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PROMPT POST #1 - CLOSED
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Re: FILL: When You Break (Part 8b)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-17 09:08 am (UTC)(link)"Poe," Rey pleads with him, "Poe, you need to come back. We need you here."
Poe doesn't understand why she can't just use the Force – he needs rescuing, so that's legitimate, right?
It's Finn speaking now, "Poe – you gotta- just come back across the bridge. Please. I can’t get to you this time."
Their begging only elicits confusion. What are they so afraid of? What's stopping them just walking out to meet up with him? The immediacy of the raging storm recedes a little as he contemplates how stupid this situation is.
"They are calling because they seek to protect you. From me."
Tension grips Poe's shoulders. He knows he will need to turn around, but for the moment he focuses on the unpleasant sensation of heavy raindrops trickling under the collar of his jacket. His clothes are soaked, chaffing unpleasantly against his skin. A command echoes through his mind, ordering him to face the new speaker. Reluctantly Poe obeys.
He stares up at the tall, looming figure. Lightning streaks across the sky, momentarily illuminating pale skin. Poe hasn't seen Ben Solo in a long time.
There is no time to analyse how he's so sure it’s him, how he's so sure Ben was the one to torture him in person so many months ago. Poe is surprised he didn't realise then, but everything's so easy to see with the benefit of hindsight.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous they believe you need protecting? They fear I'm going to hurt you. But you know that's not right, don't you, Poe?"
Ben's gotten really tall. He literally dwarfs Poe now and that's even standing a few metres away, close to the edge of the bridge that is still stable. Emotions war across Poe's mind. The presence of his tormentor terrifies him. Honestly, Poe does not want to go through the pain of having his thoughts invaded again. He hates the memories of helplessness, of failure Ben brings back.
But on the other hand, Ben's words make a lot of sense. He feels very familiar. Plus, he's General Organa's and Han Solo's son, right? Somewhere there must be good in him. Perhaps he really will help.
"That's right, Poe. Just come to me. Take my hand and I'll make all that hurt, all your pain disappear." Ben's voice is so soft and familiar. He's barely whispering, but Poe can hear every syllable crystal clear. With his back turned to them, Finn and Rey's desperate faces become a distant memory. A hand gloved in black leather stretches out towards Poe. It's only a few steps – much easier to go to Ben than risk heading back to the bit of the bridge that's broken.
He takes an unsteady step forward, his dark boots slipping on the surface slick with rain.
"Poe! No!" Rey's voice is a hoarse scream of frustration. The desperation of it takes Poe by surprise. He hesitates, half turning back.
Behind him, the shade that both is and is not Ben Solo growls, "You will come to me."
It's a powerful command fuelled by a dark anger; Poe's body starts to obey before his mind truly catches up. In another life, Poe thinks he might have had the strength to resist. On this bridge, in this moment, Poe can't stop himself from taking another pace and another.
The bridge wobbles violently, but the pilot hardly heeds it. He is staring in silent wonder at Ben's face, grateful that it is freed from that horrible mask. With each step closer, the other man sends a wave of encouragement his way. Poe knows he is basking in this comfort, that it seems to blanket him in warmth even as everything else in this narrow scene faces destruction.
One more step and he is close enough to take the offered hand. Poe's rich brown eyes drift upwards to gaze into Ben's face. The expression he encounters is carefully neutral. There is no recognition, little sign of the promised compassion. "Take my hand, Poe," Ben instructs, his tone chiding. Poe fixes him with another long, weary glance before raising his own arm up.
The moment their fingers entwine Ben takes the chance to jerk the smaller man close. He slips his other arm around Poe's waist and it is the momentary intimacy of predator and prey, before the jaws snap shut, the fangs extend, the muscles contract. He draws him so that he is pressed against the strong form of his torturer. Over his shoulder, Poe catches a hint of the smirk thrown at Rey and Finn. Ben is mocking them.
He's made the wrong choice.
It's too late, but Poe tries to stumble back anyway. He presses his free hand against Ben's chest, but the man is immovable. The arm around him tightens, squeezing at the bottom of his ribs. Air escapes his lungs and Poe knows he's having trouble drawing in an adequate replacement supply.
"Look at me." Whether the command is in his head or spoken aloud, Poe isn't sure. All he knows is that he wants desperately to refuse. Instead his chin jerks upwards and he stares into the blackness of Ben’s pupils. They shine with a strange obsidian quality. He gazes into them and the strangest sensation blossoms, as though he has tipped head first over the side of this ridiculous bridge, as though he is falling and there is nothing to break his fall.
"It is most accommodating of you to embrace your own destruction so willingly." The words don't make sense for a second, then Ben starts to show Poe the fate planned from him.
Fear unlike anything he's ever known grips his soul. Poe struggles properly now, fighting against the metres of black cloth that make up Ben's- No. This isn't Ben. This isn't the gangly, awkward teenager Poe dimly remembers ambling after his parents at ceremonial events. This isn't the boy everybody spoke of with such pride and high hopes as he commenced his training with his uncle. This is a twisted perversion of that man. A strange composition of anger and bitterness and hate. He is monstrous. The title Kylo Ren is apt enough now.
