***Author's Note***

Hello, hello, dear readers! I'm so sorry that it took me this long to upload a new chapter. I've been suffering from the dreaded Writer's Block this week, but I finally broke through, and the chapter stopped fighting me. Pretty long one today, and lots of plot and twistiness, but we start out with some nice lemony goodness! Enjoy!

Ben woke in the morning with an aching head and sore eyes. He shifted against Rey's chest, and she pulled him closer. "Good morning," she mumbled. "I didn't want to wake you. You needed your rest. How did you sleep?"

"Silently," Ben grunted. "I thought for sure I'd have nightmares, but nothing. Thank the Powers."

"Do you want to go get breakfast?"

"Do you count as breakfast?" He teased, as he crawled on top of her. Rey giggled as he nuzzled her neck and sighed as his hand found her breast. He slid down her curves, trailing kisses all the way, making her back arch as she sighed with pleasure. His thumbs traced circles on her sensitive nipples, and she moaned. She gripped his hair as he began to lap at her center, and pressed him to her, urging him to delve deeper. He obliged, reveling in the taste of her, the smell of her. He gasped as she pressed her knee gently to his hardening member. Ben got to his knees as Rey took his manhood into her hand and began to stroke it. While he knelt on the bed, Rey crawled to him slowly. She watched as a hungry gleam came into his eyes, and he watched her possessively, growing harder as she crawled. At last, she reached him and rose over his erection, pausing for a moment to watch the greed spring into his eyes. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, and he groaned in pleasure. Ben wrapped his arms around her, tracing her scar reverently. She worked her hips, taking him deeper into her; Ben lifted his hips to match her rhythm. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back on the bed, shaking her head. She lifted up again, tangling her hands in her hair. She rocked her hips, driving both of them into madness. Faster and faster she rocked, causing Ben to cry out her name in ecstasy. Just as they could take no bore, Ben sat quickly up, holding Rey to him tightly, pounding his length into her as they shuddered into an orgasm. It ripped through them, and they both cried out. Gently, they laid each other back down on the bed, panting.

After a few long moments, Ben lifted himself off of Rey, drawing up to his knees. He looked down at her; her eyes were still soft, her hair rumpled, and her skin still flushed from exertion. His heart warmed as he looked at her.

"What?" She asked.

Ben smiled. "Nothing," he said. "I was just thinking how beautiful you look lying there."

Rey rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Yeah, until I roll over."

Ben narrowed his eyes. "Alright, then. Roll over." Rey sputtered. "You heard me, woman. Roll over." She did as he asked, and he positioned himself with one knee on either side of her hips. He placed his hands at the base of her neck, and gently ran his fingertips down the length of her spine. Rey shivered in response; Ben continued tracing her back, moving his fingertips along the base of her back to her hips. Here, his left hand paused, while his right lightly brushed her scar. This tips of his fingers danced over the scar, all the way up to her left shoulder. He leaned down, and kissed her scar where it met the middle of her back.

"Roll over," he said, lifting up again, but still straddling her. She complied, and he leaned close again. Ben lifted her right hand and traced her fingers across the scar on his face that she had given him, resting her hand on his neck. "See? Now we match. We're not so different now, my Light." Ben smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of Rey's eyes before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Rey wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself so she could kiss Ben's forehead, then his scar, and finally his lips, in a gesture that had become a pleasant, comforting routine. "Thank you, Ben. I love you."

"We should get dressed," Ben said regretfully. Rey nodded her agreement. They had just finished putting on their robes when Ben turned and calmly said, "Hello, Father. It's been awhile."

Rey turned with a startled "Gah!"

"Hey, Kids. I'm sure you have a few...choice words for me."

Ben sighed. "I thought I would. How long have you known about Padme?"

Han stared sadly at his son. "I knew the first time I appeared to you. I couldn't tell you. You had to find out on your own; I'm sorry, Ben. Are you angry with me?"

Ben rubbed the fingers of his cybernetic hand together thoughtfully. "Angry? No, Father. I'm not angry. I was at first, but I think I understand why you couldn't tell me. Things had to happen exactly as they did, in the order that they did, or I would not have possessed the strength to remain in the Light. I would have rejoined her, and we would be back at square one."

Han smiled proudly at his son. "That's exactly right. You seem to be having a positive effect on him, Rey. You've become more thoughtful since you let Rey in. Now; there are some things we need to discuss. Reaching out to Padme; that was brave, and a good move, besides. I know it didn't go very well the first time, but I think you need to try again. She may still be able to be saved. You Uncle would probably agree."

Ben nodded, "That makes sense. It could be that it won't happen all at once, like a stone dropped into a lake."

