some fix-it-fic for y’all
i don’t write fanfiction ever but i had a lot of feelings
Ben held Rey in his arms, breathing deeply, hoping, praying it would work. With each passing moment it seemed as though it were more and more unlikely, that she would never wake up.
But then he felt her touch his hand. He felt her breathe once again, and he let out a sob as she looked up at him, eyes misty with tears and full of a million emotions he could never hope to decipher.
She leaned forward and kissed him, and suddenly all was right. He held onto her, kissing her deeply, knowing that he had finally found what he wanted in life—Rey, in his arms, like this, for eternity.
They broke apart and he felt himself fading, but Rey gripped him in her arms, refusing to let him go right now. It hadn’t been long enough. Not now. Not ever.
They held onto each other, forming a lifeline. Both barely alive yet full of life at the same time, the force healing flowing equally between them as long as they stayed together.
Rey tried to stand but doubled over as soon as she did, almost losing her grip on Ben’s hand, and so they stayed, tangled together, waiting for someone to find them.
And someone did. When Finn and Poe showed up they helped them to their feet, Poe carefully supporting Ben, Finn supporting Rey, and Ben and Rey still locked tight holding onto each other’s hand. They made it to a ship large enough for them to sit together, and Finn and Poe went to go back to their respective ships.
“Wait!” called Rey, weekly.
Poe turned around, nodding for a response.
“Someone has to bring back Luke’s X-Wing. I can’t lose the last pieces of him.”
Ben squeezed her hand in agreement.
Poe nodded again. “As Acting General of Leia Organa, I will bring her brother’s X-Wing back safely.”
And he was gone, and all the remaining resistance pilots were flying back home, and Rey was forcing herself to stay awake, alive, while Ben was falling asleep in her arms, exhaustion catching up as they held onto the force for dear life. They finally made it home, and someone helped them to a bed in the hospital, where they both were attached to countless tubes and wires and fell asleep, still holding onto each other.
When Rey awoke she saw Ben was already awake beside her. She felt more strength than she had had before, all these medical professionals had obviously done their job by attaching these wires to her arm. So she left them alone, turning to look at Ben instead. He was still gripping her hand tightly, his skin pale as a ghost.
“I’m scared to let you go.” His voice shook as he spoke, and she leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder. He finally lessened his grip on her hand, and she let go the rest of the way to give him a proper hug, which he returned, though more timid, softer than her needy grip on his back.
She hugged tighter, edging him towards hugging her back with the same force, but he just squeezed her shoulder once, still holding on gently, caressing her back with a softness she didn’t realize he had.
“You won’t hurt me, Ben.”
He looked into her eyes. “Ren would have.”
She shook her head. “You never wanted to hurt me. You never did it because you wanted to, you did what you had to to fulfill the destiny you thought you had to achieve. But now that you know the truth, you would never even dare. I am not afraid of you.”
She kissed him again, more passionately than before, pushing him back down onto the bed. He kissed her back, full of longing and regret for all the lost time of fighting and hatred.
They were interrupted by a cough, as a nurse had come into the room to check on them. They broke apart, Rey giving a nervous laugh as Ben’s cheeks turned red. The nurse told them that they were both alright, both just needed rest, but that they were free to go. And after they were both carefully disconnected from the wires that had kept them alive overnight, they walked hand in hand back to Rey’s quarters, ignoring most people who tried to talk to them in order to have all the time they could together.
And once there, Rey locked her door and pushed Ben down to be sitting on her bed as she leaned down to kiss him, finally sitting in his lap as he held her and they continued the kiss, deepening it with every passing moment.
“I could stay like this forever,” Ben murmured as they finally broke apart.
“So could I,” was the quiet response from Rey as she held his cheeks and kissed him again. They fell back onto the bed tangled together, and vowed to never let go.”
“Ben,” Rey said, a while later. They were both alive, revitalized, had been training together, had built their own lightsabers and had plans to return Luke and Leia’s to their home.
“Ben, I need to ask you something.”
He turned around, his dark hair framing his face like a halo, and nodded, eyes filled with curiosity and hope.
Rey carefully held out a hand towards him. “Will you take my hand?”
And without a word he reached forward and took it, pulling her close to kiss her.
“Always,” he whispered into her ear, and she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck as he ran his hand through her hair.
And so they returned to Tatooine, and made a home there, holding onto the Skywalker name and always holding onto each other, promising that they would never let go.
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