So Poe tries to wrench himself from Ren's grasp, but he finds his chin roughly turned again and he meets those jet black eyes for a second time.
What he sees there causes a scream to tumble from his lips.
In the seemingly endless corridors of the base, Rey feels like she is lost in a labyrinth. She is sure she's close to the epicentre of the disturbance now. The unease prickles across her skin like goose bumps. The trainee Jedi prepares to focus her mind, to push away the fear that prevents her from seeing clearly.
However, at that moment, a piercing wail ricochets across the walls.
The sound would have led her where she needed, but Rey no longer requires direction. She recognises that voice – hoarse as it is. She knows exactly who lies at the centre of this storm.
And once the scream starts, Poe cannot stop.
He screams to release the terror gripping his heart. He screams and screams and-
"Poe!" Rey literally throws herself through the man's door, unwilling to even waste the seconds needed for it to open fully. Her feet are in a tangle beneath her, but nothing matters apart from saving her friend from whatever is hunting him, hurting him.
He is writhing on the bed, limbs twisting unnaturally and his face contorted with pain.
Another cry escapes from his throat. Rey can hear his heart beating frantically in her ears and she suddenly fears his body will not cope with the pressure of trying to fight off this onslaught.
Because there's no doubt Poe's fighting.
Without warning, he bolts upright. Rey is dimly aware of another body behind her, senses the warm, reassuring presence of Finn. Reaching back, she awkwardly pats his wrist to acknowledge his arrival. Poe's eyes are open; he is looking straight at them, but Rey know he's not really seeing they're there.
Poe, trembling with exertion, moves his head minutely side to side. Then he stares straight ahead, a haunting expression of fear passing across his tanned features. Gaze fixed on a point somewhere above their heads, Poe begs in a quiet, desperate voice, "Help me. Please."
Then his eyes roll backwards and he collapses onto the sweat-stained covers.
Re: FILL: When You Break (Part 8b)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 12:36 am (UTC)(link)Dear AA, thank you for sharing this beautiful fic. I can't wait to see what happens next with my two favourite boys… :)
Re: FILL: When You Break (Part 9a)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 08:53 am (UTC)(link)'Who is the betrayer?
Who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn't make a sound.'
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It takes a moment for Rey to become aware of herself again. When she does, she realises she has pressed a hand over her mouth and that she is holding onto Finn's wrist as though it is the only lifeline grounding her.
They split apart jerkily when more noises can be heard out in the corridor. Luke, brown robes swirling around him, strides with General Organa not far behind. They are both ashen pale. Finn and Rey divide to allow Skywalker into the room. Poe's body is twitching, possibly lacking the strength to move as much as it did before. His breathing changes to a shallow rattle and Rey truly begins to fear for his life.
Kneeling by Poe's bed, Luke frowns and mutters quietly to himself. He reaches out, placing his warm, calloused palm on Poe's forehead. The skin there is clammy to the touch. Glancing up at Rey, he gestures for her to take a place on the other side of the bed. "Follow me," he instructs gently, "stay strong and remember all that you have learnt. I do not know what we will face on the other side."
She nods, laying her hand on top of her Master's and closing her eyes. Rey releases herself gently from worldly emotions, laying aside the worry and the panic and asking the Force to guide her where she needs to go. Like floating down a river with a strong current, she follows and gives herself to the dark.
"I am surprised to see you, old man."
Rey frowns, immediately working to piece the scene around her together. She is aware that Master Luke is just ahead, that they are both standing on some sort of rickety bridge. And that it is raining. Hard. It plasters her long brown hair to her forehead, but it also offers some cool relief. She takes a breath and looks ahead to who is speaking.
The unmistakeable figure of Kylo Ren – the man she fought with, could perhaps even have killed – causes her to stifle a gasp. He shouldn't be here. He must be entire star systems away. Training in his own dark arts, not preying upon the vulnerable. Her mouth twists into a frown.
"You're not welcome here," Luke replies evenly, refusing to be goaded by such pitiful taunts.
"Is this the moment where you dramatically announce you'll make me leave if I refuse to go? I've grown somewhat… attached to the pilot's mind. We've spent many-" he pauses, clearly searching for the right word, "diverting hours together."
The way he rolls the syllables suddenly makes Rey feel unclean. It hurts to her very core to think of all the private memories Ren must have been able to strip from Poe whilst he's been defenceless. It hurts to think of how he might have used them in retaliation.
"I will break your hold on the Commander and help him learn how to protect against future invasions."
Ren widens his stance and, as if he's been there from the beginning, Rey becomes aware of Poe's limp form. He is resting against Kylo's body, mostly hidden in the black fabric making up the man's robes. Poe's head, however, is clearly visible. It is almost tucked in under Ren’s chin, his sodden hair curling against the man's pale skin. With one hand wrapped around Poe's waist, Ren raises the other to his chin and tilts it upwards to an unnatural angle. The action is possessive and the exposure of his neck makes Poe look even more vulnerable.
