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Finn thought that life was perfect and peaceful with the resistance after he escaped from the first order.
He is violently disillusioned when one day poe is raped by a fellow resistance-member. Innocent, sexually inexperienced Finn doesn't really understand what happened, but he can clearly see the effects it had on poe, so he asks someone (leia, rey, jessika, luke,...) about it and they very gently explain what it means to be sexually assaulted.
Finn is appalled and ready to kill the attacker, but first he has to take care of poe and does so in the most finn-like way possible.

seconded

thirded!

fourthed! (is that even a word?)

A little set-up: Finn and Rey went off to train with Luke on Ahch-To, and just returned to the Resistance base. Things are...not right.

The next part will focus on the details laid out in the prompt.

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Finn can tell immediately that something is off—that something is horribly wrong—the moment he and Rey tumble down the Millennium Falcon’s landing ramp, Chewbacca bringing up the rear. The Wookiee is huffing grumpily about one thing or the other, prodding Finn gently in the back with the butt end of his bowcaster, when Finn grinds to an abrupt halt and ends up sprawled on the hard ground on his hands and knees because Chewie can’t stop himself in time.

“Finn? Are you okay?” Rey crouches down beside him and offers him her hand, a wry smile playing with the corners of her lips.

Finn sits back on his heels and examines his scraped palms. “I…I don’t think so,” he says, lifting his chin. “Where is everybody?”

They’d been expecting a raucous ‘welcome home’ celebration, or at least Finn had. There’s no one there to greet them, save the protocol droid, Threepio, and BB-8. Not even Poe is there.

The place is a literal ghost town.

For a few long minutes, Finn fights off a sickening roil in his stomach. Surely, they’d have been informed if the base was attacked. Right?

“I can sense it too,” Rey says softly, wrapping her hand around Finn’s and tugging him to his feet. She brushes off the dusty front of his jacket. “Maybe Threepio and BB know what’s going on. Perhaps they’re all in a meeting.”

Finn doesn’t think that’s it, but he nods along because he won’t let himself consider the alternatives.

The three of them approach the waiting droids.

“Master Finn, Mistress Rey, how good it is to see you again,” Threepio begins, but Rey holds up a hand to cut him short.

“Where is everyone?” she asks.

Threepio actually bends his body stiffly at the waist, as if to address BB-8. The little astromech tilts its dome up, and the two of them converse conspiratorially in a series of short blats and beeps.

“Wait, that’s not fair. What are you two—”

“Something’s happened,” Rey says, grabbing onto Finn’s hand. “While we were gone.”

“I’d forgotten you speak Binary, Mistress Rey,” Threepio says, and has the audacity to sound offended.

“Just tell us what happened. Not knowing is worse than whatever it is you two are keeping from us,” Rey says.

“While you and Master Finn were off training with Jedi Master Luke,” Threepio begins, waving his ugly red arm in the air for emphasis, “something quite terrible happened.”

“Get on with it,” Rey demands.

“Commander Dameron, you see, was—”

“Poe! Poe? Is he all right? Where is he?” Finn flushes with heat like he’s just been slapped in the face, and he reaches out for the droid, but Rey grabs him by the shoulder and tugs him back.

“Commander Dameron is… Oh Maker, I’ve been trained to speak over three billion languages—including dead ones!—but I wasn’t trained for anything like this,” Threepio laments, flailing his arms. “Commander Dameron was hurt on base. This happened several weeks ago. He’s still in the medbay, recovering.”

“He’s hurt? And no one thought to tell us?” Finn yells.

Chewie growls threateningly at Threepio; Finn hasn’t quite got the hang of Wookieespeak down, but it’s probably something like ‘Just tell us what the kriff is going on.’

“General Organa did not wish to…burden you with the awful, awful news,” Threepio says, managing to somehow sound mournful. “Both she and Jedi Master Luke agreed to tell you when you returned to base.”

The sickening pit of dread that opens up in Finn’s stomach is a cool sweep, like the oceans on Ahch-To. The tides threaten to drag him under, but he just squeezes on Rey’s hand and anchors himself to her. He can feel her soft, warm presence curling around him.

“Can we see him?” Rey asks.

“I’m afraid he hasn’t been taking any visitors,” the droid says. “No one but General Organa has been allowed to see him since, since… Ah, well, since the incident occurred. Not even little BB-8!”

“He’ll see us,” Finn insists, tightening his grip on Rey’s hand to keep from lashing out at Threepio and throttling him until his stupid, shiny golden head pops off.

Killing the messenger would probably be frowned upon, and it’s not Threepio’s fault he had to be the bearer of bad news. Finn’s really got to get ahold of himself now, and pull himself back together. If not for his sake, then for Rey’s and Poe’s.

Threepio frets. “I don’t think—”

“Take us to see him,” Rey says calmly, so calmly Finn wonders if she’s trying to use mind control on the droid.

Threepio makes a chuffing noise that sounds a lot like a sigh. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The three of them follow Threepio and BB-8 to the medbay.

Oh man, poor Poe :( Really looking forward to the next part, anon!

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Just posted the next part downthread!

Not OP, but I'm so glad this is being filled!!! So good so far!

A!A

The next part's been posted!

I forgot to mention, if it wasn't obvious, both Finn and Rey were off training with Luke to become Jedis.

Mostly just friendship at this point, but there will likely be a bit of Poe/Finn and Rey/Finn later. Possible OT3 too.

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When they get to the medbay, General Organa is conversing with a medidroid in the hallway, a tight expression pinching at the corners of her mouth and eyes. The General’s face softens when she sees them approaching, and she waves the droid off.

