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Hi there! This is my first fic in a long time. Also my first Star Wars fanfiction! I don't usually write in smut heavy fics, but that is what this one is going to be. I hope you'll give it a chance. Critics are always appreciated and Comments are loved.

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Enjoy!

How You Found Me

Chapter 1

I don't want to die!

Those were the last thoughts that ran through Rey's head moments before she crashed her fighter down hard on Csilla. She had been en route to Bespin to meet up with Finn when the plane she had unofficially borrowed from Luke started to give her some trouble. It had started out simply. A bit of a tremor to the controls. She had brushed it off to the plane being out of use. Nothing that she couldn't handle.

Next it was the lights. They all turned off at once. From there it was only a matter of time before the life support and functions of the plane all started to fail. Rey tried to put out a distress call. Seven in fact. All were met with stony silence across all wave lengths.

That was the point when she realized that she was going to be having a less than gracious approach. Csilla wouldn't have been her first choice for a crash landing...heck, it wouldn't have been her first choice for anything. She had first pulled out of warp, hoping that it might help with the tremor issue that had started as mild vibrations and had turned into such violent shakes, Rey had a hard time pressing the right sequence of buttons. She was less than pleased to find herself still in the middle of the Unknown Regions according to her nav system. She could only hope that the plane would be able to limp to the closest planet, Csilla as it was.

A planet she knew nothing about, and as the heavy crystal white shimmer came into view, she rather wished that she never had to know anything about it. The ice that was visible from even space covered the entire planet, and gave Rey nothing she felt optimistic about. She grit her teeth and tried yet again to connect to anyone through the coms.

Please...anyone! She pleaded to herself. Someone help! She flicked the distress alert through all channels, but never once got a confirmation notice. She knew she was alone, and that thought terrified her more than then fact that she was about to crash on a desolate looking glacial planet. The plane she was ninety percent sure she could fix once she had it on the ground. It was that last ten percent that had her fearful knowing that no one would know where she was.

Just as she pulled into the planet's atmosphere, almost as if in tune to her mental holds, the last sensor flicked off. The plane ceased to yield to anything she tried. Rey swallowed hard and began emergency protocols. She tightened her straps, checked that her helmet was secure, and prayed that the anti-collision dampers would still activate. This would be her first crash.

If she hadn't been so scared, she might have noticed how stunning the blue of the ice was that was approaching far too quickly. That the tall, unforgiving peaks of ice were unlike anything she had ever seen before. Instead there was only one thought that played on repeat in her mind.

I don't want to die!

The fighter hit the snow packed ground hard. Rey instantly lost consciousness as her helmeted head banged against the console of the plane. It was probably for the best, Rey couldn't help but muse later. Being unconscious, her body went limp it didn't fight against the motions of the ship as it bounced and skidded against the icy veneer. She could have been hurt far more than her simple concussion and bruised rips.

The internal anti-collision dampers did release upon impact, the thick air filled pillows burst though the cockpit and engulfed Rey's limp body. They did their job, Rey would live to walk out of the plane... the external dampers didn't fare quite as well. If Rey was conscious, she likely would have grimaced when what was left of her navigation antenna was ripped from the edge of the wing by a low laying ice peak and the landing wheel crumpled beneath them.

Eventually the plane stopped moving and settled into the upturned snow its journey had created. Already the fridge temperatures of the planet played at the metal of the plane and delicate tendrils of frost began to creep along the edges of the cockpit windows. The internal temperature within the fighter began to lower immediately.

That was the first thing Rey would remember about her time of Csilla. When she woke, she was cold. Perhaps that was why she woke up, but she couldn't be certain. She had always heard that when people froze to death they actually got warmer and just sleepy. All she could really recall was there was a strong urging, for lack of a better word, that she needed to wake up.

Groggily, Rey tried to get her bearings. Her breath had frosted over the mask of her helmet. She felt disorientated and blind. Struggling against the unyielding fabric around her, Rey somehow managed to remove her helmet and find the deactivation switch for the dampers. They immediately began to deflate. The cockpit window was completely covered in a layer of frost. She could see nothing of her surroundings.

Starting to shake from the cold, Rey blew into her hands and tried to flex them to get the blood moving. Unbuckling herself from the bindings of the seat with one hand, Rey tried to see if any of the preliminary functions of her plane would work at all. Mainly heat...Rey really, really wanted to see if the heat worked.

Despite some creative overrides and moving secondary commands around, the plane's life support refused to turn back on. Sighing, Rey leaned back in the pilot's seat and started the plane's diagnostics to see what was causing the issues. She put her hands under her armpits, trying to get some warmth to them. She watched the sensor bar slowly flicker. It would take a few hours for the plane to fully identify what was wrong. Rey's knee bounced in agitation, she'd be dead by that point if she didn't get some shelter.

