Author's Note: I am so sorry about the wait! I love the attention that this story is getting and hope that the wait hasn't discouraged you from letting me know what you think! Just so you all know, no matter what is said in this chapter, there isn't a limitation on what the pairing can be, I promise! Unfortunately, I don't really like this chapter but I've rewritten it too many times and y'all have waited enough! Let me know what you guys would like! Enjoy the chapter!

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Warnings: Lack of main story continuity, OOCness, language, and unbeta'd.

Word Count: 5,075

There is a strained silence that settled around the room. At first, the masters stared at her as if she was about to bust out laughing, slap the back of the nearest master, tell them she was just joking with them and proceed with the truth, but after two entire minutes of her just staring back at them without even the slightest twitch of her face in a joking manner, dread fills the Force around all of them.

Ahsoka's eyes are blown wide, staring at Rey as if trying to convince her to say it was a joke, then the dread starts to fill the Force, and her orange skin starts to lose all color as horror begins to set in. Her long, thin fingers twist and curl at her sides, as her anxiety finds a way to physically manifest itself. The rest of her body remains motionless.

Everyone starts looking around at one another, using their eyes and a deep rooted connection with one another, to speak without using any words or releasing anything too alarming into the Force. The dread is there and is quickly trying to pull back into themselves to cloak it, or perhaps they are regaining control of their surprise. An eerie emptiness is left there in the Force from the Masters, trying not to alarm the guards outside and those close by of the unease within the chambers and cause a panic.

Rey feels something that she can only describe as rationality, or something relaxing at least, flood into the Force. It comes from the small green Master, and it seems to sooth the others. There is age in him, Rey doesn't need the Force to tell her those lines on his face aren't just stress related. It's got to be from a long life, too. And his ability to control the room... Rey has only become aware of the Force recently, but there is few that she knows of able to do such a thing without saying anything at all. There is a lot of trust and respect in this Master.

But there was a lot of confusion and worry funneling into the Force, though, from two people. The strongest of which -

"What?"

Rey looks over at Anakin to see his steel blue eyes are blown wider than even Ahsoka's. But he's staring right at Rey, probing both with his eyes and through the Force. He isn't trying to peak into her mind, just using is presence in the Force to bear down on her. Like a heavy pressure is settling over her and pushing hard. She recognizes this feeling from the one time she dealt with Kylo Ren. He was trying to peak into her mind to see the map leading to Luke, and was using his power in the Force as a way of "throwing his weight around".

With Kylo, she felt the pressure, even though she didn't know about the Force inside her, but with Anakin, it's like the entire planet of Coruscant is weighing down on her shoulders. Anakin isn't just strong in the Force, he's unbelievably powerful in it. He's stronger than even Luke! It's like his power is completely endless and eternal. Rey didn't really know who was Anakin Skywalker, but in that instant, she knew he would be an invaluable ally. A man of monstrous strength in the Force and convictions to match.

"How?" Anakin asks. "What happened to all the Jedi?"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan starts but stops when one of the other masters - Mace Windu? - shakes his head. He wanted an answer for that question too. Rey isn't sure she knows how to answer that question in a way that'll make them happy. But maybe that's where the dread comes from. From their perspective, if what she says is true, then something terrible is going to happen.

Rey thinks about those younglings. Wanting to be like them. Be here in the Temple, learning how to be a Jedi. Having Masters and fellows to learn with. To be part of something. To be able to belong to something. To have people in the exact same boat as you.

But that means that probably none of those younglings survived. And if they did, they were hunted down by Vader, or killed by some other means, or were turned to the Dark Side, or simply fell between the cracks of the galaxy. Too afraid to make a noise. Too afraid to draw the attention of someone unwanted. Hiding who they were and where they came from. Survival over all else.

"What happened?" Anakin asks again, stepping closer to her, seemingly unable to hear either of the Masters. He's too keyed in on her words to be able to hear them, or at least, process what they are saying. She can hear her voice echoing in his head. Like a sick mantra, taunting him.

