"Rey," the voice greeted.

Rey felt a pleasant warmth spread through her body. Growing up on Jakku and waiting for family that never returned made her grateful for what family she did have. Although he was just a Force Ghost, Obi-Wan did try to make up for her lack of family.

"Grandfather," she greeted in return. "How are you?"

"Better than you, dear one," he replied. "Why don't you open your eyes?"

"I am merely savouring the moment," Rey said. "It's not every day that you come and talk to me."

Rey cracked open her eye just a bit. Even in his bluish glow, she could see that she had made Obi-Wan blush a bit.

"You know what the Code says about attachment, Rey," Obi-Wan said, trying to save face.

"Master Luke says that the Code needed revision," Rey pointed out.

"Young Luke had been listening too much to his father," Obi-Wan sighed. "There is a reason why every Padawan should only have one Master."

"Grandfather?" Rey asked, fully opening her eyes.

"Nothing," he replied. "Luke is right. The Code did need revisions. It was love that led to Anakin's fall, and yet it was love that saved him. Not all attachment would lead to the Dark Side."

"Grandfather," Rey murmured.

She saw that the past bothered him, although he would always claim that the past had no hold on him. People who knew that she was the General Kenobi's granddaughter looked at her with more awe than those who just knew her as Rey the Jedi.

She didn't like the extra attention, so she never played up the fact that she was technically a Kenobi.

"I was weak," Obi-Wan admitted. Then he smiled at her. "I am proud of you granddaughter."

"Sir?"

"You were in despair and you did not give into it," Obi-Wan pointed out. "You were angry, but it did not consume you."

"Oh that," Rey wasn't proud of what happened on Ryukk. "I had help."

"I saw," Obi-Wan gave her a knowing look. "Young Ben Solo?"

"He was just helping," Rey said, blushing for no reason she could explain. "It was nice of him."

"Quite," Obi-Wan nodded. "Han named him after me you know."

"You?" Rey asked. Ben was a bit far from Obi-Wan, in her opinion.

"Yes," Obi-Wan explained. "It had something to do with me being the reason that he got involved in the war, hence, the reason why he met Leia."

"So without you, Ben wouldn't exist?" Rey said. "That's a lot to think about."

"Not necessarily," Obi-Wan said. "The Force works in mysterious ways. Ben Solo was meant to come into being, with or without my presence. It just so happens that in this reality, I was involved in his parents' first meeting."

Rey nodded, not quite certain how to respond to that. Obi-Wan just gave her a smile.

"Grandfather," she started. "About what happened on Ryukk. Kira and Elliot. Was there something that I could have done?"

Obi-Wan studied her face. She hoped that he had an answer. He almost always had an answer. She had no idea if he had always been that way, or if it was because he was connected to the Force in such a way. If he knew of a solution, of a way to prevent that from happening, she wanted to know as well.

She would not lose a student that way.

"No," Obi-Wan shook his head. "The younger one, Elliot, was beyond anyone's help. Kira had utilised the Dark Side of the Force. There is no going back from that."

"But, Ben…" she paused. "Ben had been using the Dark Side when he was Kylo Ren, yet when I feel his Force Signature… I don't feel the same thing I felt with Kira."

"Interesting," Obi-Wan remarked. "I've heard of Grey Jedi. I've even met some of them. People would argue that my own Master, Qui-Gon, had been one. But I only know the theoretical aspect of this path."

Obi-Wan paused and tilted his head to the side, as if he was listening to someone that only he could hear. Rey knew that there had been other Force Ghosts, but the only one she ever met was her grandfather. Obi-Wan chuckled at what her heard.

"I'm sorry for that," Obi-Wan said as he gave her his full attention. "There are just some jokes that couldn't wait, apparently, not even for Force beings such as ourselves."

"Was it him?" Rey inquired. "Was it Darth Vader?"

Obi-Wan gave her a sad smile.

"He doesn't like to be called by that name," Obi-Wan said, but Rey could here the reprimand. Her grandfather was a bit protective of the other man. "But yes, it was Anakin."

"Why doesn't he ever show himself?" Rey asked.

"He is trying to return to the Force," he explained. "It has been a long time since he wanted to do so. But there are some things that he cannot let go of, as of yet."

"I see," Rey replied. "And you Grandfather? Will you return to the Force?"

"Perhaps," Obi-Wan said. "But I cannot do so until Anakin does. I abandoned him once, I will not do so a second time. I'm afraid that until then, you will be stuck with me, Young Rey."

"I don't mind," Rey smiled at him. "I enjoy having a doting grandparent."

