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Chapter 002 – Nobody

When she touched him, it was as if her hand stopped the beating of his heart. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to draw the next breath. And he hated himself for feeling so weak. Not much of a Supreme Leader now, are you, he thought.

The shock both of them felt at the touch was similar to the one they shared that evening on Ahch-To. Similar, but not exactly the same. Back then, they both saw glimpses of each other's futures and Ben had realised he had to follow his feelings, as much as he'd hated to have any feelings at all. Now, as they stood in a dark alley somewhere on one of the countless space ports of the galaxy, he understood something more.

No matter how much they tried to run in opposite directions, they would end up facing each other, so close that they shared the same air. No matter how hard they tried to destroy this connection, it would always bring them together eventually.

But then, again, he couldn't say they tried all that hard. He certainly wasn't. Was she?

It was hard to concentrate with her being so close. Rey's hazel eyes seemed more grey than usually, with tiny sparks of amber around her dilated irises. Ben couldn't resist wondering, not for the first time, how soft would her lips be if he leaned in and kiss her. He didn't dare a move, though, afraid she would push him away. She had denied him once already.

Which he should have seen coming. It fitted the pattern perfectly.

And yet, there was the vision of the future, which they undeniably shared. As much as Snoke had boasted about bridging Ben and Rey's minds, he hadn't put the visions in there. He hadn't had the power to shape the future, he hadn't even foreseen his own death.

"Maybe I will come and find you," Ben said. He was genuinely surprised he managed to speak at all, Rey's proximity was making him light-headed. Weak and pathetic. But there was no point in analysing this now. Or fighting it. In fact, he had decided to stop fighting it long time ago and it had been his decision, only his, Snoke's meddling had nothing to do with it. "I'll find you and your rebel friends, and destroy you one by one," he added, but even he didn't believe his own words. Naturally, Rey didn't either.

"You've already found me." She said, her hand still on his chest. The touch felt so palpable, almost as if she was really there. The blue light from the fish tank made her look quite unreal, like a ghost.

Tentatively he covered her hand in his, letting their fingers intertwine. He assumed she'd push him away, even though she was the one to initiate the touch, to reach out. When she didn't, he wasn't sure what to do. He decided not to do anything, to just let it last. Her skin felt so material, this whole moment felt as real as if the Force had actually transported him to whenever Rey was. He wished they could just stay there, alone somewhere in the galaxy, far away from the war. As he looked at her knew she felt the same.

He had called her nobody, back there in the Snoke's Throne Room. He had hurt her; he knew that. But he had also admitted that, for him, she wasn't nobody, quite the opposite. He couldn't remember last time he had opened himself like that to anyone. Perhaps years earlier, while being part of Luke's Jedi School (Ben wouldn't call it Academy, it seemed more modest than that), or, maybe a few times while talking to his mother, who always seemed to know all the unsaid things. But, to actually ask a woman – to beg a woman – to join him, to stand by his side? He's never done that. He had always taken what he wanted by persuasion or force. Until he'd met Rey, that is.

And now, as they stood in a dark street, their touch so innocent and so powerful at the same time, he feared he'll never be able to be who he was meant to be without her. It was such a strange feeling; he didn't quite understand how it had place in what he thought he controlled completely – his heart.

He wanted to tell her that this wasn't enough, that he wanted to find her and hold her real form in his arms, but, suddenly, she got distracted by something behind him further down the street, her face grew worried and, in an instant, angry, and the connection was broken.

His hand closed on nothing, he looked around barely recognising his chambers. He was alone.

Anger washed over him. He gave into it, as he always did. It was just so easy to let the destructive energy fly through him; he didn't even need a reason for it to set his blood on fire.

Except, now he had a damn good reason.

He grabbed his lightsaber and hurried out from his chamber into the deeper levels of the ship, where The First Order kept a data base. Each ship had a decent navigational and investigative data base and Ben intended to use it.

As he walked through the corridors, he saw soldiers of all ranks scurrying out of his way. His temper was well known in the order even before he became The Supreme Leader. Now, people feared him even more. He didn't mind. It was better this way. Safer. For everyone.

When Ben reached the data base, the blue droid greeted him in a flat voice. Its shiny glass eyes made him think of the Kamino fish that Rey had been admiring when the Force connected them. He knew it was a long shot, but he had meant what he said – he intended to find out all the places in the galaxy the Kamino aquatic species were sold to.

"The number of result is astonishingly narrow, sir," the droid said after short moment of analysing the data, "It is only 12,456 places that the Kamino Eeyyls you described to me are sold to illegally. Would you like the list of the locations sent to your personal drive, sir?"

