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Promises pt. 6

She continued to shout at it, scream at it, missing completely when her name had fallen from its lips as it lowered its weapon and slid back in the sand. She got up, and as she felt the Force swirl around her as she approached it, its hands rose up and, slowly, pulled down the cloth wound around its face.

Her heart stopped.

Ben.

They stood there, just stood there, unable to look away. Taking each other in. Drinking each other in, as the sun faded behind them. Rey’s mouth hung open as she took a step back, hand coming up to cover the gaping she couldn’t help. As dusk began to die, he couldn’t see the tears that had gathered in her eyes.

Finally, he shifted.

“Come inside.” That familiar voice. His eyes didn’t leave hers.

Rey didn’t know what else to do- looking up at the darkening sky, it was too risky to make her way back. She nodded as the evening wind blew through the fabric covering them both, and with deliberate movements, set off for the inside of her- no, his- AT-AT.

So she went inside.

The place had changed, little pieces of him here and there- Ben, Ben, BEN, her mind kept screaming- but at the same time…a small doll, familiar cutlery…how did so much of her manage to remain there? She looked on with shock.

Stooped over a heat source at the far end, he ripped open the familiar packaging and mixed it with water; the stale, childhood aroma wafted towards her. When she finally came back to herself, he was standing there looking at her, and she knew he saw it, too- the strange intersecting of two lifetimes spliced together in this symbolic juxtaposition that is her former home. He approached her, and she knew she could no longer hide her tears from the light of his lantern inside.

He closed his eyes briefly, a slight, sapient nod. “I know,” he said quietly, reaching for the hem of her poncho-esque cover. “Come on…” he encouraged softly, and moved to lift it over her head.

She let him, mind too ensnared with the scene. Never would she have imagined he’d come here. Never would she have imagined he’d live as she once had…

He held her cover carefully in his hands, as if it were worth thousands of credits more than the two she had paid for it, and folded it with seeming reverence before placing it on a shelf next to the few other articles of clothing he owned.

He went back to the portable stove. “Come,” he said, motioning with his head for her to sit.

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Promises pt. 3

It had been a short, passionate, terrifying relationship she’d had with Kylo Ren- no, Ben. With the conflict over, admittedly with heavy help from himself when he’d finally defected to their side (‘To be with you…’), they’d had time to be still, look at what there was between them….it would have been difficult for two ordinary people to work out, but then there was the Force involved, taking an active interest in every instance their knuckles brushed and his lips met the inside of her thigh.

A loophole in the law granting graces to those from enemy lines who helped the Republic in times of great need saw Ben Solo exiled from the inner-rim worlds and a handful of the mid-rim ones as well. The light punishment infuriated the makeshift senate that had tried him and it had been Leia Organa’s last smug triumph before swearing off politics and war forever.

Banishment. They had sunk so far into each other, but the recrimination she faced for loving him, for fucking him, was too much to bear. He clung to her, and she to him, and she loved it as much as it scared her, but it ended up being too much too fast- he was being exiled and begging her to come with him, but she didn’t want to throw more than half the galaxy away when she’d finally, finally, gotten it in her hands. She had told him no, she had broken it off, and had run off to have her own life only to settle down with the man who eventually became her husband. Force-less. Normal. Just what she always dreamed of.

This is why she wasn’t packing.

Did she ever even love Ben?

This is why she wasn’t writing a letter and leaving it on the kitchen counter.

What difference would it have made if she had- it’s been so long?

This is why she’s probably never coming back even though her promises say otherwise.

Promises are never what they seem.

Buying a ship was easy with her reputation still somehow managing to precede her, and her fingers flicked over the controls like she’d never left a cockpit- boot-up sequences so familiar from during the War.

He has his own life now, she muttered in the back of her mind as she lifted off from the pad and negotiated air traffic control. Has his own jobs. Probably found someone else. What if he has a family?

Family.

Rey had always wanted that.

‘I would give it to you….if you wanted.’

She sighed, floating in free space.

She was heartbroken when she concluded she could never have that life- not unless she wanted to risk more force-sensitive children. More conflict. Another catastrophic ripping of the universe apart for ideology and ego.

Too much of a risk.

Better to just die alone, she thought.

Is that what she’s doing now? Going off to die alone?

All she wanted to do was get off-world for a bit. Live a little. Suddenly the extra-ordinary wasn’t so scary anymore. But even as she visited the third planet she’d been to during the war, she realized she’d become boring. None of these places were new.

Maz’s world had been a stop, although Maz was no longer there. A fly-over of Ahch-to- too painful to land there again. Endor’s endlessly green moon….

