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a/n: I think that general fandom consensus is that Rey was 5 when she was left on Jakku. That makes her 16 when she finds Sideous and 21 by the end of part 3. In other words, she’s not underage when things happen. He gets into her brain long before he gets into her pants.

It was awhile before he could move on his own. Of course, he could have gotten himself out of that wreck if he’d really needed to, either by manipulating his limbs with the Force like a marionette or by simply lifting, but the girl – Rey, how fitting – had brought him food and water with barely any Force-ful prompting on his part. She’d lifted him, cleaned him, laid him on rough blankets, and watched over him as he slept. She brought him an old, (stinking) but still serviceable tunic and trousers when he was strong enough to dress – in the beginning it was all he could do to raise and lower his arms, and he wouldn’t let her touch him more than was absolutely necessary: The feeling of her rough - warm, gentle - hands on his skin was too overwhelming in this new, sensitive body.

In many ways, being a creature of spirit was easier.

It helped that she had no idea what a cloning cylinder was. He was able to pass his situation off as a very long stay in a medical stasis pod, using the Force to subtly steer her away from the sheer improbability of such a thing surviving the Gorgon’s demise.

He let her guide him out when he could move with minimal assistance from the Force. It was slow and painful, and he leaned on her thin shoulders more than he would have liked, in his old life. But the dependence was not without purpose.

Her soul was beautiful, and so, so fragile, fractured glass barely containing the lightning bolt of her Force potential. There was a hole in her heart, raw with the pain of abandonment.

Alone. Alone, always alone…

He traced the scratches on the wall of the wrecked AT-AT that she called home, counted them as he lay exhausted on her bed. Going by Coruscant time, and the length of the average day on Jakku…

“How long have you been here?” he asked when she flopped down next to him, passing him a meager share of the thin slop she’d been feeding him for weeks.

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging, her face a careful mask of indifference.

Eleven years, he thought. The Force hummed in agreement.

“Your accent,” he said, choking down the swill, voice still quiet, grateful. “You weren’t born here, were you?” She flinched. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “It’s confusing here. This place…” He gestured broadly, encompassing more than her hovel. He looked away. “The Gorgon was falling apart. I know it crashed, but it couldn’t have gotten that way…overnight.” He set down his bowl and looked her in the eyes. “Rey, how long was I asleep?”

It was Rey’s turn to look away.

“Rey?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, slowly. “That - Your ship fell in the Battle of Jakku,” she continued, as if reciting a history lesson. “And that was a little over a year after the Battle of Endor. I think. That’s all I remember from school. I was really young, so…” she shrugged. “Sorry.”

“The Gorgon…” he whispered, letting his voice break. “She was the Gorgon.”

Rey set her bowl down and slid closer, hesitant.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, laying her hand over his. He let her.

***

He told her his name soon after that. His real name. After all,
Sheev Palpatine was considerably better known than Sideous.

And he liked the way it sounded on her lips.

He kept the Darth to himself for three years, during which he allowed Rey to teach him the rules of her bitter, day-to-day existence. He stayed with her, ostensibly because she never asked him to leave. In return for a place to sleep, he shared his knowledge of Empire-Era battleships, and subtly prevented any of the vermin in the oasis from finding the Gorgon. Coincidences again – the ship had remained undiscovered for 30 years, having fallen into a massive cave system. A rockslide had covered it, and it would likely have remained that way if not for Rey venturing out further into the Wastes than usual.

The exclusive access to a veritable goldmine of parts in almost perfect working condition meant that Rey began to enjoy a level of prosperity that had been far beyond her reach before he arrived in her life. Her glee over being able to trade her sudden excess of ‘portions’ for actual food and new clothing woke something in her that she had put aside long ago. She remembered how to want.

She slept deeper with him next to her, too. In the before, as he knew she privately called the long stretch of time before she found him, she had rarely had a full night of uninterrupted sleep, always jolting awake at noises, or the constant danger of the wasteland clawing at her Force senses. Not to mention the stares of her fellow scavengers, which had begun to follow her in earnest once her body began to mature. There was a reason she carried that staff. But with him there…She slept sounder now that she had someone to watch over her.

Yes, she never thought to gather material for a second bed. It was ingrained scavenger instinct; waste not. Her home was cramped, the nights were cold, and she thought that he was too weak to take advantage of her, so she had climbed in with him slept like a stone. He made sure that it never occurred to her to leave, even when he grew strong enough to carry her when she sprained her ankle badly during an over-ambitious climb.

The medical supplies available in the oasis were serviceable, if primitive. They had enough food to survive until she healed, so she accepted his repeated refusal to leave her alone, barely disguising her disbelieving relief.

