Ah! You made it to chapter 10! Thank you for reading my story, all of you out there. I really am thankful for your time!

I've made some critical decisions about this story, I figured I should share.

1) I am making a lemon (Yes, there will be a sex scene) but, I am posting that as whole separate story to keep this one rated T. A move that should keep the story viewership growing. For those that would like to read it, I will upload it the day of the chapter it was supposed to happen in. It will be titled "The Epicinium: Lemon"

2) I really am having trouble grasping how Rey would feel about such relations (i.e sexual stuff), so if you have any suggestions feel free to PM me or drop them in the reviews

3) I will not make anyone more 'war' scenes. Fighting scenes between characters will happen, but no more multi chapter battles. You guys seemed to not like them, so I will take out the next three part battle I had planned.

Enjoy the Reylo, I have a lot of it planned!

Maybe even a flash back or two, who knows...

Sincerely,

London.

Rey had barely managed to make it to the Falcon before the heavens opened up to release a hailstorm of rain down onto the base. Ben had been called by Finn to help with locating more impounded Republic ships that were scattered around the galaxy the second the two arrived back, and Rey already missed his presence. The porgs were unusually quite, Rey guessed they had sensed the storm. Luke had told her animals could sense and feel the Force, but not use it. "Instinct" he had called it, explaining that ancient Jedi brought special birds into kyber mines. If the bird died, the mine was unsafe.

Thunder boomed overhead, making Rey flinch. From her seat on the Falcon, she could hear all the deep rumbles and sharp splits of lighting cascading down from the sky. She hated thunderstorms, lightning was her biggest fear. Sitting alone in her quarters, she looked towards the small bed and decided to lay down, maybe rest would take her mind of the storm.

Another bolt rang out, closer this time, and Rey felt her abdominal muscles tense up at the sound. Waiting a moment before releasing, Rey let out a breath. It is okay to be afraid, she remembered telling herself. After her first thunderstorm she just accepted she would never be okay with thunder and lighting, but at least it wasn't like Poe with his bones. Smiling a bit, despite being increasingly nervous, Rey pulled up a small blanket around her for comfort.

A third crackle sounded with the force of a thousand ion cannons. Flinching again, Rey assumed the storm was right over the base. I hope everyone is inside... she thought, worrying someone had been foolish enough to walk on the runway during this storm. After a few moments of staring into the ceiling with thunder rumbling overhead, Rey noticed a book she hand't seen before on a desk. Using the Force, she floated it towards her.

"Who put you here?" Rey asked the book, turning it over to read the cover. "The Tale of Mistress Lykke" She couldn't contain her laughter. A romance novel! Could this be Ben's? No, he would never! Rey ran her fingers over the book, attempting to sense the owner. "Not Finn, he doesn't like books... Poe?" Rey let out a gasp, before a huge smile grew on her face. "There is no way..." Rey flipped open the cover, maybe it was a really good book, and Poe wasn't actually into this genre.

Rey flipped to a random chapter of the book and began to read. After a few pages of skimming over paragraphs Rey began to sound out the story to herself, astonished by what she saw. "In the garden, I awaited the arrival of Soren. A man with such treasures to bestow upon me in such ways I had only dreamed about. Wrapped in a cloak of anticipation, my lower regions began to..." Rey felt her cheeks grow hot and she quickly slammed the book closed, exhaling deeply she started to giggle. Poe, you're hopeless...

Just then another boom of thunder rumbled through the Falcon. Rey flinched again, stopping her laughter dead in its tracks. She felt her fingers tighten around the book as the thunder kept rolling, sending deep vibrations through the hollow walls of the ship. When the rumbling stopped, Rey slowly relaxed her muscles and sighed. No sense in laying here doing nothing, might as well check on the Porgs.

Rey got up nervously as more thunder boomed overhead. Despite her fear, she neatly put her blanket back on the bed and placed Poe's book where she had found it. She exited her quarters with stiff legs, walking down the halls looking for the nesting Porgs. A few moments later she came to a nest of three, who huddled around each other. Smiling, Rey reached over to pet one when she felt the landing hatch to the Falcon open, sending sounds of cascading rain throughout the halls.