That can't be good.

"I don't know..." Rey says slowly. That seems to only aggravate Anakin more than anything. All of his agitations seems to leak into the Force. It's like a miasma flooding into the space around them, choking the air. His aggravation, anxiety and annoyance floods into the council room from only Anakin, blocking out anyone and everyone else. Rey is in utter awe at his presence in the Force.

Rey doesn't know how to sift through the flood of emotions coming from him, though. All she knows is that he is growing more and more agitated as the seconds pass. She's not skilled enough in dealing with others without the Force to know how to deal with it, throwing the Force into it now, shows just how little she really knows. Luke was always very careful with his emotions, his thoughts. He kept them quiet and close to his chest, showing how years of being an introvert has affected him in the Force.

Being away from other living people probably also helped him build up mental defenses in order to protect himself.

"How can you not know?" Anakin asks again, not even sure how her ignorance could be possible.

"I don't know..." Rey insisted. She has a bit of speculation - on Luke's part - but nothing concrete. But she's not sure how much speculation should be thrown out there. She doesn't want to give the wrong impression and lead them all astray. "I don't know how it happened..."

Anakin takes another step closer, not at all seeing anyone but her. He's so intensely focused on her that she can feel the weight of his Force bearing down on her. Like someone dropped an airship onto her shoulders. Her knees start to shake. She can't hold herself up against this strength. She's not strong enough. She can see the Masters shifting, feeling it as well. Obi-Wan starts to stand up, probably to stop him, but Rey can't wait that long.

"Anakin," She says sharply, shoving the looming presence he's bringing down on her away. She's surprised that she actually managed to do it, throwing both Anakin and herself off kilter by the action. Both of them stumble a bit, their shuffled steps somehow thunderous in the otherwise quiet room. Thankfully, it seems that little shove Rey did to Anakin, pulled him from the warping emotions him.

Calmly, locking eyes with the dazed, steel blues, Rey says, "I don't know, Anakin. I'm sorry. I wasn't born."

Anakin blinks slowly, his shoulders lowering a bit. "I'm... sorry. I'm just worried..."

"We all are," Obi-Wan says, placating, his eyes locked onto Rey, as if seeing her for the first time. "Just relax, Anakin."

"I am," Anakin lies, backing up behind the ring of Masters, becoming subdued in the Force once more. He's not relaxed. He's stressed, and unhappy. And scared. So very scared.

"Tell me about your childhood," another master asks after almost an entire minute of silence. Rey's eyes flicker over to Anakin, but he's too lost in his thoughts to say anything.

"Master Fisto," Obi-Wan says, pulling Rey's eyes over to him.

"What?"

Obi-Wan nods to the master who spoke. "Master Fisto."

Rey nods in understanding. Okay, so it was obvious she didn't remember their names. A bit embarrassing.

"Why do you want to know more about my past?" Rey asks, looking over at Fisto. Sure, she didn't go in depth and she did say something shocking to warrant a lot of worry, but she doesn't understand why her past would have anything to do with it. She wasn't born when this all happened. She's so confused.

"For me and my fellow Masters to get a better incite of yourself. Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker were able to spend a few days with you, but as this is the first time the rest of us have gotten to meet with you," Fisto says, smiling easily, which is very surprising considering what just happened. "I just want to know more about you, Rey. Is your past a sensitive point?"

Rey shakes her head. "I don't know. There isn't much about my past before my master that was anything other than struggling to survive."

"Then how about we start there?" Fisto says. "What did you do to survive?"

"I was a scavenger," Rey tells them. "I worked for a crolute junker named Unkar Plutt. I worked with a group for a while, until I realized that I was doing all of the work because I was good at it, and having to share the profits, so I set out on my own. It was easier that way."

"You don't work well with others?" Ki-Audi Mundi asks. He casts a small, sideways glance at the other masters. They are fishing for something. Rey just isn't sure what it is.

