A/N: And so, we have reached the end. Thank you all again for the wonderful support over the course of this work, and special thanks to those who read it from Chapter 1 back in 20...when did TFA even come out again...? AND STILL CAME BACK. You guys astonish me. To all the people who just started reading after TLJ, I love you just as much, because readers are readers, and all us writers would be nothing without you. 3

Chapter 75: Home- An Epilogue

Try as she might to be annoyed at the situation Ben had gotten them into, Rey had to admit that she'd messed up just as badly a few times before. She was also laughing harder than she ever had before. Tears were running down her face, and her sides hurt whilst her lungs burnt for air.

"Enjoying the show, sweetheart?" Ben's voice crackled over the comm system.

Rey reached to flick the button from where she was doubled over on the Lark's control board.

"All too much, I'm afraid. You do realise what was implied by 'We promise to extract at least these children without alerting every baddie or Senate goon on the planet to our presence?' It wasn't this Ben, dear, it wasn't this," Rey snorted as she watched the scene unfold from behind the Lark's viewport.

Ben had torn around the corner of one of the many crumbling sandstone walls of the slave compound on Ryloth, a little blue Twi'lek tucked under his arm, and another red one attached to his back, neatly huddled under his cloak with only the Lekku poking out. Rey had breathed a sigh of relief at first, which then turned to a gasp, and then to giggles as, yet again, a horde of angry slavers was hot on Ben's heels. Now he was taking care to dart in amongst the ruins and dunes to where Rey had the Lark on stealth.

"Perhaps if you stopped laughing, and came to pick me up, then this would run smoother!"

"Fine, fine! I'll save your backside again-"

"Rey!"

"Alright, I'm on my way! Keep your tunic on good grief…"

His breathless laugh echoed over the comms, interrupted by the sound of his lightsaber deflecting blasterfire.

Rey smiled to herself as she lifted off, and made her way to Ben, carefully keeping the stealth functionality on. She purposefully overshot him, disabling the emitter then, and revelling in the shock it caused amongst the slavers. She pulled a clipped roll, her downdraft enough to force a sandstorm over the pursuers and began steadily lowering the cargo ramp as she flew in front of Ben. The slavers' momentary disorientation was enough, and Rey swung low just in front of him, grinning when he took the Force-aided leap up and hit the button to close the hold.

She could hear children laughing.

It was scary just how good she and Ben had gotten at wrangling themselves out of situations like this, Rey thought as she pulled them out of the atmosphere and dropped them into hyperspace. First it was the Sarlacc on Felucia, which they could have sworn was dead, till it of course wasn't. Then the Krayt dragon on Tatooine, and the den of organ dealers on Onderon, and pirates of Florrum…

They really got around. It was strange what kind of places simply looking for stolen children would take you. Strange, and heart-breaking.

Rey sank back into the pilot's chair, and just stared at the blue of stretched space flitting past. She didn't really see it. Instead, she was watching the past year or so that she and Ben had spent together. That first tentative flight into space after the events of Lehon seemed so long ago, and yet not. Rey could still remember it fresh in her mind.

She could still smell the burnt flesh of four months prior to that flight, and still hear the yelling of soldiers, with Leia's gentle reassurances somehow drowning the noise out. Rey was still not quite sure how they had gotten out of that mess, but she knew it had something to do with a large portion of Resistance who, at the heart of it all, were still the old Rebellion.

Kla-Or – bless that Kaminoan – had met them on some underhanded dock on Telos, along with Gaelas and a handful of her own team and Order of Shasa members. They had plucked Ben from the battered Millennium Falcon and gotten him into a kolto tank before the engines had even cooled.

His arm had been lost, along with his saber and hers, but Kla-Or had worked miracles before, and there was no end to Rey's respect for the cybernetic arm he had been fitted with. The silvery tendrils of metal worked their way up his neck, his shoulder blade, and his chest in order to seam correctly, but the results were beyond what Rey could have believed possible.

