Disclaimer: Hey guys! A note before the chapter starts. I've been back and forth about whether or not to write out the full scene of Lesson 1 because ever since the first time I saw the film I had problems with it. I understand the point was to be comedic and make people laugh but it honestly does nothing for Rey's character or Luke's character, except diminish them. Rey's monologue about Kylo Ren felt rehearsed and there was no emotion behind it. When Luke asked her what the force was she was very dimwitted about it, as if she hadn't single handedly used it to escape Star Killer base and win a duel against Kylo Ren, or had any of these force skype-calls with him. Like…SHE CLEARLY KNOWS WHAT THE FORCE IS. And Luke trolling her with the blade of grass was funny but once again…it took away the dignity in his character. Like the whole thing just wasn't necessary. It felt very forced, no pun intended. (Also, that weird moment when you initially started this fanfic so you could ship Kylo Ren and Rey but then it kinda turns into righting all the wrongs and atrocities that were done to the franchise…oops.) Because of this, I'm going to start from where the training gets more serious.

Thank you guys once again for all the feedback, and please feel free to instant message me if you have any questions or counter arguments to my creative decisions, I'm open to criticism. (If this were YouTube I would say leave a comment, like and subscribe lol)

-Xero

P.S. : Soooooo I just realized that this scene was supposed to happen right before Rey and Kylo's first skype call, so in able for me to write the above-mentioned scene, I'd have to completely restructure chapter 18. Which I could do if you guys want, or I can just bypass it all together. Let me know what you guys would prefer.

P.S.S: Also: I swear to God this is the last note BUT PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SCENES INVOLVING SEX. There is going to be one. This story IS rated M for Mature, so…here comes the Mature part. You have officially been warned. I don't wanna hear nothin' about any insulted sensibilities.

Chapter 19

As Luke's second lesson began, the sun was beginning to set below the horizon. Everything on the Island seemed to calm. The porgs' chirps were silenced, the gusts of wind had morphed into gentle breezes, and even the ocean grew quieter.

Rey looked on as Luke began explaining the Jedis' history. "Now that the Jedi are extinct, they are romanticized. Deified. But if you strip away the myth and look at their deeds, the legacy of the Jedi is failure. Hypocrisy. Hubris."

Rey's heart pounded in protest. "That's not true!" She said.

But this only seemed to add to Luke's frustration. "At the height of their power they allowed Darth Sidious to rise, create the empire and wipe them out. It was a Jedi Master who was responsible for the training and creation of Darth Vader."

Did that mean that Leia was wrong, when she said she saw good in her son? Did it mean Kylo Ren truly was beyond hope of redeeming? Her heart wouldn't accept that. Leia couldn't be wrong.

I can't be wrong, she thought. The memory she'd clung to with all her heart, of Ben and her child-self hand in hand on the beach, his strong arms around her as he held her close, in a protective embrace.

His smile…the way the sun had lit up his face.

She refused to give up. "And a Jedi who saved him," she pointed out. "Yes, the most hated man in the galaxy," she said, sitting beside him, "But you saw there was conflict inside him. You believed that he wasn't gone, that he could be turned!"

He looked tired. Defeated. "Then I became a legend," he shrugged. "For many years, there was balance. And then I saw…Ben." His eyes grew sad. "My nephew," his voice faltered. "With that mighty Skywalker blood, in my hubris I thought I could train him, I could…pass on my strengths."

Rey was shaking with adrenaline. Finally, she was learning something about him. The man who, although he'd never lied to her, had kept so many secrets.

"Han was…Han about it," Luke said, making her smile. "But Leia…trusted me with her son."

Her eyes fell downwards, not excited for this part of the story.

Something had to go wrong.

"I took him. And a dozen students…and began a training temple." Luke stood up and began to pace, a sign of agitation. He didn't like this part either. "By the time I realized I was…no match for the darkness rising in him…it was too late."

He was staring at the wall, so Rey couldn't see his face. "What happened?" she whispered.

"I went to confront him," Luke said. "But he turned on me."

Rey was suddenly assaulted mentally with images.

Luke being crushed by hundreds of pounds of wood, rock and stone. A hut caving in on him as he screamed Ben!

"He must have thought I was dead," Luke continued. "When I came to…the temple was burning."

Rey could see the flames licking the night sky, smell the smoke, hear the roar of the fire and the crackle of wood and debris feeding the inferno. It drowned out the sounds of the crashing waves. "He'd vanished with a hand full of my students…and slaughtered the rest."

Leia saw R2D2 amidst the wreckage, as Luke leaned on him for support. Together, they took in the sight of the horrors before them. "Leia blames Snoke but…it was me. I failed."

