"Look at the moon" you pointed to the yellow moon in the dark Chandrila sky. It was very rare that the moon was as bright and yellow toned as it was tonight.

"Hm? Oh, yeah it looks nice" Ben returned, thumbing around your hair. He seemed so lost lately. You knew he was devastated that he had to leave the base to train with Luke Skywalker and a dozen other young jedi, but he has become so distant.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, sighing. "What's troubling you" you asked, taking in the scent of his beautiful short black hair.

He hesitated, adjusting himself in obvious discomfort but ultimately wrapping his arm around you. It was cold in the woods surrounding Hanna City, so your body heat was the only thing keeping you warm.

"Is it about training?" You persisted

" No, it's not. " he said, growing slightly aggravated. "Its something else"

"You know you can tell me anything" you cooed, watching your neck so you could peck on his cheek.

"I know. I just don't know how to explain this" he looked down at you, his eyes carrying blue bags underneath them. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Explain what?"

"I've been in contact with Snoke" he finally let out, your breath running cold for a moment.

What would Snoke possibly want with a sixteen-year-old boy?

"Snoke?" You repeated in shock "why?"

"Y/N, what if I told you I could be the most powerful Jedi you've ever seen." Ben began as you pulled yourself away from him, looking at him with pure horror as he explained his lust for the Dark Side.

" No. I don't want to hear it. You're going to train with your uncle and become a master like him" you demanded.

"Snoke can teach me to become the greatest Jedi ever to exist. I could become more powerful than my grandfather" he leaned forward, his brown eyes bright with excitement.

You shook your head. You didn't know this Ben, he was being seduced by the Dark Side.

"Besides, if I stay here and become a Jedi, we could never be together" he shook his head "we would be living a lie"

"I would rather live a lie then under Snoke. You should too, Ben. YouYou'rere scaring me"

He looked at you and shook his head again, letting out a soft sigh. "I know. I'm sorry" he said, letting his head hang.

"Let's forget this" you said, crawling back to him and cuddling closer to him "let's pretend the Force didn't exist. There was no Jedi Code. What would we do?" You asked, letting his arm wrap around you again.

"I would tell you how much I love you. We would probably run away and live on Naboo or something" he chuckled softly.

This gave you an idea. If Ben knew how much you loved him, he would forget all about the Dark Side. You looked up at him, biting your bottom lip softly.

"Why don't you just show me how much you love me?"

his cheeks grew pink as his lips parted slightly, almost shocked that you had said something like that. He probably hadn't even thought about making love to you until now.

"I don't know how I would do that--"his voice trailed off as he began to stutter.

"yes you do. " You tested. "Unless you don't want me"

"I do!" He said quickly " I want you so bad but-- were so young. You're a year younger than me. What if something goes wrong? "

"If something goes wrong than we run away to Naboo" you joked, giving him a smile and ultimately lighting the mood "so show me that you love me"

He licked his lips, hungrily staring down at you as if you were his prey. You could sense the excitement florishing through the air, growing lowly more intense by the second.

Ben made the first move, pouncing on you and kissing you roughly, softly holding your back and pushing you down until you were comfortably laid on the green grass.

You felt yourself becoming nervous at judt the slightest touch of him. He pursued harder, his sneaky hands finiding their way onto the hem of your shirt.

He stopped, leaving you even more terrified. "Y/N, are you sure you are okay with this? I don't want to hurt you"

You smiled at him, touching his cheeks. "You're not going to hurt me, Ben. I love you"

He returned your smile and continued, pulling your shirt over your shoulders and leaving you half naked in front of him. He didn't stop kissing you, not even to pause and take in your nakedness.

"Its your turn" you said, putting an end to the long passionate kiss and tracing your palms down his chest. He smiled, obviously excited for your plans as he sat up on his knees, excitedly pulling off his white collared shirt that he got from his father.

Despite being sixteen, Ben's chest was taunt and defined. Instead of being chubby and squishy like you had imagined, his torso was stiff and strong.

Immediately, he dove right back to you, covering your neck in sweet kisses as if he knew what he was doing.