Instantly standing straight, Rey whipped around and reached for her saber on her hip. It wasn't there. Uh oh. Rey remembered she had set it down on the desk in her quarters when she arrived at the Falcon. The ramp to enter the ship was now fully down, and Rey had a choice on her hands. I can either go face whoever is here with no weapon, just my abilities or go grab my saber and hope they are friendly... There was not a moment to waste, Rey made her mind up and ran back to her quarters, which was on the opposite side of the landing bay. She could hear the footsteps coming up the ramp, and she hurried into her quarters.

The Falcon was an easily recognizable ship, and a good code breaker could make the doors open without codes or a fob with ease. Rey hadn't remembered if she had locked it or not, so it might have just been open. Rey saw her saber a few feet away, with no time left she Force pulled it to her. Since there was a huge influx of people joining the Resistance, some asshole could have just joined to ransack the Falcon. Or worse, they could be trying to destroy it.

The mysterious footsteps got closer, they sounded hurried but strong. Rey pulled her saber up to an offensive stance, waiting for the intruder to show themselves or walk by. A crack of thunder rolled through the Falcon, disorienting Rey and for a bereft moment she could not hear the footsteps getting closer. In that time, the intruder had made their way all the way down the hall and turned the corner to enter Rey's quarters.

In a flash, Rey ignited her saber and reached out with the Force push the stranger back against the walls of the ship. Rey could hear him grunt as he hit the wall, but in the glow of yellow, she could not see her intruder and stepped forward to confront him anyways.

"Who are you?" Rey demanded with a strong assertive tone, as another bolt of lighting sent a clap of thunder down onto the base. Rey could sense the mans location on the floor, and pointed her saber at him. The glow of the light made it hard for Rey to make out the details of his face.

"Rey-" She raised to swing, in a moment of anger "REY! Stop, it's me! Poe!" Rey knew the voice, and she relaxed her arm allowing the saber to fall to her side, revealing it was in fact Poe Dameron on the floor in front of her. His face was a mix of fear, anger, and confusion.

"I'm sorry..." Rey unignited her saber, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. "I shouldn't have done that." She had lost her cool and almost attacked a friend of hers, the storm had made her uneasy it seemed. Poe's eyes darted back and fourth between her face and her saber. Poe was very, very confused about why it had been yellow. Not only that, why she looked so afraid.

"It's okay, Rey." Water dripped off his hair into his face, he stood up slowly and saw the emotions on Rey's face. She looked like she were about to cry. "I'm just here looking for my book." He brushed himself off, still soaked from his run to the Falcon. He had so many questions right now, but only one stuck out to him. "Are you alright?" Rey felt an overwhelming sense of relief and regret.

"Yea, I'm fine." She shrugged, hooking her saber back to her hip. She dropped her gaze from his face, Poe always knew when she was lying. Just then, a loud boom of thunder shook through the Falcon and Rey visibly winced, feeling her shoulders tense up and hands clench. Poe was a smart guy, he put two and two together pretty quick.

"Not a fan of thunderstorms, huh?" His voice was soothing. Poe wasn't always this way, but he genuinely cared about his troops and friends. Rey looked back at him, and he could tell he was right.

"No." Rey simply answered, relaxing her shoulders only slightly. He sighed, walking up to her. She looked at him with a side glance, Rey flinched again as a smaller bolt sent a weak roll of thunder that echoed the base. To Poe, this made a lot of sense to him. Rey had lived all her life on Jakku, where it never rained, ever. He could only have imagined what she thought when she experienced her first thunderstorm.

"Not much rain on Jakku, makes sense." He placed his hand on her shoulder, she was so tense. She looked up at him, but quickly turned away to head back into her quarters.

"I don't like lightening." Rey announced dryly, her back was turned to him. That too, made sense to him too. Rey had probably never seen it until only a year ago, but he could have sworn he had seen it come out of her hands before. She bent over slightly to grab Poe's book he had come for, and he had to resist himself form looking at her inappropriately.

"It's just energy, nothing to be afraid of." Rey got stiff for a moment, standing up straight. Lightening by itself was scary to her, but the underlying meaning it had to her only made it worse.