Rey shakes her head. "No. I wouldn't say that. I would have kept working with them if they were willing to work together. They wanted me to do all the work and carry the group. It was just better to work by myself. I would have liked to work with others." Rey grabs onto her elbow, thinking about Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn, BB-8, and Chewy. "I did what I could to survive until I came across a BB-8 droid that had the information leading to my Master. From there I met Finn and ultimately ran into the First Order. And Kylo Ren."

"Who is Kylo Ren?" another master asks. Shaak Ti. She interlaces her fingers in front of her, blinking slowly, and somehow, in that moment, Rey realized why they wanted to know about her past. They were trying to see if she was credible. They wanted to see if they could puncture holes in her story and disprove what she said about the fate of the Jedi.

Well, she'll tell them everything they want to know, then. She wants the Jedi to live. If by explaining who she is and where she came from, would help them realize that she wasn't lying. She'd spill the beans. It's not like it's some big secret. It's just not overly impressive of a story.

"Kylo Ren is the apprentice of Snoke. He was the one that was hunting for my Master. I don't know who exactly Snoke is, or what he looks like, but I've heard of him and my Master has sensed him. But Kylo Ren managed to capture me because I saw the map the lead to my master and with him is where I unlocked my Force abilities."

"What does that mean?" Obi-Wan asks.

"I never knew I was Force Sensitive, so I was never trained," Rey says. "So, while fighting Kylo with my Master's lightsaber, I was able to awaken my ability. I... don't know how to explain what happened. While we were fighting, it was like..." she squints pretty brown eyes, as if trying to summon up the feeling again from the memory alone, "something inside of me awakened. I was able to fight him off and escape with my life. Then I went to General Leia and with the help of both BB-8 and Luke's little astromech droid that had been in some sort of power-down mode since he left Luke, named R2-D2, we were able to find my Master."

"R2-D2?" Ahsoka echoes, her blue eyes wide.

Rey twists around to look at her. "Yes, why?" The color has finally returned to her body. She still looks both unnerved and unhappy, but relieved to be talking bout something other than the looming doom for the Jedi.

"What did he look like?" Anakin asks. "The astromech droid."

Rey looks at him. "Blue and silver. My master said he once belonged to the Chosen One."

The room falls dead silent. All of the Masters in the room share sideways glances with one another, communicating with their eyes, but not letting anything into the Force.

"I was going to ask how you able to fight with your Master's lightsaber without having met him yet, but I think the better question would be; what do you know about the Chosen One?" Mace Windu asks, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

"Just what my Master told me, and some of it is speculation, I think," Rey says, uncomfortable. She wants them to be aware of what is going to happen, but she doesn't want to feed them the wrong information. There is just no way that's good for anyone. Especially not the Jedi. This is a trying time for them. A time for them to try and figure out how to save themselves and everyone else. She shouldn't be feeding them the wrong information that might hamper their decisions.

This wasn't about hurting. This was about helping.

"What did your master tell you?" Another master asks.

"Master Tiin," Obi-Wan says at Rey's blank stare.

Rey nods slowly, reaching up and grabbing at the loose strands of her hair as a way of busying herself. "A lot of things that is intermixed with his opinion, but what I do know about the Chosen One, is that he brought balance to the Force. Not once, but twice." She twirls her hair around for a moment before stopping, realizing that she was trying to distract herself. "My master told me..." Rey looks around at the Masters, her eyebrows pulling together, "he told me that the Jedi betrayed the Chosen One."

There is another deathly silence. Rey isn't sure she is going to be able to get used to this many people lapsing into silence as many times as they have. Hopefully this isn't a glimpse into the future. One filled with a lot of awkward silences.

Then again, their topic of conversation isn't exactly one of sunshine and rainbows. Maybe that is where their apprehension comes from.

"How?" Obi-Wan asks, flatly.

"What?" Rey asks, looking over at the blond master. There is an uneasy flittering feeling in the Force. When Rey's eyes lock with Obi-Wan, she feels this tenseness in his body even though he's a few feet away from her. She can't tell if he's in disbelief, angry or what? It's like this cold feeling that is surrounding him that she doesn't understand.

