The three of them ran to the cockpit, Breha and Rey arriving before Finn and sliding into the pilot and co-pilot's seats as Finn stood in the space between them. It was dark out the viewport, not even the light of Jakku's sun reaching them now. Rey got to work immediately on the controls, trying to get things back online and working again.

"Someone's locked onto us," Rey said. "All controls are overridden."

"Who?" Breha asked.

As if in answer to her question, there was a dull sort of clanging from above them. Finn took the initiative and began to climb up so he could get a look out the windows from a different angle than they were currently able to see.

"See anything?" Rey asked as they were bathed in the red light of the ship above them.

"Oh, no," Finn said. "It's the First Order."

"What?" Breha exclaimed, leaning forward so she could better look up at the larger ship which was slowly pulling them in. "It can't be."

If it was the First Order, she'd be able to feel him on board, feel the familiar and yet not-so-familiar anymore presence of her brother. And sure, she did sense some kind of familiarity with someone on board, it wasn't her brother. It was different. Even after all that happened, she'd know her brother anywhere. This wasn't him.

"What do we do?" Rey asked. "There must be something."

Breha tried to think. There were the compartments for hiding smuggled goods in, of course, which were large enough to hold people. They could use those, hide in them until whoever came on board left again and the tractor beam was deactivated, allowing them to escape again. But they didn't know how many people were on board this ship. There very well could be someone who could reactivate the tractor beam at a moment's notice. Or even people who could fire at them.

And, of course, none of this accounted for the fact they were in the Millenium Falcon. If someone was after this ship, they could easily know its secrets. If they knew about the compartments, there'd be no use in hiding in them. They'd surely be checked.

Finn turned to look at Rey. "You said poisonous gas."

"I fixed that," Rey pointed out.

"Can you unfix it?" Finn asked.

"Finn, you're a genius!" Breha exclaimed.

He flushed at the compliment as they ran after Rey, who led them back towards the grate which concealed where the leak had been coming from. They all grabbed one of the portable oxygen masks and jumped down into the hole. Breha first, and then Finn. Rey was last, easing BB-8 to the edge and allowing Finn to grab him. It seemed like his plan was to pick the droid up and drop him down with them, but it didn't go as planned since BB-8 was heavier than Finn anticipated. He fell, the droid landing on top of him, and looking slightly pained. Breha couldn't resist a giggle as she helped ease BB-8 off of him and helped him to sit up a little.

When Rey reached for the grate to start pulling it back over them so they'd be hidden from sight, Breha reached out to help her. It was heavier than she thought but the two of them managed to get it over them all again. And just like that, they would be hidden from view.

"Do you think this'll work on the Stormtroopers?" Rey asked.

She was beginning to unfix the problem she'd just fixed as she spoke. Breha could only think it just suck a little after spending the time to fix it and how having to undo it all.

"Yeah," Finn agreed. "Their masks filter out smoke, not toxins."

Finn stood to peer out from under the grate, missing the confused look Breha and Rey shared at his comment. It was clearly meant to be reassuring, the knowledge that their plan would work, but it instead left them confused. How could Finn know their masks didn't filter out toxins? What kind of Resistance mission would have brought him to learning something like that?

Breha herself had never figured it out, even after all the missions she'd been sent on. Her missions had sent her into direct contact with Stormtroopers more often than a lot of other Resistance agents so if they'd learned this, why had the information not been shared?

The sound of metal clanging in the distance shook Breha from her thoughts. Footsteps were quick to follow, getting closer and closer to them. But that wasn't the only thing getting closer. Whoever on board she had sensed a familiarity with was getting closer. And if she hadn't been sure already that it wasn't her brother, this did it. He never would have been the first person to board a ship. He'd send at least a couple of troopers first in case there were any traps. She'd had to learn that the hard way.

"Hurry," Finn urged.

"I'm hurrying!" Rey told him.

Her oxygen mask was now over her face so Breha pulled hers on as well. If Rey thought it was time to put the masks on, Breha wasn't going to question it, she was just going to follow suit.

Finn knelt down again next to Breha, slipping his own mask on, too. In the distance, Breha heard the sound of the ramp lowering and the door opening. Once again, the familiar presence was getting closer. Only, now that it was on board, she could sense it was two people, not just one, who were the source of the familiarity. It really wasn't her brother or the First Order.

A quiet voice, belonging to one of the people who'd boarded the ship, reached Breha's ears. She couldn't make out the words, but the voice was so familiar. In response, there was a familiar growl. There was only one answer as to who it was now.

Her brow furrowed as she closed her eyes so she could concentrate better, reaching out to the Force. She followed the flow of the Force, reaching out for the people closest to her. Breha felt confident she knew who had boarded the ship, but she wasn't going to risk Finn and Rey's lives in the case she was wrong. She had to be absolutely sure and this was the best way to do it.

Since she was reaching out for the people closest to her physically, the first people she found in the Force were Finn and Rey. They stood out like shining beacons in the Force with presences so much stronger than she'd anticipated that it actually made her gasp as she felt it. Both of them were Force sensitive and didn't know it. How had she not felt it before? Though she wanted to linger there, basking in the warmth of their Force signatures, she forced herself to move on.