Fingers curled around Poe's throat, Ren asks slyly, "The question is, old man, can you teach him fast enough?"
Rey bristles, desperate to do something more active- to take Poe out of the man's grip. Luke holds up an arm and she is aware of his voice in her head, encouraging calm and reminding her that Ren is baiting them.
"I'm afraid a command has been issued to procure him. I think you'll find he won't make such a lucky escape a second time around. I'll be addressing his fate personally. And permanently."
That's really all it takes. Rey is too new to this, too inexperienced in watching people she damned well cares about being threatened. "You’re a coward," she snarls. "Too afraid to face those who can match your power? Instead you've been tormenting someone who can't protect themselves from you." It's a satisfaction that Ren's lips tighten when he sees her, when he's reminded of his failure and weakness back in the snow and the pines. He is longing to face her again – and Skywalker. He'll show them both how drastically they underestimate him, how far he's progressed through the latter stages of his training.
"It's time to let him go." Rey looks up, realising that the heavy rain has stopped. In fact, the brooding clouds above them have reduced to a lighter grey. In the real world it would bring that glimmer of hope that a great storm is passing. She looks sharply across at her Master and understands that he must be working to release Ren's hold on Poe's mind. Incrementally the sky grows brighter and brighter and Kylo's dark figure seems more and more implausible. He is out of place in the sunshine, in the light.
He growls in response, draws Poe's smaller figure to him more tightly, an implicit warning not to come closer. "I strongly hope your teaching efforts are more successful this time around. Your pupil is not going to survive long otherwise. And he does seem to have such a knack for making people care for him. Just think of the grief his loss might unleash."
"The success in learning depends as much on the pupil as the teacher, Ben. I assume your Master instructed you to give us such a generous warning of your intentions towards Commander Dameron. An unusual change in his behaviour."
It is a mark of how far he's come in is training. Where once the mention of his old name, his heritage would send the blood raging through his body, now Kylo raises an eyebrow. Does Skywalker really think that will move him? That pointing blame on both sides is beneficial. The sky above is almost a pale blue now and Kylo knows his grip on the pilot's mind is being unpicked. It is only a matter of time before the link between them is completely broken. And Skywalker is regrettably right. His Master will not be pleased at this new evidence of weakness.
On the other hand, he can confirm what they've both felt – the tremor in the Force potentially suggesting the old man was shaking himself out of retirement.
He will cut his losses now. The pilot will be vulnerable to his influence for a long time to come; they won’t be able to protect him forever. "Teach him as you will. I've shown him his fate already and he will walk to it willingly when I call. But first, let us see if you can even wake him up." With that, Kylo presses a gloved hand against Poe's temple. Rey feels a brief rush of power before the figure disappears completely. Poe's unconscious form tumbles to the ground, causing Rey to dash forwards in a race to catch him.
Before they hit the ground, however, they are both-
Re: FILL: When You Break (Part 9b/9b - COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 09:06 am (UTC)(link)Poe rests more easily, his chest rising and falling at a steady rate.
Dragging a hand through his beard, Luke stands wearily. "Kylo Ren," he offers by way of a short explanation. "Rey and I will need to make sure his hold is completely broken. He's had some time to work. I am not sure how far the damage goes."
Leia swallows, desperately trying to control a fresh wave of guilt rolling over her. She wants to ask: How could they all have missed this? How could she not have sensed something was wrong? But they all know the answer. Each of them have been wrapped up in their own struggles - with new power, injuries, grief.
And Poe? Poe wouldn't have wanted to impose further trouble on anyone if he could help it. Damn Poe and his ability to hide everything behind a blinding smile. She nods tersely, but cannot bring herself to speak at the moment. Everything hurts too much.
"Master Luke, Poe will wake up?"
Fixing her with a reassuring smile, Luke nods, "He will wake. Ren was too far away to do anything permanent. It's a ploy to distract us from following him, buying him time." He almost manages to sound completely confident.
One by one, their eyes return to Poe.
Poe drifts in darkness, afloat on shadows. He is alone, but with no conception of loneliness.
It is warm and silent. He ebbs and flows on an unseen tide.
He forgets friend and foe, the prospect of destruction or rescue.
Above and below him the blackness of night, without the memory of stars or the relief of daybreak.
All he knows is exhaustion, but he drifts with the dim sensation that he is waiting for something.
Yes, it is warm and silent and he drifts in the dark and waits.
(AN: So sorry for the delay in just getting this last little bit up! Thank you again so much for the lovely comments. <3 This film gave me a lot of feels and then this prompt seemed the perfect way to express them, so thank you also to OP.)
Re: FILL: When You Break (Part 9b/9b - COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-20 01:24 am (UTC)(link)(Of course, that won't stop me from hoping there may yet be a sequel with a Darkpilot endgame. I guess I'll have to keep a watchful eye, just in case.)
Awesome fic. ♥
Re: FILL: When You Break (Part 9b/9b - COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 01:48 am (UTC)(link)