"How did the Jedi betray the Chosen One?" Obi-Wan asks slowly, blue eyes dark.

"Obi-Wan..." Anakin starts, his eyebrows pulled together tightly but Obi-Wan holds up his hand and silences the younger man.

"According to my Master..." Rey says slowly, looking between the two men. Obi-Wan looks upset, and Anakin... looks somehow distraught, but in a different manner. Almost not for the Chosen One, but for Obi-Wan. "The Jedi Masters tried to stop the Chosen One from doing his duty. So the Force punished them."

"How is that possible?" Master Depa asks, her eyebrows pulling together. She looks around at her fellow masters.

"I don't know," Rey says, shaking her head. "I would hate to speculate. All I know is what my master told me and even then it's all second hand knowledge. He was born after the Jedi Order was destroyed."

Another. Painful. Silence.

But this time, they all stare at one another, a flourishing emotional maelstrom around them all. Rey isn't sure who's feeling what or how strong, but it's like a whirlwind around her. She thought that she would be able to help them, but she's starting to wonder if she's only making it worse.

"The way my master explained it," Rey says, "the Jedi didn't understand what his purpose was, and so they ignored him as he tried to bring the Force back into balance, until it was too late."

"And the Order was destroyed..?" Ahsoka asks, her orange skin pale once again.

"Yes," Rey says, grabbing onto her left elbow with her right hand. "A knight that later became Darth Vader killed the Chosen One and destroyed the Order."

Blank stares.

"What?" Anakin says, his eyebrows pulling together. "I thought... I thought you said the Chosen One brought balance to the Force not once, but twice!"

"They did," Rey says. "The Chosen One was the only one that stood between the Light and the Dark. The Jedi were ignoring the raising power of the Dark Side, instead of adapting like the Chosen One was trying to get them to do, and so the Force allowed Darth Vader to be created and destroy the Order and the Republic. If the Jedi refused to allow the Chosen One to bring balance, than it was going to have to go with option B."

"The Sith," Master Windu spits the word in disgust. His face twists into this nasty look.

"Master Luke said that the Force is equal parts Light and Dark, that the reason that the Chosen One keeps on being throughout time is because Jedi and Sith and their actions without thought upsets the balance," Rey says. "I'm sorry. If my master was here, maybe he would be able to tell you more, but I just don't know. I don't know the hows or whys of it all, just the points."

Another silence.

The Masters look around at one another, using their bond to one another to communicate without words. Again. There was so much speculation and not a lot of facts that Rey is worried about what they would think. If they thought she was crazy, well, at least it would give them something to think about, hopefully. But if they realized that she was telling them the truth - however muddied it is, though - would they really be able to do anything? Rey simply didn't know. Obi-Wan seemed to believe that she would be able to help them, but she is worried that maybe she's caused more trouble than anything.

"I'm sorry," Rey says, looking over at Obi-Wan, who seems to have settled down from his anger before. He's stroking his beard contemplatively, though, looking down at the carpet in thought.

"For what?" Obi-Wan asks, looking tired and far older than Rey's sure that he is.

"You thought I would be able to help you guys." Rey pulls at the ends of her hair again. "I think I've just added more of a mess to this than anything."

"That's impossible," Obi-Wan sighs, stroking his beard one more time before dropping it onto his lap and leaning forward from his relaxed pose. "This entire war has been a mess since before you came along, Rey. You've just... added to what we need to think about. Perhaps added a bit of perspective, to some things that we may have lost sight of."

"Your insight is invaluable, I think," another master says. Plo Koon, Anakin mouths before Obi-Wan can say it. "There is much that we must speak about in private and ponder over. Would we be able to call on you again, once we have digested this information and have more to ask?"

Rey blinks a few times. "I don't mind. I don't know how much help I can be, though."