On Bespin she found herself stepping into an old Resistance haunt. Ordering a drink and taking up a far-removed corner booth, she sipped her sugary drink and tried to picture it again- the pilots and techs laughing, slapping each other on the back when it was all over, and at that table…sitting in Ben’s arms, beaming with a happiness Rey didn’t recognize anymore. Had she ever felt that happy? Even given all that they had lost? Had they really—

“Well there’s a familiar face.”

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Promises pt. 7

She blinked at him before obeying, sinking down to the floor as she watched him cook. As the pan heated up, warming the space around them, he cursed under his breath and reached up for the fabric covering his face and slowly, with a practiced hand, unwound it.

He wasn’t born into this climate. She didn’t know how he could stand it.

His face was a little more weathered than last she’d seen it, she noted, as she swallowed down fresh tears. But it was no less taken care of. Maybe he’d come here prepared when he left? His hands, a little older, and his fingers as they held the tool to scrap the pan…

Soon she was being handed a plate loaded with food.

“Can you…” she blinked up at him with concern. “Is this too much?”

That familiar motion again- closed eyes, shaken head- as he settled down across from her at the makeshift scrapmetal table.

“Just eat, Rey.”

So she did. They ate in silence, snatching what eyefuls they could of one another every time one of them seemed to look away, taking catalogue of little changes as they could grasp them. Other times they didn’t bother hiding it- his gaze boring into hers with an intensity that hadn’t dulled at all over the years, and one, she realized, no else she’d ever met had ever, ever had. When they were done, he held out his hand and took her plate.

“Can I clean up?”

He didn’t answer her, walking instead to a small tin basin and placing them inside.

“It’s not necessary…” he replied, trailing off, as his hand lingered on the last plate before letting it slide from his fingertips. He took in a large breath before turning back to her.

He wouldn’t look her in the face as he approached, wincing away as his mind skirted around the concept. Stopping a pace away, he knelt down before her cross-legged form. His hands hovered until they gently took hold of both her knees and shifted her around towards him before sitting before her, posture a mirror of her own.

Letting a great breath go, he settled his hands onto his own knees and finally, finally, looked up at her.

“Why are you here, Rey?”

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Promises pt. 2

No one could claim that Rey didn’t care for him.

After nearly five years exploring the galaxy to her heart’s content, he was plain, unassuming, normal, and most of all utterly dead to the Force. He was perfect.

He didn’t care about her role in the war, and neither did she. They moved to the outskirts of the new galactic capital, a hub to keep in contact with her old friends while still managing to avoid the obligations others thought she had as a war hero in the Final Great Conflict. She didn’t want titles or position. And he had done exactly as she wished, letting her live out a nondescript, middle-class life with a routine so entrenched she could set the archaic corner clock she’d rebuilt to it.

Her life was ordinary. And she had relished it, although her mind made sure to remind her of this or that anniversary every time it rolled around.

Dates.

They kept her grounded.

Keeping track of them is what reminded her she was Rey. Despite the fact she’d spent the past ten years trying to forget the war had ever happened. That it had ever had a thrilling beginning, a gruesome middle, and what had almost been an ending, a promise, she felt she didn’t deserve.

Every year the day he left rolled around, she tried not to dwell on it, relieved and genuinely glad when tomorrow would come so it would become a different day and not that day. But in the past three years, as time had pulled her along with it, she found herself less and less keen on wishing the days away, and memories had begun to creep in. Memories that reminded her she hadn’t gotten her promised perfect ending after all. Oh well, she always told herself. She knew she hadn’t deserved it anyway, neither of them had….

Its tendrils had started there and its hollowness had spread until she found herself staring out the window more, looking for nothing, and going through the motions of living, breathing, eating.

When had the normalcy she’d fought so hard for- that her friends and comrades had died for- lost its shine?

“You’re doing it again,” he said, eyes darting over his pad.

“What’s that?”

“Zoning. Is everything alright, Rey?”

She shifted in bed, running the sheet between her fingers, her mind blank.

“Everything’s fine,” she answered in a chipper tone.

He looked up at her over his reading before carefully putting it down on the bedside table and scooting closer to her.

“I know…” he began quietly, “that maybe it’s been awhile. But Rey….”

She felt cold as he drew nearer. She didn’t know why.

His hand toyed with the sleeve of her dressing gown.

“I’d like to help distract you tonight,” he offered, looking up at her. He always looked so plaintive when he asked like that. How could she tell him no?