You groaned, loving the foreign feeling. He nibbled on your neck softly before his hands thumbed around the waistline of your simple black pants. He did so slowly, just so that you had enough time to adjust to him and stop hin if you needed to.

"Have you done this before?" You asked him.

"No. I was waiting for you" he returned, pecking at your neck before beginning to slip your pants off

He pulled them off, letting his fingernails slide down your creamy thighs and leaving just the pleasureable amount of a lingering sting. He pulled them completely off your ankles before tossing them to the side.

Ben's hands left your body momentarily so that he could fondle his own waistline, pulling his black slacks down in one motion and letting himself spring free, obviously erect.

You couldn't get a good look at his whole body. It was almost pitch black out and he moved too quickly. You could; however, feel it against your leg as he leaned against you.

"Wait-" you stopped him, pulling yourself up to sit straight. "Sit against that tree. I want to be on top of you" you said. He nodded quickly, scrambling back onto the purple bark of the tree and grabbing your hips while you crawled onto him.

You locked your hands around his neck, letting your knees press against the ground on either side of him. He held on tight to your hips and your waist as you grinded on him.

"If you don't want to do this, we don't have to" Ben called, sensing your nervousness

"I want to, Ben" you returned, taking a deep breath before cautioualy lowering yourself onto him.

He moaned out immediately, just seconds after you had let him enter you. Your fingernails clutched onto his back as you stuffed your face into his neck lovingly, but cringing at the discomfort.

"Fuck!" You cried out, squeezing harder as you felt your hymen break. You both knew you were bleeding, but neither of you seemed to care.

"Don't move, Darling. Let me do the work for you" he kissed your cheek

And you rode him through his orgasm, making a blood vow to him as he made love to you in return.

////

Ten Years Later. . .

"Please, just let me and my son go!" You called out to the mysterious figure.

The scene was any mother's worst nightmare. Your bravehearted boy, standing tall before the most feared man in the galaxy with nothing but his courage and a simple blade he had crafted. He was nine, however his mentality reached that of an adult.

his pale face was glowing red with the light reflecting off of the killer's cherry red lightsaber. You saw the beads of sweat building up on his forehead, proving that no matter how hard he pretended to be brave for his mother, he was still just a young boy

a young boy face to face with the man who was to kill him.

The cloaked man's head snapped up to you from your boy, his eyes cutting right through you even with his haunting mask. You saw his shoulders heave, as they had been doing for the past few minutes.

Something was off about the situation. Snoke's apprentice had raided your city on Tatooine, killing almost anybody in his path. When he came upon you and your son; however, his heart seemed to stop and his evilness seemed to fade away.

but he still held a weapon to your son.

"Please!" You cried, trying to pry yourself from the invisible grip on your waist, bounding you to the bark of the tree. "I just want my child!"

the monster kept his mouth shut, but his saber deactivated as the lethal weapon slithered its way back into the black hilt . You felt your body loosen, and when you melted to your knees you felt your son's arms around you.

You stuffed your head into his black hair, taking in the scent of the Sandy climate and oxidation. You gripped him so hard that even you thought he may suffocate.

"Oh Ben. . ." You whimpered out into your son's tan shirt as he held you back "Ben. . ." You repeated, calling your son by his name.

your son was named after his father.

"His name is Ben?" the static voice made you look up and narrow your eyes at the heaving man, as if he were short of breath.

"Get away from my son" you hissed, letting Ben go and standing up, gripping onto his fingers. "I don't know why you're here and I have no intentions of finding out" you snarled, turning to lead your son back to your hurt

"your son. He is powerful. Did you know that?" The man persisted, his seemingly constantly balled fists loosening up. You took a sharp, deep breath, an turned to face the monster again.

"I know everything about him."

"Who is his father? " he pushed, pulling down his black hood but leaving the mask.

you narrowed your eyes. Ben Solo had nothing to do with this.

"You want me to tell you do that you can murder him like you were going to murder my son. To hell with you" you spat

"I just want his name" his time was eerily calm. "I want his name, and then I will leave"

With a quivering lip, you answered the man. If it meant him leaving your family alone, you didn't care what information you had to give.