"Have confidence in what you know," Windu says, lacing his fingers together on his lap. He still looks unhappy, but his thoughts seem to have cleared up for the time being. Or, at least, he's hiding how he's feeling. "The Force..." he hesitates, looking Rey up and down for a moment, "it may have sent us something that we weren't expecting, and we need to take a bit o time to think things through and discuss amongst ourselves, but I agree with Master Koon, we would like to have you come back."

Rey nods, happy that they are at least giving some stock to what she's saying. At the very least they don't seem to think that she's completely insane. She's not sure how much they believe her, but they are considering what she said. To them, she's probably talking about some sort of post apocalyptic wasteland with a pure mixture of chaos and discord. But she knows that there is still good out there.

Just like there must still be good here.

"I can't believe I get to stay here, in the Jedi Temple," Rey gushes, looking around with wide, innocent brown eyes.

Ahsoka smiles a bit, following behind the older girl. "Well, of course! Where else would you go?" She puts her hands onto her hips and raises an eyebrow.

"No where, I suppose," Rey admits, looking around the plain room to the doorway where Ahsoka is standing. "I just thought that, with all of the terrible things that I said today, that the Jedi would be hesitant to let me stay."

Ahsoka shakes her head. "No way. Sure, a lot of what you said was really worrisome, but the Jedi aren't like that. We are understanding. It's not great things that you had to say, but Master Plo was right, what you said that was a lot to take in. The Masters will just have to talk it over and figure out what they are going to do next."

Rey pulls her satchel off of her shoulder and lays it down on the bed. "I suppose. I just..." her eyebrows pull together tightly. "I hope I end up being able to help the Jedi, rather than not." She frowns, lacing her fingers together on her lap.

"You are helping us, Rey," Ahsoka insists, stepping into the room, letting the door shut behind her. "We never would have known any of this was coming if you hadn't said anything. I don't know how the Masters plan on saving us, but now that they know that there is an issue, then I'm sure we will start moving forward on how to better handle this."

Rey is inspired by Ahsoka's words. All Rey wanted to do was to be somewhere she belongs and finally find the people she should be with. She thought that those people were her Master and friends - and a large part of her heart is still holding out for it - but if she can't figure out what happened to her when her Master sent her away, and how to get home, than she's stuck looking once more.

No. There has got to be some way for her to return home. Maybe she can help the Jedi, but ultimately, she does want to return to her Master and her friends. Is it naïve of her to wish for that?

"Do you miss your home?" Ahsoka asks, walking over to Rey and sitting on the girl's borrowed bed next to the time traveler.

"Not so much Jakku," Rey admits, although an achingly small part of her still wonders if her family actually ever returned for her. She knows that it's foolish of her, really, but what if, even after all of these years, they do come back for her? What if, now that she is so far away from them, they would all return to her? Her family? Her master and friends? And she is nowhere nearby for her to be able to be with them. And she was starting to -

No. Don't think about that.

"Your friends? Your master?" Ahsoka guesses.

"Yeah," Rey admits, shaking her head, hoping to dislodge the thoughts. "My master, mostly. He would often say to me, 'Rey, it's a tough galaxy out there, even for those who know how to survive, but being alone and surviving isn't the same as being with others and surviving'." Rey sighs. "I've always sort of felt out of place, but being with Master Luke felt right. Like I was finally somewhere I could belong, but, now I can't get to him either." Rey sighs again. "I've never said that before, to anyone."

Ahsoka is quiet for a moment, staring at the floor in front of them before looking over at Rey. "I am in a bit of an odd situation with my Master."

Rey raises an eyebrow. Happy to not have to be talking about herself anymore. "What does that mean?"

"Anakin is my Master," Ahsoka says, "but I'm kind of shared between him and Master Obi-Wan. Not that I have a problem with it at all, I enjoy my time with both of my Masters and their troops because we all work well together, so there isn't really a problem. It's just I've never heard of such a thing before. Basically two Masters sharing one Padawan. It's just odd, is all."

Rey has no idea what to say to that. She doesn't know how things are really done here in this time, or in the Jedi at all - she doesn't know if the structure she knows with her Master is how things are done - but she doesn't honestly see a problem with it. Anakin and Obi-Wan seem like good guys. But that's not what Ahsoka is worried about. It's the uniqueness of the situations, which unfortunately, Rey has no advice on.

