***Author's Note***

I know, last night's chapter was massively long, so here's a nice, short little chapter. I wanted to end it on a happy note. ^_^

I will find you, Kylo Ren...The vision changed suddenly to a battlefield he had seen many times before. Rey stood across from him in the rain, her saber-staff still lit. He screamed into the wind and rain, "Why did it have to be her?" Rey fell to her knees, shaking her head. Ben looked down into her blank, tortured face... Ben sat bolt upright with a strangled shout and Padme echoed through his head. Rey was instantly by his side. She put her hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him into her embrace. She stroked his hair as he slowly calmed. "What happened? What did you see?"

Ben took a deep breath and pulled away from Rey. "Master Ren. He's furious that we ruined his plans. He...he killed Snoke in his fury. Snoke is dead. Ren will now take direct control of the First Order, and that makes things very difficult for us. He's looking for me, specifically. But then, the vision...shifted. It was a battlefield. Bodies were everywhere, the ground was soaked in blood and rain, and..."
Rey interrupted him, "You were holding a body in your arms, crying. I've had that vision in a dream, myself. What does it mean, Ben?"

Ben shook his head, heavily disturbed. "I don't know, Rey. But I don't like it. It just doesn't make any sense. I've thought for all these years that it was just a nightmare. But now, I'm not so sure. And if it's not just a dream, then the implications are devastating to me, personally. We'll discuss it further later. Where are we?"

Rey nodded in agreement. "We are currently back on the now-overcrowded shuttle, heading back to D'Qar. I have the datapad containing our losses." She held it out to him.

Ben heaved a heavy sigh. "Alright; give me the bad news. How many poor souls...This can't be accurate. Can it?" Rey beamed at him. "We didn't lose anyone?"

Rey shook her head. "I don't know how it's possible, but no; no dead. Nearly everyone was wounded, including you, me, and Luke. Many have lost limbs and many more will have terrible scars once they've healed. We even have a handful that are in comas caused by their injuries, but nobody has died. Yet. There are a couple who might, but we're working on them. Everyone wants to see you, Ben. They're saying you're a hero. Not a soul on this transport will ever question your loyalty again. They saw how hard you fought to save everyone. And just this once, everybody lived." Ben leaned in to kiss her, wincing at the myriad of new wounds he had acquired.

"Lets go greet them, then." Ben stood an ambled out to the shuttle bay. As he emerged from the cockpit, where a small cot had been set up while he had recovered from his vision, a sudden silence settled on the crowded space. All at once, those that were able to stand came carefully towards him so as to avoid a stampede. Every one of them wanted to touch him; to shake his hand or pound him on the back. All Ben could sense from them was gratitude. They were all so grateful to be alive that some began to cry when they reached him. Luke reached him at last and beamed into his beloved nephew's face.

"Now you're beginning to remind me of the nephew I love. I am, however, at something of a loss to explain the lack of deaths," he continued, loud enough for the crowd to hear. "I've thought it over again and again, and the only explanation I could come up with is that you saved everyone. There was an undercurrent in the Force that I didn't pay much attention to during the blitz, but once I examined it, I realized what it was. It was you. You quite simply didn't allow anyone to die; people found that wounds that should have been fatal suddenly weren't as bad as they first thought. You did that. Didn't you?"

Ben flushed, "Yes. I promised that I would do all in my power to keep them alive. I knew you would disapprove if I told you. Rey knew, but only because she felt what I was doing."

Luke drew himself up in pride. "Well done, Ben. I am very proud of you. However; if you ever do anything so stupid again, I'll turn your mother on you." Luke's eyes sparkled with mischief at the threat.

Ben drew back in mock-horror, "You wouldn't! Not my mother! You are a cruel man, Luke Skywalker." The pair stood watching each other with humor in their eyes, until neither could keep up the facade. Simultaneously, they doubled up, laughing hysterically, using each other for support to keep from falling over. Rey chuckled, shaking her head at them, as the rest of the bay caught on to the joke.

"Alright, everyone. Get some rest. We'll be landing on D'Qar within the hour." Ben's surprised thought came to her; I was out for that long? I had no idea. I thought it was only a few hours. Rey took Ben's hand and led him back to his cot. "I said everyone; I meant everyone." The shuttle's bay was filled with raucous laughter and catcalls as the pair returned to the cot and sat, heads close together, reveling in the peace of the moment. They laid down together, with Ben's arms wound tightly around her waist, and slept until Poe gently woke them.

"Hey, lovebirds; sorry to wake you, but we're coming in to land. Thought you'd like to be present," he laughed. Ben and Rey stood and headed for the bay's loading ramp. As they walked slowly down the ramp, hand-in-hand, a great cheer rose from the assembled crowd. Ben's eyes were drawn immediately to his mother, who was making her way through the crowd.

"I knew you could do it," she said as she reached them "I am so proud of you! Come. We have planning to do."

Ben glanced warily at his mother. "Planning? For what?"

"The party tomorrow night, of course. We are going to celebrate your safe return, and the success of the mission." Ben groaned and Rey laughed as they walked together through the crowd.

***Author's Note***

So, the next chapter will be sheer fluff. It's been all serious for so long that I think we could all use a lemon-y fluff chapter. Can't wait to write it tonight! Oh, and massive brownie point to y'all that caugh the Doctor Who reference!