“Flight Lessons”- (TIE Silencer one-shot)
Rey sinks into the sand until Ben holds out his arm to help her up.
She wouldn’t be able to stand otherwise. That’s what she tells herself when takes his hand.
“Catch your breath,” he says sternly. “We’re going again.”
“No,” she wheezes. “We are not.”
“It’ll be dark soon enough,” he insists. “You can stop then.”
“You could always have a go at it,” she pants. “Switch with me if you think it’s so easy to land.”
“I’m not going to leave you in my ship unattended, Rey.”
“You’ll run off with it,” he scolds. “And then where would I be?”
In her dreams, she’s running.
On snow. On salt. On sand.
Always running, never stopping.
Terrified of looking back
Rey’s eyes are closed, but she can always see the pilot chasing her.
Ben, he’s still Ben even after all this time, is always just behind her, breathing down her neck, and she doesn’t know what scares her more each time she floats through the air.
Fearing that he’ll catch her.
Or fearing that he won’t.
—
There are rumors of a First Order coup, even in the Resistance camp. A faction led by General Hux finishes the work that another, someone whose name she’s only ever heard in whispers, started so long ago.
The Emperor’s ghost will not abide those who know the Force.
He knows all too well what the Light can do.
They are only rumors, gossip learned second-hand then third, but she has no reason not to believe them.
She hears that Ben was attacked, left to die in the ruins of the Death Star.
The cause he’s dedicated his life to spits him up and swallows him whole.
—
The Resistance finds the man who used to be the Supreme Leader in the sands of Tatooine.
He’s bathed in the Force, as he always is, as he always has been, but the pulse that surrounds him is weaker than it once was. Flickering instead of beaming, a dying star instead of a burning sun.
The prisoner comes quietly.
If he didn’t want to captured, he would have gone free. The restraints fastened to his wrists by two terrified privates as they dragged him to the Falcon are only for show.
She knows that. He knows that.
But it’s easier for the others to pretend.
He’s kept in one of the Falcon’s unused rooms. One of the smaller ones that could have easily once been his.
She’s in charge of guard duty although she is the sole volunteer.
The bond has been quiet these past months, but now they’re alone, trapped together with her back against the wall and his saber on her hip.
Ben doesn’t say anything, just stares at her with a split lip and bruises coloring his cheeks.
He’s not in her mind, she told him she’s kill him if he tried and he seems to honor her request, but he’s seeing more than she wants.
Poe wanted to shoot on him sight. She’s starting to think that wouldn’t have been the worst idea.
“Why are you here?”
“I was looking for you.”
“You found me,” she snaps. “And then you got yourself captured. Excellent job.”
Silence is his only reply. His Force signature is growing healthy, strengthened by his captivity, a band of Darkness wrapped around a ring of Light.
The Light was there the last time they spoke. There, but almost too weak to see.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Don’t be stupid,” she says. “Why were you trying to find me?”
“I’m supposed to find you.”
He’s loud now, almost shouting, and she reaches for her saber without thinking.
“I keep having these dreams,” he continues. His voice is softer now, almost apologetic, and she moves her hand when she notices the hurt in his eyes. “Where the Order is after you. After us. Trying to kill us both.”
“You try and outrun them, but then you land on my ship right as they’re about to shoot,” he says. “I don’t know what it means, but it’s the same dream every time.”
“I can show you if you don’t believe me.”
He bows his head, offering up the contents of his mind, and she fights every impulse in her body not to take full advantage.
To witness the future he saw. To scavenge all the other dreams that might have led him here.
“You don’t need to show me, Ben,” she whispers. “I’ve seen it too.”
He lifts his head and something within her, neither Light nor Dark, grows stronger.
“You can tell Dameron I’ll cooperate,” Ben says. “I’m in exile now. I’ve got nothing left to lose.”
—
What’s left of High Command gathers in one room after the interrogation.
