Oh look, I am aboard yet another ship! It shouldn't really be a surprise to anyone by now, haha.

I saw a prompt about a scene where they speak again and Rey tells Kylo that she is coming for him. The original prompt was more of a humorous and light-hearted take but it very quickly turned serious so i just rolled with that.

Anyway, I know that there are quite a few fans that aren't too stoked about The Last Jedi and possibly more that don't care for a Reylo ship, and that is completely fine, but please be respectful to those who did enjoy the movie and the current trajectory for the characters involved.

Just in case it wasn't obvious, I do not own anything.

There was a tugging within his mind, just on the edges at first, but growing and growing until it was almost overwhelming. Everything around him seemed to slow and fade, with only one thing coming into focus.

Kylo did not need to see her to know that they had linked again. Questions that did not seem to leave his mind fought for his attention.

What was triggering the moments when they linked?

It had been an hour since he had spoken to her, an hour since they had touched. An hour of agonising anxiety, not knowing whether she was alive.

They had touched hands. They were billions of miles apart, but they had touched and it had felt so real. She had felt it too, he saw it all too clearly in her eyes. The shock. The fear. The relief. After so many months of being alone, so many years of being alone, finally he felt as though he belonged. He felt as though he was where he was meant to be.

Kylo had foreseen her future, a future where she had joined them and stood freely by his side. They were content, the fear and anxiety of loneliness just a distant memory for them both. It was almost as though that future had already arrived as their shaky hands had met.

He had felt as though he were finally home.

And then the moment was ripped away from him. Her eyes had widened in fear and she jumped backwards, turning away from him and towards a new danger.

The last thing that he heard was Luke's voice calling out, angry, furious, his rage directed towards her.

And then there was nothing.

He couldn't see her. He couldn't feel her, and it wasn't for a lack of trying. He was desperately reaching out for her, desperately trying to find her, to make sure that she was still alive.

His fear had turned into rage with each passing moment. His mind filled with images of Luke standing over him, prepared to kill him, and his mind would not relent in imagining Luke's attempts on her life.

He had envisioned Luke striking a blow through her stomach, her lifeless body falling to the rocky ground below her as her dark amber eyes stared emptily at the sky above her. With clenched fists and boiling blood, Kylo had pulled his lightsaber from his belt and destroyed everything and anything in his path.

He was thankful that she could not see his surroundings; he did not want her to see his weakness, nor her involvement in that.

"Ben," she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation and determination. Kylo turned to face her, seeing the dried tears on her muddied cheeks. The relief at her apparent safety was quickly dulled, as the rage consumed him once more.

Had Luke hurt her?

Almost on impulse, without considering his actions or their consequences, he strode across the room towards where she stood, his eyes imploring her own.

There was so much emotion within her, so much emotion that filled and brimmed over her eyes that he felt as though it would consume him. She took a deep breath, and seemed to steel herself for the words she was about to say.

"I'm sorry, Ben… Luke, he… I know what happened that night… I know…" Rey trailed off, her eyes imploring the ground as though it would bring back the innocence and naivety of a reality that only just collapsed beneath her footing.

Kylo stood before her, never more uncertain of himself. Seeing her as she currently was felt as though he were looking into a mirror. Their lives seemed to have run at parallels for so long, two completely different paths but still so achingly familiar, hurtling towards a future that he was becoming more and more sure of.

With that future within his mind, he closed the distance between them both, slowly lifting his hand to her face, terrified that she might recoil from his actions.

In his disbelief, she didn't flinch. If he were to be hopeful, he might have thought he saw her tilt her head infinitesimally towards the open palm that was just millimetres from her cheek.

Without an objection to his movements, he gently took her cheek within his hand, wanting to brush away her fresh tears but frozen in fear now, his confidence starting to sway.

What was he doing? This was not the path that was chosen for him. This was not what Supreme Leader Snoke had envisioned for his future, and it was not what he had been training for all these years.

But as she looked from his hand and back up to his face, the future became solid.

Her breath hitched as they stared into the depths of each other's eyes, the longing and determination taking root within their chests, far too visible for either one to hide.

She moved her own hand to his cheek, her confidence visible within the speed of her actions, sure of what she was doing.

"Ben… I'm coming to you. Tell me your coordinates. I'm… I need to speak to you, in person." If not for the shallow, breathy murmurs of her voice, Kylo would have assumed that her confidence prevailed, but it seemed that just below the surface, she was just as scared as he was.

"It… No, you cannot." Kylo dropped his hand from her cheek and turned away from her touch, but she was unrelenting, like an icy wind on a winters night. She grabbed his hand and stopped him from turning away, pulling him back to face her. The spark of determination that had been simmering beneath the surface blazed into a wildfire, and the confidence was felt not just within her words, but within her tones.

"I am coming to you. Either you tell me your coordinates, or I will find you. Ben… We are not alone."

How could he resist the reassurance of her words, the fire in her eyes or the feeling within his chest that told him that he was finally not alone?

He couldn't. His self-control had never been his forte, and his chance at leaving loneliness behind like a reoccurring childhood nightmare was something of bliss.

Nodding, he divulged the coordinates that she desired, and despite her relaying the information to who Kylo assumed was Chewbacca, she did not let go of his hand. Her warm fingers curled around his cool ones, and it surged a strength through them both.

She looked back to Kylo, her eyes imploring his, before turning as her attention drew away from him. Nodding her head, she looked back again to Kylo urgently, squeezing his hand.

"I am coming for you, Ben." She stopped for a moment, glancing downwards slightly and in a final act of courage she stood on her tip toes and brushed her lips against his. It was just a whisper before she disappeared, leaving him with his newfound hopes and his deepest fears and everything that seemed to be entwining their existences.

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