"Enough energy to kill us, instantly." Another roll of thunder entered their earlobes as if on cue with Rey's fear. She tensed again, and Poe looked over at her to make sure it was okay. He knew Rey was very rational, so giving a rational explanation should comfort her.

"That's if it hits us." That was a mistake. Poe noticed Rey's eyes grow wide with fear, and he instantly regretted what he said. Rey already knew Sith lightening could be used to injure and kill, but she had no idea that natural lightening could even hit people.

"There is a chance?" She raised her eyebrows looking over at Poe, and he shook his head as if to retract his previous statement. He looked over at a chair and took a seat. Honesty was key with Rey, he knew he needed to stick with his plan.

"Yes, but the chances are minuscule, near -impossible." Rey raised her eyebrows still, giving him a look. He sensed she didn't believe him, so now was the time to get his science on. Another bolt struck near, causing Rey to tense up yet again.

"When a low pressure system meets a low-" Poe began to restate his academy essay on thunderstorms, when Rey cut him off abruptly.

"Its getting closer." Poe looked confused, Rey's eyes darted up and around nervously. There hadn't even been another bolt, or even a roll of thunder. There was no way she could tell. Just then, a huge blot struck down. It sounded fairly close, the thunder was no longer a rumble but a crackle. He looked over at Rey, who had become a tense ball of Jedi.

"Here, lemme come over there." Poe stood up from his current chair, making his way over to Rey who sat on the end of the bed. She gave a weak smile as he took a seat next to her, an attempt to comfort his worried friend. "This is a bad one, they usually aren't this intense." Rey gave a little snort, looking away from him.

"Can it get any worse than this?" She asked, not exactly wanting an answer, but still curious none the less. Poe sighed, it was almost saddening seeing the Force user in a state of fear. Normally, Poe would count on her to protect him if he was ever in direct danger. He tried to remember to be honest, Rey liked honesty.

"Yes, unfortunately." He answered firmly, rubbing the back of his head. Rey turned to him, her eyes wide and mysterious, and it was impossible for Poe to gauge her thoughts.

"When will it be over." Her voice was quiet, almost scary quiet, as if she were pleading to him without giving up her self-esteem. Poe now felt genuinely bad for his friend, it was unusual seeing her in such a way. Finn had sometimes talked about how Rey could get emotional, often angry at times, but Poe didn't believe him as he had only seen Rey act a certain way.

"Soon, I would guess." He tried to think of the science explanation to give her. Rey waited for his answer, just gazing at the pilots face. "There is only a certain amount of energy in the atmosphere. Eventually the storm will die out, or it will just blow over. The worst storms never last the longest, we just have to wait." Poe felt pretty confident in his answer, hoping that it would reassure Rey, but the way her eyes sank to the floor told him otherwise.

"I hate waiting." Rey softly kicked the ground, there was a hint of malice in her voice that made Poe instantly believe her. He had never actually heard her back story, only thing he did know that she was a scavenger from Jakku. Suddenly, Poe got an idea that he figured would work to calm her down.

"I know something that can make the wait feel shorter." He rubbed the back of his head harder, and Rey quickly perked up to look at him. "It might be against your Jedi code or- err something like that." Rey smiled a bit, this time Poe could tell it was real.

"I've read the whole code, I don't intend to follow every one of those restrictive rules." Rey was telling the truth. After reading the whole code she firmly believed that some of it was unnecessarily strict, and as the last Jedi around she felt as if there was no need to follow the code. That is a story Rey would tell him later.

"Well, good." Poe gave a little smile as another roll of thunder washed through the Falcon, and Rey visibly tightened up. "You got my gift, right? The one for talking to Finn." Rey nodded in response, Poe let his smile grow. "Great! I have another of the same bottle here, on the Falcon. We should share a drink!" Rey smiled for a moment, but her smile quickly changed to a frown.

"Leia never let me drink." Rey mumbled, feeling suddenly ashamed for even considering it. Poe rolled his eyes, of course Leia would deprive her of such a god experience! He stood up, walking over to the desk he was just at as another boom of thunder echoed overhead.

