Ben stared at where Rey had been a moment before. He was now alone in his quarters, except for the little mouse droid still holding the medikit. He returned the bacta to the kit and stood. He looked down at his dismantled saber, resting on the cold, shiny floor. There was no crystal. He puffed his cheeks slightly. He wasn't worried. He just hoped that the next time the Force bridged the stars between them would be soon. Until then, the powerful Force wielding Supreme Leader would be without his trademark saber. With an outstretched hand, the pieces joined together, an empty shell of what they once were. He clipped the hilt to his belt and pondered his next steps.

He picked up his holopad and swiped through the various documents. He vaguely remembered one that described various weapons from before the Empire, and there was a section on lightsabers. He would not dare create a sith inspired saber for her, and he considered what style of hilt she would like. He found the document and pored over the various blades depicted.

Rey flipped through the vexing charts and diagrams in the ancient text, annoyed with how complicated simply forming a lightsaber could be. It was a machine, a tool. She set the book down and pulled the twin crystals from her satchel. She had studied them all night, and she had determined that they were not only identical, but complementary. They did not just look exactly like each other, they fit together like they were made to do so.

She thought that the color was beautiful. She had rarely seen purple anything, let alone rare crystals.

Her comm link beeped, and Chewie roared at her. She frowned. "A package?" She confirmed. An affirmative growl. "I'll be back to base soon."

Parcels were few and far between in the galaxy, and Rey could only remember having one package ever delivered to her on Jakku, and that had been commandeered by Unkat Plutt the moment he had his dirty paws on it. They were parts she had desperately needed for her little speeder bike, and she was furious. She never got all the pieces back.

When she approached, she heard Chewie long before she heard the conversation proper. Poe Dameron was insisting that the package be checked, and Chewbacca was insisting that it was not Resistance property.

"What's going on?" She interrupted, jogging the last sprint to the Falcon on the tarmac.

"There's been a package sent to the Resistance," Poe explained, "with First Order coding and markings on the container."

Chewbacca roared at Poe, turned to put himself between Poe and Rey, and put the black box in Rey's arms.

"It's addressed to me, not the Resistance," Rey noted.

"It still needs to be scanned!" Poe insisted. "You have enemies!"

"I have the Force, Poe," She shushed. She shook the box. "No explosives." She put the box to her ear. "Nothing alive." She turned it upside down. "Nothing poisonous." She righted the parcel. "If it was sent to kill us all, we'd already be dead."

Poe crossed his arms. "Look, I'm your superior officer and—."

"Don't do that, Poe," Rey sighed, stalking past him. "Finn told me about your mutiny. You have no right to talk about hierarchies and superiority."

She didn't see his jaw drop, but she smiled when Chewbacca whined a laugh at Dameron.

She closed the door behind her when she reached her bunk and settled herself onto the cot. She saw that it wasn't just a box that could be ripped into by anyone. The seam was hardly perceptible, and she sensed a puzzle of tumblers just on the inside. She began to slide them through the maze with the Force, smiling each time she heard a click of one falling into place. The last one let the lid relax, and air hissed out.

She lifted the lid to find a strange collection of items. There was collection of paper scrolls on top. She had never seen paper until the ancient texts. She now had several rolls of beautifully tied scrolls. She tenderly lifted the bundle out and found that one was left separate. She untied it and discovered fluid, careful lettering in solid black ink. She recognized the letters singly, but it took focus to put the looping curved characters into words. The first word was her name. She touched the word, so gently scripted. She saw a moment where Ben's ungloved hand formed the characters, and a glimpse of the faint smile on his lips.

Rey,

I know not the next time the Force will connect the two of us. I have so much that I want to share with you, that I want you to have. I have many notes from my time as a padawan, and I would not want that knowledge to be lost. I ask that you read them, keep them close. They are precious, just as you are.

There is a simple set of instructions on how to put the pieces together, but I would prefer to keep my word and help you when I see you next. I sincerely hope you like the casing I've had made for you. It is of a sturdy, tempered alloy, and longer than most hilts. I remember you favor your staff, and it may prove more familiar to you.

I have also provided a personal comm link. Our Force Bond is erratic, and we may not be able to connect in an emergency. If you need me, it is preprogrammed with my personal link.

Rey, I want you to know my intentions. I want to see you become more than I could even imagine. There is a well running deep within you of strength and compassion. The Force may have only just awakened within you, but you are a true monument of the good in the galaxy. I wish to see you again, that I may fall at your feet, and worship you as you deserve. You may have come from nothing, come from nowhere, but you are everything to me. I wish that you will never discount yourself. You are a greater Jedi than any ancient master. I am honored to know you. You are not alone. We may be lightyears apart, but one day, we will be together, if you will it. Your will is stronger than the Force within you. I fear nothing but losing you.

I am yours, Rey. Do with me what you will.

With all my love and all my soul, I am yours, truly,

Ben

Rey wiped tears from her eyes. He loved her. If she truly understood his gorgeous calligraphy, he was professing his love in the most beautiful words she had ever had given to her.

The world went quiet, and Ben found himself in front of a teary eyed Rey. The moment she saw him, she propelled herself off the bunk, careful of the container, and into his arms.

"Thank you," She whispered.

"Do you like it?" he asked, wrapping his arms tenderly around her.

"I've only just read your words," she whispered. "They were so beautiful."

"They're true."

"You love me," she said.

"I do."

He gave her a squeeze.

"Supreme Leader," she heard a comm crackle.

He tensed and let Rey go. He hesitated, but his choice was made when the Force disconnected them.

"Don't go," Rey whispered.

AN: Hang out with me on tumblr at Burnt-Kloverfield(my main) or PullToTheLight(my Reylo sideblog).