It’s been months, but the seat that would have been Leia’s, the throne at the head of the table, is still left empty.
Rey is present, but not quite there, standing on the outer edge of the inner circle as Poe relays the intel he’s gathered.
Ben told them more than they could have ever hoped and for the first time, the war feels like it could end.
“Why should we believe anything Ren says?”
The senior officer speaking has been scowling since the meeting started.
“For all we know, this is a trap. We’re playing right into his hands.”
Half the room murmurs its agreement and the Darkness slinks past her ankles, letting out a warning hiss before it disappears.
“You’ve seen the holos. The First Order’s offering five million credits for his head,” Finn says. “He’s a dead man walking. He might be telling the truth.”
“Even if he’s telling the truth-“
“-he is.”
It’s the first time she’s spoken in a council meeting and a roomful of eyes are locked on her. Her hand rests against her saber, Luke’s saber, and the Light helps craft every word.
“He wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”
There are more murmurs after that. Some more content than others.
Poe calls the room to order in a weary voice, turning to her once more before he issues a final decision.
“Are you sure, Rey?” Poe asks. “Can we trust him?”
He sounds tired.
Tired of fighting. Tired of war.
She nods, trusting Ben even if she isn’t sure why.
The Force cursed them both with the same vision. She’s no longer fool enough to pretend to understand what it means.
--
What little she says is enough to stay Ben’s execution.
The borrowed saber on her hip whispers its thanks.
—
Ben is a free-range prisoner.
He’s her shadow, a constant companion, in the weeks that follow.
None of the enlisted dare to approach him. Even most of the officers look the other way when he enters the mess for the first time, allowed out of his cell in exchange for the intelligence that reduced a First Order outpost into rubble.
An officer, the same one who had been so eager to condemn him, shoots Ben in the leg.
Or at least he tries.
Rey freezes the blaster bolt as it comes inches from Ben’s thigh. The Force flows through her fingertips as it lands with a thud and it isn’t regulation to strike Ben’s would-be assailant with her staff, but it’s kindness compared to what the Darkness suggests.
She’s stronger now that Ben’s with her. It’s intoxicating to think of what they could do.
—
They meditate.
She wakes him up while the rest of the camp is still asleep, before the suns have even risen and their only company is a silent dawn.
He says it’s been years since he even tried, that there were easier ways to find the Force when Darkness was all he knew, but he allows her to guide him as they ready for the end.
They sits across from one other with crossed legs and closed eyes, both searching for the balance she once struggled so hard to find.
They spar.
Using sticks like unruly padawans.
She tells him not to hold anything back, to teach her everything he knows, and the constellation of scrapes all over her limbs is evidence enough that he’s doing exactly as she acts.
Their matches become something of a spectacle, drawing crowds of anyone that can stop the task at hand.
He’s killed more men than she could ever name, but she wins enough to keep her ego from being bruised.
It might be the only part about her that isn’t.
—
They practice, readying themselves for the day their vision comes true.
It will come true. It’s only a matter of when.
She had to fight tooth and nail, but he’s finally been allowed use of his ship.
There are orders to cut his throat if he tries to go off-planet.
But he wouldn’t leave.
Not when there’s still so much to do.
She stares at the horizon for the millionth time, watching as Ben’s ship gathers speed.
She runs, just like the dreams, holding tight to her lightsaber when she closes her eyes and takes the leap.
She’s weightless, breathless. The Light soars as she spins through the air and she’s forgotten how it feels to stand when she bangs her head against one of the wings.
Gravity is her cruelest enemy.
She waited too long to jump.
Ben veers his Silencer off course, swerving so she doesn’t end up burned to a crisp, but it isn’t really mercy when she crashes into the sand.
It hurts, but the pain is nothing new.
She’s already fallen a thousand times.
What’s one time more?
Rey sinks into the sand until Ben holds out his arm to help her up.
She wouldn’t be able to stand otherwise. That’s what she tells herself when takes his hand.