Just like the droid, Ben expected the number to be higher. Still, twelve and a half thousand was too many. "Cross-reference against where we have our undercover agents stationed." He commanded the droid.

"Right away, sir, "the droid answered and, after another – too long – moment of silence, he answered, "Out of the 12,456 locations, The First Order has their sleeper agents in 88% of them. At this very moment, over a half of them is awake and ready to process orders within minutes. The remaining ones are likely to process orders with a delay of approximately one standard hour and thirteen minutes."

Ben did not like the odds he was against. Even if the agents received a special order from The Supreme Leader himself, what order would that be? Search for a petite brunette with pretty eyes and perfect lips?

When he closed his eyes, he could see her face, in that eerie blue light from the fish tank. Maybe he should just get a scanner ran through his mind and create the projection of her to look at.

Suddenly, he was struck with an idea.

He won't make his secret agents look for her. He will make the whole galaxy look for her.

Rey was shaking with anger. Where her hand was touching Ben's chest a moment ago, there was nothing but cold air. This was almost physically painful. He had held her hand, and they had been so close, and so quiet, and it was so peaceful – and now it was all gone, because some foolish thugs decided to shout a bunch of expletives at her.

Rey knew how she looked – a lone girl lost in the space port in the middle of the night. An easy target. The two men who had been calling at her, were now approaching, she could sense lust and violence emanating from them.

She could use a blaster and be done with it within seconds. But she was just so angry. After nights of nightmares about Ben's death, she finally saw him and, as complicated as it all was, she felt an immense relief to see they still had the connection. Yes, she had caught a glimpse of him back at Crait, but, back then, she was too focused on getting her friends out of there so she had severed the connection herself. Knowing she hadn't broken it for good was like a reprieve.

Except now, of course, these idiots barged into her very private moment, they ruined it, so, no, they did not deserve the mercy of the blaster.

Something at the back of her head whispered alarmingly that anger is not the way of a Jedi, but Rey did not listen. She would not listen; she would make them pay. She was no Jedi, after all. She knew she was capable of this, somehow she knew it would be easy. Confidently, she approached the two men and smiled at them cunningly. Taken aback, the men stopped in their tracks. They must have been expecting her to run away. Well, not tonight, my friends.

The thugs did not seem to have blasters either, which stoke her as odd, but then, as she gave them a closer look, she realised that they most likely could not afford to buy proper weapons. Their clothes were ragged and smelled of sweat and sewer. They did carry the knives, though.

Still smiling, Rey said calmly to the taller man: "You will give me your knife." He had obeyed instantly, much to the astonishment of the other thug. "Dan, what the hell – "he stuttered, but was instantly silenced by a swift blow of the knife that just mere moments before belonged to his friend.

Rey watched the man reach to his neck in surprise, to where a thin red line appeared. Her temples were throbbing, her heart seemed to want to explode, and, yet, her hands were steady as she pointed the knife at the remaining thug.

"Please, I'm unarmed, I won't harm you!" the man whimpered, and Rey hesitated. This wasn't like her, to lose her temper that much. She had always known how to take her of herself, she had beaten the crap out of countless men – and some women – at Jakku, but she had never killed anyone.

Until tonight.

And all because what? An interrupted moment with a man who probably wants to hunt me down and kill me and all of my friends? Luke was right, I go straight into the dark…

"I won't tell anyone, please, please pretty lady." The man continued to plead. Rey looked at his scared face and suddenly realised she had no choice, but to kill him. She felt his intention to run to the nearest First Order post and inform them about a psycho woman murderer as clearly as if he spelled it out to her.

"Yes, you will." She whispered and, after a moment of reluctance, reached out for the blaster. Thinking he'd have time to escape, the man turned to run, but blaster's shot hit him in the back of his head within seconds.

Rey stared at the two bodies in terror. The pool of dark blood gathered around the man with slithered throat, getting bigger and bigger at what seemed like an unnatural speed. The body of the man shot in the head still twitched a little. Rey felt sick.

Did I really do this? The anger that had flooded over her seemed foreign now. She felt the urge to drop the knife and run away, but that would be just careless. Last thing she wanted was to get arrested for murder.

It was self-defense. If I didn't attack them, they would attack me, she tried to reason with herself, but it didn't make her feel any better, even if it was true. She took a deep breath and looked around in search for any cameras.

She could barely believe her luck, where there wasn't any. At least none she could see or sense.

She gave the fish tank with colourful creatures one last look and rushed back to the hotel. Suddenly, the stuffy hotel room seemed like the safest place in the galaxy. Yes, she would be alone there, but, at least, she won't be able to hurt anyone.

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