Raphael M.G.M. Tabbris- Yeah, I don't think Matt considers himself to be bros with Evan. He doesn't want to compete for the brotherly role in Iris' life haha. And I've definitely had mixed feelings on Killian for a very long time. I was considering having this big long scavenger hunt sort of thing to find him, but then I decided that it would be even better to really drive home the helplessness of the situation by having him turn out to have been within reach the entire time. He's definitely made some very poor life decisions, but in some ways it makes sense. He was raised to eventually join the jedi order, which means that no one would have taught him how to properly deal with his emotions or anything like that. It doesn't excuse what he did, but it is part of an explanation. But I think that being confronted by both of his children, who are now grown up and strong, will definitely serve as a wake up call for him.

Matt stared at Iris with wide eyes. "What are you talking about? Does it have to do with that news article? Did you figure out something more about it? But we haven't been apart at all-"

Iris shook her head head. "No, no, it has nothing to do with that. I just had another one of those freaky force visions that I've told you about. They're so weird, because I never have any warning that they're coming, and then it feels so real, as though I were actually living through the things that I've seen. But the stuff I saw this time, for the first time in a while, was actually important. It was about your dad- Killian." She was panting for breath, as she'd just rushed to get out all those words before she'd even taken a moment to catch her bearings. She realized that the room they were in was dark, and there was no one else around. "Where's Evan?"

Matt frowned. "You really don't remember? You suddenly passed out, but none of us knew what to do about it. I let you take the couch, and Evan headed to bed. That was a couple of hours ago. We had planned on taking you to the nearest clinic in the morning if you still weren't awake. I was sleeping on the floor over there, but you woke me up with the sound of your hard head hitting the floor."

Iris nodded once. "Okay, but I promise I was fine. The force might want me to get a concussion if the amount of times that I pass out over hard surfaces is anything to go by, but other than that I'm fine. I just have to tell you about everything I saw before I can get the chance to forget. I saw Killian's life in a whole bunch of weird cut up scenes. Before when I saw your parents, it would be an entire memory, but this was just a whirl of pictures and thoughts, from the time your parents moved into their first place together, up until now. I guess all the in between stuff doesn't really matter much. But what does matter is that I know where he is right now. Ugh, Matt, he was right under my feet! He's in the First Order base, in some underground dungeon looking place. And he's not looking good. I don't know when specifically I last saw him, but he didn't have a lot of time left as of then."

Matt gaped at her, apparently trying to figure out what to say. He finally went with a very intelligent sounding, "What?"

His lack of understanding in the situation seemed normal enough, considering the weight of what Iris had just told him. She reached out to put one hand on his shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. She'd seen plenty of rebels do it around the Resistance base, but she wasn't exactly an expert on showing affection or comforting people. "Your dad is in the Order base, and he looks like he's dying. But the problem is that even if we know where he is, I have no idea how we're actually going to get in to find him. When Finn and Poe broke in they would've been captured and killed if I hadn't saved them. And when we all went to face Kylo Ren, well. It's like Evan said; I totally got my ass kicked. How the hell are we going to get in and rescue him?"

Matt suddenly leaned forward to pull Iris into a hug, and she wasn't sure why he did it, but she could feel wetness sliding down the back of her shoulder, and she knew that Matt was crying. "Thank you," he whispered. "I know I kept trying my best to be optimistic that we'd find him, but I never actually thought that it would be possible. Thank you so much, Iris. You've done what no one else ever could. You've given me my father back."

Iris gulped, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. She gently pushed Matt back in order to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, but did you hear anything that I just said? Even if Elise and Matt come with us, that's four small people against an entire organized army with lots of high tech security measures. We have no chance of actually getting in."

In the darkness of the room, Iris couldn't see Matt very well, but she felt the heat of his body moving away, and then a few seconds later there was a soft click, which led to the room being bathed in a dim light. Matt walked back over and sat down on the couch, then pulled Iris up so that she was sitting next to him instead of on the floor. "I heard you. But I know that we can do this. I have so much faith in you, Iris. I don't think that there's anyone else like you in the entire universe."

Obviously Iris had known that Matt believed in her ability to help him on his quest. If he hadn't, he would have never decided to go along with her. But to actually hear him say it out loud like that, sounding so certain about it, like there wasn't even a small chance that he was wrong, felt so strange. "How can you say that? After I betrayed the entire Resistance? After I played traitor on both teams? I have never once proven myself to be anyone who should be believed in." She didn't raise her voice, since she didn't want to wake up the sleeping couple, but she made sure that the frustration in her voice was clear.

