Corellia

Sara Bridger, 21, – blue eyes and hair just like her father – was escavenging in Corellia for spare parts for the Resistance ships in the long-abandoned Empire factories; she had managed to collect a lot of important and expensive parts before her presence had been noticed there. But once it had, the First Order sent a great number of stormtroopers to the planet to find her. They'd even sent their masked dark-Force user, Kylo Ren, who simply walked around one of the factories, as if taking a stroll in the park, and seemed to be ready to board his Upsilon ship already, leaving Corellia without fighting her. Again. Sara was getting tired of that; every battle she went ready to engage him but he always left before that could happen. Not today. She thought. Running towards his ship to intercept him before he could reach its door.

"Looking for someone?" She asked, lightsaber twirling in her hand as she faced him.

"Bridger." he said her name like a curse, stopping with his hands clenched on his sides, seeming to be considering whether to attack her or not; so she attacked him first and he quickly ignited his red crossguard lightsaber to protect himself from her blows. Their weapons clashed furiously, but never reaching the target, for they were equally skilled and powerful. However Sara was determined to defeat him, he was the First Order's Second-in-Command – a position he shared with the ginger Armitage Hux. If she killed Ren – or better yet: imprisoned him – it would be an exceptional victory for the Resistance. But he was good, wielding his lightsaber dexterously, making it really hard for her to land a blow on him.

They fought for long minutes, and Sara began to notice he actually avoided fatally injuring her, worrying more about defending himself from her blows than about incapacitating her.

She frowned at him as they circled each other. "What's the matter with you?" she asked. "I can tell you're holding back. I've seen you fight before, you're better than this."

"If you're not smart or fast enough to penetrate my defenses, don't blame me for your shortcomings." He replied, his voice muffled and mechanized by the helmet.

Those words fed her anger, Sara hated being teased and undermined, so she attacked him with determination, using the Force to send a gush of wind to hit his legs, taking him by surprise, and bringing him down onto his knees. She ran to him, before he had the chance to stand up, and hit his head with the hilt of her lightsaber, so hard he fell onto the ground unconscious despite the protection of the helmet.

She got his lightsaber from the ground and lifted him by means of the Force, making him float in front of her towards her ship. A group of stormtroopers tried to intercept her but she was feeling too victorious to give them a second of her time – she had Kylo Ren in her hands, she didn't care about killing some troopers. So with a move of her hand, she threw them all up into the air, making them hit the ground ten meters away, hard. She reached her ship – a YT-2400 light freighter known as the Mirrorbright – closed the door, and cuffed the still unconscious man to a pipe in the corridor between the door and the cockpit. Next she went to the cockpit, setting course to Lothal. Once she had jumped into hyperspace, she relaxed on her seat, enjoying the silence of her ship, feeling really proud of her day's achievements: she had collected the parts they needed and imprisoned the mighty Kylo Ren! That was two victories! Three, if you took into account she hadn't gotten hurt in the process. She closed her eyes, getting ready to take a nap in the pilot's seat – feeling too comfortable to get up and walk to her room; but a few minutes into the hyperspace jump she heard her name being called: "Bridger!"

"What the hell?" she opened her eyes, shocked to hear that voice calling her name, for she knew the owner of that voice.

She walked out of the cockpit and in the direction of the sound: "Hey, Bridger. It's me! Come on!" she heard again, plus the rattling of the metal cuffs.

When she turned the corner and saw her prisoner, she stopped dead in her tracks, not believing her eyes; Kylo had taken his helmet off.

"I can explain." He began.

"How is this possible?" she was baffled.

"I thought you knew! Aren't you with the Resistance?" he sounded just as puzzled.

"Yes, I am."

"So how don't you know?"

"Know what?" she nearly shouted.

"My mother must've told you about me! About the plan!"

Sara stared at her ex-classmate, not understanding what was happening. She had captured Kylo Ren, the leader of the evil Knights of Ren, how come stupid Ben Solo was in her ship wearing Ren's clothes?

"I'm not who you think I am." He continued, softening his tone a little.

She shook her head, completely lost; the shock of seeing his face two years after he had burned down the Skywalker Temple and gone to work to the Dark Side freezing her in place.

"You are Kylo Ren?" She asked, trying to put things together.