"And I enjoy our little talks as well," Obi-Wan returned the smile. "However, your manners are quite appalling. You have a guest, and yet you have offered no refreshments."

"I grew up in a desert," Rey pointed out. "As a scavenger. I didn't really have that many guests."

"Ah yes," Obi-Wan pursed his lips. "I've heard that excuse before."

He chuckled and pretty soon, Rey followed suit. There was just something charismatic about her grandfather.

"Very well Grandfather," she said as soon as her laughter subsided. "Do you want some tea?"

"That's better," Obi-Wan commended. "Quite civilised of you to offer tea. But alas I cannot drink it. So no, but thank you Rey."

Rey smiled as she listened to Obi-Wan talk about the old Jedi Order. He paused here and there and corrected himself. Rey knew that Anakin was helping with this lesson. She wondered about the duo and how much of a force to be reckoned with, no pun intended, the two were when they were friends.

"Grandfather?" Rey interrupted Obi-Wan, who was talking about gundarks for some reason.

"Yes Rey?"

"Can you tell me a story about your adventures with Anakin?" she asked. "I want to know who he was. All I've ever heard about was Darth Vader."

"Of course Rey," Obi-Wan smiled at her. "Let me tell you about the time Anakin and I were off on a mission in…"

Rey listened and let the words flow through her. Obi-Wan believed in the goodness of Anakin Skywalker. Master Luke did too.

But she needed to understand who he was, not just the Hero Without Fear, but the real Anakin Skywalker. The one Ben seemed to be in awe of. The one he had been trying to emulate.

To understand Ben Solo, Rey would have to understand Anakin. Who better to explain it to her than the man who trained him?

And she needed to understand Ben Solo. She thought she knew who he was, but his recent actions proved otherwise. He was a mystery, and she wanted to solve it.

Ben wandered to the hangar after he had a bath in the 'fresher. His whole body ached from all the hits he took from Rey. It might have seemed like a good idea to let her hit him, but hindsight is 20/20 and his body was very much regretting things.

Yet, he couldn't help but feel pleased that he had helped her.

He let his feet lead him to his destination. The Millenium Falcon sat in its place in the hangar, looking for all intents and purposes, like an old ship that needed to be sold for scraps.

Ben sighed as he took it in. He knew that his father would never sell the old girl. One of these days, it would probably blow up. Ben hoped that if it did, it wouldn't have his father or Chewie on board.

He entered the ship, dragging his hand across the wall as he did. He had a lot of good memories on the Falcon, and he loved it, despite it being a death trap.

"Father?" he called out, not really knowing what else to do.

His feet led him here, he believed that the Force had something to do with that as well.

"In here Ben!"

Ben followed his father's voice. He figured that Han was probably fixing something or another. The Falcon seemed to always need tune ups these days.

He was right. He found Han tinkering under the console in the cockpit. Chewie was nowhere to be found.

"Hello Father," Ben greeted.

"Ben," Han replied, not even emerging from underneath the console. "What brings you here?"

"My feet," Ben blurted out.

"Your feet?" Han asked, pausing to say that. "Why did your feet bring you here?"

"I don't know," Ben admitted. "Do I need a reason to see my old man?"

"I guess not," Han chuckled. "Hand me that spanner, will you?"

Ben crouched down and grabbed the spanner from the toolbox. He didn't like tinkering with electronics, not in the way his uncle and his father did. As much as he hated to admit it, he was more Leia's son than Han's.

Then again, whenever his parents fought, he would be left with his mother, so it wasn't really a surprise that he turned out to be more like her.

Ben hissed as his muscles protested his position. Han slid out a bit and gave him a look.

"You okay Ben?" Han asked.

"Fine," Ben replied.

"You don't sound fine," Han said, getting up. "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine Father," Ben said, shrugging off the hand Han put on his shoulder. "Just some sparring injuries."

"Sparring?" Han asked. "I thought Luke was stuck in trade talks?"

"He is," Ben nodded. "I sparred with Rey."

"Is that what you're calling it these days?" Han teased. At Ben's offended look he backed down. "So you sparred with Rey?"

"More like I let her hit me," Ben admitted. "She needed it."

"And you just so happened to be where she was?" Han smirked.

"I offered."

"Really now?" Han gave his son an amused look. "I see."

Han slid back under the console and continued what he was doing. Ben was puzzled with his father's reaction.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"What was what about?" Han replied. "Hand me the tape."

"That," Ben said, giving his father the green tape that he knew was needed. "That conversation."

"I have no idea what you're talking about son."

Ben sighed as Han continued working on the Falcon. While Han was the straightforward parent, since Leia was a politician and politicians tended to mince words, there were times when the smuggler could be as cryptic as she was.