"How old are you again, Rey." Poe asked without turning to look at her. Rey tensed a bit, this was a question she got a lot, but didn't always know how to answer. On Jakku, she knew how old she was when she was left there as Unkar Plutt kept record of the new scavengers age. Rey did not know when her birthday was, but she did know she arrived on Jakku when she was five years old and spent fourteen years surviving on that wasteland according to her counting.

"I am twenty, I think." Rey added that last bit, not knowing if it was okay or not to second guess herself in front of Poe. He stopped rummaging through the desk, slightly gasping in surprise.

"You don't know your own age?" Poe clearly recalled celebrating her birthday a while back but had forgotten how old the Jedi Apprentice was turning. Rey felt embarrassed, feeling her cheeks grow hot, she shook her head as another loud thunder boom shook the cabin.

"I don't know my birthday, and my counting could have been slightly off... I know I'm at least twenty." Poe realized again that on Jakku, Rey had no means of knowing when she was born if she had no one to tell her. This made him sympathetic for the woman before him, but that was only natural.

"Don't worry about it, if you say you're twenty, you're twenty." Rey gave a faint smile, as Poe opened another drawer to find his already opened bottle of Rum. "Aha! Found it." Next to the bottle were four glasses, but he only pulled out two.

"Is that the same stuff you got me?" Rey asked curiously, leaning off the bed to get a better view of the bottle before he turned around. Poe twisted open the cap, moving the closer together.

"Yes it is, this is my favorite." Poe replied, not taking his eyes off the glasses as he poured his cup. Rey could already smell the alcohol in the drink, it was a powerful smell she hadn't had much experience with. Poe finished filling his glass halfway, and started to pour Reys'.

"It must be good, if it can pass the impeccable palate that is Poe Dameron." Rey teased, standing up to walk over to the pilot. One thing she had noticed was that Poe had a very simplistic diet, even with the huge assortment of exotic foods to try on market day.

"I agree." Poe sarcastically replied, turning around with the two glasses in his hand, the bottle still on the desk. Rey smiled, her mind slowly fading from the thunder that rumbled overhead.

"Which ones mine?" She asked, reaching out with her hand. Poe looked down to make sure he poured enough into hers, and handed her one that was only a quarter of the way full. He only wanted this to relax her, not get her wasted, even though that would be a sight to behold.

"This one, have you ever drank before?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the young Jedi. Rey nodded and looked down at her glass, it seemed stronger than the drinks she had at the celebration.

"Yes, only twice before. Once at the celebration after my- I mean our victory on Exegol." Poe laughed at her little joke, it was true that she played a huge role in the success of the battle. However, he was curious on the first time.

"And the other time?" He questioned, still with his eye brow raised. Rey blushed slightly, not ready to tell the full story about her adventures on Ajan Kloss. Poe noticed her blush, and leaned back. "Come on, you can tell me." She laughed again, and brought the drink to her face.

"It was only one drink! It doesn't matter anyways." Rey quickly took a fairly large sip, and instantly regretted it. The drink was sweet, but the burn of alcohol quickly filled her mouth and back of her throat. She swallowed hard, her face scrunching up as an amused Poe looked on, taking a moderate sip of his drink. "Ack!" Rey coughed. "You could have warned me!" She gave Poe a look before taking a much smaller sip of her already gone drink.

"Where would the fun be in that, huh?" Poe said with a tease, holding his glass to his mouth watching his friend react to his drink. He should've warned her, but it was to damn funny to watch her reaction. After all, Rey was a tough one, she would get over it. Rey looked at the empty glass and felt the warm sensation of the drink through her chest.

"Is this enough to make me feel more relaxed, like you said?" She questioned raising an eyebrow,while holding her glass out towards him in case the ace needed to pour more into it. Poe thought for a moment, then shrugged taking a final sip of his first cup.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't think so. You're a Jedi anyways, you probably have mind powers to resist the onset of the alcohol." He turned around and grabbed the bottle, then turning quickly around to pour some into both their glasses. "But no more after this until it kicks in." He cautioned, filling his glass back up halfway.

"Why?- and no, that is not a power that Jedi have." Rey replied, pushing her glass closer to him as if rushing him along to pour more. She hated the way thunder made her tense, if this could help she needed it fast. Fear, as a wise Jedi once said, is a path to the darkside. And with her heritage, that was something she must avoid at all cost.

