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PROMPT POST #2 - CLOSED
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[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 10/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-17 11:44 am (UTC)(link)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.”
---
TBC
[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 11/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-17 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)An anon posed some good questions upthread and I did decide to go back and retcon some of Poe’s injuries, as I ended up changing a few things around.
Also I think this is basically a rehash of the argument they had earlier so this whole entire part might end up on the cutting room floor when it’s all said sand done. I do think they've come to some sort of an agreement here so who knows.
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The closer Finn gets to Poe’s room, the longer the corridor feels, as if the duracrete is stretching out underneath his feet, lengthening his journey. A strange sensation drops over him then like a veil, muffling the sound in his ears. The sounds in his mind are all too clear and loud, though. A too familiar metallic hiss whispers through Finn’s mind, digging its claws in, and he instinctively breaks into a run.
Poe’s bedroom door is ajar. Something isn’t right.
Finn throws the door open without knocking, shouting hoarsely, “Poe!”
The window is open, and Poe’s curtains flutter with the breeze.
No, no, no. A terrible, crackling energy burns through Finn like a fire, incinerating everything in its path. He races toward the window despite the overwhelming fear that chokes his breath and wrests it from his lungs.
Finn stumbles over something heavy and solid and he goes sprawling across the carpeted floor, ending up face first in a pile of Poe’s unwashed laundry.
Finn gets slowly onto his hands and knees and looks behind him.
Poe is curled into a tight, trembling ball, knees drawn to his chest, hands locked around his wrists, knuckles white.
“Poe?” Finn crawls closer, pushing past the twinge in his back and side.
Poe lifts his head from his knee and focuses bleary, red-rimmed eyes on Finn. His cheeks are dry, so Finn doesn't think he’s been crying, but he looks terrible. He looks like he hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep in weeks, which Finn realizes is probably not so far off the mark.
“How’d your lessons go?” Poe’s voice is eerily still, quiet, but Finn can sense the tension just below the surface. Poe is putting on appearances for his sake; the knowledge comes like a fist to the stomach.
“Don’t do that,” Finn says, sitting crosslegged beside Poe, who still hasn't uncurled from his tight, protective cocoon. He slides himself a little closer so that their knees bump.
“Do what?” Poe asks, allowing the contact.
Finn feels stupidly grateful that he doesn't pull away. That he doesn’t push Finn away.
“Pretending you’re fine, like you’re doing me a favor,” Finn says.
“C’mon, kid, I—”
“I’m not a kid,” Finn says, almost surprising himself with the authority to his tone. He digs his nails in the carpet and twists the soft pile in his fingers. “I’m not fragile.”
“I don’t think you are.” Poe’s whole body shudders as he sighs, like the foundation of a condemned building that’s about to come down. “I know you’re not, Finn. I’ve seen firsthand how brave and strong you are.”
“So why are you tiptoeing around me? I thought we already talked about this,” Finn says.
Poe ducks his head and rips his hands through his damp hair. Finn reaches up and pries his fingers open, gently.
“I told you before. You’ve got more than enough on your plate,” Poe says, letting Finn keep hold of his shaking hand. “I’ve got to try and get through this on my own.”
Finn lets go of Poe’s hands and sits back with a frustrated, huffy sigh. “You’ve already made up your mind?” he asks, not bothering to try and conceal his anger. “You decided you don’t want my help—”
Poe’s head jerks up and he stares at Finn, wide-eyed and frightened. “It’s not that I don’t want your help. It’s—”
“You’re too proud to ask? Do you not trust me?” Finn suggests.
“No!”
“Well, what is it then?”
Poe rubs his fists into his eyes and groans. “Have you spoken to a psytech even once since you’ve been on-base?” he asks.
Finn frowns. “Yeah, once, after I got out of the medcenter,” he says, shrugging. The thin material of his shirt scratches across the sensitive scar in his side and the tender, jagged stripe on his back that still aches when a rainstorm’s coming. Inexplicably, it’s aching now. “Why?”
“Why? I—I—kriff, Finn. You spent most of your life being brainwashed by maniacs,” Poe says, squeezing his hands on his thighs like he's trying to keep from reaching out for Finn.
“Are you afraid I might fall back on the Bantha fodder they put in my head?” Finn’s stomach does some unpleasant aerobatics at the unspoken implications. “I promise you, I’m dedicated to the Resistance. I am a member of the Resistance. Okay? I can officially renounce the First Order over the public comm system, if you want me to.”
Poe sighs wearily. “That’s not… That’s not what I meant. What I mean is,” he pauses, taking a deep, ragged breath. “You need to focus on yourself. Take care of yourself. You can’t be worrying about me.”
