Yes. I know I never finished my GoT fic. I'm sorry. I have the focus of cheese, but here: have these Star Wars fics I said I wouldn't write because; cheese, that basically rewriting all of TROS because I'm distraught after the end and I need to share my feelings with the people. Enjoy.

edit: I'm sorry forgot to stay this story starts before any of the events from TROS has happened!

Rey had learned through her Jedi training that everything that happened within the Force happened for a reason. Life and death brought balance. For everything good that happened, somewhere in the galaxy, a tragedy would occur. It was the way of life. She had come to except it.

It's what brought her together with Ben Solo, and kept them linked together.

In the months that place since her time on the Supremacy, the bond between Kylo Ren and Rey of Jakku had tightened exponentially. Though a bond is not exactly what Rey would call it. Rey would describe Kylo's presence as a bug that just won't go away. And yes, Kylo. She could constantly felt Kylo Ren trying to push back all things that made him Ben Solo. Trying hard to snuff out his own light. Kylo also only seemed to be there in the least convenient times. When she was hungry, he would feel her stomach rumble. If he was tired, she would be overcome with his fatigue. Every single emotion and feeling they felt, they both felt. Even when they were hurting.

Mostly when they were hurting.

Sparing. Fighting. Falling. Scaping. Anything that inflicts pain they both felt. She shared Kylo's bruises and aches. He felt Rey's cramping and frustrations. She always found her self trying to explain his emotions to other people. It was truly the strangest sensation in the galaxy, and time would only seem to make the bond stronger.

Then came the day, about 7 months after she had last seen him in person. Rey was walking through the resistance camp when she felt it. A pain so sharp in her chest that forced her to let go of the portions in her hands and drop right to her knees. Rose Tico and Lt. Connix was near her as she fell, rushing to her side to see what was wrong. From a distance, Finn had seen her fall and rushed to her side. Her vision was hazy and she seemed to be excruciating pain.

Yet, it wasn't her pain, it was someone else's.

Ben!?

Just as quickly as his name came to mind, she could see him there. His mask was on but she could still feel he was suffering just as he was, she could sense his eyes looking right through her, and that's what they both knew:

The pain wasn't them. It was... someone else.

"The General! She has Fallen!"

Rey could hear the people around her panic, but it was a faint noise. The voices next to her were nothing compared to the increasing heartbeat she could hear inside Kylo Ren's chest. In unison, they rose from the ground from where they fell. Rey could barely hear Finn calling for her to stop, but her feet carried her across the outpost to where Leia had gone down. Every step she took, she could feel her force fading.

Leia was dying.

As Rey reached her, she fell to her bedside and reached out for Leia's hand. She was barely hanging on. So focused on Leia's pain she didn't even realize Kylo kneeling next to her. By reaching out to Leia, it had made her real for him. He could see his mother suffering. Kylo Ren removed his helmet and underneath it, she found Ben Solo. She could feel Ben's heart beating rapidly, at the same pace as hers. She had never seen him seem so... sad.

"I didn't think..." Leia breathed through her pain. She had been holding out for so long, not wanting to leave her son behind until he could be brought home but she couldn't continue to hold on any longer.

"Stop, you need to save your breath." He told his mother, his hand over Rey's as they both held on to Leia. He looked over at Rey, she could see the panic in his face, "Why aren't your people doing anything?!" He snapped at Rey. He waited for a response but she couldn't find her words. She had a hard time accepting that this was even happening and all she could do was kneel there in tears, "Rey!-"

What's happening to me... It cannot be fixed by a doctor.

They both looked at each other and then back to Leia. She was speaking to them through the force now. Their shared grip tightens on her hand, "Leia..."

This has been a long time coming, They could see tears building in her eyes as they shut. They could feel how tired she was as she loosened her grip. She was ready to let go, I only wish... Ben could be here... One last time...

Ben let go of both their hands as he shot up off the ground. It didn't matter how badly he wanted to be by her side; really by her side, it was too late for him to come home now. They would shoot him out of the sky the moment he reached altitude. With nothing else he could do, Ben rushed off and Rey could no longer see him.

