She was in the middle of a warzone.

Trying to ignore the sound of blasters firing in the distance, Rey forced her legs to move through the field of the dead. There were no insignias on the uniforms to indicate whether the fallen were from the Resistance or the First Order. Even the Starcruiser, smoldering nearby, provided no indication of what allegiance these men held. Rey didn't recognize any of the faces she'd come across, but there was one person she knew would be among them.

"Ben!" Rey called, even though her attempt was in vain. She tried to sift through the individuals by using the Force, but her senses were muffled, as if someone had put an invisible cap over them. All she heard was violence over the hills, all she smelled was the burning metal of the ship, and all she saw was death. Still she continued, knowing she could not leave until she found the man she loved.

And eventually, she did.

Rey dropped to the ground and placed her fingers against Ben's neck, but there wasn't a pulse. Tears streaming down her face, she placed his head in her lap and stroked his hair.

"You can't leave me," she cried, his blood covering her hands and soaking through her cotton pants. "You promised you would stay with me no matter what," But Ben gave no whispers of comfort, nor gestures of reassurance. Once again, she was alone.

As Rey's world began to crumble, someone grasped her shoulders from behind. Unhooking the lightsaber from her hip,Rey turned to face her attacker, shouting through hot tears as she placed the blade against her assailant's neck.

"Rey, wake up!" Ben shouted. "It's me,"

It took a moment for everything to register. One moment Rey had been in a field, the next on the floor of a dusty room. Slowly everything began to come back. She and Ben were still traveling, trying to avoid detection of both the Resistance and the First Order. At the moment were residing on the lesser-known planet of Tatooine.

Rey switched the lightsaber off and fell backwards. "You were dead," she said breathlessly, quickly wiping the remainder of her sweat and tears away with the heel of her palm. "You weren't responding,"

"It was just a dream," Ben said, gingerly lifting himself to a sitting position, slightly favoring a side where she had bruised him.

"No, it wasn't," Rey insisted. "This was similar to the time I first held Luke's lightsaber. It was a vision,"

Even in the dark Rey saw the muscles tense on Ben's face. They both knew that Jedis and Sith were prone to visions of the past, present, and future. They also knew of the foresights Anakin had on Tatooine many years ago.

"Visions are not foolproof," Ben reminded Rey as he wrapped his arms around her. "They can be avoidable futures, or even metaphors,"

"But we can't know for certain," Rey said. She pressed her head against Ben's chest, trying to find solace in the fact that his heart was still beating. "Whatever path we are traveling leads to your death,"

"Then tell me about it," Ben pulled back to look at Rey, "So we can avoid this future,"

"It was the aftermath of a battle," Rey recalled, trying to piece the already fading images together. "A starship crashed. There were many victims among the wreckage, and you were one of them,"

"Well, I'm not planning on joining a squadron anytime soon," Ben said, trying to calm her with a smile. "It's just the two of us,"

"But it won't always be like this," Rey said. "Eventually I will have to return to the Resistance,"

"I know," Ben said. "And while you are away I'll wait for you,"

"You can't sit around biding your time," Rey said. They had this discussion multiple times before. Neither were certain what Ben would do after they'd finished lying low, so they'd evaded putting together any concrete plans, trying to avoid the inevitable truth by continuing their journey from planet to planet. But one day, they knew, the running would have to cease.

"You should try to get some sleep," Ben offered. "Everything seems worse during the night. In the morning we'll be more clear-headed and can think about this with more rationality,"

Rey shook her head. "Sleep is out of the question," she said. "Just promise you won't ride in any cruisers until we leave this planet?" She knew it was a silly request, but the thought of Ben being near any type of spacecraft sent gooseflesh crawling up her arms.

"I promise," Ben said.

"Good," Rey could see the exhaustion creeping back into Ben's eyes. "I don't want to keep you up," she said. "Go back to bed,"

"Not until I know you are all right,"

Rey bit her lip. A Jedi couldn't shake off a vision just like that. Ben could afford to be optimistic; he hadn't just experienced the things she had.

"Stay with me?" she asked.

Ben kissed her forehead. "Always,"

The two snuggled in for the remainder of the night on Rey's mattress. With two bodies on the twin-sized pad both lingered dangerously close to the edge, but neither took any notice. As soon as Ben laid his head on the pillow and wrapped his arms around his love, he was fast asleep.

Rey, on the other hand, remained awake. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Ben on the field. So she kept her eyes open, alert to any threat that may come bursting unannounced into the room.

For she had a sickening feeling that history was about to repeat itself.