“Rey, Finn,” she greets them, pulling both of them against her chest in an unexpected embrace. “How was your trip back?”

“It was fine, General,” Finn says, extricating himself gently to look her right in the eyes.

Finn knows the General’s eyes have seen countless battles, loved ones lost, death and destruction, but he doesn't think he’s ever seen her look this…this sad. He hadn’t been conscious when he was brought back to the base after Starkiller, so he hadn’t seen the grief in her eyes for Han, but he imagines that pain looked a lot like this.

“What happened to Poe?” Rey slices through Finn’s thoughts like a lightsaber, getting right to the point. He appreciates that about her, among other things. “Threepio wouldn’t tell us a thing.”

General Organa sighs and shakes her head. “A few weeks ago, Commander D—Poe was assaulted on-base. He was left with serious injuries. A few broken ribs, broken fingers, and internal bleeding.”

“Assault?” Rey’s spine stiffens and her tone grows brittle. “Oh, no. You don’t mean—”

General Organa nods, eyes glossing over with what appear to be tears, and Finn looks frantically between the two women. He feels like he’s missed out on something vital here.

“Yes,” Organa says, drawing in a deep, shaky breath. “Poe… He was raped. It was a Resistance soldier.”

Finn goes cold all over, goosebumps raising on his flesh under his warm cloak. In the First Order, they had no tolerance for rape; it was probably one of the only forms of assault Finn’s former superiors looked down on. If a ’trooper was caught assaulting a fellow ’trooper they were immediately decommissioned and tossed out of the airlock without so much as a trial.

Only scum, rebel scum, Resistance scum, General Hux’s ravings echo in Finn’s mind, would resort to such tactics. We have no use for that here.

How could something like this—something so vile the kriffing First Order frowned upon it—happen on the Resistance base? How could something like this happen to someone as good, someone as kind and generous and loving as Poe?

Why hadn’t Finn felt a disturbance in the Force? Why wasn’t he here to stop it?

“Finn, what’s going through your mind?” Rey asks softly, slipping her hand around his. The sleeve of her robe is coarse against the back of his hand and, oddly, the scratch of the fabric draws him out of his tumultuous thoughts.

“I need to see Poe,” Finn croaks, throat suddenly as dry as the sands of Jakku. He grips Rey’s hand tightly.

“He hasn’t been taking visitors,” General Organa says, flicking her wet eyes over Finn’s face. “But I will ask for you.”

Finn nods, unable to speak, and swallows past a growing lump in his throat. He doesn't dare try to speak. He is afraid of what might come out of his mouth. Instead, he lets Rey lead him to the medbay’s sterile white waiting room, where a thin, sallow-faced man in a brown uniform jacket—decorated with gleaming medals—sits with a holomag in his lap.

Finn scrutinizes him, reaches out with the fingers of his mind to probe. Could he be the monster who hurt Poe?

Rey jerks on his hand, pulling him out of the man’s thoughts abruptly. “Don’t,” she warns, curling closer into Finn’s side. “There will be time for that later.”

Finn pulls his hand free and rubs over his face. “I should have felt something,” he says into his palms. “I should have been able to feel it. Maybe I could have—”

“There’s nothing we could have done, Finn,” Rey says. “We’re both so new to this. When Starkiller blew, I hardly felt a ripple in the Force.”

Finn squeezes hands over his face hard enough that he sees bright red and yellow stars burst behind his eyelids. “That was different. They were your—our enemies. This is Poe.”

Rey rests her cheek against Finn’s shoulder. She reaches for his hand again and turns it over in her lap, palm facing upward. “I’ll ask Master Luke to help,” she says, tracing her fingertips over the lines on Finn’s palm. “He’ll know how to help Poe.”

“He won’t let Luke go into his mind,” Finn says, glancing down at their hands. He watches his fingers twitch, detachedly, as if from outside his body. “You know what Kylo Ren did to him on the Finalizer.”

“But Luke could—”

“No, I—we can’t ask him to go through that again,” Finn says firmly. “What could Luke even do? We don't even know the shape Poe is in.”

The doors leading to the medbay open with an exhale and General Organa emerges, her mouth thinned into a grim line. Doctor Kalonia follows, looking equally as dour.

“He’s asked to see Finn first,” the General says, offering Rey a small, apologetic smile.

Finn nods and jumps to his feet. He’s full of nervous energy now, and all he really wants to do is race into Poe’s room and throw himself into a full-body hug.

He just barely manages to not do that.

“Let’s do this,” Finn says. He glances down at Rey and pauses for a moment before slipping his robe off his shoulders and offering it out to her. “Hold onto this for me.”

Rey takes the robe and folds it against her chest. “I’ll be out here when you’re done,” she says.

Finn takes a few steps toward the medbay before stopping and turning, tipping his chin up to Rey. He stands up a little straighter, hopes he looks as confident and calm as he wishes he felt.

“Thank you,” he says, and then slips past Organa and Kalonia for Poe’s room.

Bookmarking this to read when it's complete.

op here! thanks so much for filling, i love it :D
i'm really invested already D:

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Just put up part 3, OP!

Let’s say Finn was wearing The Jacket under his Padawan robes. *handwaves*

There are descriptions of some of Poe’s injuries. If you think this could be potentially triggering, please don’t read any further!

Also there's some guilt on Finn's part. And tears. Sorry. T_____T

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Finn leans in the doorway of Poe's room and just watches, silently, as a fleet of efficient medidroids tends to him. One of the droids, a stocky, box-shaped thing, changes the bacta-bandages wrapped around Poe’s midsection and replaces them with a fresh set. Another helps Poe to sit up in his bed and unties the fastenings of his medbay gown with its claw-like pincers.