He dressed her ankle, drawing on his knowledge of tending to his own hurts during his Sith training. He applied heat packs, and brought her food. He spent just enough time away in the kitchen, or outside watching the sky - meditating - that she lit up like Coruscant at night when he came in to check on her.

“What are you doing out there?” she asked one day, tugging him down next to her. “When you’re out there like that.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, feigning ignorance. He’d been steadily expanding his presence in the Force every day, letting it permeate every part of her shelter. It was one of the many facets of the Dark Side. The edge of night was gentle, safe. It rested, it waited, and then it drew you deeper, and held. She glared.

“You’re doing something. It feels – It feels different out here,” she said, grasping for words for something that defied definition.

“Is it a good different?” he asked, smiling playfully.

“I don’t – Yes. Yes, it is,” she said. “I don’t know why, but it feels – I don’t know…” She groaned in frustration. He waited patiently. “It’s not safe. But it’s safe. Have you ever used a blaster?” He cocked an eyebrow at the change of subject. She blushed. “I mean…It feels like there’s a loaded blaster. With no trigger guard. I think – I think my father used to sleep with one. My Mom too. They had them strapped to the headboard,” she said, her voice strained. She brushed angrily at her eyes. “I used to climb in with them when the noises – “ Her voice died. She shrunk away from him.

“Rey,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“All right,” he said. “All right.” He hid a smile.

Not long now…

a/n: Crap, looks like it'll be 3 parts...But then Sideous knows how to play the long game :O

Bless you, this fic is perfect. The set up, the tension, the slow weaving of this net around her....everything is amazing, I could read this story forever.

Ahhhhhh thank you!! It's just kinda flowing right now - I'm so glad it's working. I'm finishing it today, while I've got a handle on it :D

a/n:Ok, I was wrong, it'll be FOUR parts. Looks like Sideous is my new muse :O Also, here be violence!

The proverbial other shoe dropped shortly after her ankle healed. They had collected 2 portions for a working pressure relief valve (lately they had decided not to flood the market and, thus, deflate prices).

Rey was haggling with an old Twi’lek over a First-Order Stormtrooper utility belt while Sideous dug through a pile of junk two stalls over, looking for a semi-servicable micro - ion capacitor. He’d been slowly accumulating lightsaber components. His saber had been lost along with his original body. He considered it a cosmic tradeoff, of sorts; a broken, scarred body and an elegant weapon made of the finest materials that money could buy, for a whole, smooth body and a crude tool of unvarnished destruction.

Fair trade. He’d forgotten how good it felt to push his limits in his morning katas, his body flooding with the pain of a good workout, blood rushing with adrenaline and endorphins. He set about the task of getting back into fighting shape, meditating in between combat and strength training hours before the sun came up, before Jakku turned into a furnace.

“Dehydration won’t do,” he said, panting with exertion after an especially vigorous session of Form VII (Juyo, his instincts told him that she would take to it especially well, like Maul before her), his lengthening red hair dripping with sweat. Rey accepted it, and his methods, without question when she caught him at it. She never saw much, her diurnal habits too deeply ingrained, hesitant to disturb him. But he could feel her watching, curious, as she woke repeatedly in the night, confusion over the empty space next to her turning into aching loss.

He’d finished his search of the first bin, coming up empty except for a set of high-density ceramic resistors that he might be able to refine when danger flared at his back, and he dodged out of the way of a blaster shot. Rey yelled a warning, but he was already moving. He snatched up the staff he’d constructed for his Juyo sessions, and whirled to intercept the next shot. It blasted the staff to slag, of course, but it bought Rey enough time to come down on his attacker like a lightning bolt. It was his turn to warn as two more scavengers jumped into the fray, one with a vibroblade, one with a broken force pike. Sideous smirked as the favored weapon of his Royal Guards stabbed at his head, pushing it easily aside and smashing the Zabrak’s jaw with his knee.

Rey’s exhilaration and fear raged in the Force. He dropped into the first stance of Juyo, and carefully touched her mind, nudging her to circle behind the Aqualish with the vibroblade. Her eyes flicked to his in shock, but he sent a soft tendril of reassurance her way. She left her prey a bloody mess on the ground and moved to pin their remaining assailant between them. He flashed her a wicked grin and went for the blade. Rey struck, crushing the alien’s skull. Sideous pushed the body aside, Rey extracting her staff from where it had been buried a solid inch in brains and bone.

She staggered back, breathing heavily, projecting confused pleasure and relief. Sideous went to her, caught her as she swayed, coming down from the adrenaline high and the touch of the Force.

