tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #2

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!

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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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Thanks for the comment, and glad you're enjoying (??? not sure if enjoying is the right word, considering the subject matter) it so far! :)

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.

Shortish part for today.

As mentioned in a previous part, I went and retconned myself re. Poe's attacker. He won't be a character in this story but he/his ultimate fate will probably be mentioned in a future part.

Also, I'm just going to put a general TW on this thing. There are no graphic descriptions of sexual assault and it's unlikely there will be any, but this story will deal with the aftermath of sexual assault and recovery, past torture, past non-consensual telepathy/interrogation, and PTSD, as well as other themes.

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A few days later, Poe’s well enough to be discharged from the medbay.

Finn volunteers himself to help Poe to his room, and tries his best to act like it doesn't bother him when Poe clutches a little too tightly on his arm, or barely manages to conceal a pained whimper. He’s not sure if he succeeds.

It’s not that Finn is upset on his own behalf, and it’s not that he’s inconvenienced or anything like that. Rather, every time Poe’s breath catches in a painful hitch because Finn’s accidentally brushed his hand against a tender spot on his back or side, every time Poe’s knees buckle, just a little bit, from the pain, Finn’s stomach ties itself into knots.

He’s left alternating between wanting to comfort Poe, smooth away the worry line that forms between his eyebrows, and wanting to lash out. Wanting to find the person who did this to Poe and rend them limb from limb.

I could do it, Finn thinks grimly, as he lets them into Poe’s room, I could tear that monster apart with only my hands. And then Rey would help me hide the body parts. Maybe we’d go back to Jakku. Bury it in the sand where no one would ever think to look for it.

“What’s on your mind, buddy?” Poe’s voice is suddenly close to Finn’s ear, breathy, winded, hurt.

Finn manages to shove him into the room—gently—and close the door behind them with the heel of his boot, all without taking his hands off Poe’s shoulders.

“Nothing,” he lies. “Lights on.”

Poe’s room is instantly bathed in a warm, golden glow.

Finn notes the thin layer of dust that covers everything, from the little X-Wing models on Poe’s bookshelves to BB-8’s charger port next to Poe’s bed to the bed itself, its sheets still rumpled, the coverlet and sheets in a twisted lump at the foot of the bed.

Poe lets out a breath in a sharp whistle, and Finn stiffens beside him. His eyes linger on the sheets. He feels Poe practically vibrating out of his skin next to him.

“Poe? Are you—”

“Would you mind…helping me with this?” Poe asks, squeezing gently on Finn’s shoulder.

“Anything,” Finn says without thinking, like helping Poe has been hardwired into him. But maybe it has.

“I haven’t been here since the, uh… The incident,” Poe stammers, letting his hand slip away from Finn’s shoulder. He gestures to the bed and the tangled covers. “The sheets need to… Ah. You know what, I can just ask Threepio to help me with this inst—”

Understanding slices through him like a lightsaber blade cutting through tendons, muscle, and bone.

“No, no. It’s fine,” Finn says, his stomach filling with ice.

For a moment, he feels like he’s back on Starkiller Base in the snow, face and eyes stinging from the cold. Rey lying motionless against the base of a great tree. Kylo Ren waiting in the shadows for him. Static fills his mind, and red dances at the edges of his peripheral vision before Finn shakes his head, once, to chase the memories away.

Finn draws in a steadying breath, strides forward and grabs the sheets and coverlet, bundling them in his arms. “I’ll take this to… There’s gotta be a trash compactor around here somewhere,” he says, glancing sidelong at Poe.

Poe turns toward him, looks at him full-on with such tenderness and gratitude that it makes Finn’s heart clench in his chest like a fist.

“Appreciate it,” Poe says, though it comes out more like a sigh.

Finn musters up a smile for Poe, and goes to dispose of the bedsheets.

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TBC

Poor Poe! Hang in there, buddy!

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Love this! Can't wait for more.

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The next part's up!

So I have no idea how long this will actually turn out to be. There are still some things I want to touch on that I haven't gotten to yet.

I don't know how I feel about this part, but I just hope I'm doing this prompt/these characters justice.

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When Finn lets himself back into Poe’s room, a short while later, Poe is sitting against the wall, taking in shallow, shaky breaths. His legs are drawn up to his chest and his forehead is pressed into his knees. Finn’s stomach drops straight down like a heavy, sinking stone.

“Poe?” Finn lets the door whoosh shut behind him and he’s at Poe’s side in an instant. He reaches out for him, hesitating for a moment, hand hovering over Poe’s trembling shoulder.