"We don't want you stumbling around the base." Poe replied, pouring some into her cup. This time he left it at halfway, figuring it would be enough that way. Rey rolled her eyes, taking her glass back once Poe had finished pouring.

"I guess I can see the issue with that." Rey nonchalantly replied back, as the new General turned around to place the bottle back on the desk. "Ya know, I do wonder what that is like, you know to be drunk." She said more quietly, putting her glass to her mouth as the Pilot turned back to face his friend, raising an eyebrow.

"If your asking to do it now, I am saying no." Rey didn't mind, getting hammered wasn't high on her list of to-do's at the moment. Poe sighed and continued "But if you do ever want to have a night out, we can share drinks at the bar one time." Poe suddenly stopped, realizing how it had sounded as if he was asking her out. However, the Jedi was oblivious to any of that, she had no idea.

"Leia would kill me if she was still around to watch me have drinks with the infamous Poe." Rey laughed, making eye contact with him as she took a sip of her drink. She could feel the warm liquid deep within her stomach, and it felt comforting, like a blanket. Poe reached to rub the back of his neck again.

"You're wrong, Leia would kill me first." Poe laughed a bit thinking about how his old leader would have reacted to such a statement. While there was no romantic implications, a man like Poe taking Leia's young Jedi would have gotten him court marshaled for sure.

"She never liked us together, I can only imagine why." Rey sarcastically joked, taking another sip of her rum. Poe looked down at his glass and laughed as well, he could still hear Leia's voice saying 'Keep your paws off her.' Poe knew she wasn't worried about him getting inside Rey rather then getting inside her head convincing her to go on daring missions with him that could result in her capture or worse. He knew it was wise to keep Rey on the base until need be, but it still angered him when he lost good men that could have been saved by Rey's powers.

"I always wanted to-" Poe's heartfelt speech was abruptly cut off by Rey finishing her glass and holding it out to him. Her eyes round and innocent, asking for more. "Hey- that is enough for now." Poe reluctantly replied. Out of all the hard things he has had to do, saying no to Rey's face was one of the hardest.

"I don't feel anything." Rey countered, hoping to swing her argument and get more drink. It tasted good, a great blend of sweet and dry with a decent amount of burn. Unfortunately, Rey did not know how alcohol worked, and her proposal fell through. Poe gave her a look.

"You don't now, but you will soon." He saw Rey tilt her head in confusion. I guess on Jakku they don't teach that stuff. He thought, walking over to her, taking her glass away and placing on the desk next to the half used bottle. Rey just watched him as he did so, trusting his words over her own. Poe sighed. "I'll explain it all over a game of Dejarik." He said, which in turn caused Rey to smile.

"I'm going to beat you." Rey said with a smirk, teasing her competitive friend into a challenge. The Dejarik board in the Falcon was an older one, but still played great. Poe rolled his eyes, brushing off her challenge.

"Have you ever beat Chewie?" He asked, motioning with his head for her to follow as he walked passed her. Rey smiled, her mind completely off the rolling thunder that still rumbled over the base. It didn't cross her mind how all it took to get her mind off the storm was not the drink but it was a friend.

"No" Rey replied quickly, the words escaping her smile as they walked the halls. Maybe it was the drinks kicking in, or maybe it was her company. Whatever the reason, Rey couldn't stop smiling. Reflecting on her day, she smile grew even wider. She had completed her saber, walked with Ben and shared an embrace with him that she had longed for, and now she was sharing a drink with a friend she rarely had quality time with. In her happiness, she failed to notice Poe bring the bottle with them.

Nothing can possible go wrong, not today, today is a good day.

And that was the last thing Rey remembered from that night.

Ah! I've done it again, another cliff hanger. Oops.

The next chapter is going to be so much fun to write, ugh, I can't wait.

I can't say much about next chapter without spoiling it, but I can say it will be hilarious and adorable.

Nothing really else to comment one besides that.

Oh yea, review please! Reading the messages you guys leave makes my day and I even respond to some of them!

As of right now I am at 68 reviews, so lets aim for 74 before next chapter! If you all chip in to get to 80 reviews I will add some extra Reylo fluff next chapter just for fun!

Sincerely yours,

London.