Find Me Here (Amids the Chaos)

They didn't move for a while, just looking at one another. For the first time in his life, Ben wished he had the force to aid him once again, to tell him what was going on her mind.

Rose had said she'd give them space to figure their soulmate stuff, so that meant she knew about it, about how they were more than just two people. And Rey knew too.

"I don't know what to say," he decided to break the silence.

As if an order was lifted, Rey panted.

"I don't know too," she laughed, nervous. "It's just…"

Ben waited, and she covered her face with a hand, covering her mouth and then gesturing with it at him.

"You're here," she said in a way that told him she didn't quite believe it. "I thought I'd never see you, and you're here. You're here, and you're two steps away from me and I thought I would know what to say when I saw you, but…"

She stopped and moved a hand through her hair, going silent again, and Ben took the opportunity.

"It's like words aren't enough," he decided.

Rey nodded, and he swallowed down, taking in a long breath and stepping once, then twice, and they were standing face to face, inches from one another. He wanted to touch her, but he didn't know if he even could. So, instead of just doing so, he did what they'd done ages ago. He raised a hand.

Her eyes darted from his face to it, and her shoulders trembled with the breath she took in, but her hand slowly moved, finally resting on his. It was like he was sucked into a tunnel, surrounded by images flashing in his eyes, skin embracing his skin and sweet and sinful tastes filling his tongue, all at once. Their lives, all of them. Every touch, every loss and every win. The children they had when they had them, the times he had to watch her die and live without her, the times he couldn't, and the time he left her to live a life without him. The times they were important, that they made history - in Verona, children from rival families, and as King Henry VII and Queen Elizabeth of York - and times they were just a simple pair of lovers, with different lives, bodies and names, and some similar to how they were now. But he always found her, and he always loved her, be it for days or years. He was always hers, and she was always his.

Rey's lips touched his with hesitance, but became certain when he held her tightly in his hands. Everything in the world made sense for him, finally, and it was like he was complete again after a lifetime with half of his essence and soul away.

He tasted salt, but he didn't know whose tears they were, his or hers, and when they pulled apart from their kiss, it was just for her to hold him close in a hug that should last a century or more.

"I wrote you a song," he affirmed, looking at her. "Our song. I heard it every night, every time I closed my eyes and I wrote it."

She just nodded a little bit, and Ben fished for his phone in his pocket with a shaky hand, and unlocked it under her eyes.

Fuck , when did it get so hard to unlock his phone and open the stupid folder?

When the song started playing, he couldn't stop looking at her. Her eyes, her face, her expression. Rey's lips were slightly parter while they it played, and her shoulders started shaking not even a minute in, when she started sobbing, and he was quick to hold her close.

"Ben," she sniffed.

Ben closed his eyes, crying into her fresh smelling hair.

"I know, sweetheart," he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I know."

. . .

Ben held Rey's hand tightly in his hand watching the screen while the first kiss between Kylo and Kira and his song - their song - echoed through the rooms.

Three films, six years of production, watching it unfold before his eyes for the first time. To everyone's surprise, Ben had been there in the sets and reunions every day by Rey's side, helping her through the process and through the building of the characters.

Some scenes were hard to watch: his father's death, his rough path being played in front of his eyes through Rey's perspective, his mother's passing, and many more. He couldn't be present for the moment Kira - Rey - would die because of the memories it brought him, and the last shot of her completely alone would be like a knife to his heart hadn't he had her holding his hand.

So now, they were here, with several Hollywood producers, actors, directors and everything else, after the Academy had seen and recognised his work for the very first time, and they were indicated for Best Original Score, along with Visual Effects and Song Editing.

Just in another award show, right with the first film, Rey and Rose had won the award for Best Debuting Directors, and the investment on everything returned to Rey in an incredible level.

His mother had been invited to present the award, something that would be a bit of a sore for her if Ben didn't win. He didn't really care, he didn't do this for the money or the fame. Those songs were made for Rey and their story. His parents were the reasons he got into the industry, making score for films and TV shows, and his first big break was in one of the films his mother had started in when he was in his mid-twenties. They'd been working as actors since before Ben was born and even before they met, and he had fallen in love with it watching the film where they met and got together.

"And the Oscar Goes to…" she said into the microphone, and released a gasp onto the microphone. "Ben Solo!"

Ben froze in his place for a moment right when the camera panned to him, and Rey was quick to shake his hand, standing up to cheer and pulling him along the way before releasing him.

"Go," she grinned. "Ben, go!"

He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her lips, grabbing her wrist right after and pulling her along the way to the stage.

"Ben!" Rey exclaimed.

"You're responsible for this, all of this," he reminded her.

She followed him up the stairs, and Ben only released her wrist when his mother wrapped her arms around him, to the public's excitement. Their cheers grew when someone walked through the stage with the actual Oscar figurine, and he turned around just to see that it was Han - who'd probably been plucked from the audience before he came back from his bathroom break.

"Congratulations, boy," he gave his back a tap.

He smiled, feeling his face going a bit hot and walking to the mic. He didn't have a speech, he didn't expect to win.

"Uh… I wanna thank the academy for this award and bringing my parents to give it to me," he scratched the back of his neck. "My parents too, thank you," he turned to them.

Leia just rested her head on Han's chest, grinning largely.

"And I'd like to specially thank someone who is the sole reason all of that exists. Rey Palpatine Organa Skywalker Solo, thank you for insisting on grabbing a hold on me and getting me to be involved in this trilogy," he declared into the microphone, though looking at her. "Thank you."

Everyone cheered more, and Ben walked out of the stage with her hands clasped in his, thanking everyone who congratulated them on the way and laughing along with Rey's mixture of giggles and tears while they found their seats again.

"I can't believe you told everyone like that!" she exclaimed as soon as they were ushered out for his second - and actual speech.

They had gotten married in secret just when the first film wrapped production, and decided to keep it secret until after this year's award season, after realising they had indeed become famous enough that their names would be recognised by people who weren't just in the filmmaking or music areas - Ben was the son of Hollywood's favourite couple, after all, and Rey was a billionaire. They could be as private as they wanted, but they were figures that caught people's attention.

"Is it a problem?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"It's okay," Rey assured him. "It's kind of a good timing, we have to concentrate on our newest project anyway."

He frowned, raising his eyebrows in questioning, and she moved his hand discreetly, laying them on her lower abdomen.

"I mean… It's already midway through production," she grinned. "We gotta concentrate on it."

Ben couldn't help the smile that broke through his face and kissed her lips once again.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"We did it together," she reminded him. "Both of us. The whole way."

"All this time," he nodded.

"I found you," she reminded him, covering his hand and kissing his palm. "Nothing is going to keep us apart now."

"Never again."