I didn't know when I'd started, but I was running, sprinting far away from where I'd just electrocuted those stormtroopers, until eventually I stopped, keeling over to catch my breath. I stared down at my hands in horror. I'd dropped my light saber at the scene of the crime, but I was too afraid to hold my hand out to summon it, in case I shocked someone again.

The only force user to ever do something like I'd just done was the Emperor, Darth Sidious, a sith. Was I becoming a sith, considering the fact I'd just shot a group of people with lightning?

I looked up briefly to see Finn looking at me, as shocked as myself. He must have followed me, seen me kill those stormtroopers, and chased after me. My mouth hanging open, he saw the fear in my eyes and began running closer, over to me.

"No, no!" I shouted at him, stepping back. "I don't want to hurt you, Finn, you better stay back,"

"Have you ever done that before?" he questioned, daring to step forward slightly.

"No, it's not typically a Jedi skill," I swallowed, taking a deep breath. I knew why if done it though; like Jax said, I'd overdosed on the force, and then I'd gotten too angry.

"How'd you know?"

"My uncle... The emperor was a sith lord, and he tried to kill my uncle Luke with that skill," I explained, then panicked when I painted myself as a sith. "I'm not a sith, I swear it. Trust me, I've never done it before, or anything considered a dark ability,"

Finn made to say something else, but I watched as his eyes drifted to behind me. Feeling the force pull me to turn around, feeling a pull I hadn't felt since the fall of the academy, I turned, to see a tall, dark figure, wearing a heavy mask, carrying a limp body. I felt a flutter in my heart as I realised why the force was pulling me over there.

Ben.

Finn, however, took more note of the body in his arms, which I noticed seconds after Ben; Rey.

Finn and I both began running at the same time, but I was faster, and soon left him behind as he screamed Rey's name. Holding my hand out, I felt my lightsaber fly into my grip, all whilst I sprinted, my legs and lungs aching, practically forgetting the crippling fear I felt only moments previously.

"Ben!" I screamed, desperate for him to turn around and see me. He may have killed everyone at the academy, but he was still my brother, and I had missed him dearly. I thought that if I could just get him to look at me, he'd come to me.

I wasn't that lucky. Instead, he continued walking, and carried Rey off into his ship which soon took off, leaving me staring back up at it with disappointment. Running my hands through my hair, I watched it fly off with my brother and friend inside. I'd lost them both at the same time.

I don't know why, but I kept running in the direction the ship had flown in. Desperation had overtaken me. Just seeing him after so long re-awoke my big sister instinct, my need to look after him, protect him and be with him. My eyes followed the ship desperately, as I watched it fly away without a care. I didn't realise I was screaming his name, until I felt my father's grip on my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks abruptly. Struggling against his grip, I pulled against him, trying to stop him from stopping me running, even though there was no point in running.

"Please..." I muttered desperately.

"He's gone," Dad said, almost sternly, not looking at me. "You won't gain anything from trying to follow him,"

"He's my brother, and your son!" I snapped out at him, my face turning into a glare. I tried to contain my emotions, as I was starting to remind myself from before, after I lost Ben the first time. I didn't want to repeat what just happened.

"Exactly, and I don't want to lose you too!" He said before he could stop himself, and I saw he regretted it immediately.

"The Resistance... Mum..." I began, taking a step back from him. "No chance to run now, Solo, looks like you're gonna have to see Mum again," Part of him looked terrified, the other looked relieved. However, another part of him looked concerned, as he squeezed my arm, looking me up and down. I pulled my hands away from him nervously, tucking them into my belt.

"Look at me, are you alright?" Say what you want about Han Solo, but he was a good judge of character and was always good at reading people, especially me.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I say, my breath catching in my throat slightly, the way it used to when I'd have a panic attack.

"Are you nervous, about seeing your mother?" He questioned me, trying to see my face as I lowered it, like I was trying to hide myself. "Because that's fine if you are, I am too,"

"No, it's not..." It would have been easier to lie than to tell him everything that is just seen, just done, as well as the real truth. In reality, I was scared of seeing the resistance, because it would make Poe's death real to me. "I'm fine, trust me, just seeing Ben taking Rey and using the force again, it's exhausted me,"

"Calm down, everything's going to be fine," he reassured me.

"Woah, that's amazing advice there for a person diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety, you've blown me away with that suggestion, Han Solo, wow," I laughed nervously, rolling my eyes.

"Don't be so snarky, Luci," he told me, his eyes watching the command ship land. "That's your mothers, let's go meet her," He almost sounded excited.

"You gonna tell her you love her and that you're sorry?" I asked him, frowning whilst replaying memories from my childhood where my parents were constantly telling each other of their love. "And then she'll say 'I know' and you'll both make up and we can be a family again,"

"That's a fairytale, kid," he sighed, though it was a sad sigh, and I knew he wanted it to happen as much as I did. He took hold of my hand, pulling me closer to him, as we watched the command ship land, the doors lower and the generals exit. I didn't have time to pull my hand away in nerves and fear, so instead I just took a few deep breaths. If I stayed calm, surely this whole lightning thing wouldn't happen again, right?