Suddenly the scene disappeared, and once again, Rey's eyes fell on Luke, who was speaking in broken whispers.

"Because I was Luke Skywalker. Jedi Master."

He turned back around to face her. Rey could see the glossy sheen of unshed tears pooled in his eyes. "A Legend."

"The galaxy may need a legend," she said gently, with encouragement. And then she expressed her true feelings. "I need someone…to show me my place in all this."

She stood up, her shoulders back, emanating confidence. "And you didn't fail Kylo," she said. "Kylo failed you." She uttered a promise. "I won't."

~.~

After the sun had set, Luke concluded her lessons for the day.

In truth Rey was grateful. She was exhausted.

She went back to her yurt and passed out almost immediately. However, her sleep was anything but restful.

~.~

Rey was sitting on the floor of the Falcon, rewiring one of the mainframes. It kept short circuiting.

That is, until a pair of arms circled around her waist from behind.

She smiled warmly, closing her eyes, basking in the warmth of him.

"Are you done yet?" he asked, nuzzling his face into her neck tiredly.

She nuzzled back, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I have to fix this before we head to Naboo. You…did want our honeymoon to be there, didn't you?"

Her body trembled as he bit his lip and looked her up and down. "We can have our honeymoon anywhere," he said devilishly, playfully biting her neck.

She laughed. It tickled. "Ben, stop," she said, starting to squeal and mock-push him away without actually pushing him.

"You don't believe me, do you?" his sleepy voice grumbled against her throat.

And suddenly it wasn't so playful anymore. "I'm almost finished, I swear," she mumbled, but she was breathing shakily. "Just a few more minutes."

He shook his head with half-lidded eyes, his hand running up her thigh with the lightest touch to then slide down to cup her rear, passing the place she wanted him to touch. "You've been working so hard," he said, making delicious shivers run down her spine to where he was holding her. "I think you deserve a quick break."

She blushed shyly. "I'm covered in grease and I'm all grimy," she protested but he was already brushing his other hand over the spot between her legs. She threw her head back and gasped, as the most sensitive part of her was toyed with to her breaking point.

"Rey Solo you always outshine the brightest star," he said in a rush, pulling down her pants to please her more thoroughly. He started to kiss up her thigh.

She was clawing into the arm of the captain's chair as Ben lifted her slightly off the floor, supporting her lower half on his knees so he had more direct access to his goal.

She wanted it so badly. "S-s-someone could find us," she muttered shyly, but even her voice was a moan.

Without even looking up, Ben waved an arm to shut and lock the door to the Falcon's cockpit. He circled his tongue over the throbbing red sphere he knew would drive her mad. She whimpered with pleasure, involuntarily thrusting against him to get more friction.

He pulled away for just a moment to say, "I'm going to kiss you here until you release," and then he descended his mouth on her again, hot and soft and firm and relentless.

This was a duel she could not win.

She had one hand clawing into the chair, and her other hand desperately woven tight into the back of Ben's hair, guiding him just where she needed him to be.

It was no time at all before she was building to her sensory explosion. She was achingly close, her legs trembling wildly, and when it happened, she couldn't hold back her cry.

~.~

Rey gasped awake. Her body was tight and loose all at the same time, and the echoes of her orgasm still lingered between her legs.

She flushed with frustration, irritated with herself.

She shouldn't be fantasizing about Kylo Ren, of all people. The man who betrayed Luke, murdered Han Solo, betrayed everyone who ever loved him…

And yet in the dream…he'd been so sweet to her.

She flushed at the memory of his words.

Rey Solo. Honeymoon. Outshining the brightest star.

She jumped out of bed, running her hands over her arms as if she could scrub the dream off of her skin.

The flustered padawan decided to get some fresh air. Rey went outside her yurt, beginning a moonlit walk down the rocky cliffs. And then…she heard the buzzing again. The focusing in happened a lot quicker than usual.

She sighed, closing her eyes. "I'd rather not do this now," she said truthfully.

Not that she ever did, but this was an especially inconvenient time. She wanted to clear her head of Kylo Ren, not speak to him. What if he could see what she'd been dreaming about?

"Yeah, me too." He said instead.

The causality in his tone, disarmed her fear, however, so she turned to face him.

She had to ask. Maybe he was redeemable. If there could be some…logical reason behind killing Han…

No, of course there wasn't. she was just trying to justify his behavior to make herself feel better for having a dirty dream about him. But every time she saw his face, all she could think about was his heinous act of patricide.