"His father was Ben Solo. He died three years ago"

Things seemed to go silent. The sound of the wind collecting sand went dull. The only thing you could hear was you and the man's matching heaving breaths. You held Ben's hand tighter, waiting for this to be over.

when Ben went off to train with his uncle, it was the last time you ever saw him. Luke had prohibited any contact between you and Ben for as long as he trained, claiming that your relationship was against the Jedi code. Ben never knew he had a son, and you were stuck believing that Ben died with the rest of the padawans.

"No. Ben Solo lives on" he called out, his voice shaking. You furrowed your eyebrows

"What?"

without a reply, the commander of the First Order simply raised his hands, letting them slide to the bottom of his mask until he could pull it off.

you knew that face. You knew that hair.

could it be?

No. That's impossible.

"Ben?" Your voice broke, your eyes beginning to fill with tears to match his.

"Darling" He returned. You let go of your son's hand and rushed over to your old lover, wrapping your arms around his much larger frame. You smelled his hair, and it had the same distinct smell that your son had.

"I thought you were dead!" You cried, pawing at his skin so that you could feel every inch of him, just to make sure he was real. You had dreamt of Ben's return before, and this would be heart-wrenching if it were a dream.

"Snoke told me you had died. . .That's when I turned -- I--"He shut his mouth and held you tighter, soaking your shouler with tears of joy.

"Mother?" You heard Ben's voice from behind you.

You looked to Ben first, smiling to him and basically showing him that he was looking at his son.

"Is he--"

"Yes" you finished, painfully separating yourself from Ben so you could kneel down to your son, feeling down the sides of his shirt.

"Ben, there's somebody I want you to meet" you informed him with a soft smile.

"I don't want to meet that man. He tried to hurt us" he said. You couldn't imagine the pain the other Ben felt at this moment. The first time he met his son, was the time he was supposed to kill him.

"No, Ben. He wouldn't hurt you I promise. He was confused. He didn't know who you were"

"What does he want with us?"

" Nothing. He means no harm, I promise you. " You assured him. "You have a gift that many people seek to destroy. This man was --" you tried to think of the right words, shaking your head " he thought you were somebody else"

Ben nodded softly, trusting you.

"Do you remember the stories I told you about your father?"

"Yeah! You told me he was the greatest pilot in the whole galaxy! You told me he was a Jedi, and that's where I get my powers from! " he squealed, looking down at your chuckling face with pure wonder.

you looked up to the other Ben, who instead of meeting your gaze, kept his eyes on his son, entranced by his innocence and goodness. Something Ben Solo was like when he was your son's age.

"Now, I know that I told you your father had died. I want you to know that I would never lie to you, alright? "

"I know"

"I was confused as well." You admitted "and I will explain why when you are older. For now, I think you should meet your father"

"He is--" Your son stopped, his mouth dangling open as he frantically looked to you and Ben.

you turned and saw the other Ben, knelt down on one knee, graciously greeting his son as if he were a prince.

your son cautiously trudged towards his father until he was before him. You watched intently, to be sure your child wouldn't do something stupid.

He didn't. He held out his hand like a gentleman, just like you had taught him to.

"I know who you are. I've seen you in my dreams" your son called out as Ben slowly rocked his hand up and down, nodding his head with a look of wonder on his face.

"This was the man?" You asked. Your son had been tortured with terrible dreams his whole life. Ones he would describe as 'a man who looks like me. He is dressed in black but he does not speak'

"Yes, I believe I've seen him too" Ben returned, a smile forming along his cheeks.

"Why didn't you ever come to find me? Why were you gone during my childhood? " your son asked bluntly, causing a face of pure humiliation and shame crashing over Ben's face.

"Your mother and I . . .knew each other long ago. When she had you, I didn't even know you existed. I thought she had died" he explained calmly. "If I would have known you existed, I would have come back sooner"

"Ben" you called out, both of your boys looking to you. Your eyes stayed glued on the new arrival "What now?"

You knew of Kylo Ren. You knew his every intent and perverse motive. You couldn't let that around your son.

"I need to take care of some things first, Y/N. After I do what I need to do to come back to my family--" he paused, looking back to his son "I pray that you let me in"

And of course, you did.