It had not taken Ben long to adapt to his new arm, and shorter still for them to set off into space, though the latter was not entirely by choice. They were not exactly the best of friends with the new Senate that had been established. Thankfully, they change of powers created the perfect climate for herself and Ben to get lost. No one really knew their faces, and so far they had only met one bounty hunter stupid enough to take on an ex-Sith and ex-Jedi, who at the time were very carefully escorting a trio of young Nautolan to Manaan. After they had finally rebuilt their lightsabers, no less.

Rey squinted at the light glinting off the Skywalker saber that now dangled from the console overhead, along with the red kyber crystal necklace, reclaimed photograph of her and Ben, as well as Chewie's beads. They couldn't exactly take the Sparrow, that would be a bit obvious, but Rey be damned if Chewbacca didn't know how to source sneaky freighters. That karking smuggler's Wookiee.

What she still could not understand, however, was how so much could be destroyed in the damn war but not that infernal lightsaber. Neither of them dared touch it afterwards, and it had been an ornament whilst they used normal vibroblades until they built their own again, and it remained an ornament now.

More laughter erupted from the main hold, and Rey could just make out Ben's deep intonations of broken, flat Twi'leki mixed with Basic. Rey was thankful that the children at least knew some Basic, as most Twi'leki actually made use of the lekku….Which both she and Ben were very much lacking.

It was astonishing how far they had both come. At first, they had simply been looking for other Force Sensitives to help out, as a way to find their feet, and send them the way of the Order of Shasa and the new academy they had started to form on Manaan. Gaelas had remained true to his word, and Luke's memory, and soon the academy had started to bustle with new voices and bodies finally finding their place.

Their searching, however, had opened up a far larger wound in the Galaxy. They had tracked down some orphaned children said to be Sensitives, but instead found them to not actually be orphans at all. They were stolen.

And so Rey and Ben had stopped only seeking out Force Sensitives, but began making a name for themselves in the Galactic underground as trackers, going to the ends of the known universe to reunite families, and send seeking Sensitives back to Gaelas' welcoming arms.

Granted, not all of their missions were successful. They saw many deaths, and a lot of sorrow, but it was always eased by a child safely returned to their parents, or a town rid of their body-snatching antagonists Even one person saved made it all worth it to Rey.

On the flip side, however, they had begun to make a name for themselves, which was bad when you were trying to keep a low profile. And so they had formed new identities out of old documents they had scavenged in their travels. Apparently once, very long ago, another due had given the old Empire quite a headache, and Rey and Ben felt it fitting to continue the legacy by adopting the names Juno and Galen. Neither of them had expected Leia's reaction to the names, and the story that had followed was more than enough cause for them to keep using them.

The was no Skywalker, Organa, Solo, or Kenobi anymore. It was just Ben and Rey, and whichever other names would suit their purpose when they had to change yet again. Galen and Juno would not last forever. Perhaps one day Ben and Rey would not be taboo any longer, but until then it would only exist to those closest to them, the panels of their ship, and the silence of space.

Rey smiled indulgently to herself as heavy footsteps echoed up the passage to the cockpit, Ben no doubt having settled the two little Twi'leks into their bedroom for the next week of travel, showed them where all the gathered games were, and set them up with some good food. He was so unbelievably good with the children.

If only the others could see them now.

She leaned back as large hands found her shoulders and moved across to allow for strong arms to hold her tight. One was warm and gave slightly, where as the other was hard, and bore no heat of its own.

Lips brushed her cheek and found her ear.

"You really need to get better at the whole getaway transport thing, my dear."

"You need to get better at using your stealth field generator and actually stepping lightly, Bennie."

He smiled against her skin, taking a deep breath with his head pressed against hers.

Rey could only let her eyes fall closed and grin, hugging his arms closer around her.

Though they may not be officially welcome on any Senate planet, though they may have to discard their names and history, and though they may never be able to stay still ever again, they had all they needed.

In this little ship, hurtling from planet to planet and day to day, they belonged.

They were home.