#post ix

In Which Finn Makes a Discovery About Rey

Set in the same AU as "Recovery" but very silly. (And about a week earlier.) My advice is to read "Recovery" first.

(Awesome moodboard by @eek-a-tron!)

Chapter intro:

Three days after their supposed reconciliation, Ben still hadn't moved back into the ship.

Even more frustrating, he was still blocking his thoughts from Rey. Today felt different, however. Like more than a simple block. In fact, she couldn't sense him at all.

He wasn't gone gone, she noted. He wasn't dead. He just wasn't there. As if he was blocking his entire being from everything. As if someone had punched a Ben-shaped hole in the Force.

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Chapter 11 is up!

Or start at the beginning here.

Please indulge me in a little note: I am misting up a bit, finally posting this chapter. Every time I tried to work on the rewrite, I wanted to slam my computer shut, run away, and join the Empire. This chapter was complete when I lost the working file, and I had just decided to move it from chapter 10 to chapter 11. It was early-written, so it had a ton of time and affection into it when it disappeared.

Thank you to everyone who left a lovely comment or sent me an encouraging message. Even seeing the hit count edge up by just 1-2 per day was so helpful, knowing people were still reading this story.

You have nothing to worry about, she sent to him over the bond. It's not like this. This is just ours, you ridiculous man.

Rey carefully walked over to where Ben knelt with the dishes, placing her hand on his head and weaving her fingers through his lengthening hair. She caressed his face, thumb running lightly over the scar she ripped into him so long ago, and smoothed the thin beard growing under his chin. You're so handsome, Ben, she thought softly, and gently lifted his face so that he would look at her.

Hello, I have published another fic for your reading enjoyment (i hope)

Title: Swimming Lessons

Chapter 1: Sand

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 Sparks. Alarms. Smoke.

 And Ben's face. She can't hear him. She can only see his wide, concerned eyes and his mouth forming words: "Hold on, sweetheart!"

 Rey barely registers the affectionate term when - an explosion.

 Then nothing.

And now she was here.

But where was Ben?

Rey didn't relish the idea of trudging under the hot sun, through rock and dunes, tiny grains of sand grinding their way into her very pores. She had hoped her desert days were behind her. To find Ben, however, there was only one path. She would have to face the sand.

Terminus aims to convince audiences to reflect upon and eliminate unsustainable practices in their individual lives, under the guise of a unique extinction-type event that can either serve to be our end, or the chance to evolve for a sustainable future.

How I will engage with my participants:

Are you aware of the problematic nature of your habits, and what sacrifices are you willing to make to better the world for future generations?

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