So I've been a fan of Star Wars for the longest time, and I couldn't help but want to write a Kylo/Rey fanfic. The tension between the two is undeniable, and if they turn out to be related, well... we'll cross that bridge when we get there, I suppose.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars (sadly)

Rey collapsed onto her bunk on the Millennium Falcon, exhausted from her journey. Luke Skywalker had agreed to return with her to join the Resistance. He had also told her about her family; her father had been the son of Owen Lars who was the step-brother of Anakin Skywalker. Rey had no true blood connection to the Skywalkers, so her Force capabilities stupefied Luke, but the Jedi Master noted that the Force did work in mysterious ways. He also told her that he had been the one to take her to Jakku, that his cousin had not wanted Rey to remain on Tatooine because he had sensed the Force in her just like he did in Luke. It was almost too much to comprehend, but Rey knew that it was true. She felt saddened because she wished the connection she had felt with Han Solo had been more than just admiration, that perhaps he was her father; but the truth also distanced herself from the monster who had killed him. As she began to drift off to sleep, Rey could picture his face in his mind, and hoped that she had left quite the scar on his face after their encounter on Starkiller base. Skywalker's voice crackled to life over the intercom, and it's warmth helped lull Rey to sleep.

"We'll be arriving at the Resistance base within the hour," he stated. "Thought you'd want to know." Rey groaned and pressed the button situated on the wall nearest to her bunk. Of course.

"Thank you, Master Luke," she sighed. Rey punched her pillow and turned away from the intercom, drifting off to sleep. Her mind was peaceful, much to her relief, and sleep came easily. Luke sensed that she was asleep and sighed, settling in. It had been years since he had been inside the Millennium Falcon, and he had rarely had the opportunity to fly it. Chewbacca was at his side in the co-pilot's seat, and Luke frowned. Han. His best friend had once sat where he now sat, making snide comments at his expense and being an all-around cocky jerk. But deep down, Han had cared. He'd cared enough that he'd made the ultimate sacrifice in belief that his son still felt the light side of the Force. Luke wasn't so sure; Ben had been so far gone last he heard. But even Darth Vader, Luke's own father, had had some remnants of the light side in him; even after all the atrocities he had witnessed and committed. Perhaps there was still hope for his nephew, but it would take a lot more than Han to bring him back.

Luke was drawn from his thoughts at the sound of Chewbacca, who howled in warning. An Imperial Shuttle jumped out of light-speed right in front of the Falcon. Luke groaned; he'd had enough dealing with shuttles and TIE fighters in his youth. But something about this shuttle was different. He sensed his nephew, his aura radiating anger and frustration.

"Chewie, go down and man the gun; I'll try and outmaneuver this guy," he declared. Chewie grunted in response and got up. Luke prepared himself to face his nephew, and wondered if Ben had officially lost his mind. It wasn't as if his nephew wasn't a skilled pilot; he was the son of Han Solo and grandson of Anakin Skywalker, after all. But he had never been able to outmaneuver his uncle. Even when they had flown together and Luke had taken a fighter that had been in terrible condition, Ben had always lost. But the dark side of the Force made people do crazy things. That much Luke knew.

He attempted to communicate to the shuttle, and was somewhat pleased when it worked. Ben's voice crackled to life.

"Hello, uncle," he stated. "I believe you have something that is mine. Give the girl to me and I might let you return to the Resistance." Luke's brow scrunched in confusion.

"Why would you need Rey?" he questioned. "Ben, you are being unreasonab-"

"Do NOT call me by that name!" the young man spat. "Ben Solo is as dead as Anakin Skywalker." Luke grimaced, angry at how badly his nephew had misinterpreted the past. Did all generations make such grave mistakes? He hoped not. "Supreme Leader Snoke has taken an interest in Rey, and wishes for me to retrieve her so she can begin her training. She and I are meant to serve together, surely you've felt it uncle?" Luke had, but he had imagined a different fate for the two... "Regardless, I will be taking what is mine with or without your cooperation.

"I'm afraid you've made a mistake, nephew," Luke responded. "Rey is not on board." He hoped the Jedi mind-trick would work, but he was worried that Ben was too aware of the trick. Sure enough, he heard him scoff and sighed. "You can't have her, Ben. You'll have to go through me."

"That's just what I was hoping to hear," Ben sneered. The shuttle flew forward, its forward double laser cannons firing on the Millennium Falcon. Luke flew around the ship while Chewie fired upon Ben. After a while, Luke decided his best bet was to jump into light-speed. With a maneuver that would make Poe Dameron drool, he evaded fire and made the jump before Ben could even think to follow. Chewie climbed back up from the gunner's position and returned to his spot in the co-pilot's chair.

"Take over for a bit, Chewie. I'm going to go check on Rey," Luke instructed. Chewie growled in response, and Luke went back to Rey's bunk. Upon seeing her sleeping soundly, Luke sighed in relief. He didn't know why he had been worried about Rey; there was no way Ben could have gotten her from inside the Falcon; not even Anakin had had that kind of power. Rey tossed and turned in her sleep a bit, but other than that, she was perfectly peaceful.