The gown slips form his shoulders and Finn fights off a wave of nausea that tightens its grip around his throat and threatens to overpower him. Poe’s bare back is a mess of deep purple bruises and scraped-raw skin. The droid changes the dressings on his back, replacing them with fresh bandages, and helps Poe slip his arms back into the sleeves of his gown. Finn notices then that the fingers of his right hand are set in a bulky plastoid cast, as is his left ankle.

Once they’re done, the droids file out of the room and shut the door behind them to give Finn and Poe a little privacy.

“Hey, buddy,” Poe rasps, sounding like he swallowed a bucket of nails.

“How are you?” Finn asks, shoving his shaky, suddenly clammy hands in the pockets of his jacket.

It’s a stupid question, but Finn can’t think of anything else to say.

What he really wants to say is, ‘I’m going to find whoever did this to you and show them what a stormtrooper’s capable of,’ but he doesn't think that would go over well with anyone, least of all Poe.

It’s not really his call to make, anyway. The rapist had already been caught and dealt with, according to General Organa. Finn hadn't pressed her for details, but he’d gathered it was a brutal, swift dispatching at the hands of Poe’s fellow pilots.

Good for them, he thinks. Only wish I’d been here to help.

“I’ve been better,” Poe says, settling back in his bed with a grimace. He tries to smile, but ends up pulling at the stitches in his lip. Poe clenches his uninjured hand in a fist for a moment, before opening his hand and relaxing his fingers. “I guess they told you what happened?”

“Got the gist,” Finn says, pushing himself away from the wall and approaching Poe’s bed slowly. “General Organa filled me and Rey in after we got back from Ahch-To.”

Poe sighs and closes his eyes. Finn notices the wetness on his cheeks and something twists painfully in his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Finn asks, appalled that Poe apparently thinks there are things he ought to be apologizing for.

Poe blinks his eyes open wearily. “I…I don’t know,” he says, turning his head away from Finn toward the blank white wall. Poe looks thoughtful, like he has something more he wants to say and just can’t quite get it out.

Finn looks around, gaze settling on a small stool, which he drags over to the side of Poe’s bed. It scrapes across the tiled floor and Poe flinches at the sound, but tries to hide it with a shrug. Finn offers him an apologetic smile, tries not to let it bother himself too much that Poe can’t seem to bring himself to smile back.

“So, um,” he says, sitting next to the bed and holding out his hand. He bounces his foot anxiously. “Can I… Can I hold your hand? Or would that be weird?”

Poe does manage a smile this time, one that almost makes it to his eyes, and reaches out, wrapping his hand loosely around Finn’s. “Not weird.”

“Okay. Good. That’s good. Not weird is good.” Finn knows he’s rambling now, but he’s nervous. He doesn’t know how to comfort people, not really. Certainly not with words.

When Rey woke up their first night together on Ahch-To with Master Luke, quaking with terror over some half-remembered dream, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, he took her in his arms and rubbed her back. Grasped her hand in his and let her anchor herself to him.

He wants so badly to hug Poe, but he just doesn’t know. Doesn’t know if Poe is ready for that. Doesn’t know if he’s ready for that.

So Finn turns Poe’s hand over in his until the palm is facing up, and traces his fingertips over his lifelines as Rey had done for him. It had comforted him; he hopes he can bring some sliver of comfort to Poe.

When he raises his head, Poe’s eyes are on their hands, following the movements of Finn’s fingers. For a moment, Finn panics, wonders if he’s making Poe uncomfortable.

“It’s fine,” Poe says, so quietly Finn can hardly hear him over the low hum of the machines he’s hooked up to. “It’s… You’re good, Finn. You’re good.”

Finn laughs and it catches in his throat, and he realizes, with a faint prick of shame, that he’s started crying. He rubs at his burning eyes with the bottom of the dust-and-motor-oil covered shirt he hadn’t bothered to change from, which only makes things worse. A painful wound opens in his chest, cuts like the jagged scar Kylo Ren dealt him on Starkiller.

He can’t fathom why he’s crying. This didn’t happen to him, he wasn’t the one who—who was—

Finn had wanted so badly to be strong for Poe, someone solid that Poe could lean on. And here he is, forcing Poe to comfort him. As if he's the one who really needs it.

Rather than dry Finn’s shameful tears, Poe’s attempts at comfort just make him cry even harder.

“I, I’m sorry,” he stammers, tugging away from Poe to rub his hands over his face. He forces out an awkward little sob of a laugh. “I’m sorry. Better get ahold of myself before I drown us both, huh?”

Poe sighs. “It’s okay, Finn.”

“It’s not okay. You need me to be—”

“I just need you to be here. And you are,” Poe says.

Finn drops his hands and looks at Poe through his tears. “But this isn’t about me. This happened to you and I should’ve been here and I wasn't, I shouldn't be—”

The corner of Poe’s mouth quirks up. “What you’re experiencing is commonly known as compassion. Sympathy. Which you seem to possess loads of, much to the consternation of the First Order,” he says dryly.

Finn sniffles miserably and wipes his nose on his jacket sleeve, which is a terrible miscalculation. He just ends up smearing tears and snot all over, which causes Poe to laugh hard enough that he splits another stitch in his lip. Poe plucks a tissue from a box on the table beside his bed and holds it out to Finn, who gratefully cleans himself up.