"Why... is that?" Rey asks, oddly, not knowing what else to say.

"I don't know," Ahsoka says honestly, looking at Rey. "I can't ask my Masters about it, and my best friend, Barriss, wouldn't know. And she's a bit too much of a good Jedi to speculate. She would probably just tell me to ask my Masters."

"So why ask me?" Rey asks.

Ahsoka smiles at her. "Why did you tell me about your Master, Rey?"

Rey stares at her, mouth opening and closing for a moment, not knowing what to say. Why did she say that to Ahsoka? Something she hadn't said to anyone before. She wasn't used to people. Not really. But these last few days, she's had to do a lot of talking about herself and her life, that she didn't really need to talk about with Luke, that maybe it became natural to her.

She wasn't uncomfortable by it, it just wasn't something that she was used to.

Luke and her could sit for hours, meditating or just staring out over the sea or train without a word between them and it was fine. It was comfortable. He wasn't much for sharing his life and there wasn't much to say about her own. But there was always a deep-rooted understanding between them. She wasn't sure how she bonded with her Master so quickly, or if even he understood it, but that was how it was.

Those few short months were enough for their bond. And now he's gone. The pain in her heart and in the Force can still be felt to this very moment. She is painfully aware of this feeling, but that isn't what Ahsoka was asking. It's not about her bond with her Master. It was about her bond with Ahsoka that was in question. Or, perhaps, her lack of bond with Ahsoka.

Why did she tell Ahsoka, someone she hardly knows, something like that? It wasn't anything too personal or in-depth with her relationship with her Master or anything. It was just... something she never said to anyone before. Not to Finn or Poe. Even BB-8.

"I suppose..." Rey says slowly, looking back over into Ahsoka's pretty blue eyes. "I suppose it's just easier talking to someone who doesn't really understand..."

Ahsoka smiles a bit more, nodding. "Yeah. Plus, it's easy to talk to you, Rey."

"Yeah," Rey says softly, looking at the younger girl. "Yeah, you too, Ahsoka."

They sit in silence for a few moments, just looking around the plain room. It wasn't anything too impressive. A bed, small trunk for the meager supplies for a Jedi, a closet and a work bench/desk. Nothing personal. Nothing with life or sentimental meaning. The life of a Jedi. It was more than Rey had, furniture wise, but everything she had - even her makeshift home - all held some sort of meaning to her. She lost that when she left Jakku. Luke kept sentimental stuff, though.

He didn't hold a lot of things, but he did carry a satchel with items that he kept close to him. The only thing aside from his satchel with things that he wouldn't even look at, there was something that he kept on his person that always stood out to Rey.

A necklace he usually kept beneath his robes, hidden away. Long, metal chain with a strange little charm at the end. Japor Snippet, Luke had called it.

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3. Newworlds: Haha! Almost! They are going to do the second thing they do best: talk about it while getting nothing done.

4. Gun toten Girly: Lol. I was wondering where you went! And don't worry about it, it's so wonderful to hear from you now! Yeah, I keep wanting to emphasize that Rey isn't good with people. She doesn't have a lot of experience and her time with Luke is very different than normal human interaction. The Force did a lot of the work for her, when it came to Luke, and so dealing with people who aren't as keyed into her as he was makes it hard for her to be able to connect properly. I know what you're saying about Rey being trusting, and I want that to have to do with both Luke and the Legends of the Jedi. How enamored Rey was about the Jedi when talking about them with Han? To her, they are these magical, mystical beings that can't do wrong, even though a lot of what Luke told her about them was foreshadowing all their mistakes and how it is ultimately their own fault for their demise. Rey doesn't quite connect the dots yet. Rey isn't used to the Dark Side like the Jedi have grown accustom to. She will come to learn that it is going to get her into a lot of trouble in the future. Luke may be dead now, but he's not finished in this story. Thank you!

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