Up On Ahch-To Hill (A D&D AU Fanfic)

Hair That Holds On Ahch-To

Remii jolted awake, her hair flying around her in a frizzled frenzy. Grogu awoke with her, his big wide groggy eyes struggling through the harsh morning sun. And when Remii's reality (her Star Wars one at least) settled in, she couldn't decide if she felt relieved or frustrated. All of that, the kiss, Ben being here...it was all a dream. But it felt so real! Remii settled on a mixture of both reactions, digging her nails into her palms as she pushed from the bed. Whether it was a sixth sense or perhaps her growing abilities, she sensed a presence hurrying to her hut. 

"Remii," Luke called, disinterested in even knocking. "Get up, it's time for training."

Everything was so backwards, it was all beginning to form a ruthless headache. Events were in their wrong order, new days were squeezed in-between the rest, and what felt as real as living and breathing turned out to be an elaborate dream. At the very least, Remii was relieved that just one Ben interaction had been a dream. And...maybe it was better that way.

Grogu was safe. Her friends were safe (as far as she knew). Ben was safe (though that could be easily argued) - he was at least not terrorizing anyone and not being terrorized himself (again, as far as she knew). And neither was Remii. As much as she wanted him legitimately here, she knew that doing so would put everyone at jeopardy, including Ben. Still, it was painfully frustrating. She just wanted him already. 

Remii's morning training went by in a total blur. It had become as natural as her real world morning routine, as effortless as sketching or injecting insulin. Oh how she did not miss that one bit, though she did find herself searching for her supplies every once in a while. As Remii trained, balancing and twirling and throwing and lunging, her mind still wouldn't settle. For some reason, she wanted to be angry and she couldn't quite understand why. Maybe she actually did want him here or maybe it had nothing to do with Ben at all. Maybe it was just cabin fever. Whatever it was it haunted Remii all morning. She carried it with her as her session ended and she stomped back up to her hut. Luke was as suspicious as Remii was irritated. 

Remii stormed into the hut, shoving the door behind her as she moved about the room back and fourth. What was this that she was feeling? She didn't want to be cold and testy and yet it was all she could focus on. 

Her patience was running thin. Perhaps it was all of these unknowns that were irritating her. Not knowing when the time was right, not knowing what was happening back on the base, not knowing when to go to him. It was Luke's crumble that had been the final push Rey needed but Luke didn't seem to suspect anything yet. Remii needed to help Ben but she wasn't sure when. 

It's gotta be tonight. This is taking too long. Palp's going to hurt him or...

Remii continued to pace, blinded by the storm cloud fogging her brain. She tossed her hair (which too was now irritating her) into a careless bun as she shuffled. Back and fourth, back and fourth, back and fourth, back and fourth. 

But on her tenth or so turn towards the door, something stopped her dead in her tracks. Something soft and stiff, warm and cold. Something she'd been too distracted to sense. Of course it was him.

Kylo's hands fell on Remii's arms, stopping her in her robotic loop. She blinked, finally awakened from her trance, only now noticing he now stood before her. When she tilted her chin to gaze up at him, his face was just a touch out of reach.

"You're here," she breathed, her heart jolting and something strange lingering in her gaze. Ben saw it just as she'd felt it.

"What's wrong?" The tension in his brow was nearly impossible to notice, but it was still there. 

As real as Ben felt with Remii's hands wrapped around his tunic, feeling the weight of his muscles and joints, she somehow knew. 

"You're not...here here."