Kylo Ren, however, was not. He cursed and became frustrated at himself; he knew his uncle was a better pilot than he was. Why had he been so foolish as to go up against him? Because of some girl? A scavenger no less? That Rey was a nobody; certainly not worth the effort and time he was putting in to obtain her.

But deep down, Kylo knew better. She was someone; the Force told him so. Ever since he had encountered her in the forest outside Maz's, he had known that their fates had been intertwined; that there could not be one of them without the other. The whole thing was disgustingly poetic, Kylo found, the sort of thing that Jedi Masters like his uncle would die for. He was not that foolish. But still, he was intrigued by Rey. And while he did not appreciate the scar she had given him back on Starkiller base, he had to admit that it made him look all the more menacing. His father's warm eyes and mother's dark brown hair were sharpened and made harsher by the jagged silver line moving diagonally down from the right side of his face to his left. As mad as he was, he'd been impressed by her skill. She had peaked his interest, and Supreme Leader Snoke's. No mere scavenger would be capable of doing that.

Her Force presence had left with his uncle's, so Kylo knew she was gone. But due to the bond he'd developed, he figured he could trace their location. Kylo focused, and discovered that his uncle was heading to the outer rim. Kylo chuckled; there was only one place that his uncle would be motivated to take Rey all the way out there... He jumped to light-speed, setting course for the desolate desert planet of Tatooine.

When Rey stepped foot on the strange planet Luke had chosen, she couldn't help but be reminded of Jakku. The sand swirled around her feet and the dry heat was all too familiar and comforting. She could see that Skywalker felt the same way, as a small smile graced his face; a look of nostalgia that seemed so strange on his face. She'd heard stories about him; that Tatooine had been his home for all of his life, but he left it behind when he met Obi-Wan Kenobi. Rey felt a strong connection to the aging Jedi; they were more alike than they both thought.

"So do you have a land speeder coming or something?" Rey asked. "Because if we stay out here in the middle of nowhere for too long dehydration will set in and-"

"I know, Rey," Luke interrupted. "Tatooine was once my home as Jakku was yours. We will find a small outpost if we start walking due North. We better start now, or else the Sand People may start to show themselves." A low chuckle sounded behind the two with Chewie just now exiting the Falcon. Chewie growled defensively and neither Luke nor Rey had to turn to know who was standing behind them. The low hum of his lightsaber was enough of a hint.

"I think the Sand People are the least of your worries," Kylo stated. "You should have thought of a better planet to hide on, old man. Tatooine was far too predictable. You're running out of tricks." Luke chuckled and turned, his hand resting on his lightsaber tentatively. Rey clutched the old blue lightsaber at her hip, not wanting to be the one to make the first move. She would leave that to Kylo. Sure enough, the young man swung first and his strike was met by the lightsaber of Luke. Rey didn't want to lose Luke the way she had lost Han, so she bit her lip and stepped forward, unsheathing her lightsaber.

"Kylo!" she shouted. "Stop! Search your feelings; it's me you want!" Kylo turned, and sheathed his lightsaber. Rey did the same and stepped forward. Luke wanted to cry out, but something to him not to. Something told him that what Rey was doing was meant to be done. He kept his lightsaber unsheathed, however; he had learned from Han's death not to trust Ben. Rey smirked at the masked man, and stepped toward him some more. "That's right. Go on, take me prisoner." Luke winced slightly and watched as Ben approached Rey. The energy radiating off the two was almost too much; they were ridiculously powerful and when they were together that power was multiplied by millions.

"So," Kylo Ren chuckled as he bound Rey's wrists, "it is assuring to see you make the right choice. I promise you will be quite appreciated where you are going. If you embrace the dark side as you are destined to do." In one fluid motion, Kylo threw Rey over his shoulder. He was amazed at how light she was, but continued on his way to the shuttle. Rey tried to reach out to Luke through the force, to tell him to return to Leia and the rest of the Resistance, but she found she was unable to reach him. She wondered if it was because she wasn't powerful enough, or if Kylo had purposely put a block between herself and his uncle. She imagined it was the latter.

Her captor secured her to a passenger's chair in the shuttle, and seated himself in the pilot's chair. Her last glimpse of Luke Skywalker was of him standing in front of the Millennium Falcon, the sands of Tatooine whipping around his face, the wind rustling through his graying hair.

"You will soon forget about him," Kylo told her, as if he had sensed her dismay. "You have a great future ahead of you, Rey. Something far beyond the potential of Skywalker and the Resistance." Rey glared at him. "You continue to deny your destiny. If you do, you will end up like my good-for-nothing uncle: a failure."

"He is not a failure!" Rey defended. "He is a greater Jedi knight than you will ever be!" Kylo laughed a great laugh that made Rey shiver.

"You forget, Rey, that I am no Jedi knight."

So Kylo has Rey, and could have killed Luke, but did not. What do you think Luke will do about all this? What's Kylo up to? What do you think the future Luke saw entailed? Tell me what you think!

~ Class