“Catch your breath,” he says sternly. “We’re going again.”
“No,” she wheezes. “We are not.”
“It’ll be dark soon enough,” he insists. “You can stop then.”
“You could always have a go at it,” she pants. “Switch with me if you think it’s so easy to land.”
“I’m not going to leave you in my ship unattended, Rey.”
“You’ll run off with it,” he scolds. “And then where would I be?”
She rewards him with a one-fingered salute, the first thing she remembers learning in Niima outpost, and it’s the first time she’s ever seen him smile.
—
He has a nice smile.
For a tyrant.
—
There are other dreams in the weeks that follow.
Dreams where she’s in his lap and in his bed, moaning his name as he makes her come undone.
She tries to forget them as soon as she’s woken up, tries to hide her blush when Ben strips down to an undershirt in his war against the midday sun.
Those are her dreams. Nobody else’s.
Some dreams don’t come true.
—
The war finds them on Tatooine.
Their armies are waiting, stationed in the mountains until it’s finally time to strike. Finn has her staff while Poe keeps watch, his comm at the ready when it’s time for the ambush to start.
She’s the sacrificial Bantha, standing alone.
Trussed up and ready for the slaughter.
She can’t see Ben, but she can feel him. The gears of his mind whirling from his hiding place in the shadows.
There’s fear there, the same worry she has that all their work was in vain.
Her heart aches, but she ignores it.
She ignites the saber, a blue beacon for the swarm that’s descending on the planet’s surface
They wanted a Jedi.
That’s what they’ll get.
The finest ships in the First Order are seconds away, larger than life and sharper than steel, but her feet carry her over the sand, out of the desert and into the open.
Their ships are fast. Ben’s is faster.
He breaks through their offensive, soaring toward her like they’ve practiced a thousand times.
Guns are firing, getting closer with each wasted moment, when he calls her name.
The Force bangs like a drum when she jumps.
--
She flies through the air.
And then he catches her.
Just as she always knew he would.
—
Then the Resistance claims its due.
—
To the victors, go the spoils.
A bottle Lando brought makes its rounds among the survivors, something bitter and strong that warms the fire in her blood.
Ben isn’t unwelcome, not anymore, but he lingers at the edge of the crowd.
Keeping to himself.
Looking away when she tries to catch his eye.
—
The rest of the camp has gone to bed.
They sit together with their thighs touching, watching as the fire slowly turns to ash.
“I’ve been told I’m not a prisoner anymore,” Ben says. “That I’m free to go wherever I please.”
His Poe impression is a good one, but that’s not why she forgets to breathe.
“Where will you go?”
“I haven’t decided.”
He sighs, staring at the embers like they’ll give him any sort of sign.
“I’ve never been free before.”
She might be imagining it, but his fingertips brush against hers.
“You could stay here.”
He doesn’t say anything and that hurts more than a no ever could.
“You don’t have to stay here,” she stammers, trying to salvage what would have been a perfectly fine goodbye. “But it’ll take months to help rebuild the moisture farms. We could always use another set of hands.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
Ben turns his head and her heart pounds in her ears.
Running from an army was nothing compared to this.
She misses being brave.
He has to know she wants him to stay.
He has to know that’s all she’s ever wanted.
But words fail her as they so often do.
So she kisses him instead.
He’s just as clumsy and unpracticed as she is, but it’s perfect either way, feasting on his lips as he wraps his arms around her.
She’s soaking through her leggings as she climbs into his lap and they’ve never been closer, but they’ll never be close enough.
“I dreamed about this too.”
He kisses a trail up her neck, leaving marks she never wants to fade.
“Rey, I’ve dreamed about you for so long.”
She cradles his face in his hands,
He’s looking at her the way she’s only ever dreamed of being looked at, like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen, and it’s all she can do to kiss him again, to make up for all the time they’ve wasted.
The dreams, as beautiful as they were, were a pale imitation of reality.
She’ll never wake up from this for as long they live.