"What about the Force-Sensitives? They need training, especially the younglings; Luke can't handle it all alone anymore. He'll need your help."

"I'd already thought of that," Rey put in. "I thought we'd offer our assistance; what do you think, Ben? It could also show them that the only ways aren't the Jedi or the Sith. There's a middle road."

Ben smiled, "It would seem our thoughts are of an accord. I was going to ask you this morning. Luke is stoic, but he will have an adjustment period while he gets used to being blind, and using the Force to see."

Han nodded in satisfaction. "That's good, but it begs the question: what are you going to call yourselves? You can't go around calling yourselves 'Force-Users'. You need some sort of title."

Rey grinned, "Actually, I've been thinking about that, too. Why don't we call ourselves the 'Neutral Order'? Meaning neither Jedi nor Sith, not our affiliation with the Force."

Ben thought for a moment, "I actually like the sound of that. Well, then; we'll help Luke train the Force-Sensitives. Who knows how many new Sensitives we may have among the refugees."

Han frowned thoughtfully, "There's every possibility that the First Order has sneaked spies in with the refugees, Ben."

Ben nodded, "That had occurred to me. I'll just have to keep an eye out. I'll go over it with Mother; see if she has any ideas."

Han looked down, "How is she doing, by the way?"

Ben laughed, "You don't need to worry about her, Father. She's found companionship."

"Oh, really? With whom?"

Ben grinned, "Captain Antilles."

Han's eyebrows flew up in surprise, "Wedge? Wow. That's one that I never saw coming." He chuckled, "Well, good for them. So, I think I should start questioning your sanity, Ben."

Ben cocked his head, "Oh?"

"You're letting your mother plan your wedding?! You know how she gets. Well, it's you funeral, I mean, wedding; she'll make it one to remember, at least."

Ben shook his head and Rey rolled her eyes, "That's sort of the point," she responded. "We're making it into an event for everyone to share in; they need the morale boost."

Han held up his hands in defeat. "Alright, alright, Kid. You win. There's one more thing I wanted to discuss with you, and it concerns Rey."

Rey looked up in surprise. "Me? What could you possibly have to discuss with me?"

Han crossed his arms over his chest, "Well, Kid, I know you're fine with not having a past, but the Jedi believe that you can't reach your full potential unless you accept everything about yourself. I know you're not Jedi, but I still think it's important. I'll give you the choice, Rey; would you like to know your heritage?"

Ben watched Rey, smiling slightly. Her jaw had gone slightly slack, and her eyes were wide. Dumbfounded, all she could do was nod. Ben led her to the bed, where she sat heavily, torn between terror and excitement.

Han took three steps forward and knelt in front of her. "I'd take your hands, but I'd just pass through you," he chuckled ruefully. "Rey, you come from quite the powerful Jedi. As a matter of fact, you are the last surviving member of an old and highly-regarded line of Force-Sensitives. Your Grandfather personally trained two of the most powerful, most legendary Jedi that have ever lived. You are the last surviving member of the Kenobi line."

"Are you telling me...that Obi-Wan Kenobi was my Grandfather?"

Han chuckled, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you. How do you feel?"

"Relieved. Isn't that odd? I always dreamed about what I'd do if I ever found out the truth about who I am, and now I know who I am, but I feel no different. It's almost like I've always known. It's just a relief to hear it out loud, after all these years."

Han smiled, "I'm glad, Kid. I knew your Grandfather; he was a good man. You'd have liked him. You remind me of him a lot. He was full of faith and this incurable optimism. He knew exactly who he was, and where he was going. He never once was swayed by the Dark Side. He was full of this...inherent goodness, just like you, Kid. You couldn't help but trust the old man. I would never have admitted it the, but I was very fond of him. Now that you know I wouldn't be at all surprised if he showed up at some point to meet you. He'll probably want to tell you your story himself. That's a weird statement, isn't it?"

"Thank you, Han. This means a lot to me. It's nice to finally know."

"Any time, Kid. Well, enjoy the wedding. And the honeymoon," he winked at his son, "I'll pop in again another day. I love you, Ben."

"I love you, too, Father," Ben replied as his father's spirit faded from sight."

"I'm actually starting to get used to that," he mused. "Is that strange?" he asked Rey.

Rey shrugged, "I'm not sure anything is considered strange for Force-Users."

"This is true," chuckled Ben. Just then, there was a beep at the door. Rey waved her hand, and it wooshed open to admit Finn. "Finn!" Rey exclaimed joyfully. "Where have you been? And how's Poe doing? Is he adjusting well to his new hand?"