“I told you—”
“I know,” Poe says, gentling his tone, but that only chafes at Finn and digs under his skin like droid pincers. “I know, Finn. But I’m a mess, and I don’t want—I can’t put this on you. I’m sorry.”
“Poe,” Finn tries, but Poe gets to his feet slowly and offers Finn his hand. He looks at it, contemplating, and then gets up on his own. He stares at Poe, forces him to meet his eyes.
“Finn—”
His name feels like a slap to the face now, and Finn goes warm all over, shaky, nauseated. Bile burns its way up his throat.
He wishes he could just understand. He wants to understand.
“It was such a big deal for me to get out from under the First Order’s control. To be able to make choices for myself. Why are you taking this choice away from me? I choose this. I choose you—” Finn moves forward, but the utterly devastated look in Poe’s eyes gives him cause to fall silent and go still.
“Don’t. Don’t say that.” Poe shakes his head, as if trying to shake Finn’s—admittedly hasty, maybe even foolish but no less untrue—admission out of his head. “There are some choices you don't get to make.”
“The Resistance was supposed to be a place where I could decide for myself what path I wanted to take,” Finn protests, battling the tightening in his throat and the inexplicable burning in his eyes. He balls his hands into fists and gamely fights the feeling off. “The Resistance is supposed to be safe. This wasn't supposed to happen here. This isn’t how it’s supposed to—”
Poe lurches forward and touches Finn lightly on the arm. “Finn. Finn, buddy, I’m sorry,” he says, rubbing his thumb in slow circles over the inside of Finn’s elbow.
“Master Luke told Rey and me over the comms this morning that we both have capacity for the Light and the Dark,” Finn mumbles, leaning forward and pressing his cheek against Poe’s neck. “ ‘You two have much anger and hate in you,’ he said. It’s our job to harness it and lock it away in a box in our minds or something. To live in the Light, and never give into Darkness.”
“Yeah?” Poe starts rubbing up and down Finn’s back in long, slow, soothing strokes.
“I—I don’t know. It was easier believing I was pure Light,” he says, wrapping his arms around Poe’s waist. “It was easier not knowing.”
“It doesn't mean that… you’re not good,” Poe says, sounding uncertain. Poe’s long fingers trail up the back of Finn’s neck to move through his short, curly hair. “It doesn’t mean… You are, Finn. You are.”
“Sometimes I miss the black-and-white of the First Order,” Finn says, with a sigh. “Things were either good or bad. Right or wrong. There were no shades of gray. Good things didn’t happen to bad people. And good people were never hurt when they were supposed to feel safe and loved and protected.”
Finn feels Poe take deep breaths, chest rising and falling against his own. The steady rise-fall-rise of Poe’s chest against his makes him feel a little better. Helps anchor his unsteady heartbeat.
“Sometimes I feel like this is one long nightmare, and then I’ll wake up and it’ll all just be gone. Everything will be back to normal,” Poe says, his breath rushing against Finn’s neck and earlobe in a warm tickle. “I know it’s not, that it won’t be. But sometimes that makes it easier to just… wake up and deal with the day. I’m not sure it’s the best way to cope.”
Finn doesn’t know why Poe’s telling him this now, but he holds himself very still in Poe’s arms. He doesn't want to upset the balance, to startle Poe into silence. He wants Poe to be able to trust him enough to tell him what’s inside his heart and mind. Wants Poe to let him help, as Poe helped him.
“I wish you’d let me help you,” Finn says.
“I wish I could. You don't know how badly I do.” Poe’s fingers burn on the back of Finn’s neck. His palm is a brand on his back, over the scar. “I don’t know what I’d do if I hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me.”
It feels wrong to say that, almost, but at the same time, right. It feels like both, in equal measure. It feels true.
“I could, without meaning to. Without even trying,” Poe says. “If you committed yourself to helping me… And then you got hurt because something brought back memories of your time with the Order, I would never be able to forgive myself.”
Finn pulls back until he’s holding Poe at arm’s length, hands loose around his upper arms. Poe’s eyes are still red, but he’s gotten some of his color back. One single curl of hair hangs over his forehead and Finn runs his thumb over it, tucking it back into place. Poe’s eyes close, and his lashes brush against Finn’s wrist.
“I could never blame you.” Finn stares at his eyelashes as they fan over his cheeks. “I would know it wasn’t your fault.”
“That’s not the point.” Poe turns his head and Finn ends up awkwardly caressing his cheek.
Finn cups his hand over Poe’s cheek and turns his head back, so that they’re face-to-face again. “I know. I know, and you don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’ll always worry.” Poe opens his eyes and flashes Finn a shallow smirk. “You take care of yourself first. And then you can start to think about worrying about me, okay?”
