AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! This is my first ever Reylo Fic. In this fic, the stories will follow Rey and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Angst, romance, and drama are the main themes of this story, and sexual tension will be progressively introduced as the story goes on.

This is not going to be a sappy love story. If you want a Michael Bay-Paced, lemony, totally-out-of-character fanfiction, this might not be for you.

This will be as close to novel format fiction as I can make it. And it will be LONG. (I'm up to 15 chapters already, about 3,000 words each. Just Sayin.)

DISCLAIM : I DON'T OWN STAR WARS

Please Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Taken

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Rey woke, and the sun had begun its daily ritual of seeping through the specific cracks of her AT AT and blinding her eyes. She turned, taking her eyes away from the light.

It begins again... She thought to herself.

The hammock swung deftly as the desert breeze began to sweep through, she felt her hair wisp in the wind, as her bun must have slipped off at some point during her slumber. Her eyes wandered to the steel floor of her lodging, brown wisps of hair danced against the breeze into the corner of her bench.

She frowned upon seeing this, Maybe I cut it a little too short last night... Oh well.

Slinging her legs over the hammock, she found her feet, stretching proudly into the air, inhaling deeply before stating, "It'll grow back."

Her feet made their way to her dining area, which had cooled off overnight. The AT AT was indeed a steady fortress, seemingly so barren on the outside, just like any of the other war machines that had been discarded across desert. Keeping a regulated temperature proved to be very difficult most nights.

She thought upon this subject as she dug into her leftover meal from last night's dinner, already half devoured. The days would be so hot, especially around noon, but as soon as the sun would set, the cool desert and the steel surrounding her would make her home feel like a tomb.

Chills would tingle upon her skin, and a gloomy mood would cloud her, she became downtrodden and weak. In the beginning she had worried if she was catching a fever, out of fear of no work, but she had come to realize this occurrence would happen each night on specific occurrences. As this repeated, it just became part of her routine. She was very thankful for the stove across her hammock many nights, however, there came another occurrence with these cold nights.

For the past several weeks, Rey had been speaking to someone far beyond her own understanding. In the beginning, someone was there, but not entirely. Their conversations lasted sometimes the entire night, and although she could not explain this phenomenon, she was very grateful for it.

It was a nuisance at first, not only because this ritual could not be explained, but because of the voice she was speaking to. It was a man, one who spoke with sarcasm and cared very little for small talk. Their conversations started off small and meaningless, speaking of weather or sun changes or moods, then eventually, their unexplained connection grew into something more. Rey hinted a smile at this thought.

She enjoyed this distant connection, for it was more than she had ever asked for her entire life. Life on Jakku often strayed from her, except for the occasional human man who would look upon her in ways she despised. This voice was someone she could open freely to, as there was never a chance meeting in the future. Even so, she made absolute sure never to disclose her location.

The voice from the walls swore to secrecy as well. He refused any information, no name, no places, nothing to give Rey any idea of who he truly was. She was bothered by this at first, but she grew used to it. He wasn't a stranger, after all...

The bread had become stale, she'd noticed, cursing herself for not covering it with a cloth like so many times. The dried veg in her pouch, too, had become too dry for her liking, but it was often more than she could ask for.

The morning was especially peaceful. Upon most sunrises, her muscles or bones would ache from the hard labor of the previous day, but this morning held no ailments for her. Perhaps she deserved this moment of peace with herself... However, it was also mornings like this, when Rey deeply wished her companion would join her through the day.

There was few people who treated Rey with kindness on this planet, most were travelers picking up parts, the occasional wookie who would tell stories of Chewbacca or Han Solo. These were real people to Rey, people you could touch and look at. Sometimes she wished her companion would share the same physical matters...

Enough of this, She thought to herself, It's time to get moving... Rey finished her measly breakfast, whipped her hair into a loose bun, and took one last look at the plants around her home. She had only started with one, with the fear it would perish from lack of water, but it persevered as she did, and now she has a collection of many around her lodging.

I'll have to try and save some water for them today, she thought, stepping outside, and heading for her speedracer.

The drive to Niima outpost seemed longer than usual, the sun seemed to beam down significantly heavier than its regular morning glow. The outlines of the sand dunes glowed against its blinding light, sparkling on the horizon.

Over another dune, she spotted the outpost, with the speed of the racer she built, it would only take her a minute to reach.

Rey was a hard worker, she never felt the privilege to complain. Many unfortunate Jakku residents lost their limbs and their lives scavenging for parts, Rey felt lucky just to have all her fingers. In the few moments before Niima, she thought about what it would be like to be missing an arm like Luke Skywalker.