Rey, Her eyes focused back on Leia, My son is still in there. I know it... Bring him home...

As many others rushed to Leia's side to help her, Rey rose to her feet and headed as far away from the camp as she could. She could feel Finn and Poe's eyes watch her as she rushed off but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was Leia's dying wish.

She had to bring her son home.

She was reaching out to him. Ben could feel it. No not Ben, that wasn't him anymore. He was Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. That dying woman was the General of the Resistance. She wasn't his mother anymore. He couldn't allow these feelings to continue to tear him apart like this.

He couldn't go back. Not anymore.

"Ben?!"

Fuck. She found him. His feelings were so scattered he allowed himself to be found by Rey. He couldn't be more disgusted by how she found him, too. His head cradled in his hands as he sat on the edge of his bed. The force weighing heavy on his chest and he tried his damnedest to remember who he was. Who he was meant to be.

"Ben?" She appeared in front of him, getting down on one knee to get a better look at him. "What are you doing? Your mother is dying-"

"I don't have a mother anymore!" He yelled in that dark, twisted voice. The same he used when he tried to hide underneath his mask, "Ben Solo is dead!" Ben hoped if kept trying to lie and deny the truth, to let go of all of it and just be Kylo Ren that everything would go back to how it was. Let the past die. That's what he was doing. Did? Trying to do? His brain was scattered trying to control his emotions and let the darkness guide him like he thought it was supposed to but when he looked at Rey's face he found himself letting it pull him back in.

The light.

"Stop trying to be something your not!" Rey yelled back, "Your mother needs you, now, while she's still holding on," After a moment Rey was in tears. She wanted to reach out for him, but she still wasn't ready for that. However, Rey was ready to do whatever it took to bring Ben Solo home. For Leia. For Luke. For Han, "I can sneak you into the camp, they will never know you were there."

"Do you hear what you're saying?" Ben's voice was harsh and dark, but his eyes look tired and defeated, "You want to sneak the Supreme Leader of the First Order onto the last Resistance base?"

"No," Rey shook her head as she sniffed back her tears, "I just want to fulfill a mother's dying wish... that's all," He didn't react, only keeping a blank face as he stared at her, "Ben, please..."

"Get out of my head!" The distorted, curt voice that growled out of his gritted teeth was that of Kylo Ren. Defeated and in tears, she would not bother him any longer. So just as quickly as Rey found him, she vanished.

The moment she was gone he let out a sob. The feeling of being torn apart was agonizing to the point he wished he was dead instead of having to deal with all of his feelings. Part of his wanted to go back, to try to make amends for what he has done no matter how long it took, but he knew in his chest that all his enemies wanted him dead. All he could figure to do was remind himself he was too far gone. Going back would change nothing, and there was nothing he could do to take away the pain he inflicted on the galaxy. Ben was alone for only a few moments before he felt another presence in the room with him. Before Ben could tell them to go away, a voice spoke out. An old and familiar voice:

"Hey, kid."

His head jerked back to find his father standing behind him. How could this be? Han Solo was no Jedi. Was he a ghost? A dream? It didn't matter, because his father was here, now, when he needed him the most, "Dad?" The words slip out before he even realized he said them. When was the last time he even called him that? Ben couldn't recall.

"It's time to go home, Ben," Han told him, a smirk on his face.

"I can't," Ben replied as he shook his head like a sad child, "Your son is gone. I killed him. He can't go back," Ben began to choke up, "It's too late."

"No, it's not," Ben could feel himself quiver as his father reached out for his face. For whatever this was, it felt real. Like a memory rewritten, "Come home. We miss you."

"I'm being torn apart," Ben told him, tears in his eyes, "I want to be free of this pain... I know what I have to do but I don't know if I have the strength to do it," With a sigh, Ben looked into his father's eyes, "Will you help me?"

Han nodded, "Yes. Anything."

Ben turned to his left. Next to him on a pedestal was the burnt remains of Darth Vader's mask. He knew what needed to be done.

Ben turned around, reaching for his lightsaber, turning it on and then putting his attention on the mask. With a single swipe downwards, he destroyed the final remains of the mask letting Darth Vader and Kylo Ren die with it.

It was time to go home.