“Feeling better?” Poe asks, which Finn still finds ridiculous because, hello. Finn’s not the one laid up in medbay in a thin gown, with casts on his wrist and ankle, and bruises, cuts, scrapes, and stitches covering nearly every inch of his body.

He’s not the one who had something violently taken from him. Not this time.

“Yeah,” he says, sliding his hand back over Poe’s slowly, slow enough to give Poe a chance to pull away if he wants.

Poe doesn’t say anything. And he doesn't pull his hand away.

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TBC.

I read the first two parts and I couldn't stop thinking about it all day. I'm so glad this is updated and I can wait for more!

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A little Finn+Rey interlude before we get back to the angst. (Could probably be seen as Finn/Rey or pre-Finn/Rey.)

I ended up removing a line from the previous chapter about Poe's attacker being killed because Finn and Leia hadn't actually had a chance to discuss it. I think in the next part we'll find out a little about what happened while Finn and Rey were training, and move on to the recovery aspect.

I'd also like to point out that future parts will most likely deal with Poe's unresolved trauma stemming from Kylo Ren's mind-invasion, as well as Finn's own trauma due to his stormtrooper upbringing.

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Though they both get their own rooms on the base—one of the many perks of being connected to Master Luke and, therefore, also connected to General Organa, apparently—Finn bunks with Rey in her room that night.

Honestly, if he’d had a say in the matter, he’d probably have just grabbed a chair and just slept beside Poe’s bed in the medbay. Rey points out that it’ll be bad for his still-mending back, though—and she does have a point—and asks him to stay with her instead. Her room is closer to the medbay than Finn’s, anyway.

Rey insists that Finn take the bed, on account of his back, so he sits on the mattress and watches her as she spreads a blanket out on the floor. He feels a twinge of guilt that he pushes down.

“You know, we could share the bed,” he tells her, legs dangling off the edge. He scuffs his heels against the floor.

Rey darts in behind him and grabs a pillow from under his back. “How did you do it back with the First Order?” she asks, ignoring his offer, instead holding the pillow against her chest. “Did you have barracks? Or rooms of your own?”

Finn shrugs and reclines, gently, against a soft mound of pillows, careful to leave just enough space for Rey to squeeze in next to him if she wants. “We didn’t really sleep,” he says. “We had to stay alert at most times, so we just… I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Even when we were technically sleeping, it always felt like I was, on some level, fully conscious.”

Rey nods, then glances down at her blanket and pillow. “I never had anybody to sleep with, besides this doll I made myself out of straw and bits of an old pilot’s uniform I scavenged from a wreck. I called her Dosmit.”

Finn looks at her. She’s sitting cross-legged on the blanket, silhouetted in the dark, hands resting in her lap. He’d grown up surrounded by other people—other stormtroopers, superior officers who looked at him with either contempt or disappointment—he was never allowed to know. Certainly not on an intimate level. Rey too had grown up profoundly alone, with only a hand-stitched doll as her company.

He pats the empty space next to him and Rey slides in beside him without a word.

Finn loops an arm around her shoulders and closes his eyes, sighing deeply.

He thinks of Poe, alone too, in that sterile medbay room, with no one but a droid to keep him company. Poe who lost his mother at such a young age, and left his family home when he was hardly older than Rey to enlist in the New Republic Starfleet.

He thinks of Poe. Scared. Injured. Bleeding and alone.

“Your thoughts are very loud tonight,” Rey says, burrowing against his chest and tucking her head into the space where his neck and shoulder meet.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the top of her head.

“You don’t have to apologize. It doesn’t bother me… Maybe you’d like to talk about it,” she says. “About Poe.”

“You hardly know him,” Finn says.

It’s not an accusation, simply a fact. Poe and Rey had only exchanged a handful of words—friendly words, surely, because neither Poe nor Rey were anything but friendly—before Rey went off to Ahch-To to train with Master Luke. A few months later, Finn woke from his coma and went to join her.

“You’re right, I don’t know him very well. But he’s your friend, and you’re my friend. And I hope, once he’s out of the medbay, he and I can become friends too,” Rey says.

Finn tightens his arm around her shoulders and squeezes his eyes shut hard. For the second time that day, his eyes itch with tears he tries not to shed.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” Finn mumbles. “Really lucked out on the whole ‘friend’ thing.”

“If you did, then so did I. So did Poe,” Rey says.

Finn sighs deeply, and breathes in the clean, vaguely soapy scent of her hair. “Maybe…maybe tomorrow they’ll let us see Poe together,” he says.

“Maybe,” Rey agrees.

He closes his eyes and, for the first time in what seems like years, he’s at peace. Finn tumbles headlong into a thankfully dreamless sleep shortly after.

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TBC.

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Previous part here: http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/1841.html?thread=4134961#cmt4134961

SUBTEXT!! THERE’S SUBTEXT!! (Sort of, I guess.)

General TW - this fill deals with the aftermath of rape/sexual violence. Brief mentions of Finn's stormtrooper experiences/trauma. I'm still planning on bringing in Finn's brainwashing trauma and Poe's past mind-invasion/torture, as well as Finn's growing disillusionment with the Resistance, among other things.

I think I've mentally placed these last two scenes about three days after the scene where Poe gets out of medbay.

Also I suspect everyone has overdue visits to on-base psychiatrists in their future.

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The second Poe opens his bedroom door to Finn and ushers him in without a word—just a slow, tired sweep of his arm—Finn comes to the sinking realization that he hasn’t interrupted Poe’s sleep, or anything close to it. Judging by the dark rings around Poe’s eyes, he hasn’t been able to sleep for some time.