But even as he worked to please her, she found her gaze drawn to the fuzzy lights persisting through the gauzy curtain. There was nothing outside the City. Nothing she hadn’t done before. Nowhere she hadn’t been. Nothing…..but…..

She squeezed her eyes closed as his hands brushed down her sides.

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Promises pt. 4

Rey looked up as a weathered but friendly silhouette slid into the booth across from hers and just like that a wide smile overcame her face.

“Poe,” she half whispered, tears filling her eyes. She reached across the table for him and he gripped her hand in his.

“What are you doing here, kiddo?”

Rey smile, too caught up in the moment to answer as one of the tears broke free from the corner of her eye and she laughed as she broke contact with him to brush it away.

“Ohh, I’m just….” she began, wiping her hand on her trousers as she sniffed back the rest of her tears. “Reminiscing, I guess. Visiting. How about you? What are you doing on Bespin?”

Poe lifted his brows, flashing one of his famous ‘looks’, still undiminished despite his age. “It’s Cloud City- where else would a pilot want to be? It’s paradise!”

He laughed, and she laughed with him. And they caught up, a little sadder, a little more worse for wear than they once had been. But that’s how these things go…

“…and Ben had said to me—“

“Ben?” Rey perked up.

Poe gave her a sly smile. She cleared her throat, folding her hands along the table and tapping her fingers nonchalantly along the backs of her hands.

“Have you…have you heard anything from Ben then?”

“No,” he answered easily.

“Oh.”

“Not since the last time.”

Rey arched a brow. “What have you heard?”

Poe considered her quietly for a moment. She could feel the questions stirring in his head, about their apparent lack of connection, amongst…other things. He took a sip of his drink, still gazing at her before putting it down to the side, seemingly making up his mind.

“Heard he was traveling the galaxy. What bits of it he’s allowed in, anyway,” he chuckled, looking towards the waitress and motioning for another round of drinks.

“Heard he was heading to Jakku.”

“Jakku?” she asked, face contorting in mild horror.

“Mhmm.” Poe took the drink and winked at the serving girl as he lifted his glass to her. The girl rolled her eyes as she walked away and the old pilot grinned.

“Jakku. That’s what I heard. That’s the last I heard, actually.”

Rey frowned, mind whirring as she bit at her lower lip in thought.

“But what about you?” he asked suddenly, face brightening. “Tell me about Corellia!”

Rey smiled with a wince.

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Promises pt. 5

She wouldn’t go back to that place, she told herself, as she ran her fingertips along the walled ruins of past Rebel and Resistance bases on Yavin IV. These places, they sang to her in the Force, clear and true despite all the years she had stifled that connection to the universe. She may have convinced herself she’d forgotten her abilities from time to time, but the Force…it never forgot, she realized, as her nail caught along one particular gash: the image of one small determined woman and her roguish partner fighting to save the galaxy flashed in front of her. She faintly smiled.

Jakku was just as bleak as she remembered it, she realized with dread as she stared down at it with trepidation from the front window of her ship.

Taking up a thick cover to shield herself from the sun and as much water she could carry- since when did she become so weak?- she looked around the gradually recovering Niima Outpost. Just open kiosks now with its only landmarks gone, it was nothing more than a blip in the desert.

She looked around herself. There was nowhere to go. There never had been anywhere to go. Nowhere but the one place she’d always gone to after leaving this place.

Could she even find it again, she wondered? Setting off in the direction of her old AT-AT, she stretched her muscles in the Force along with her legs as she used it to get some overly curious locals off her trail. It had been a lifetime, but the way there still felt like second-nature. She wasn’t sure if she should be glad or disturbed by that fact, only that nightfall was fast approaching when she finally arrived.

It was such a long way without a speeder. How had she done it as a child? No child should have done that twice a day…

The hulk of metal loomed in darkened silhouette against the setting sky. It hadn’t been buried by the sands, spared, somehow, but that couldn’t be right. As she neared closer, its feet came into focus and there was a -ping- that stopped her in her tracks. A warning.

Are her traps still set? Surely they’d’ve all been sprung by now, when there was a blow to the back of her head that sent her toppling forward with a shout, hands sinking into the sand to fruitlessly try and break her fall. On reflex her tongue began spouting strings of curses in the language of Jakku as her hand rose up to feel at the back of her head. She railed and twisted to look up at her attacker as it loomed over her, unusually large with its bulky staff held at the ready and Rey raised her hand to try and block the incoming blow. She braced herself, eyes squinting, until there was a shift in the shadow and it never came.

“Rey?”

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