"Why did you hate your fa – " color immediately rose to her cheeks when she saw him, half-dressed.

Seriously?! The galaxy wanted her to implode, that's what this was. She just couldn't catch a break.

~.~

It happened again. After he'd finished his training session, he started to perform cool-down exercises and stretching.

But he stopped once the force connection opened up again.

He felt it coming this time.

"I'd rather not do this now," she said in an odd tone. There wasn't any anger or irritation. It was more like…

Nervousness.

"Yeah, me too," he said in response, resigning to turn around regardless.

"Why did you hate your fa –" she faltered on the last word at the sight of him, immediately looking down.

Kylo simply continued to hold his gaze. She was acting strangely.

"D-do you h-have s-something, a c-cowl or s-something you could put on," she stuttered, her eyes darting up to him and back down.

Kylo was stunned into silence. Had she never seen someone half-dressed before?

Or was it that he affected her just as much as he affected him?

He hadn't allowed himself to hope for as much, yet here they were.

After the way they'd last left things, she wasn't in any position to be telling him what to do. He was still hurt.

She realized he wasn't going to comply with her request, so she moved on. "Why did you hate your father, give me an honest answer!" she demanded.

Kylo walked forward so they were closer, and he could speak softly to her.

"You had a father who loved you," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "He gave a damn about you!"

That much was true. And every day since he'd taken Han Solo's life, it had caused him more pain than he'd ever suffered before. Killing his father was supposed to cut all ties he had to the light but all it did was make it clear how torn he really was. "I didn't hate him." He admitted honestly.

"Then why," she said, fully crying now.

She didn't have the right to do this. Rey couldn't show up and demand to know the complexities of his relationship with his father. It wasn't her place. She didn't understand. "Why what?" he said gently.

She was speechless.

"Why what? Say it," he said again. Speak what you're feeling. Be honest with yourself, and with me. We aren't children anymore. We can feel what we want to feel.

"Wh-why did you…" she began, "Why did you kill him?" she was breathing shallowly. "I don't understand."

He knew why she needed to know. Rey was being trained in the ways of the Jedi, which means she was thinking in absolutes. Kylo Ren was a monster, killing his father was evil, its her job to fight evil, because she is on the side of good. But the Jedi have a very childish view of the world. Nature does not deal in absolutes. Things are not so black and white. And he wasn't going to allow her to continue believing in this fantasy. He would not permit her to continue viewing him as a monster.

"No?" he said. "Your parents threw you away like garbage."

"They didn't!" she snapped.

"They did," he said calmly. Just like his parents did to him. He'd seen it in her memories. That day on Jakku, when they'd dumped her and left in their ship. Sold her at six years old.

It was his fault for letting her go. For not doing everything he could to stop that from happening.

But he'd be damned if her parents weren't held accountable. "And you can't stop needing them." His expression was fierce, almost parental.

"Looking for them everywhere," he said. "First in Han Solo…now in Skywalker."

For once, she was silent, looking up at him with sad, open eyes, tears steaming down her face.

He had to know. "Did he tell you what happened that night?"

"Yes," she said bitterly, but he already knew Luke hadn't.

Or she wouldn't be treating him like this.

Even now, Luke was twisting the past to manipulate her even further.

He wasn't going to let him do it any longer. "No," he said, and began projecting his memories of that night.

Sixteen-year-old Ben had been fast asleep in his hut, but was woken up by a sound he'd been trained to respond to.

The unsheathing of a lightsaber.

He looked up to see a saber of green, and a hooded figure.

Only one person in the entire temple had a green saber.

"He sensed my power," he said gently, "As he senses yours. And he feared it."

Luke had always feared it. He remembered the night Luke tried to wipe his memories, that first night that Snoke took his hand and led him down a path where he could breathe. The same night he'd taken Rey away form him forever.

He saw the shock emerge on Rey's face at the memory of Luke, standing over him like an Outer Rim Beast of the nether, ready to strike and kill him in his sleep. At the last-minute Ben force-grabbed his own saber and used it to block Luke's strike, and his other hand to bring down his yurt to save himself.

That moment marked the death of Ben Solo, and everything Luke had trained him to be.

The memory faded. When Kylo's eyes fell back on Rey, she was trembling.

Now she knew the truth.

"L-liar," she said half-heartedly, but he gazed at her lovingly, his soul bared to her.

Rey knew his heart. She knew Kylo didn't lie to her. She didn't have to search hard to know it was true.

He stepped closer, emanating comfort. "Let the past die," he said gently. Don't let it hurt you anymore. "Kill it, if you have to. It's the only way to become who you were meant to be."