She reached the dusty outpost, dismounting her racer and taking its keys, locking it up tightly so it could not be salvaged for parts.

Plutt had been at his post already, probably awaiting Rey's arrival. He watched each step she took towards him, looking less pleased than usual. When Rey was a child, he held very little patience with her and kept high standards. He took advantage of her small fingers, sending her out with other workers to squeeze through tight crevices and take valuable, hidden parts his men could not reach.

Now, grown, Rey makes for an excellent scavenger with unfaltering endurance, making sure she earns her bread. She approached him diligently, he let out a huff of disapproval upon her arrival, "Where to, today?" She asked.

The creature before her had picked up a metal box and placed it in front of her behind the wired barrier. "Computer parts are scarce," He picked up a few computer units and held them to her, "Make way to the north Star Destroyer, scrape together whatever works, don't come back empty handed."

She blinked at his request, realizing what he said in disbelief. Plutt usually never directed her in searches, but she knew better than to talk back to the hand that feeds her. Even though she was right, the north Star Destroyer had been raided dozens and dozens of times, computer parts were always the first to be picked, right after the blaster parts.

"Okay," She confirmed, hopefully assuring her meal for the night, still skeptical of why he would send her to an empty ship...

The Star Destroyer had once been an immaculate machine, a destroyer of planets, ravager of the stars. Now, in the fall of its glory, laid as a hollowed shell of a machine, torn apart forcefully for parts by lowly scavengers like Rey.

The shock and awe of seeing such a magnificent mechanism faded after seeing it so often, exploring most of its chambers and units. Rey liked to believe she could fly such a thing, command a crew and go through space with such ease, wiping out enemy forces.

Perhaps not with this machine in particular, Rey did not take so kindly to bullies or foes. She despised the men who took advantage of people, specifically women, there were many times she'd taken her staff and used it against a creeping hand that lowered upon her backside. As she dismounted her speedracer and slung her empty satchel over her shoulder, she couldn't help but think of what she would want to be like, if she had power, wealth, an army even...

Benevolent, I'd use these resources for the betterment of people... I'd give credits to mothers and children... Maybe even find myself a star destroyer to find my parents, surely a ship that big would be hard to miss from the whole universe... right?

She took another glance to her racer, making sure it was tightly secured and locked away from thieves that may be hiding in the sands. From behind her racer, something in the distance emerged. It was distorted at first, veiled from the heat radiating from the sands. It drew nearer, headed straight in her direction. It was some kind of ship.

It was a cruiser, its wings lifted high in the air, as it became easier to distinguish, the noise from its engine began to hum in her ears. This was no hunk of scraps put together by Jakku residents, this was something structured, empirical.

Run...

So she did, ditching the speedracer and scrambling into the side of the Destroyer. She threw herself into the nearest open hatch, lunging into darkness and taking shelter in an old blaster holster, designed for harboring small cannons to destroy smaller ships. Tucking herself tightly into a ball, she steadied her breathing enough to collect her thoughts, but they had been abruptly haltered as the vehicle's engine roared within earshot.

The incoming conveyor's noise seemed to rattle the loose wires that hung closely to her cheeks, however, electrocution was the least of her worries. The audacity this thing is making, the vibrations... Maybe it's bigger than I thought... This isn't good...

It had stopped outside where she was hiding, the sounds and sensations came to a sudden halt, as feet seemed to land harshly on the sand, scuffling to her position. "Search the Destroyer, we must have just missed her." An electronic, generic voice stated.

"Yes, sir."

Stormtroopers? Here?

She knew the sound of Stormtroopers from any other figure, they would come to Jakku once in a while to find ravagers or criminals hiding out. For the most part, they would leave Jakku alone, they had no real interest in gamblers or thugs from low-born areas...

What do they want...? A part of her wanted to surrender, to admit she has no faults in hopes her honesty would spare her life and stop this confusion... The other part wishes to hide, no, fight. Kill both of them, at least take them out with her staff and run away, there are plenty of places to hide in Niima Outpost.

Besides... Stormtrooper armor could be worth its weight in portions... No, stop this, there must be some mistake... Just hide here until they're gone.

Their padded boots climbed the metal exterior of the ship, a foot seemed to step right over the hatch above Rey's head, she hoped they had no studies of Destroyer structure. "She could be anywhere, look for an opening, scavenger rats can fit through anything."

Rats... She nearly scoffed out loud.

The stormtrooper continued, "Makes you think he'd have higher taste than some trash picker on this forsaken planet... I mean what do you think about all this?" The second stormtrooper seemed perplexed by thought, his boots felt heavier than the other's.