Finn smiled and embraced his friend, glancing nervously at Ben, "I've been busy helping organize all the new recruits; most of the refugees have joined the Resistance. As for Poe, he's...doing alright, I guess. He's a bit withdrawn still, but I think he'll be alright. He's been figuring out how to use his cybernetic hand, and he's gotten back to piloting, so I guess he's adjusting." Finn shrugged, "But that's not why I'm here. Master Luke sent me to get you. He said he's going to start training the younglings, and he thought you'd like to join them."

Ben smirked, "You know, my Uncle doesn't miss a thing. I'd bet he knew my father came for a visit."

Rey smiled. "I'm sure you're right. We'll come, Finn."

Finn led them through the compound and out to the surrounding forest. "Thanks, Finn. I think we can find our way from here," Finn waved and trotted back to the compound. Just through the trees, they found Luke surrounded by a group of younglings, lecturing them on the ways of the Force.

"The Force isn't some magical fairy godmother that gives you whatever you want. It has a will of its own; you may want one thing from it, but it will often give you something entirely different."

A small Twi'lek girl raised her hand, "But Master, what about moving things with the Force? How does that fit with the will of the Force?"

Luke smiled and turned his head in the girl's direction, "An excellent question, Layna. The abilities that the Jedi are most well known for are of little importance to the Force. The will of the Force isn't like your will, or my will. The Force cares little for small things; it is more concerned with the greater good, which is the primary purpose of the Jedi Order. For example, I may meditate for hours, looking for answers to questions, but the Force will show me answers to questions I never thought to ask. At other times, it may show me exactly what I want to know. In this way, the Force has a will of its own. However, that being said, I would not say that the Force is a sentient entity. The Force itself is neither Light, nor Dark. Nor would I term it particularly benevolent. As long as there is balance, the Force is content to allow things to go on as they are. However, there are those who will always seek to unbalance the Force. Therefore, there will always be a system of checks and balances, so that there is never too much Dark, and never too much Light. The galaxy would fall into disorder if ever that were to happen. Now, to say that the Sith and the Jedi are the only entities in the galaxy striving for this would be an unfair assumption, and grossly incorrect besides. Throughout the history of the Galaxy, there have been individuals that found the lifestyle of the Jedi Order to be too...constricting. These individuals were often trained by the Jedi for their own safety, as well as for the safety of others, and allowed to go their own way once their training was complete. Recently, it was decided that a new Order would be formed, which will henceforth be known as the Neutral Order, meaning they are neither Sith nor Jedi, but still walk in the Light. As it happens, we have two such individuals with us today, and they will be helping with your training. Please allow me to introduce the Masters of the Neutral Order, Master Ben Solo, and Master Rey Kenobi. Please, come forward, Masters."

Ben took Rey's hand, and together they joined Luke in the center of the group. "Thank you, Uncle. Good morning, younglings. As Master Luke said, we have begun a new Order, for those who find the Jedi lifestyle to be too constricting, but still wish to serve the greater good. We will operate very much like the Jedi, but with less constrictions on your personal lives. We will aid the Jedi Order at every opportunity, and we will serve much the same purpose. The most simple and immediate way to tell us apart will be the robes we wear. The Neutral Order will wear robes such as those you see Master Rey and I wearing; varying shades of gray. Master Skywalker?"

Luke smiled, "Well spoken, Master Solo. Now, younglings; close your eyes, and extend your minds beyond your physical selves. Stretch your awareness into the Force; feel it moving around you, binding together all living things. Well done. Learn to differentiate between different people through the Force; each person feels different. I may be blind, but I still know who is around me through the Force." The three Masters stayed with the younglings for the next two hours, helping each of the children begin to test their Force abilities. At long last, Luke called a halt to the exercise. "Very good, younglings. I am proud of your progress. You may use the next three hours however you choose."

Luke stood with Ben and Rey as the children left, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. As the last of the younglings vanished through the trees, Luke turned to Ben, "I'm sure you've figured out that I know everything you and Han talked about this morning." Ben nodded. "I think his idea of reaching out for Padme again is a good idea, and I don't think we should wait any longer."

Ben put a hand on his Uncle's shoulder, "I was thinking the same thing." They gathered once again in Luke's chambers in the same triangle formation as the day before, and Ben sank into the Force, reaching for Padme.

She was waiting for him. Ben found himself in the same field as the day before, with Padme standing before him. There was something different about her demeanor this time. She stood, perfectly calm, rather than pacing as she did the day before.

"You came back. That was foolish."

"Perhaps," Ben agreed, "But I had to try. I had to see you again. You're my sister; my twin. I love you."

Padme scowled, "Yes, you always did suffer from such weaknesses. I will give you one last chance to join me. I will even accept your pet. I could make great use of your strength."