“It was self defense!” he shouted, increasing his volume with the Force. “You all saw it. There is no crime here.” He wrapped an arm around Rey’s waist and left the scene as quickly as he could manage.

The entire incident was over and done with in under a minute. One minute, three dead – though she didn’t have to know that. Her mind was focused utterly on the blood and brains coating the end of her staff, the wet crunch of the Aqualish’s demise repeating on a loop in her head, the Dark Side lending her it's strength. He set he in front of him on the speeder, wrapping an arm securely around her shaking form.

His brain ground to a halt. This was the closest they had been since she had hauled him up out of the Gorgon. Even when they slept, he was careful to keep to himself – a careless arm or leg ending up on her side was as far as he went…And there was clearly a bit more to her than there had been when they first met – three years of good food and healthy sleep had led to developments in ways that Sideous greatly appreciated.

He started up the speeder, her curves pressing against his chest, her breath hot on his neck, and again marveled at what he’d been missing all those years without flesh. Even in his original vessel the sensation of a soft body separated from his skin only by thin, rough, cloth, cradled shaking and submissive in his grasp had not been this…consuming. Perhaps he had forgotten.

The ride went quickly. Rey’s consciousness buzzed with questions. He felt her frustration at her own helplessness, and a growing sense of anger. At the three dead attackers. At the oasis. At portions. But not at him. Not much, anyway. She had confirmation that he’d been hiding something, and was rapidly connecting the dots.

Legends raced through her mind. They were just stories, tales told to children around flaming piles of scrap on Jakku to keep them indoors at night, or whispered with delighted fear at slumber parties full of giggling girls. Or parables meant to teach, to warn, instructions for a tiny child held safe in her parents’ arms. One who wanted, and expected, to be warm and safe forever.

Rey the scavenger knew differently.

He lay her down and covered her with the heaviest blankets. He fluffed her pillow, and laid a soothing hand on her forehead.Rest. Think, he sent – a gentle suggestion.

He let her work through it. He trained under Jakku’s stark sun for the first time, alternating between Juyo and Djem So. Eventually he stripped off his tunic when it began to stick to his skin. He was just settling into some final stretches, when he felt the Force twist in anticipation. He smiled. A decision, then.

“Sideous.”

Quiet footsteps drew closer. He set down his staff and turned. She was close enough to touch.

“Lord Sideous,” he corrected. She nodded with quiet acceptance.

“Show me.”

a/n: Juyo: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Form_VII
Djem So: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Form_V/Legends Also neither Wookiepedia or the internet know what Sideous’ preferred lightsaber form is. A couple forum discussions said ‘everything’, and I believe it :D

So achingly goood!! I feel like I'm reading an origin story of epic, godly proportions. The beginning of their legend! Is it terribly greedy of me to wish for like, a hundred more parts??

Thaaaaank youu!!!

I'm...kind of tempted to launch a multi-chaptered fic in this 'verse. In my personal opinion Sideous would waste Snoke on his mission to reconquer the galaxy and/or have epic Dark Side adventures with his ass-kicking double-bladed-lightsaber-using Apprentice.

Oh no. Oh nononono.

I'm thinking of Sith names for Rey. And of her taking manipulation lessons from Sideous. And rewriting TFA with very-dark-gray!Rey.

thankyouforthisawesomeprompt...<3

This is an amazing piece of writing A!A. I am so delighted that you’re filling this! Sidious’ voice is perfect with just the right amount of pragmatism contrasting with avaricious Sith desire. Rey’s situation is also handled really well. By having it from Sidious’ perspective, there is an element of disconnect from the misery of Rey’s situation, which makes the emotional content of it a lot subtler. I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Also your hand-wavy plot device is actually really plausible and I love all the continuity and EU nods.

Finally, you may want to put link this to the fill post. I stumbled across it by chance, and would have been sad to miss.

Wow, thank you!! I was really trying to get Sidious's voice down, as well as the 'just what, exactly, would he do with Rey if he found her?' thing. Answer? Use her. And since it's Sidious, he won't settle for anything less than devotion...He is the master of the long game.

And wow I completely missed the existance of the Fills post! I will be linking to this as soon as it's done...And it's totally almost done.

a/n: Yeah I’ve totally been spelling ‘Sidious’ wrong. I will correct this! Also, Sith training is a real bitch.

The first thing he did was kick her out of bed.

“I am your Master,” he said, as she knelt before him, her eyes red and wet. “It is not fitting.” He smiled inwardly at the flare of anger, the rising pain of rejection. “My Apprentice must obey me in all things. If you cannot accept this, then there is nothing I can teach you.”