"I don't know, man. Sure beats the hell out of cannon cleaning, that's for damn sure."

With a hollow thud, the large foot stepped firmly upon the hatch above Rey, her pulse began to throb.

"Speaking of cannons..." He said, obviously intrigued. The shifting of weight made the now-flimsy hatch creak, he must be crouching down. Rey froze, she could not move her arms to hold the door shut out of fear of making more noise. There were no crevises left to explore, no way out this time...

The hatch was yanked open, bright sunlight filled the hole, exposing Rey to the Stormtrooper.

"COME OUT, COME OUT NOW!" She heard him bark, shielding her eyes from the harsh sun with her arm, which was suddenly grabbed by a gloved hand. Rey heard herself whimper as the man yanked her entire body out from the hole, throwing her against the ship's outer surface. Her eyes met with the Stormtrooper's helmet, and then with the close ranged blaster aimed at her chest.

Her body felt lighter as she had forgotten her weapon on the speeder, "Wait, wait! Don't shoot!" Her hands became raised above her head, seeing no other option at the moment other than to submit, "What do you want?!"

The blaster aimed at her chest was not the cause of her nerves, for this was not the first time a blaster had been pointed at her. Instead, this anxiety came from the intent of the blaster holders before her. With that thought, the second Stormtrooper came to the side of his ally, lifting a small panel of his wrist and speaking to his balled fist, "HN-215 to Finalizer, Jakku cargo acquired, boarding now."

"Cargo?" She cautiously whispered, an uneasy feeling washed over her, as the heavier Stormtrooper grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

"Stop talking," He demanded, "Come quietly if you know what's good for you."

Their cruiser was pristine, totally untouched by the conditions of Jakku. They haven't been here long, this craft wasn't built to withstand desert weather. They wasted no time searching, they knew exactly where she would be and took that advantage as soon as she was alone... but why?

"Why?" She asked resentfully

Her remark was answered with a swift set of knuckles that dove deep in her core, Rey nearly doubled over, feeling her insides disrupted by the sudden force. "Shut it, desert scum."

The other stormtrooper saw this display and approached his comrade as he cuffed Rey behind her back, "Don't, our orders were not to harm the package. I'm not catching hell if you hurt her." For a moment, Rey thought she heard compassion in his voice, but this moment was cut short when the next phrase shortly followed, "Besides... She could have some foreign disease we don't know about..."

Of course, any kind of kindness in this world is hushed out by bullies, Rey knew this for a fact.

Still recovering from the harsh blow, they took hold of her arms, their advantage was her cuffed wrists, if they hadn't been holding her back, she would not have been so cooperative... And her stomach was still hurting so badly... "Please," She strained, her stomach churned.

No answer, a trooper climbed aboard the land cruiser, dragging her along with her. The other trooper opened the cockpit, leading them all inside. Rey had never seen the inside of such a ship, its contents and units were so new, each button, switch, and lever seemed to glow and was pristinely wiped clean. They crouched through, leading to a small section behind the captains chairs, which was celled off by bars.

She was roughly thrown in, landing hip first on the cold steel. Their feet shuffled, and the cell door was slammed shut. "Just be thankful she doesn't smell," the one trooper inquired.

"Where are you taking me?" Rey demanded from the troopers as they sat in their front seats, she heard the ship start up. "Listen to me,," She felt tears in her eyes. It had been a long time since since Rey cried, tears were a form of weakness on Jakku, and weakness gets you killed. "At least tell me my charges, I haven't done anything wrong."

The pain in her stomach became terrible, its sting sent shards of pain through each nerve in her torso, she was certain something must have shifted out of its place. On the edge of losing her breakfast, she shut her eyes, desperately trying to seal her tears.

Please please if you can hear me now please help me

I don't know what's happening I'm scared can you hear me?

In this moment, she cried. She wished to clutch her stomach to alleviate this pain, but she could not. She wished to wipe her tears with the cuff on her sleeve, but she could not. Finally, she wished for her companion. Even to hear his voice, to somehow feel his embrace around her like she dreamed so many nights, anything to take this pain.

The blue sky became black and full of stars, she fainted.

AUTHOR SIDE NOTE: So if you hadn't guessed, yes. The Dyad is going to be a VERY important element in this story.

Please tell me your thoughts and review as honestly as possible. No Star Wars FanFiction is perfect, unless it's written, sealed, signed, and kissed by George Lucas himself, but I hope this makes at least person person happy.

Thanks for reading! Come back for 'Chapter 2: Cooperate.'