Ben shook his head, "No, Padme. I will not join with you, and neither will Rey."

"So. You come to me in your weakness, trying to sway me back to the Light. It won't work, and it may well be your doom. I will see all that you love torn down around you, bleeding at your feet. There will never be a 'Neutral Order'! I won't allow it! I would rather see you dead than fall to such weakness."

Ben took a step backwards, "How did you know about that?"

Padme grinned maliciously, "Did you really think that I wasn't going to utilize our Force Bond!? Now that you know I am alive, I have no reason to refrain from using the Bond to gain information. You opened your mind to me willingly; it weakened you so you did not notice my intrusion. You will pay for your foolishness. Goodbye, brother."

Ben stumbled backwards as he felt Padme push her way into his mind. Through their Bond, he felt a great darkness surge into him...

Rey jerked out of trance and lunged for Ben, "Luke! Something's wrong! Padme is doing something to Ben."

Luke looked stricken. "I know; I can sense it. It's something...dark. Look at Ben, and tell me what you see."

"He's paling rapidly, and there are dark veins spreading through his skin." Just then, Ben's eyes flew open and he screamed, with mind and voice, as though he were in terrible pain. His eyes flew open, and Rey saw, to her horror, that the whites of his eyes had completely vanished. The entire eye was completely black. The black veins were spreading from his eyes to the rest of him, and down his neck. The worst was that Rey could feel Ben's Force Signature fading. "Luke, I think he's been poisoned! How could that happen?"

Luke put a hand on Rey's shoulder, "Relax, Rey. He'll be fine. Lift him with the Force, and we'll take him to the medbay." As they rushed along, Ben floating beside him, Tandorian and Resistance Fighter alike parted before them, looking on in terror. Rey gently brought Ben down on one of the beds, and got to work. She sank into the Force and dove towards Ben, seeking his Life-Force and extended her thoughts towards Luke. Luke; I think he's been poisoned. Is that possible?

Yes; if you're right, then Padme is more truly a Sith than we thought. It is possible to use pure Dark Force energy to poison a Light Side Force-User. I think this is what she's done. If it is, then you'll have a lot of work to do, if we are going to keep him alive.

Seeing through the Force, Rey saw that he was right. There was a Darkness seeping through Ben, heading for his heart. She knew that if it reached its goal, Ben would die. Rey assaulted the Darkness inside him with pure Light energy, attempting to force back the Dark, but she was soon surrounded. Just as she was beginning to despair, she sensed another entity join her. Luke joined with her mind, and together they began to force back the Dark. A third being joined them, and before long, they had completely burned the Darkness away. Distantly, they felt Padme's scream of rage as she sensed the last of her poison burn from her brother's mind.

Surfacing back to herself, Rey looked around to see Luke supporting his own twin. "General?"

Leia shuddered out a sigh, "I felt Ben was in danger. I came directly here, and when I saw the two of you, I knew you would need help, so I acted on instinct."

"Thank the Force that you did, sister. We might have lost him if you hadn't acted so quickly."

Rey stumbled over to the bed where Ben lay, motionless and pale. "I don't think he's out of danger yet. He'll have a bit of recovery to do yet. I'll stay with him. You two tell the others what happened.

Luke shook his head, "No we need to cut off his connection to Padme, once and for all. If she could do this to him in so short a time, there is no telling what she can do. I'll do it. I should have done it when they were young, and I felt something was off. I will not let her drag him down a second time."

Luke sank into trance again, this time seeking Ben's Force Bond with Padme; it was there, still burning brightly, and as strong as ever. Forgive me, Ben. But I must protect you, even if you hate me for it later. He sensed Ben's understanding and acceptance. Help me, Uncle, came the weak thought.

Luke's resolve hardened at the desperation in that single thought. He reached towards the Force Bond, and pulled. As it stretched taught, he cut it in a way that it would rebound as painlessly as possible back to Ben. As Luke came out of the trance, a Force Wave burst out of Ben, knocking everyone in the room flat on their backs.

"Rey! He needs you! Reach for him, or we may yet lose him to his pain!"

Rey let out a strangled sob and threw her thoughts towards Ben. It's alright, Ben. I'm still here. Find our Bond; it's still there. Please, my love, fight it! I can't do this without you. Rey felt Ben's panic subside somewhat, but his pain was still palpable. Rey took Ben's hand and sank to the ground beside him, weeping at their shared pain.

***Author's Note***

There you go! Hope you enjoyed it. Poor Ben; everything seems to happen to him, doesn't it? Hope you liked this chapter; as ever, let me know what you thought in the reviews section. I'll hopefully get another chapter up tonight, but definitely tomorrow. Thanks for reading!