Poe lifts his head and offers Finn a wavering smile. He has creases on his forehead from the wrinkles on his trousers. “Sorry. I’m good,” he says, shakily, an obvious lie that Finn chooses to let slide.

Finn brushes his fingertips lightly over Poe’s shoulder before letting his arm drop against his side. “Uh, do you need anything? Like, water or something to eat? Um, do you wanna lie down?”

Poe shakes his head and shoves his hands through his curls. “No. I just… I’m fine. I bet you and Rey have training you should be doing. You don’t need to stay with me,” he says. He sits back heavily and tilts his head back until it bangs against the wall.

Finn falls back on his haunches in front of Poe and rests his hands on his thighs. “We won’t be picking up the rest of our training until Master Luke arrives from Ahch-To,” he explains. “We came separately, just in case the First Order was tracking us. He should be arriving in a few days, so I’m completely free until then.”

Poe looks at Finn, a sad little imitation of smile creeping onto his face, as if he hadn’t wanted to hear that. Did he not want Finn around?

Considering everything that Poe’s been through in such a short span of time, Finn can’t blame him for wanting to be alone, but still. The thought of Poe here in this room, alone, makes something in Finn’s chest twinge. Maybe Poe wouldn’t mind coming to bunk with Finn for a little while—

But, again, it’s not about Finn. Not this time. He’s gotta respect Poe’s wishes.

“If you—if you wanna be alone, that’s cool too, that’s totally cool,” Finn says, flashing at Poe what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

A muscle in Poe’s cheek twitches, minutely. “Look,” he says, gently. He splays a hand over the nubby gray carpet. “Look,” he says again, drawing in a deep—weary, resigned—breath. “You don’t have to take care of me, Finn. It’s not your responsibility. I’m not—”

“You’re my friend,” Finn can’t help but interrupt. “And—and I’m sorry, and…I don’t know. I just want to help.”

“You don’t have to put your life on hold,” Poe says, not looking at Finn. He drags his fingers through the carpet’s rough pile and it makes this scratching sound that sends a shiver down Finn’s back.

“I’m not, though,” Finn says, gripping his knees until his fingers are digging in painfully. “I won’t. I promise. When Master Luke shows up to kick off the next phase of his Jedi training program, you probably won’t see much of me. But he’s not here yet. And something is telling me this is where I’m supposed to be right now.”

Finn wants to just make everything right so badly, and he doesn’t know where to even begin. Doesn’t know if it’s even possible for him to right so many wrongs. If the Force could just give him a sign—kriff, if the Force could just fix things for him, that’d be great. But that’s not how the Force works.

He might be training to become a Jedi, but he’s still just learning his place in this world, learning where he slots in with the Resistance. Where he slots into Poe’s life.

Poe looks at Finn, searching for something, though Finn isn’t sure what he’s looking for. Finn can’t help but map the bruises and scrapes on the side of Poe’s face, deep red and purple marks that are finally beginning to fade. His eyes trace the bloody seam in Poe’s bottom lip, skim over the yellowing marks at his collarbone and neck where his shirt’s slipped down a little bit.

Finn’s stomach lurches and if he’d eaten lunch he probably would have lost it then. Right there on Poe’s ugly gray carpet.

“Finn,” Poe says. The way he says his name is all wrong, it sounds wounded.

“If the person who did this is still—still here. Still alive and breathing, and you’d like them to not be alive and breathing,” Finn says to the empty space between them, not quite sure exactly what he’s offering. “Just ask. And I’ll do it. I’ll take care of it. I can be quiet and efficient. No one will have to know.”

“Finn,” Poe says.

“Just ask,” he says again.

“I won’t,” Poe says fervently. He sounds like he does when he’s about to go off on a passionate speech about the Resistance or General Organa or how much he loves flying. Right now, Finn thinks he’d do anything Poe asked of him. “I will never ask anything like that of you. Never.”

Finn nods, lifts his eyes to Poe’s, nods again. “Okay.”

It feels like the air’s been sucked out of the room, into the vacuum of space.

Poe just sits there and breathes loudly for a few moments. Finn paces his own breaths to Poe’s.

Then: “I’m kriffin’ starving. You?”

“I haven’t eaten anything all day,” Finn admits, mostly to his hands, which are back on his knees, clenching hard enough that they ache. He lets go, flexes some feeling back into his fingers.

“Then let’s go.” Poe pushes himself carefully to his feet and holds a hand out to Finn.

Finn looks at his hand, at the lines on his palm, before lacing their fingers together and letting Poe help him to his feet.