The next people she found were those who'd boarded the ship. Just as she'd anticipated, they were familiar to her. She'd encountered these people before, seen their Force signatures even. There were few people she'd seen in the Force before since it was dangerous to just go looking at everyone. You never knew who was nearby enough to sense it. But there was a time when that hadn't been true and it was only people she'd known then who she'd know even in the Force.

When the wrench Rey had been using to work slipped out of her hands and hit the floor below them, the sound caused Breha to gasp as she opened her eyes, not totally prepared to come back. She looked over at Rey, who was looking at her and Finn with an apologetic look.

Before they could attempt to hide, the grate was effortlessly pulled away from the floor above them. An older man with grey hair was pointing a blaster down at them, looking less surprised than she had expected.

"Where are the others?" the man asked. Breha could sense Finn and Rey's fear. She had none. "Where's the pilot?"

"I'm the pilot," Rey said quickly.

"You?" the man questioned.

The Wookie standing beside him who was holding the grate let out a growl.

"No, it's true, we're the only ones on board," Rey said.

"You can understand that thing?" Finn questioned.

"And 'that thing' can understand you, too," Breha said, looking away from the surprised face of the man holding the blaster and to Finn. "Best to be careful."

The Wookie let out another growl, causing Breha to smile as she looked back at him.

"Hi Chewie," she said, then turned her gaze to the other man. "Hi Daddy."

"Bree?" he questioned.

She immediately pulled herself out of the hole, wrapping her arms around her father. He hugged her back, but there was hesitation in his actions. Something was holding him back and she didn't know what.

Sensing the confusion from Finn and Rey at what they'd just witnessed, Breha pulled back from her father and turned towards them. She gave them a smile and hoped it was reassuring. "It's okay. You can come out now."

"How'd you get this ship? And where?" her father asked her.

"I've been tracking it down for weeks," she told him. "I was looking for it for Mum. We need good ships and this is-"

"Your mother can't have my ship," he said sternly.

"Daddy, come on, we need-"

"Where did you find it?" he asked again.

Rey spoke up as Breha rolled her eyes. "It was a Niima Outpost"

"Jakku? That junkyard?"

"Thank you!" Finn exclaimed, then turned to Rey. "Junkyard."

"Told you we should have double-checked the Western Reaches," her father said to the Wookie. "Who had it? Ducain?"

"I stole it," Rey said.

"We stole it," Breha corrected. "From Unkar Plutt."

"Who stole it from the Irving Boys," Rey continued.

"Who stole it from Ducain," Breha finished.

"Who stole it from me!" her father exclaimed, his anger obvious in his tone. "Well, you tell him that Han Solo just stole back the Millenium Falcon. For good!"

Breha couldn't help the smile on her face as she watched Han begin to make his way towards the cockpit. Rey took several steps after him, a large smile lighting up her face.

"This is the Millennium Falcon? You're Han Solo?"

"I used to be," Han replied. Breha rolled her eyes.

"Han Solo, the Rebellion general?" Finn questioned.

"No, the smuggler," Rey said, looking back at Finn.

"He's been both," Breha told them.

"Wasn't he a war hero?" Finn asked Chewie.

Chewie gave a growl and a shrug. "Technically yes," Breha translated.

"This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs!" Rey exclaimed.

"It's actually-" Breha started.

"Twelve!" Han called back to her.

"Yeah, twelve. He's very, uh, touchy about it," Breha explained.

Finn turned to Breha with a confused look on his face. "Did you call him your dad? Is Han Solo your father?"

She opened her mouth to answer him, but before she got the chance, Han reappeared.

"Some moof-milker put a compressor on the ignition line," Han said.

"Unkar Plutt did," Rey said. "I thought it was a mistake, too. Puts too much..."

"Stress on the hyperdrive," they both said.

Han stared at Rey for a moment, looking a little confused and a little impressed. "Chewie, throw them in a pod. We'll drop them at the nearest inhabited planet."

"Daddy, you can't just-"

"Wait, no," Rey said as they all trailed after him when he tried to walk away. "We need your help."

"My help?" Han scoffed.

"This droid has to get back to the Resistance base as soon as possible," Rey told him, but he didn't stop.

"He's carrying a map to Luke Skywalker," Finn said.

Han stopped.

He didn't turn around, he didn't say anything, but he did stop trying to get away from them. Breha should have known mentioning Uncle Luke would have been enough to get him to at least listen to them.

"You are the Han Solo that fought with the Rebellion," Finn said softly. Han turned around slowly. "You knew him."

"Yeah, I knew him," Han said, half a smile on his face. "I knew Luke."

Breha rushed up to him before anyone could say anything else. "Please, you have to help us. The map BB-8 has could bring Uncle Luke home. He could stop the First Order, bring peace back to the galaxy."

"You're starting to sound like your mother," Han said.

"He could bring Ben home, Daddy. You have to help us. Please."

She could see how mentioning bringing Ben home had finally made him actually stop to consider helping them. He wanted Ben to come home as much as she did. Han opened his mouth, and the look in his eyes felt to Breha like he was going to agree. But before he could say anything, there was a banging noise from outside the Falcon and a look of worry came over her father's face.

"Don't tell me a Rathtar's gotten loose."

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an. every time I come back to this fic I remember how much I love my baby Bree and I don't understand why it takes me so long to update. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please let me know your thoughts!