To Place Upon His Brow

Part 4: Finding Ben

Ben had moved Rey from the table to the floor, and was working on her pants, when suddenly the Falcon dropped out of light speed. Rey pushed Kylo as hard as she could and ran to the controls, just in time to keep from crashing into a star ship. She commenced landing sequences, and dropped into the Coruscant atmosphere.

Luke had given her the location of the apartment, and she flew steadily, until she saw the city. She gasped in shock and awe, forgetting the controls. Kylo lumbered up behind her, and took the controls into his hands. He didn't expect her to fly in such heavy traffic. He knew she had never seen such a place as Coruscant, covered in skyscrapers above the cloud line.
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Kylo maneuvered the Falcon through the traffic, slowing as he reached his old home. He dropped the Falcon vertically into the personal hangar, and stopped the ship. He turned and look at Rey, her mouth still open in awe.

"This place is huge. I've never seen so many buildings, or people!" she exclaimed, jumping from her seat to open the Falcon doors.

Ben coughed. "I'll need my Saber, Rey."

She turned around, a hint of fear rolling off her.

"Don't worry, I just want it.. it makes feel vulnerable without it," he admitted.
Rey nodded her head and walked into the bunkroom. She came out with his saber, and held it out to him.

"Here," she said, looking up at him, her hair a disheveled mess.
He took it and clipped it onto his belt. They walked out of the Falcon together, and Kylo entered the pin to open the door to his old home, hoping Leia hadn't changed it. With a whoosh, the door opened, and relief flooded into his heart. His dear old mom was still waiting for him to come home, he realized. Rey walked in, and the lights turned on automatically.

She walked to the center of the large room, awe struck at its enormity. She spun slowly in a circle taking it all in. Kylo watched her, watched her face, as she took in every detail of the living space of his old home.

She's filled with so much light. I feel it. It calls to me, draws me in, and I am weak to fight it, he thinks to himself, as Rey's light destroys some of the darkness in Kylo.

"Come, let me show you around," he says, grabbing her waist. He leads her to the kitchen, which had a round table for 4 that expanded immensely to fit all the guests they could imagine for dinner when he was a child. The kitchen had a bar with 4 stools, and a large kryo-fridge. All the appliances were silver, with dark blue countertops that sparkled in the lighting.

Rey ran her hand over the stone counters, and she looked up at him.
He pulled her through the second kitchen door, the one that opened into the hallway, and showed her the rooms. He passed the guest room, and opened the room after it.

"This is.. was.. my," he started, and Rey pushed past him. There was a large bed with a dark green comforter on it. A large vanity mirror was on the wall, and on it were pictures of young Han Solo and Leia Organa, holding an infant, Ben. Then there was a picture of Ben, at maybe 3 years old, riding on Chewy's shoulders holding a toy x-wing.

When Rey looked back at him, he felt the adoration and sympathy coming off of her. She walked back to him and shut the door behind her, nodding that she need not see more. Kylo then opened the door across the hall. A room he hadn't been in for over a decade. There were small changes.

He still had the large bed, and all his dressers were the same. All his clothes were taken out of the closet and put in boxes. All his toys were in chest at the the foot of his bed. In frames around the room, were pictures from his childhood. Rey roamed around, looking at all the pictures, and then she sat on his bed, adorned with tan sheets and a dark brown blanket.