Poe turns his back on Finn, mumbling half-hearted apologies about the sloppy state of his quarters. There’s a mound of dirty, grease-stained flight-suits, vests, and boots piled on a bed Poe clearly hasn’t been sleeping in, stacks of dirty plates and half-empty cups of what Finn hopes is caf left on a grimy counter, and crinkled flimsi food wrappers and containers left on every available surface.

Finn shuts the door quietly behind him and takes in the state of disarray, with a soft sigh.

“Poe,” Finn starts, staring at the center of his back.

“I know, I know,” Poe says, lifting a hand, waving off Finn’s protest before he can even begin to voice it. “I wasn’t expecting any guests.”

He turns back to Finn and offers him an empty-eyed smile. It hurts Finn to see it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Finn asks.

Poe dips his head and sweeps a hand through his unwashed curls. He chuffs out a breathy laugh before lifting his head and looking Finn directly in the eyes. Finn finds himself straightening his posture, lifting his chin, clicking his heels together out of habit. Poe’s shoulders deflate a little at that.

“I don’t know. I don’t think there’s anything you can do,” he says, and it strikes Finn that, rather than try to dissuade him from helping, like he did earlier, Poe is being honest with him now.

Finn crosses his arms over his chest and scuffs the sole of his slipper on the carpet, which sounds different under his foot, not as rough and scratchy. He looks down and realizes Poe’s replaced—had someone else replace?—the old coarse gray carpet replaced with something softer. He hazards a glance at Poe’s bed; as he suspects, it’s a completely new durasteel bedframe.

“I want to at least get a chance to try and help,” Finn says, swallowing past a lump in his throat that presses painfully on his Adam’s apple.

The unwelcome pressure reminds him a bit of his stormtrooper helmet, and how it squeezed uncomfortably on his throat sometimes. Finn’s heart aches in his chest and his palms grow slick with sweat all of a sudden. He wipes them off on his cotton sleep pants.

Poe turns and leans back against the footboard of his bed. His dark gaze is penetrating and it makes Finn feel itchy and squirmy in his own skin, as if Poe is looking through him, right into his heart.

“This isn’t your mess to fix, Finn,” Poe says. His voice sounds as scraped raw as the discolored, scabby skin on the side of his face.

“You’re not a mess,” Finn says, because it seems like the right thing to say. Because Poe isn’t a mess. Because Poe is his friend and he’s hurting and someone should at least try to help.

Finn moves closer, reaches out tentatively to touch his fingertips against the back of Poe’s hand, which rests limply against his thigh. Poe doesn't finch or move away, so Finn strokes his thumb gently over the knob of Poe’s wristbone.

He notices some marks, some strafing there on Poe’s wrists and he feels, for a moment, that he might get sick all over Poe’s new carpet. But he doesn’t, and he’s proud of himself for that. Proud of himself for managing to put his own discomfort aside for Poe’s sake.

Finn curls his fingers around Poe’s wrist, keeping his grip loose should Poe want to pull away.

Poe sighs and he’s right there, his warm breath puffing against Finn’s neck, and Finn hadn’t realized he’d closed that much distance between them. He’d just been focused on touching, bringing some comfort if he could. Poe hasn’t pushed him away, but he hasn’t pulled him closer either.

Finn holds himself very still now, fingers still loose around Poe’s wrist.

Back in the early days, when he was still training, Finn had tried to comfort his fellow ’troopers when he could, when Phasma wasn't on the prowl. It didn’t always go well. Sometimes he’d get slugged for his efforts—his left ear still rings sometimes, thanks to the butt-end of a blaster he took to the side of the head when he tried to hug Zeroes after a particularly rough hand-to-hand combat lesson—and sometimes he’d be laughed at or pushed away.

Sometimes he’d get caught. He still has scars on the soles of his feet from the time Hux caught him consoling Slip after a poor showing at the shooting range. Hux was always more brutal than Phasma in doling out punishment for indiscretions, something about making an example of the offenders for their fellow stormtroopers’ sakes. Phasma seemed content to just stare you down from behind her impassive chromium mask, communicating all her anger and bone-deep disappointment with a mere tilt of the head and cock of the hip, before sending you on your way.

The only one in his unit who didn’t lash out or push him away or tell on him to Phasma or Hux was Slip, really. Slip wasn’t exactly friendly, but Finn never took the butt-end of his blaster to the face, so he figured that had to count for something.

He must be doing something right, now, anyway, because Poe’s breathing seems to have slowed. It’s no longer blowing against his neck in quick, panicky puffs.

Poe dips his ahead and his stiff, disheveled curls brush coarsely against Finn’s jawline.

“I—I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” Poe says, his flat tone sending a cold spike of something down Finn’s back, between his shoulder blades, lower to the base of his spine. “But Finn, you don’t have to do this because you feel like—like you owe me. Like you’re obligated to.”

Finn steps back a little, pulling his hand away from Poe’s wrist, and grips him by the shoulders. “Look at me, Poe,” he says. Poe’s staring resolutely at the ground and Finn gives him a gentle shake. When Poe meets his eyes, Finn continues. “You’re right. I don’t owe you my friendship. I don’t owe you anything.”

Poe’s expression goes carefully blank. Finn doesn't like that look on his face, wishes he could use his fingers to smooth out the crease forming between Poe’s brows. Wishes he could cup Poe’s face in his hands and kiss the frown off his mouth. But that’s not what Poe needs right now. More than anything, Poe needs a friend, someone who will just listen. Finn tucks that prickly urge away somewhere at the back of his mind, to be examined at a later date.