Matt didn't seem concerned by her words. "So what? You think that you're the only one who's ever made mistakes? Are you forgetting that I'm the guy who started a fire that could have potentially hurt someone just for the opportunity to talk to you? That my dad took my sister away from me, and then he left me too? That Finn was once a stormtrooper? That Rey left for a while when the Resistance needed her? That Leia allowed herself to be taken away from the people who needed her just to help a single person? That I was a coward who wouldn't fight, and I still am? That-"

Iris held up her hands. "Alright, enough, I get it. But none of those mistakes are the same as mine."

She flicked her eyes down to her lap so that she wouldn't have to actually look at what was sure to be a disappointed look on Matt's face. But he surprised her by not forcing her to look at him before he spoke. "You made mistakes because you didn't know what the right thing to do was. But as soon as you figured it out, that's what you did. You chose to help the right people, and to be who everyone needed you to be. I know that you probably haven't gotten a lot of people in your life who believed in you, but you should know that I do. Getting to my dad might seem impossible right now, but when we first left the Resistance, just finding a single scrap of news about him seemed impossible. You can't give up yet, Iris. I know that you just wanted to get away from the fight, but I think that we've both always known that you'd be dragged back into it some way or another. There's got to be a reason for everything that has happened to us so far; I refuse to believe otherwise."

Iris felt a stinging in her eyes, and she reached up to wipe away the tears that seemed to be building up. "This is so frustrating. I just-" she cut herself off, unsure of what it was that she actually wanted to say.

Matt leaned over to pull her into another hug, though this one was over a bit sooner. "I know. But we can do this. We are going to work together, and we are going to get into that base, and we are going to rescue my father. We'll get all the answers out of him that we need. And we'll find out for sure one way or another about if you and I are…" he trailed off, but they both knew what the rest of that sentence was.

That's when Iris realized the answer to a question that she hadn't even realized existed. This time she pulled Matt into a hug, and even though she leaned away after a few seconds, it was enough to get her feelings across. "I think that that's one question we don't need to ask your dad. It doesn't matter what the real truth is anymore, does it? Nothing that we learn about ourselves now is going to do anything to change the past. And it's not going to change what we are right now. No matter what anyone else says, we're brother and sister."

The grin that lit up Matt's face was so bright that Iris seriously contemplated plugging him into something to solar charge it. "I feel the same way!" He looked so happy, and Iris couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of saying something sooner. She'd spent so much time worrying about proving that they weren't related that she hadn't even realized that at this point, they may as well have been siblings anyways.

That's when they both turned towards the doorway, where they heard someone clearing their throat. Elise was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. "I'm glad to see that you're alright, Iris, but you guys shouldn't be up talking all night. Not only is it bad for you to not get enough sleep, but it stops me from being able to get enough sleep. Do you want me to have to explain to the doctor that my baby died because I couldn't get enough sleep?"

"That seems a little dramatic," Iris pointed out. "You sound cranky. Maybe you should try to go take a nap or something?"
Elise took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out before retreating back into her bedroom. Iris and Matt only had a few seconds to start giggling at each other before there was a soft whoosh and then there was a pillow smacking into the back of Iris' head. She turned around in disbelief, and saw Elise standing there with a smug look on her face. "What are you going to do about it? You can't hit a pregnant lady."

Iris narrowed her eyes, but she couldn't stop the smile that was tugging up the corners of her mouth. "Oh you are dead wrong about that. You're no lady." She scooped up the fallen pillow and chucked it at Elise before leaping over the couch so that she was hiding behind cover. Matt scrambled around the couch to crouch down next to Iris.

They both heard a sleepy sounding voice from the other side of the room. "What's going on? Why are you guys all awake?"

Matt stood up to explain to Evan what was going on, and maybe to apologize, but it was a trap, because as soon as he was visible, there was a pillow being flung at his face. Matt snatched the pillow before ducking back down. "Now what do we do?" he whispered loudly.

Iris grinned, and plucked the pillow out of his hands. She darted up, tossed the pillow at Evan, then immediately dropped back down before she could get hit back. "Grab the pillows that are on the couch," she told Matt. "We don't have a chance of reaching the ones that you were using, so we'll just have to make do."

When Matt stood up to bend over and scoop up the two decorative pillows that were resting on either arm of the couch, he was pelted with two more pillows. "This is looking dire," he told Iris. "I'd feel guilty to attack a pregnant woman, but I'd also feel sexist to only attack Evan."

Iris snorted. "Well. I guess the one good thing going for the Order is that there's no sexism anywhere as far as I can tell. I promise that neither of them will even notice that kind of thing. Though they might think that you're implying Elise is weak. Even if she was the bottom of the class, she's still a force to be reckoned with."