"Yes. And how the fuck you don't know? Of all the people in the Resistance, Precious, I'd have thought my mother would've told you!" the nickname he had called her while they were in the Temple left his lips with ease and he winced, regretting saying it the moment he'd uttered it.

Sara's face immediately changed from shock to hatred. She had never been friends with him – too preppy for her liking, always well dressed, pristine white Jedi robes (that contrasted beautifully with his black hair – she immediately scolded herself from thinking that), the nephew of the Jedi Master, the Prince, the war heroes' son, with his stupid calligraphy hobby, always teasing her for not being feminine, for breaking things. But she'd always defeated him at the Temple, and for that he'd teased her even further. She hated his guts. And now she had him cuffed in her ship.

"I know perfectly well who you are, Solo." She replied before tapping on her wrist holocomm, calling Leia.

"Hi, Spector seven. Are you on your way?" Leia asked.

"Yes, General. I've got the parts and a prisoner that says you should've explained a few things to me." She reached out her arm, turning the holocomm so that Leia could face the man on the floor.

"Ben." Leia exhaled. "Why did you engage her?"

"I didn't!" he defended himself. "She attacked me on my way to the Upsilon! Why didn't you tell me she was in the Resistance now? And why didn't you explain anything to her?"

Leia sighed and turned to Sara. "Uncuff him, Sara."

"What? No!" she exclaimed in defiance.

"Look, there's a reason Ben is doing this." Continued Leia. "Who saw you taking him?"

"Everyone."

"Ok." Leia let out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose, obviously annoyed with that situation. She lowered her hand and looked at them both, "Bring him to Lothal, Sara, and I'll meet you in the parking lot – do not leave the Mirrorbright before we talk, Ben!" she ordered. "And explain everything to her." And she hung up.

Sara lowered her arm and stared at the man on sitting on the floor, trying to remember her despise for him, forcing herself to forget other things. She brought forward her strongest disgusted tone: "I have no idea what's going on here, Solo, so you'd better start explaining."

"Uncuff me first." He rattled the cuffs.

"Not happening." She sat in front of him on the floor. "I don't think I can trust you. Besides I kinda like seeing you like that." She smirked. "Explain."

Ben sighed frustrated. "Look, Bridger, I'll keep it short for you: I left the Temple to join Snoke because Palpatine isn't as dead as we thought."

She frowned deeply. "What? No. You're pulling my leg. That can't be true."

"But it is." he sighed. "And infiltrating the First Order was a way to find out more about how, why and when he'll attack."

Sara looked at him, sensing nothing but truth coming from him, a fearful look slowly forming on her face. "Shit. That's bad." She thought a little longer. "Ok, then." She whispered after a while and got up.

"Release me, Bridger, come on!" he asked again.

"Not yet. I'm still enjoying the view." She smirked. "Having your worshipfulness cuffed to my ship's air ducts is giving me such joy." she mocked him.

"Tell me how a Loth-rat like you ended up in the Resistance?" he decided two could play their old insult game. "They must be really desperate, anyone can join now, it seems."

"Right." She smiled, completely unaffected by his insults. "Call me a rat all you want, Solo. But we both know what I found in your burned cabin in Yavin."

Her words had him hesitating. "Care to share with the class?"

"Half of a letter. In your pretty handwriting. To me. Does it ring a bell?"

He gulped. And she got closer, enjoying his sudden nervousness, kneeled beside him and ran a hand through his hair (trying not to think of how soft it was). She yanked on it, making him look up at her, and nearly touched her nose to his: "Try to undermine me all you want with your words, for I know now that's the way you hide what you truly feel for me." She let go of his hair and walked away from him without another word.

Ben touched his forehead to the metal wall. Fuck. She found it. Two years ago he wrote her a letter in Yavin in the hours before he had to put his plan into action, and in the letter he admitted he'd only teased her because he loved her – something that he knew didn't make any sense, for if he had been nice to her instead it'd have been much easier to get close to her. But he had teased and annoyed her since her first day in Yavin 4, for that was the only way his twelve-year-old self knew how to make her notice him. If only he knew then that his attitude would do nothing but make her hate his guts. When he was sixteen he admitted (to himself) that he was in love with her – she had bewitched him the first moment his eyes met her blue ones – but by then she already despised him. Now they were adults and her feelings for him were clearly the same: despise, anger, hate; and his feelings for her had never changed – she was the reason he'd always gone to every single battle against the Resistance: it was the only place where he could see her; and he knew he was just feeding dreams he'd never have the chance to fulfil, but considering what was to come, dreams were all he could have. He sighed heavily against the metal wall and tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in, it had been a while since he had slept without fearing for his life and he knew Sara wasn't going to kill him – at least not before they reached Lothal anyway.