“Poe.” Finn stops, closes his eyes briefly, takes a breath before soldiering on. “What I’m saying is… I’m not offering because I feel like I owe you for—for helping me escape in a stolen TIE or giving me a jacket or a nickname or whatever. I’m offering because I care about you.”

“I don’t want to add on to what you’re already dealing with,” Poe protests, reaching up to slide his rough palms over Finn’s hands on his shoulders. His eyes are glassy and rimmed with red but his cheeks are completely dry and his breath hitches and his hands tremble lightly over Finn’s. Finn wonders how much it’s costing Poe right now to not let himself cry. “You got lightsabered in the back by kriffing Kylo Ren less than half a year ago, went through months of grueling physical therapy, started training to be a Jedi… You’ve got more than enough on your plate already. You don’t need to add to it by babysitting a headcase.”

“You’re trying to push me away,” Finn says.

“I’m not, I swear. I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll end up regretting later.” Poe sighs and close his eyes again. “I don’t want to take you away from what you should be doing.”

“What should I be doing?” Finn asks.

“Training with Luke. Being… Kriff, Finn, being a kid. Just being a twenty-three year old kid with the entire universe at his fingertips. Being with Rey,” Poe says, opening his eyes slowly, so slowly, like Finn’s just roused him out of a deep, deep slumber.

“I can do all that and help you too,” Finn says, firmly. He stands up a little taller—ignores the tight pull of skin where his scar is—and holds his head high. The way he used to when Phasma came by to inspect his unit. “I’m not gonna stretch myself too thin, or whatever it is you’re worried about.”

Poe sighs again. “Should’ve figured you wouldn't budge on this,” he says, quirking the corner of his mouth. “But you really should go back to your quarters. Rey’s probably worried about you.”

“I told her I was coming to see you,” Finn says. “She’s worried about you too, Poe. I mean, we haven't exactly been, like, gossiping about you, but I can sense the worry hanging around her.”

Poe rubs a hand over his face. “I’ll have to tell her not to worry so much then,” he groans.

“You can, but I doubt it’d do much good,” Finn says, offering Poe a wide smile, the big friendly one that dazzles the women—and men—on-base.

Poe cracks a smile too, and something warm and runny opens up in Finn’s chest. It flows through him, fizzy and pleasant, and he takes Poe’s hand in his, hoping he can pass off some of this feeling to him. Poe laces his fingers with Finn’s for a moment before pulling his hand free and gesturing to the door.

“Go on. You need your sleep too,” Poe says.

Finn looks at the door, then back at Poe. “I could stay here,” he suggests, shoving his hands—suddenly itching to hold onto something—in his pockets. “If you’re okay with that.”

Poe’s whole body sags at that, all the tension leaking out of him. “I haven’t been able to sleep since I got out of medbay,” he admits, laughing wearily.

“Might help to have someone you trust with you,” Finn says, offering Poe a more genuine, hopeful smile now.

Poe returns it, eyes crinkling. “It might,” he says, then the smile fades away, slowly. “But what about Rey?”

“If you want, you guys can work out a schedule between yourselves,” Finn says, smirking, extending an arm to Poe. “Beside, Rey’s been hoarding me the last couple nights. It’s your turn now. She won’t mind.”

“I don’t want to get in the way,” Poe says, glancing at Finn uncertainly, taking a few small steps toward him, then faltering like a powered down droid. “If I caused problems for you, I would never be able—”

“Trust me. It’s okay,” Finn says, opening his hand, holding his palm out. “It’s okay, Poe.”

Something steels Poe’s spine and his reserve, and he accepts Finn’s offered hand. Finn pulls him into a hug, keeps his arms loose around Poe in case he changes his mind.

Poe doesn't change his mind.

They stay like that, curled into a tight embrace in the middle of Poe’s room—Finn thinks he’ll suggest to Poe that he request a change of quarters tomorrow morning, maybe—until Finn starts yawning and tears prick the corners of his eyes.

Laughing, Poe slides his fingers into Finn’s and pulls him over to the bed. Together, they clear off the dirty clothes and gear, dumping it all on the floor, and crawl into bed.

After feeling around for a comfortable position, Poe climbs over Finn and fits himself against the curve of Finn’s back.

“Is this okay?” Poe asks.

“Yeah,” Finn says, pressing back a little. Poe’s chest is a solid warmth against his scar, through the thin layer of his t-shirt.

“Okay. Goodnight, Finn.” Poe drapes an arm over Finn’s waist. “Thank you.”

Finn wraps a hand around Poe’s and pulls it against his chest. “Anytime,” Finn murmurs.

He closes his eyes and drifts off to Poe’s soft, even breaths, drifts off to Poe’s warmth against his back, to Poe’s hand pressing against his thundering heartbeat.

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TBC

So sad, but so sweet <3, You're really doing an awesome job with this. Can't wait for more.

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Thanks for following/commenting! :) Next part'll be up soonish. Maybe later tonight.

I'm following this story to the point of bookmarking and always checking for updates. Yay for more stormpilot progress.

I'm just curious on the identity of the one who assault Poe..a human? Alien? (Poe's condition of injuries seem like he was attacked and mauled by a ferocious beast)
And what triggered the attack? A rejected admirer? Jealous ex? A total psychopath who lusted after him? Poe's enemy?

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Wow! I'm extremely flattered. Thanks!

And, those are all great questions which will be addressed...at some point! Promise! Finn's going to start really processing what's happened, and do some digging. I think when Luke finally arrives, and Finn's not able to spend as much time with Poe, he'll take a moment to look into what actually happened.