Matt's eyes lit up. "Speaking of force…"

Maybe it was cheating to use the force to help win a stupid pillow fight. But when had Iris ever cared about cheating before? She straightened her back so that she was just peering over the back of the couch, and then she motioned for Matt to stand up. As soon as he did, there were pillows flying towards him. The pillows stopped mid-air, though, and dropped harmlessly to the ground. Now they were in the center of the battlefield, and were fair game for either side to pick up.

"That's no fair," Evan grumbled. A moment later, he dove for the fallen pillows. Matt followed suit a moment later, and the two boys scrambled to be the first to grab the pillows. Elise and Iris started tossing the decorative pillows back and forth while they waited for their teammates to retrieve their ammunition.

The pillow fight went on for a while longer, though they had to break it up when Evan and Matt started actually wrestling on the floor, and then Iris threw herself at the tangle of limbs to try and 'help' while Elise stood by and laughed at them all.

They all helped to pick up the pillows that had manage to end up all over the place, and then all of them collapsed into a tired heap on the floor. Once they'd all managed to catch their breath, and stop laughing like a bunch of maniacs, Iris tipped her head back so that she was leaning up against Elise. "I never pictured myself being here." She didn't necessarily mean right in that spot on the floor, but the other two former stormtroopers knew exactly what she was talking about when she said that.

"I know," Evan said softly. "If it wasn't for you then none of us would be here right now."
Matt looked around the small, but cozy, apartment. "I feel really sorry for you guys. I can't believe that living in a place like this is what you'd consider to be living the dream. Didn't you ever have bigger goals when you were with the Order?"

Iris shook her head. "We couldn't afford to have bigger goals. Everyone who was in charge of training us and telling us what to do made sure that we never had anything on our minds other than getting stronger and being good enough soldiers for their army." Then she looked over at Evan. "Or at least, that's what was supposed to happen. Some people still had enough time on their hands to be able to just fool around sometimes."

Evan's face went a little pink at that. "Alright, I confess. I was a total hooligan. I always convinced the others in our class to just relax and play games and do whatever we wanted to do that didn't involve the Order. But I still managed to be pretty high up in our class, so clearly it was a mostly effective theory of living."

"That hallway felt like forever ago," Iris murmured tiredly.

Evan was the only one who knew what she was talking about with that. "I know," he said again. It really had been. Iris felt like she'd just been a child when she'd encountered Evan in the hall, and told him off for fooling around, and he'd told her that it wouldn't kill her to loosen up a bit. Or something like that. The exact exchange wasn't really important.

Then Iris stretched her arms up over her head and yawned. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you guys why Matt and I were awake in the first place. When I passed out earlier, there was nothing wrong with me. That's just what happens when the force is really really eager for me to see something. And it showed me exactly where Matt's dad is. He's locked up in the Order base, and he looks like we're dying. I'm not sure how we're going to get in it, but whatever we come up with is something that we're going to have to do soon."

Evan shifted closer to his wife, and they both looked uncomfortable. "I'd hoped that I'd never have to see that awful place again. But I meant what I said before. I want to be able to make a difference. I want to be able to help change the world. And I know that this is going to help. It'll get you another mentor, and-"

Iris quickly shook her head. She glanced at Matt for a moment before looking back at Evan. "No offense, but I wouldn't want that guy to mentor me if he was the last force-user in the entire universe. I wouldn't blame him for not being able to protect his family- the Order is big and tough- but to abandon the only one he had left? That's unforgivable. And then he went wandering around the universe, and all he has to show for his life is a broken down liver and a lot of gray hairs."

Matt winced at the assessment. "Come on, it can't be that bad."

"Trust me, it is. I know that you haven't seen your dad in like ten years, and you probably just remember what he was like when he was a kid, but he's a lot different now. He's a broken down pathetic old mess."

There was a long silence following that declaration, before Evan asked, "If he's really going to be so useless, then why are we going to put our lives at risk to rescue him?"

Iris knew that there were a few different answers to that question. It could be because Killian was Matt's dad, and Matt deserved answers and closure. Or it could be that Iris felt bad for the man because she knew that if she wasn't careful, she could wind up like him someday. Or it could be that it would cause some trouble for the Order, which was always a pleasant thing to do. But she finally settled on the answer that felt the most honest to her. "Because it's the right thing to do." There wasn't really much else to say after that, and the four of them ended up drifting off back to sleep right there on the floor. They all had their concerns about what the future would bring, but in that moment, they felt safe and content.