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TBC

Oh this is so good. I'm aching all over here, waiting for the next installment!

Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)

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Vengeful Finn is my favourite flavour of Finn.

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Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)

(Anonymous) - 2016-02-08 07:08 (UTC) - Expand

Finn deals with some guilt in this part. Gonna start unpacking his issues—and Poe's—soonish, I think. (And we're gonna get back to the details in the prompt too. Really want to deal with Finn's disillusionment in the Resistance.)

Finn and Rey are bedsharing, but this is still gen.

TW scary dreams. Kylo Ren.

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Finn’s back on Starkiller Base, on his hands and knees in the snow, and that’s his first clue that this is a dream.

The second clue is that Poe’s there too, unconscious, sprawled on his back next to Finn.

There’s a trail of bright red blood—as bright and red as Kylo Ren’s lightsaber—that twists and winds through the otherwise immaculate white snow.

Finn manages to push himself up onto his knees. When he makes an attempt to get to his feet, his legs buckle and he collapses back on his hands and knees.

“Poe. Poe.”

He tries to crawl closer, but suddenly he’s frozen in place. Finn tries desperately to lift a hand, to reach out and touch Poe, to reassure him that he’s not alone, but something’s not connecting. The impulses aren’t getting from Finn’s brain to his hand.

Dangerous, crackling energy hums all around him and he tries to move toward the sound, but he can’t. And now, he realizes why he can’t.

Red flashes at the edge of his line of sight. Suddenly, the tight grip on his muscles loosens, and Finn manages to turn just in time to see Kylo bring his lightsaber blade down.

Poe doesn’t make a sound.

—

Finn jerks awake, a silent scream dying in his throat, arms and legs flailing. He manages to fall out of the bed and land in a tangled heap on the floor, Rey’s comforter twisted around his legs.

She sits up slowly and peers down at him for a moment before offering him her hand. “Nightmare, huh.”

Finn accepts her hand and she hauls him back into bed. He carefully extracts himself from the comforter and smoothes his hands over it. “I—I dreamt about Poe.”

Rey squeezes his shoulder gently. “Would you…mind talking about it? It might help you to sort it out,” she says, “but if you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”

Finn grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes. “We were back on Starkiller,” he says. His throat is raw, as if he’d spent the last few hours screaming in his sleep. “Kylo Ren was there, and… I couldn’t help him. I couldn’t help Poe.”

Rey rubs her hand in slow, soothing circles on Finn’s back. “Finn,” she starts, but he shakes his head.

“It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt. Worse than getting cut down by Ren on Starkiller. I was scared then, sure, but I was scared for me.” Finn rubs his hands over his face. He’s only vaguely aware of Rey pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

“It wasn’t real,” she whispers.

“I should have—”

“There’s nothing we could have done, Finn.”

Her reassurances only make him angry—though not with Rey—and he doesn’t know why. Logically, somewhere deep inside, Finn even knows that Rey is right. The knowledge doesn't make him feel any better though. It doesn’t make him feel any less guilty.

“He needed me. I should have been able to feel that,” Finn says. Tears sting his eyes, threaten to spill over, and Finn’s mortified. He clutches the comforter in his hands and twists until he hears stitches pop. “What kind of Jedi am I, that I can’t even feel when someone I—I care about is in pain?”

Rey sighs, her breath warm against the side of his neck, but she doesn’t try to reassure him this time. He appreciates that she’s decided to let him be, for now. She just presses her cheek back against his shoulder and gets an arm around his waist.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“What are you sorry for?” Finn asks, rubbing idly on her arm. The conversation he had with Poe in the medbay echoes in his mind.

“That I can’t make this better for you. That I can’t make this better for Poe.” She sighs again. “Master Luke will be here in a couple days. Maybe he might know what to do.”

Finn lets go of Rey settles back in bed. He stares up at the ceiling and listens to her quiet breathing. “I don’t think I can get back to sleep tonight,” he admits. “I think I’m gonna go check in on Poe… If it’s okay with you, I mean. I think—”

“It’s fine,” she tells him, stealing away the covers and burrowing under them. “I’m sure Poe’s not getting much sleep, himself. Go.”

“You’ll be all right?” he asks, sitting up beside her.

Rey rolls onto her stomach and pulls a pillow under her chin. “I’ll be all right.”

Finn gets out of bed, slides his feet into a pair of slippers, and pads down the corridor for Poe’s room.

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TBC

Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 7/?

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This is gorgeous

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I love what you have so far!!

A!A

Thank you!

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