Re. the severity of the injuries, tbh I'm considering retconning a bit here because I drifted away from my initial idea. Originally, it was going to be Poe getting jumped in the hangar by multiple attackers and getting beaten up, while the rape was a separate attack by a member of the group that assaulted him. But I ended up scrapping that idea.

tl;dr - thanks for following along and leaving a comment, much appreciated

Just some Finn/Poe and Finn/Rey morning cuddles.

Next part, Finn will most likely do some digging into Poe's attack and really start to process. And his guilt at not being able to do more will fully give way to anger.

*somewhere Obi-Wan shakes his fist at the sky*

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Finn comes into wakefulness slowly, like he’s emerging from a bacta tank, disoriented and slippery and shivering cold. The world around him is fuzzy, indistinct. It reminds him a bit of the time he actually came out of a bacta tank, a few months after the events on Starkiller Base.

As he rolls onto his back and stares up at the plain white ceiling, he realizes he’s not sure where he is. He knows that he’s not in his room or Rey’s—then everything floods back, sweeping over him. Finn rolls onto his side to face Poe, who’d ended up curled around a pillow on the far end of his bed during the night.

Poe’s clutching the pillow against his chest, eye squinched shut, curls plastered to his forehead and the sides of his face. He stirs faintly and his eyelids twitch, but his breathing remains slow and even, so Finn lets him be.

The scrapes and cuts and bruises on Poe’s face have faded a bit more, going from a deep burgundy to brown, with a little yellow at the edges. Something that feels an awful lot like relief washes over Finn in a cool wave.

He curls in a little closer, shuts his eyes, and lets his forehead rest lightly against Poe’s. His forehead is damp with a thin sheen of sweat, and their noses bump. Poe hums a little, something lilting and unfamiliar, before moving the pillow aside and pulling Finn closer. Finn pushes his forehead into the side of Poe’s neck and winces when Poe hisses in pain.

“G’morning,” he mumbles, running a hand in gentle circles on Poe’s side. “Sorry about that.”

“ ’s fine,” Poe says, hooking his foot around Finn’s ankle. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, I guess,” he says. “If I had any dreams, I don’t remember them. How about you?”

“Not great, but better than before,” Poe says, flicking his eyes away from Finn’s face. He rubs his cold foot on Finn’s shin and Finn jerks away.

“You’re an icicle,” Finn mutters accusingly, grabbing Poe’s pillow and swatting him gently on the head with it.

“And you’re radiating with the heat of a thousand suns,” Poe says, pushing the pillow out of his face. He grins at Finn, a familiar, well-worn, honest mile that makes Finn’s insides twist. “Mind sharing a little of that warmth?”

“Not at all, but c’mere, you’ve gotta…” Finn takes Poe’s hands in his and rubs them. He draws them to his lips and blows across Poe’s raw knuckles.

When he chances a glance back at Poe, Poe’s watching him with an inscrutable look on his face, a faint line forming between his brows. For a moment, Finn panics, wondering if he’s crossed some boundary he shouldn’t have crossed, wonders if he’s upset Poe, brought back bad memories. Finn’s stomach twists, unpleasantly this time, and he pulls away to get out of the bed, put some space between them, but Poe reaches out and catches him by the hand before he can.

“It’s good. You’re good,” he says. His voice is soft, almost sweet. His eyes are half-lidded, and his dark lashes fans over his cheeks.

Finn’s insides twist even more.

“Are you sure?” Finn looks down at their hands, uncertainly.

“Yeah.” Poe squeezes on Finn’s hand as if to prove a point.

“Okay.” Finn settles back down next to Poe and works on smoothing out his heartbeat.

“Thanks.” Poe curls a finger around Finn’s thumb and tugs. “For everything.”

“It’s nothing. I’m just doing what anyone else would do,” Finn protests, wrapping his hands around Poe’s.

“Not just anyone,” Poe says solemnly.

Finn goes silent and still, waits for him to finish that thought, but he doesn't elaborate and so Finn lets it go.

“Rey and I have lessons today,” Finn says, pushing aside a slight twinge of guilt. “Master Luke is arriving tomorrow, and we’ve been putting off our lessons and meditations since we got back and—”

“It’s fine,” Poe says, propping himself up on his elbow and tucking his fist under his chin. “Don’t worry about it.”

Finn chews nervously on his bottom lip. Poe’s eyes flicker, for just a moment. “You’re sure?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” Poe says with a grin.

A few minutes later, Finn manages to drag himself out of bed and down a series of long corridors which lead back to Rey’s room. She’s already wide awake and—unsurprisingly—meditating on a circle-shaped rug in the center of her room.

Finn closes the door noiselessly behind him and lean back against it to watch her. A smooth, polished gray stone floats overhead, wobbling only slightly.

“Good morning,” Finn says, unable to help a slight smirk when the stone drops to the floor with a solid thud.

Rey blinks her eyes open and turns to glare at Finn. “You ruined my concentration,” she huffs, but he can tell he’s not really upset with him. Her scowl softens into a small smile. “How’s Poe doing?”

“All right, I guess,” Finn says, pushing himself away from the door. He ambles over to the bed and throws himself down on it, face first. “I mean, he could just be putting on a brave face, for all I know.”

“True,” Rey allows. He hears the rustle of fabric and raises his head; Rey’s gotten up and she sits herself next to Finn, cross-legged. She touches his back—over the scar—and rubs gently. “Sometimes that’s all one can do. Put on a mask and face the world.”

