of the corridor, causing several stormtroopers to retreat.

"Do not lie," Kylo spoke severely. "You bullied her when she was no more than ten."

Letting go, Logan collapsed against the wall, his knees nearly buckling beneath him.

"I presumed she was dead," he began. "You never spoke of her again, after the temple."

At Kylo's silence, he continued.

"I assumed that she did not wish to join us, there was too much light in her," He continued. "It was only logical to presume that you ended her, due to her disloyalty."

At the thought of himself being responsible for Rey's death, he pulled his lightsaber from his belt, activating it, causing it to buzz in the silence of the corridor. The red glow reflected on Logan's mask, as he instinctively attempted to grab his lightsaber. Kylo raised his arm, and brought the lightsaber across Logan's face, causing him to slump to the ground, the crevice in his helmet exposing the flesh beneath.

"If your master chooses execution, you take it with honour," Kylo spoke towards the corpse at his feet. "By attempting to fight back, you disrespect me, and the Knights of Ren."

As he continued down the corridor, he took one last look back at Logan.

For Rey.