—
Rey takes Ben’s hand and leads him to the Falcon.
—
She’s fallen for him a thousand times.
It’s easy to fall once more.
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Hi there @theknightdreamer:
Thank you for the ask- this was fun to tackle!!
How will Rey react if Ben told her his feelings for her?
My gut tells me that by the time Ben is willing to confess his feelings, Rey will be very receptive to him, and will reciprocate. Why?
Well, Rey has shown that she’s pretty damn into Ben Solo. (She resists Kylo Ren, but that’s a topic for another meta). The visual storytelling speaks for itself.
Exhibit A: Looking at him like he’s the center of her world. That nothing else exists but them.
Exhibit B: Looking for him eagerly with the softest expression on her face.
Exhibit C: Her “My body is ready” moment in the elevator-- the way she moves closer, letting her eyes skim over his chest, eyes, and mouth, while looking almost drunk (😂). All of these cues suggest romantic / sexual interest.
Exhibit D: Gazing at him with awestruck devotion after he saves her. (There is sexual subtext here too, in how she strokes the saber.)
And it’s not merely physical. Rey cares about Ben as a person. She wants him for who he is-- for his true self, Ben Solo. And it’s why she’s completely devastated when he chooses to go down a path she can’t follow. (Exhibit E).
Another (subtler) reason Rey declines his proposal is that she’s not ready for symbolic womanhood yet, and all it implies (i.e., a romantic / sexual relationship with Ben). (Disclaimer: sex / romance isn’t related to maturity in real life.)
In Ep. IX, however, I have every confidence that Ben will be ready to embrace his true self, and choose a better path, and Rey will be ready to complete her Heroine’s Journey and embrace him as her partner. It’s the final film, after all.
So by the time Ben is willing to lay his cards on the table and tell her how he feels, Rey will def. be ready, too. I think she’ll respond by kissing him, or professing her feelings in return. It’s even possible that she’ll tell him first.
If I had to guess, I’d say love professions will come in 1 of 2 ways: right before or after Ben sacrifices himself or goes into certain danger.
If we get love professions before Ben goes into certain danger, it would parallel HanLeia in ESB.
However, if we are going for BATB, we’ll get love professions afterward.
Clearly there are many ways this could go-- who says it first, whether she says it when he’s “dying” or already “dead,” etc. The only thing I feel certain of is that at the end, they are going to kiss and fly away in the MF to go make future Skywalker-Solos together, and it’s going to be goddamn glorious. 😭❤️❤️
Of course, I’ve assuming that we’ll get an explicit, mutual love profession here. I made this assumption because we did get them in the Prequel and Original Trilogies, it fits the BATB themes, and Reylo’s love story is at the core of the Sequel Trilogy. I’d be surprised if they don’t include one, but it’s not impossible.
If there is a kissing scene, who do you think will initiate it?
I definitely think there will be a Reylo kissing scene. Every major romantic couple in SW has kissed on screen-- usually several times. Reylo is behind compared to HanLeia, Anidala, and even FinnRose. This is why I’m actually predicting multiple kisses in Ep. IX. I really don’t think it would be that much of a stretch.
I think there is strong evidence that Rey will initiate the first kiss. Her agency drove the physical encounter between them with confirmed sexual subtext.
We also can’t forget about this scene.
Indeed, apart from the bridal carry, Ben has never actually physically touched Rey first. Don’t get me wrong-- he has definitely pursued and showed his interest in her. But his way of showing interest is subtle: he stares at her, moves closer, offers his hand, etc. and waits to see if she is receptive to his interest.
That said, however, Reylo is the consummately equal Star Wars couple. So personally, although I prefer (and expect) Rey to initiate their first kiss, I’d love for Ben to initiate their second. Pretty please, JJ? 🙏
Thank you again for the ask! Here’s hoping to all the Reylo kisses and professions of love in Ep. IX. BRING ON THE ROMANCE. 😍
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