I saw my father searching through the crowd to see my mother, and any doubt I had about my father not loving my mother left me. He looked desperate to see her, and it was almost cute to watch. It was just like being a kid again, when my mum and I would come back from Courusant and he'd be waiting for us outside the house. I grinned up at him, forgetting all my nerves, because my father genuinely looked like he wanted to see my mother, and my whole life for the past five years had been centred around getting the two of them to see each other again, and now it was really happening, I felt finally content with myself, like I'd made this happen.

After the crowd had cleared, all the other generals going off in different directions to set up base and congratulate the pilots, my mother walked into view.

She looked exactly how I remember. her greying brown hair tied off into a unique hairstyle, just like it always was. As a kid, I always wanted her hairstyles tried on me, to make me look as beautiful as she was, but now I'd rather not bother, preferring simple plaits, ponytails and my hair down. Her face had stayed the same too, except it looked more experienced, and she looked tired too, though that wasn't a surprise; ever since the First Order came to power when I was fourteen she'd been tired. Despite looking worn out, her general uniform was still sharp, not as regal as the dresses she used to wear in her youth, but it made her look strong, and determined for peace, which is why she was. Every time I looked at her, even as a kid, I'd feel a sense of pride that she was my mother, and that I was her daughter.

When my saw us, her face lit up with excitement and a little bit of relief. If I wasn't so scared about using the force at that point, I'd have searched her feelings, but I didn't really need to, as I knew what she was thinking anyway; 'They're safe. They're both still alive'.

"Mum!" I exclaimed, grinning as I ran to her. I threw my arms around her shoulders as she pulled me into a tight embrace. I buried my face into her jacket as she stroked my hair, as if checking I was alive.

"Luci, Lucinda, you're alive!" She grinned, taking a step back, her hands still on my shoulder, looking at me in wonder, the way dad did. Her face remained happy for a moment, before turning concerned. "Luci, why didn't you come back? We had reports your ship was destroyed, and we all thought you were dead. If you were alive, why didn't you come back?"

"I'm sorry. I found the Falcon on Jakku, which was where my ship crashed. I managed to sell the ship for food and just camped out on the Falcon until I met Finn and Rey two years later, when we eventually bumped into dad and Chewie," I explained, starting to feel guilty. "I'm sorry, I just... I think I stayed away to try and get better,"

"And did you?" Mum asked nervously, looking at me with concern again. I hated when she did that; it made me feel like a kid again.

"I think so," I admitted, shrugging. "I practiced summoning force ghosts whenever I had nightmares. The time alone probably helped too. I had less panic attacks, which I guess classes as me getting better,"

"I've missed you so much, Luci," mum grinned at me. I'd not seen her look that happy in a long time. "I'm so proud of you," she squeezed my arm, hugging me again. I'd missed her.

As she pulled away from me, I followed her eyes as she looked at dad. Turning around, I saw Han Solo stood awkwardly, looking at the ground, almost looking ashamed of himself. I walked back over to him, taking his hand, as a gesture of support. It looked like he'd just plucked up the courage to speak to her, when a golden protocol droid stepped in front of of him.

"Han Solo!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes, laughing at dad's exasperated face and Threepio's bad timing. "It is I, Cee-Threepio! You probably don't recognise me because of the red arm but - oh! Have you seen who it is?" he turned around to my mother, who was smirking slightly, and when he turned back to my father he finally noticed me. "And - Oh my, Lucinda! We all thought you were dead, I even said myself that the odds of you returning alive were three thousand and seventy five to one!"

"Well I beat the odds then!" I grinned, laughing. "I missed you Threepio, more than I expected,"

"I assume you'll be wanting to see Poe Dameron," His words made me freeze, my heart stopping as I felt my stomach turn, my body beginning to shake slightly with nerves as my breath caught in my throat.

"P-Poe? B-but... He's dead! He died, he got killed by the First Order a few days ago... R-Right?" I stumbled over my words, my hands shaking as I spoke, trying to think everything through in my head.

"No, no, Luci, he's alive, he got back to us two days ago, I'm sure he'll be landing now, you should go find him," Mum told me, and I felt a grin of relief and joy explode on my face.

"Poe... Alive!" I cheered. "He- He really isn't dead?" I spun around in a little circle, laughing as I ran my hands though my hair. Now I understood the pull I felt back during the battle; it was Poe in his X-Wing. "Alive!"

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Leia's finally here! I've waited so long to write her in properly, and Threepio!
Also chapters are getting longer because there's a lot more I have to feature in the chapters. I hoped you enjoyed this, please vote and comment. I would really appreciate more comments to know how my readers feel about the way this story is going, especially after last chapter featured Luci using force lightning for the first time.
~Olivia