Ben stayed as Han fixed the Falcon. It felt nice to be helping his father with the ship again. It reminded him of those moments when he was a child and all was well.

Ben smiled. It was good to be home.

Luke cleared his portion of that table as another meeting came to a close. He sighed as he gathered up the papers in front of him. He hated political meetings. There was a reason that Jedi held themselves separate from other governing bodies, and Luke had a feeling that it had something to do with all the paper work involved.

Luke hated paper work.

Still, he did his duty. He couldn't wait for the day when he could foist off all of the drudge work to Rey or Ben. His father had told him stories of how the Old Jedi Council had worked, supplemented here and there by comments from Old Ben. Back then there had been enough Jedi that Master Yoda didn't have to deal with much paper work, just a signature here and there.

Luke gave off a small chuckle. It would be years before he could rebuild the order to what it was. He wasn't even certain that he would live to see it rebuilt. With Rey and Ben though, it seemed that the future of the Jedi was secure.

"Credit for your thoughts?" Leia said, noting his amused look. "The meeting this afternoon wasn't that entertaining."

It wasn't. It had actually been more boring trade talks about fresh food sources and preservation facilities. Luke had no idea why he was required to sit in on those talks. Leia assured him that the talks were winding down, and that he could leave to establish the school soon, but with the on-going back and forth of the different star systems, Luke had his doubts.

"It's nothing," Luke replied. "Just some thoughts about the future."

"Good thoughts then?" Leia smiled.

"Good enough," Luke nodded.

"Great," Leia commented. "I have a surprise for you."

"Really?" Luke cocked an eyebrow, a trick he learned from Obi-Wan.

"Really," Leia nodded. "If you'll follow me?"

Luke got up and followed Leia out of the room, leaving the papers on his desk. She led him through the base, winding through the hallways and making it towards the designated guest quarters where the diplomats were housed.

"Leia?" Luke asked, hoping that her 'surprise' wasn't a continuation of trade talks.

"Trust me," she said, stopping in front of a door.

He did. There was nobody he trusted more in the universe than Leia.

Luke waited patiently as she knocked on the door and waited for a faint 'enter' before the door slid open. Leia beckoned him to follow her inside.

The room was just like any other guest room on base. These were hastily constructed to house the diplomats who came in after the fall of the First Order. They were sparse, offering only the basic comforts. Most of the other diplomats had probably complained about the accommodations and wondered why these talks weren't being held in Coruscant, but Leia had put her foot down on that.

Diplomats had no idea what it took to win a war. Having them see first-hand what the base looked like and how hard the troops were working, even after the war was over, opened some of them to the harsh reality of war.

There were still those heartless enough to disregard the sacrifices that the members of the Resistance went through just to bring peace to the Republic, but they were, thankfully, a minority.

Inside, an adult Togruta stood to greet them.

"General Organa, Master Skywalker," she said as she bowed to them. "Thank you for taking the time to meet with me."

"Luke," Leia said. "This is Atara Tano. She was very insistent on meeting you."

"The pleasure is mine," Luke replied, using all his charm.

"Please sit," Atara gestured to the couch across from her. "I have much to discuss."

"I must admit," Luke said as he took a seat. "I am curious as to why Leia brought me here. She didn't give me much of an explanation."

Luke gave his twin a look. Leia just shrugged at him, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"It's my fault," Atara said. "I asked for secrecy."

"Oh?" Luke asked, leaning forward. "Do continue."

"Where I come from, the Jedi are all a myth," Atara explained. "Powers such as theirs, laserswords, those are the stuff of legend and stories."

Luke nodded. It was a fairly common belief across the galaxy. The Jedi have been gone too long. They had passed onto the realm of fiction, rather than fact. The Empire had ensured it.

"But to me, the Jedi were real," Atara continued. "They weren't just characters in a story. To me they were real people. My mother was one of them once, she had fought alongside the Hero Without Fear and the Negotiator."

"Really?" Luke asked, intrigued. "What was her name? How did she survive?"

"She left the Order a few years before the Republic fell," Atara replied. "Her name was Ahsoka Tano, and she was Anakin Skywalker's Padawan."

I am so sorry I took so long to update this. But here it is!
Oh and, duh, of course this is a Rey Kenobi thing. lol. I just love Obi-Wan.
Oooh, Ahsoka's kid! I didn't really like her at first, but Ahsoka grew on me a bit.

omg. I broke the 30k words mark without acknowledging it. O.O I didn't even know I could write this much, and Ben and Rey still aren't a couple!

As always, reviews are very much appreciated. ^.^