Sara sat in the cockpit looking at one of the screens, looking at Ben. He must be really tired. She thought, for he was fast asleep in what had to be an uncomfortable position. She sighed, recognizing that she was being childish for leaving him cuffed even though she now knew he wasn't a threat to her, but she still remembered all his teasing at the Temple, and leaving him cuffed was her way of having a little payback – there hadn't been a day where he hadn't found a way to annoy, insult or pick a fight with her in Yavin. When she had found the half-burned letter in his cabin, she was surprised to read such heartfelt words in his elegant handwriting.

"I hurt you loth-cat, I know, but forgive my young self – insulting you was the only way that boy knew how to have your deep sea-blue eyes looking at him and, at such tender age, your frown was better than your indifference." Sara knew the letter by heart already, it was so beautiful. If anyone told her that it had been Ben Solo who'd written it, she'd have never believed them, but she'd been the one to find it and she recognized his handwriting. And, although he never mentioned her name in it, she knew it was for her, for he apologized a lot in the page-long letter for all the things he had done (to her) and called her 'loth-cat' – Sara was the only padawan from Lothal in the Skywalker Temple.

So he hurt her because he wanted her looking at him and twelve-year olds don't know how to be nice to girls they like. Now, at 21, she could understand that. But after 8 years of unstoppable teasing, she had learned to hate him – but the letter's author? The opposite had happened: she'd learned to love him, she dreamed about him and carried in her heart all the beautiful words and feelings he had poured in the letter; in her mind, her ex-classmate Ben Solo was one person, and the letter writer was another. But seeing him in person again had thrown her feelings into a chaotic spiral.

Lothal

Two hours later, Sara landed the Mirrorbright in her usual spot in the parking lot and saw Leia walk towards the ship with a bag in her hands. She opened the door for her to board and Leia walked in, easily finding her son still cuffed and on the floor.

"Good morning, mom." Ben greeted her.

"Morning, son." She kissed his cheek, shaking her head. "She still hates you, I see."

"Yeah. But I actually slept like a baby, so no harm done."

"I'm glad you're here." Leia said softly.

"Me too." He looked down the corridor and saw Sara coming towards them. "Here she comes." he whispered with a smile.

"Hi, General." Said Sara, before looking down at Ben, "I hope your stay in my ship was miserable, your highnessness."

"It was very satisfying, Precious, thanks for caring." he replied, still smiling.

Leia had to hide a laugh, but Sara noticed it and looked at her very displeased, throwing a keychain with two keys at her. "You can let him go, if you want." And she walked out of her ship.

Leia looked down at her son and laughed. "Was your relationship always like that?" she uncuffed him.

"Yep." he stood up, stretching and hugging her. "Uncle Luke learned very early on to not pair us for dueling lessons – things used to get bloody pretty quickly, mainly my face."

She laughed again. "You know... maybe you still have a chance with her after all. This is exactly what my relationship with your dad was in the beginning."

"Really?" Ben seemed interested.

Leia nodded and gave him the bag she was carrying, "There's a change of clothes in there. Rooms are that way." she pointed. "Get dressed and leave your costume in there."

"Costume?" he asked, in feign indignation, "This is a very expensive light armor that I had Hux pay for." he smiled. "And let me tell you it's also high fashion."

Leia played along, "Right, your grandma would be proud. Now go change!"

And he walked to the bedrooms, finding Sara's, changing and leaving his black Ren's clothes neatly folded on her bed.

Notes: Another story with these two. Hate/love this time, with a different Sara (last name Bridger – be warned I've seen too much Rebels; if you haven't, you should) Happy ending guaranteed (as usual), and lots of smut. It'll be around 10 chapters total. Hope you enjoy it!