Rey gritted her teeth and nodded, squelching the rising tide of tears. She bowed her head obediently as he paced around her, sizing her up as if he hadn’t been weighing her strengths and weaknesses for years.

“Then your training begins now.” Anticipation curled in her belly, thoughts of sabers, of battle - hands on flushed skin slick with sweat - flooding her mind. He turned and walked inside. Rey jumped to her feet, sparking with excitement.

“Sid –“ She yelped as he pushed her back down with the Force. She tried to stand again, only to find herself frozen on one knee, unable to move. He leaned against the doorway, watching silently as she struggled. Slowly he loosened his hold as she realizing what he was doing. He quirked an eyebrow in question. She nodded and stilled, straightening her back and balance.

Sidious left her there until the sun came up.

He found her out cold, lying curled up on her side. He paused, considering, and then planted his foot firmly on her back and pushed. She jerked awake and tried to stand, only to immediately tumble when her muscles gave out. He estimated that she’d lasted four hours. Not bad.

Not good either.

“Sidious – “ She cried out as his power ground her face into the dirt. She shook with shock, raw terror coursing through her as he reached down, wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed.

“You will address me as ‘Master’, or ‘My Lord’,” he said, hauling her up by the hair. He leaned lower, so close that they were sharing breath. “Is that clear?”

“Yes – Si – “ His grip tightened. “Yes, my Lord!”

“Good,” he said, letting her drop. Slowly she raised herself to one knee, and bowed her head.

He brought her water around mid-day. Perhaps he was growing soft.

***

Sidious did not so much as mention combat training for weeks. There were other, more important lessons to learn. Two days outside had taught her the consequences of disrespect and (unlike Vader), she was quick to accept her place in the universe as well as obey. She set up a rough pallet on the floor next to their – his – bed. He had been tempted to exile her to the kitchen (or the roof), but it was awfully cold at night, the Wastes were dangerous, and he did not want to burn certain…bridges.

This, he thought, stretching luxuriously against the pillows, looking down on his exhausted apprentice, Is the way it should be. The thin blanket barely covered the long, curving lines of her shivering body.

Mine.

He further exposed her to the elements, training her in ways to block her pain and discomfort, and to ease both, lest the harsh world cause her permanent damage. He joined her on the first trip to the top of the Ravager. There, they removed all but the base layers of clothing and moved through the first Djem So kata as the sun beat down, their sweat evaporating as it hit metal.

Rey had second degree burns on the soles of her feet at the end of the day. He allowed her some bacta – her head and shoulders were unburnt, so she had succeeded in protecting herself to some degree - before leading her on a run to the Gorgon and back. Sidious gloried in every burning gasp of air, every cramp in his legs. Rey came up with increasingly inventive curses every step of the way. But she kept up.

***

Eventually she earned it. They cleared out the AT-AT’s hold and set up a makeshift sparring ring. He summoned her before the sun was up, three months to the day after he took her as an Apprentice.
“All lightsaber combat can be traced back to this.” He paused in front of her and extended his hand, palm up. She looked up at him, frowning with confusion.

“The Force is in all things,” he continued. “It has always existed. And always will. Lightsabers, however…” He waved her up, positioned her into a basic defensive stance, one foot forward, one back, knees bent, her weight centered. “…Are a relatively recent invention.” He shoved at her shoulder to check her balance. When she could stand firm, he moved behind her.

“A true Sith is never unarmed,” he said in her ear, stepping close enough so that she could feel his heat. His arms circled her, lifted hers, and he positioned them in the Juyo ‘ready’ position. “Hold that,” he said, savoring her shiver. “The core of this form is strength. Conviction.”

He felt her question.

“A Sith is never unarmed,” he said. “Just as kata is not a dance.”

Sidious stepped away and watched her. Clearly she was expecting a repeat of her first night as his apprentice. Instead he came at her from the side – and this time she surprised him. She pivoted to the side and whipped an arm up to protect her face. They met in a violent clash of limbs, ending with Rey on her back, panting and red-faced, his knee on her throat.

“Good,” he said, smiling fiercely. “Again.”

a/n: Form VI, Niman: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Form_VI One part left to go! I split this off from it because it suits the narrative better to be seperate

Author here: Crap - formatting - Let's just pretend most of those italics aren't there, shall we? :O

This is so delicious. I love how pragmatic he is about training her, yet not emotionally distant enough to not enjoy her, and training her. Its a balance that leaves me hungry for more of them, falling into each other in different and dark ways.

Ahhh, thank you! I hope I succeeded...The 'voice' is always a challenge to get right :)

Edge of Night:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6146131/chapters/14081971

ALMOST DONE.

Also, I have the honor of creating a ship tag. MUAHAHA!

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