Chapter 4

Ben and Rey said goodbye to Kitster and rented an old sand speeder in Mos Eisley. Ben then piloted it out past the Western Dune Sea, towards the Jundland Wastes. Eventually, the couple reached an old stone hut, with the roof partially caved in. A stone marker indicated the spot, on which was engraved, HERE LIVED OBI-WAN "BEN" KENOBI, AN ALLEGED JEDI SURVIVOR.

"Kitster did say it had become a forbidden tourist attraction, almost," Rey pointed out.

"For anyone stupid enough to come out this far," Ben mused. He and Rey exited the sand speeder, and approached the small abode.

"Do you think there's anything left in here?" Rey wondered aloud. "It's been empty for three, almost four decades."

Ben shrugged. "Maybe."

The hut was covered with layers and layers of dust, collected through the many years. The small kitchen still had some cracked plates and cups scattered along the counter. A vaporator sat in one corner. In another, Rey spied a wooden chest, not unlike the one she had encountered in Maz Kanata's castle on Takodana. Tentatively opening it, she found a hologram disk. Holding it up in front of Ben, she said grimly, "It's time to find out what went on here. Who my grandfather was."

The first hologram message featured a woman with flaming red hair down to her shoulders.

"Dear Kenobi, I send this to you with great gratitude. Thank you for coming to the aid of Mandalore. My people are forever in your debt. And I know it must be difficult for you to travel off of whatever dump you are hiding in. A Jedi on the run must not be an easy life. And... I appreciate your visit with me afterwards, to help rebuild. It was a great source of comfort to me."

The hologram now shifted; Rey and Ben noted on the date of transmission that time had jumped forward by several years.

"Dear Kenobi, I have recorded this message a thousand times, but could never find the right words until now: We have a son. His name is Dli-Mon. Dli-Mon Kenobi. I wanted him to keep his father's name. He is like you in so many ways: loyal, sometimes rash. And I know the Force is strong with him. I am doing my best to raise him, but he is an undisciplined boy. Easily distracted and not focused. I know you have your mission, but if you might help me in any way to help ground our son with new purpose, it would really help me."

This time, there was a recorded reply, but with no image of the Jedi Master - only the sound of his voice:

"Dear Bo-Katan, I think of you often. I am filled with great shock, and yet hope, that I have a son. I know it is not the Jedi way to produce offspring, but the old ways are dead and gone now. Dli-Mon might serve as a hope for the galaxy, just as my young charge here in my exile will someday soon be."

"Luke," Rey breathed, but Ben half-heartedly shushed her.

"Tell Dli-Mon to trust in the Living Force, and it will guide him where he is meant to go."

Bo-Katan now gave one final message. It was many years later, from how her image was projected - there were clear lines of age in her face, and the date of the message was after the Battle of Yavin.

"Dear Kenobi: Dli-Mon has run away. Shut me out. I have felt him disconnect from the Force; he has forsaken it. He wants to find his own way, and in his mind, he believes he can find that by running away from his legacy. Running away from you. Last I heard, he has fled to a desert planet... Jakku, I think its name is. I hope you are well, and happy, wherever you are."

"There's no reply," Rey observed, as the image winked out.

Ben smiled sadly. "No, there wouldn't be, would there? I think Dli-Mon - your father - got to Jakku, became a junk trader, met Kira and they had you. Then, eventually, they sold you for drinking money so they could get off-planet." He chuckled. "Perhaps so he could keep running from his name. I find it terribly ironic that he ended up on another rock of a sand planet. And also that he never changed his last name. Maybe he thought, in some ways, he could still profit more from having that name, even if he was trying to run away from everything his father stood for."

Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind them: "Now you know."

Rey spun around and gasped at what she saw: an ethereal blue glow of a figure - a Human Male - with a beard and mustache. He looked to be middle-age, perhaps a representation of him while he was in the midst of his exile.

Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Jedi Master and hero. The Jedi who was her...

"Oh, Grandfather!" And Rey threw herself at the Force Ghost and came apart in his arms, sobbing. Obi-Wan held her grimly and sadly, and it was clear, even as an apparition, that he was trying to keep his own emotions in check. Drawing away from the embrace, he kissed his granddaughter's forehead tenderly.

"Rey: you have a chance to continue the Kenobi name and legacy in a way my son - your father - never could. He threw it away, but you can reclaim it. Continue the Jedi, but not in the dogmatic ways that I learned, and passed on to Luke. Forge a new path for the Kenobis, and Solos, and anyone else who might make their mark on the galaxy." And his gaze now shifted to Ben, who for some reason was unable to look the old man in the eye.

"Ben Solo," Obi-Wan spoke. "You are like your grandfather Anakin in many ways, it's true. But you also have gone beyond him in a way he only dreamed of near the end of his life. You returned to the Light. And you have protected my granddaughter. Completed her. That much I can see." And he smiled at the couple, his smile - in its own little way - blessing their union of two great families. "Take care of her, you understand me? You are my namesake, after all. And Kenobis - and Skywalkers - take care of each other."

Ben finally willed his eyes to meet Obi-Wan's, and he nodded. "I will... Master."

Obi-Wan smiled and turned back to Rey. "Bless you, my grandchild. I only wish that I had lived, and had a better relationship with my son, to see you myself. I am so proud of you. And I will always be with you, just like the Force. It binds us together. If ever you should need me, I will come."

And he disappeared.

Days later, on the planet of Ahch-To, with the Force Ghost of Luke Skywalker officiating, Ben and Rey exchanged their vows.

"I, Ben Solo, take you to be my wife. To honor as a treasure greater than all the riches of the Outer Rim and all the stars in the sky. And may we be together until the Force do us part."

Rey beamed up at him. "I, Rey Kenobi, promise to love and cherish you and honor you. I take you as my husband, and may I be faithful until the sands of Jakku are washed away."

Luke smiled between the couple. "And on that note, I now pronounce both of you husband and wife." He nudged Ben. "Well, kiss her, you nerfherder."

And so, Ben and Rey shared their wedding kiss and were married. With their marriage and union, the grandson of Anakin Skywalker and the granddaughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi became family and brought Balance to the Force.

A/N: I actually like the Rey Kenobi theory, because, if it turns out to come true in Episode IX and is handled correctly, it could fit all the pieces of Rey's puzzle nicely: we would still get our #Reylo (PLEASE GOD!), her parents could still technically be "nobody," and she could still be descended from someone important.