A Galaxy Of Green - A Reylo Fan Fiction (ON HOLD)

That Damn Ship

Author's Note: I ended up posting an additional two chapters today in addition to the first. If you haven't read the previous chapter 'Wild Ones', please go back to read it now. Enjoy!

*artwork used does not belong to me*

The apartment on Coruscant was nice. It had just as many fine furnishings as the First Order suites, though here there was a more homely feel.

Leia insisted they all move in. After all, she had two spare rooms to fill she said. The apartment had been her primary residence during her days as part of the Senate, right after Ben was sent to train with Luke.

Rey, feeling overwhelmed by the generous offer, tried to decline - but Leia convinced her it was no trouble at all.

"You're practically family." Leia had said, shooting Ben a look that caused him to go pink in the cheeks.

In addition to the three bedrooms, there was a kitchen, a meditation room, Leia's private office, and a large sitting room that overlooked the skyline of Coruscant. They even had their own private landing pad where the Falcon was parked. Chewy lived in there.

Leia would come and go, attending to business with the Resistance. Ben was used to all this by now. He explained to Rey this was exactly what his childhood was like.

"Except for my father. He would pop in sometimes. There's really no difference." He had said.

The weeks following the move went by and soon everyone fell into their own routine. Leia, working with the Resistance. Luke, with meditation. Ben, with training. And Rey.... Well, she went back to what she knew best. Ships.

Rey took to repairing the Falcon. Though she wasn't scavenging in the desert, the parts for the old ship were hard to come by. Chewy had a few spare parts in a crate on board, but those only went so far.

R2-D2 had ran a scan on the Falcons system, flagging all the sensors that were in need of repair. Today, Chewy had gone off into the city to find more calcinators and bonding tape. While he was gone, Rey repaired frayed wires, wrapping them together tightly with silver tape and tucking them back inside the underside panels of the Falcon. She smiled to herself, proud of her repair. She was getting used to the finicky ship. Perhaps after Chewy returned they could go for a flight, just the two of them.

Ben wasn't overly fond of the ship, though Rey understood why. It reminded him too much of Han. Granted he would help her on occasion, but lately he had been in his own little world.  He'd spend hours training with his saber, begrudgingly giving up the meditation room to Luke and Rey when they wanted to use it for its intended purpose. He wouldn't even stick around to meditate with them.

Rey attributed Ben's standoffishness to being back home with his mother and Uncle. When Leia was around she still had the tendency to treat him like a child, not the 30 year old man he was. And around Luke, Ben was still struggling to forgive the man for incident at the training academy. Their relationship was at least civil, though a bit forced at times.

Even now when they were alone, Ben was a completely different person. He didn't care to hear about her day or about what parts of the Falcon she had managed to repair. Hearing about the Falcon just made him agitated. Rey learned to keep her feelings to herself. She began to feel out of place. This wasn't her world. This wasn't life on Jakku. This wasn't life among the First Order. She didn't know where her place in this new world was, and she was beginning to wonder if she would ever find out.

Leia had left earlier this week on a work trip to Cloud City for the Resistance. She had been gone for three days. Three days of Ben practically ignoring Rey except for when they went to bed. He'd pull her close and she'd hold back tears, wishing she could tell him her fears. But instead she just swallowed them down, for another day