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


"Ben?"

She would have ignored him, but the fact that he had ignored her had made her feel uncomfortable. He was usually the one to initiate conversation, or at least acknowledge her existence.

When she had entered her quarters, after shift-change with Rose, she was alone in her quarters. She turned her attention to him sitting in a chair, facing the wall.

He completely ignored her, didn't even twitch, when she entered, despite the fact that he must have felt her presence through the force.

"Ben?" she repeated, causing him to turn sharply and face her.

The sight caused her to flinch. He looked at her as though he was looking right through her, his eyes brown, spheres of despair.

"Ben," she began apprehensively, swallowing harshly. "What's happened?"

"You don't remember," he croaked, causing her chest to ache at sheer amount of distress in his tone.

"Remember what?"

"Me."

She remained silent for a few moments, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What are you-" She trailed off, as he stood up sharply, the chair he was sitting on falling to the floor violently.

"The dreams!" As he raised his voice, Rey recoiled. "The dreams are real!"

"Ben, you're not making any sense."

"The dreams," he said it softer this time, looking at her with an intense care, that she didn't recognise. She knew he cared about her, but it had never been exposed as being as deep as it appeared now.

"They weren't dreams," he began, taking a step towards her, causing her to shake her head. "They were memories."

"That doesn't make sense," Rey replied, frowning. "I was on Jakku since I was five, until I left on the Falcon. If the dreams were true, we would've meant when I was ten. I was on Jakku for 19 years, Ben, there's no way."

"You need to remember!" He shouted, startling her, not because she saw anger, but because she could see the clear desperation in both, his tone and his face. As he took several strides towards her, she took a single one back, instinctively.

"Ben, what are you-" She attempted, as he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards him, placing his other hand on the side of her face, as he kissed her. She froze for a few seconds, before the gentleness of his touch on the side of her face caused her to relax in to it. However, the sweetness of his kiss was short-lived, as an intense throb developed in her head.

Pushing him away from her sharply, he stumbled a few steps backwards, as her eyes widened slightly and she gripped the sides of her head with her hands.

"Thank you,"

"It's that or cut it all off,"

"I'm Rey,"

"I prefer your hair down."

"Whatever you say, princess."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Stop looking at my butt!"

"Where are we going, Master Skywalker?"

She stood there panting for several minutes, her eyes staring at him in shock, before her hands rose up to cover the lower half of her face in horror.

"Rey..."

"No."

"Rey, please, let me-"

"No!"

She stumbled back, until her body hit the wall behind her, causing her to sink to her knees, as tears began streaming down her face.

It was nearly ten minutes of silence, before Rey spoke.

"I was on Jakku for eight years, not nineteen years." She said blankly. "I was abandoned when I was ten, not five. Luke found me, he sensed that I was force-sensitive, and he brought me to his temple. The others disliked me, and said cruel things, because I was practically an orphan."

"They're dead now," Kylo added, causing Rey to look up at him questioningly. "One was killed at the temple, when I destroyed it, the other I killed yesterday, after I got my memories back."

At her frown, he added the detail she was clearly confused about.

"He was a Knight of Ren."

"You were the only one who cared enough to stop them. You were my best friend." As she said the final words, she was reduced to sobs again, her hand once again coming up to cover the lower half of her face.

Without hesitation, Kylo strode towards her and collapsed to his knees, before pulling her to his chest. She resisted at first, but she soon relaxed in to his embrace.

"You were my best friend," she croaked, the pain in her tone causing the ache in his chest to deepen so intensely that he gasped, before he found himself sobbing too, clutching her tighter in his embrace.

He pulled back, but kept his arms around her, as he pressed his forehead against hers. As the sobs faded, they kept their eyes shut and focused on their breathing.

"I thought for all those years that I was waiting for my parents, for a family," opening her eyes, she looked up at him, as he copied her movements. "When I was actually waiting for you."

As another tear fell from his eyes, she reached up and wiped it away with her thumb, before caressing the side of his face with her hand.

"I thought I had never had a friend, never been loved," he whispered, bringing her head to his shoulder, stroking her hair. "But I had you."

She let out a sigh of contentment, her eyes shutting briefly.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, before she spoke.

He looked at her and for the first time, Rey saw an honest smile on his face, but it soon faded when he saw the sadness in her eyes.

"What do we do now, Ben?"

Closing his eyes again, he moved his hand from the back of her head, and embraced her tightly.

"I don't know," he spoke, his face turned in to her hair. "I honestly, don't know."