“He shouldn’t have to,” Finn says, pressing his face into the wrinkled comforter.

“No, he shouldn’t. No one should have to," Rey says, uncoiling beside Finn on the bed. She reaches out to touch his back again. “But we do what we can with what we have. He’s doing his best. As are you. As am I.”

“I wish I could do more.” Finn scoots loser to Rey, until he’s close enough to bury his face in her shoulder.

Finn feels Rey’s arm curl up, around him, hold him close. Her chin digs into the back of his head and it’s an uncomfortable fit, but somehow it makes him feel better.

“I know. So do I.” Rey’s hand moves over his scar in gentle passes, and the knotty feeling in his stomach loosens and falls away completely. “We do what we can.”

“We do,” Finn agrees.

They stay like that, curled around one another, silent but for their breathing, until it’s time for morning lessons.

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op here (sorry i haven't said anything in so long) i still reaaaallly love what you're doing and i'm really excited for the next part :D i hope finn is going to find out who hurt poe :(

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Hey, OP, thanks for the note! Glad you're still enjoying this. :D Finn's going to try, at the very least. Haven't decided if he'll actually be successful, and what he may do if he doe find Poe's attacker.

This scene is admittedly filler for the next scene.

Luke's advice is probably not the most sound.

Enjoy the cliffhanger. Next part is already done (I actually wrote it before this part) but it needs a bit more tweaking. Thanks for sticking this out, everyone who's still hanging around!

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Finn and Rey conduct their morning lessons with Master Luke observing via commlink. He criticizes their form, compliments their concentration, praises them for how far they’ve both advanced in the days the three of them have been apart.

“I’m pleased. Quite pleased,” comes Master Luke’s thin, reedy voice.

Finn looks over at the tiny holoimage of their teacher and flashes him a thumb’s up sign he knows Master Luke can’t see.

“Thank you, Master Luke,” Rey speaks up from her spot on the carpet next to Finn. She’s still contorted into knots, and sweat runs in rivulets down the sides of her face and onto the floor. “We both miss you very much.”

“Yeah. How long until you get here?” Finn asks, stretching his arms over his head until his back aches.

“I’ll be arriving tonight,” he says. His holoimage flickers slightly, like the wick of a candle. Master Luke’s forehead creases and he tips his head up, as if feeling for a disturbance in the Force. Apparently he finds none, and he settles for smoothing his robes over his legs. “You two possess much anger and hate.”

“What?” Rey topples over and unfolds herself, sitting up slowly. “What do you mean?”

“You’re both in conflict,” Master Luke says. The holoimage flickers out completely, before blinking back into existence. He turns toward Finn, his lined face somber and grave. “Especially you, Finn.”

“I—I’m not! I promise,” Finn insists.

“I can sense the turmoil in you over the commlink,” their teacher says. “Both of you have a capacity for the Light and the Dark. They will call to you. It is your job to listen to the Light. To deny the Dark and lock it away.”

“Of—of course, Master Luke,” Finn stammers. “But I don’t understand—”

“Your unending well of empathy is your greatest gift, Finn, it’s what set you apart from the First Order,” Master Luke continues, “but it can also be your greatest weakness. It can tempt you to the Dark side.”

After they end the communication with perfunctory farewells, Finn sits in the center of the room, on Rey’s carpet, and lets Master Luke’s unsettling words wash over him like a wave. He feels tugged down by gravity, by the weight of his words. And, as much as he wants to deny it, there’s a ring of truth there, too.

He has been angry lately.

“It’s fine, Finn. He’s just trying to prepare you,” Rey says, attempting to comfort him, but he shakes his head. “I’m sure he doesn't mean you’ll fall.”

“He’s right though. I have been angry,” he admits, cheeks growing hot with shame. He lowers his head, unable to meet Rey’s eye. “I want to find whoever hurt Poe and—and run through them with a lightsaber. Sometimes I dream about it. Sometimes I wake up with the smell of burnt flesh in my nostrils.”

Rey sits next to him in a graceless heap. “That’s okay,” she says, touching his shoulder. “Poe is your friend. Of course you’d want to protect him.”

Finn glances at her, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth. “I wish I could understand…”

“What?” she asks.

Anything. Everything. Why Poe? Why here, on the Resistance base? Why not someplace awful, evil, and cruel, like the First Order? Why not to someone awful, evil, and cruel—someone who is not Poe. But Finn’s stomach clenches with guilt at those thoughts, so he doesn't let any of them escape the tip of his tongue.

Finn scrubs his hand over his face, settles for: “In the First Order, rape was about the one thing they didn't condone.”

Rey gives him a curious look but stays silent, waiting for him to continue.

“Hux said it was disgusting, beneath us. Shameful acts only lawless Resistance scum partook in,” Finn says, with a rusty laugh. It burns down his throat like the bitter restoratives he had to choke down while he was confined to a cot in the medcenter all those months ago. “I laughed then, too. I thought it was ridiculous. But I guess Hux was right, huh?”

Rey closes a kind hand on his shoulder, very near the thin scar caused by the quillons of Kylo Ren’s lightsaber. It aches now. “Humanoids have a terrible capacity for cruelty, for evil,” she says, pausing, swallowing, and then continuing. “As well as an unfathomable capacity for good. Evil and good exist in all of us. Sometimes the evil…”

Finn suddenly feels ill. He thinks Rey can feel it too, because she jerks her hand back and stares at him, eye wide, mouth falling open in a frightened 'O.'

“I have to go check on Poe,” Finn chokes out.

She simply nods. “I feel it too. Go.”

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