With some careful manoeuvring, Rey managed to pull the emergency kit out from behind her seat and started to pile on all the clothes she had brought with her. This equated to her thin linen pants, a long sleeve shirt, another thin linen shirt was pulled over that, she unravelled the long scarf she brought with her and started to wrap it around her head, hoping to keep some of her heat in her body. She moved the material with the skill of someone who's done the motion countless times. Rey couldn't help but smile a bit. She'd never in her wildest dreams imagine that the wrap that she used to keep the piercing sands of Jakku out of her eyes and mouth would be used for the same purpose...but with snow...the exact opposite of sand.

That was when she first realized that the bang to the head had been a little worse than she had imagined. She winced as she brought the thin fabric to her forehead. Her fingers came away wet with blood when she went to explore what had caused her the pain. Rey bit down on her cheek to keep from passing out again. Her whole head started to swim with the touch. Tender as it was, she continued to wrap the material around her head, but was careful to go gently over the front.

She ripped half a meter off of the scarf and began wrapping it around her hands. They were already stiff and hard to move. Rey had a feeling that if she didn't get them warm soon, she might have more things to worry about than not just having a working plane.

With a few deep breaths for courage, Rey pulled the straps of the emergency bag over her shoulders and brought down her pilot goggles over her eyes. Once she had finished checking to make sure that everything was secure and that the plane would keep running its diagnostics, she released the catch on the cockpit door.

Rey was immediately bombarded with pellets of snow and ice. She winced at the pain. The cold was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She thought she knew what cold felt like when she had been on the Starkiller Base, but that experience paled in comparison to this. She felt the breath ripped from her body by the icy winds. It took every once of her willpower to climb down from the plane and leave in search of shelter.

Her first view of Csilla was a desolate one. Ice of a deep brilliant blue and crystalline snow as far as the eye could see. It would have almost have been pretty to explore around the planet...if she hadn't been so cold. Rey hugged her arms to her body, hoping to conserve some of her heat.

That's it. She willed herself. Just one step forward. She took a step forward and her leg immediately sank in up to the knee. She fought back a shutter as the snow penetrated her entirely inappropriate pants. She hadn't planned on going for a walk though snow, she was still dressed in the clothes she knew best...ones for the desert. She took another breath and forced herself on. She was more than a little pleased to find out that once she moved away from the fighter, the snow was immensely more stable and she no longer sunk in with every step.

That didn't stop the howling winds from cutting her right to the bone however. She had never been so cold in her life. She could no longer stop her teeth from chattering as she trudged onward. The sky was growing increasingly dark as she moved further and further away from the site of her crash. She hugged her body tighter.

I need to find shelter...and fast!

Rey's first thought had been to find a cave. It would provide her shelter and she'd be able to hopefully light a fire. Soon it became clearly evident that no cave would be found. So Rey moved on to her second option. Any sheltered space, any where. In the final rays of day light, she managed to find a crevasse between two momentous bodies of ice. With a steely determination, Rey proceeded to wedge her freezing body through the crack, praying that it would protect her. It was her last hope.

Unfortunately the planet of ice was not going to be of any assistance. Much to her dismay, the crack in the glacier, only went in a few feet. Rey slid down the back ice wall in defeat. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead against it.

So this is how I die. She mournfully thought. She could no longer feel her toes.

She no longer had any fight left in her. She pulled the bag off of her back and pulled out the emergency solar blanket and wrapped the thin silver material around her shoulders. She felt tears well up in her eyes behind the goggles.

Regrets immediately started to flood her. She wish that she had been kinder to Luke. He had only wanted what was best for her. She wish she could have seen more of the galaxy. She wished that she hadn't been so naive in staying on Jakku as long as she had. Who knows where she might be today if she had gotten on that first charter who offered her a mechanics position? She had a feeling that she would not be about to freeze to death on Csilla. She wish that someone, anyone knew that she was here. She did not want her eternal resting place to be inside of a glacier.

Rey closed her eyes and pulled the makeshift blanket a little tighter. Every fiber of her being screamed from the cold. She could only hope that the warm you were supposed to experience before dying came quickly.

Someone, please find me. She weakly pleaded to the cosmos. I don't want to die.

The tall figure had no problem finding the crevasse in the ice. It had known exactly where to look after all. With some hesitation, the figure reached out and tried to sense if there was any life left in the girl. With a sigh of relief, they could still feel a heartbeat. With long arms they pulled Rey's still body out from the ice. Holding her close, the figure swiftly carried her away.

"It's going to be okay." The voice whispered for no one to hear but them alone.