Finn has a feeling Poe isn't going to budge on this point, so he concedes.
He drops his gaze. Leaves his hand curved against Poe’s cheek for a moment before slipping it away. “Okay.”
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TBC
[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 12/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)PROGRESSION (sorta)! YAY!
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Since Finn has been denied the role of caretaker, he decides he’ll do a little bit of reconnaissance instead. And who better to turn to than Snap Wexley? Finn’s only been with the Resistance for a few months, but he’s heard enough tales of Snap’s unparalleled skills as a recon pilot to think that he might actually be able to help him.
When Finn seeks him out in the hangar, Snap greets him with a wave of the hand and a broad, friendly smile. They've barely spoken more than five full sentences to one another, but Snap acts like they've known each other for years.
“Hey, Finn. What can I do for you?” Snap climbs up a ladder, a bucket of what looks like wrenches and screwdrivers hanging over his arm. He has a long twisted screw poking out from the corner of his mouth.
“Were you on-base when Poe was attacked?” Finn asks, cutting right to the quick. Best to be blunt, straightforward and get it all out in the open.
Snap drops the bucket to the duracrete with a loud, metallic clang. Finn glances about, nervously, as some of the other pilots look over with curious looks.
“What?” Snap asks.
“Were you on-base when—”
“No,” he says, trundling down the ladder and landing on the ground with a little hop. He puts his hands on his hips and gives Finn a somewhat calculating look. “Why are you asking about that, kid?”
Finn bristles, but doesn’t bother to correct him. Not now, at least. Rather, Finn strides forward, slings an arm around Snap’s shoulders, and fixes his face in what he hopes is a winning grin. “I’m doing some…reconnaissance. Thought I’d come to the best recon pilot in the Resistance.”
Snap’s heavy brow furrows. “Did Poe put you up to this?” he asks.
“Poe has no idea I’m here,” Finn admits, before he can think better of it.
Blast it. Maybe Snap won’t help him now that he knows Poe doesn’t have any idea Finn is here, asking around. He tightens his arm around Snap’s shoulders and grins so hard his face hurts.
“Look, I probably shouldn’t tell you anything without Poe’s permission,” Snap says, and Finn can practically hear the unspoken … but hanging suspended between them. “But I was here. Most of the other pilots were out on a practice run, but Poe and I were both grounded ’cause our starfighters needed maintenance.”
Finn nods, gives Snap a gentle nudge to continue. “Yeah?”
“Yeah… But I shouldn’t be telling you all this,” Snap says, pulling away and crouching down to pick up his overturned bucket and scattered tools. “You really should talk to Poe about this. It’s not my place.”
Finn reaches out with the Force, tracing along the tendrils of memory in Snap’s mind before recoiling. A Jedi should never go into the mind of another without permission and here Finn’s done it twice. Snap gives no indication anything’s amiss, but Finn still feels ill at ease. Maybe this is the Dark in him that Luke was talking about earlier that morning.
“Thanks for your help, Snap,” Finn says—trying to ignore how his voice trembles, just a little bit—and he hurries off.
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TBC
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 12/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-20 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)Hey OP, if you're lurking, just wanted to let you know this'll be wrapping up in no more than five parts (but no less than three, trying to hedge my bets lol).
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 12/?
(Anonymous) 2016-03-02 11:42 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 12/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-21 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 12/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-25 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 12/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-27 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks, anon! There will be another update, hopefully soon, provided my computer decides to cooperate.
[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (pre-Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 13/?
(Anonymous) 2016-03-05 06:02 am (UTC)(link)BUT THE END IS IN SIGHT! I THINK! :D?
***
Finn’s doing some exercises in his room later in the day when his door slides open and Poe strides in, the top half of his orange flightsuit flapping at his waist. He looks good, solid, better than he has in weeks, like he’s been eating better lately. Dark circles aren’t smudged under his eyes any longer, and the bruises and cuts have healed, leaving behind barely noticeable scars.
Finn sits up and folds his legs under his body and greets Poe with a grin. “Poe, hey, what—”
“You talked to Snap,” Poe says, sounding breathless and pinched, like all the air’s been drained out of the room.
Finn startles and leaps to his feet, wiping his damp palms off on his exercise pants. “What do you mean? I don’t—”
“Snap told me, Finn,” Poe continues, waving a hand toward the door’s motion sensors to shut it. He sweeps his hands through his hair. “I thought we settled this. Didn’t we agree that you’d let it go?”
Finn steps forward, extending a hand. “I can accept you don’t want my help, you don’t wanna lean on me, but I’m not gonna stop asking questions. I’m not gonna stop trying to—”
Poe pulls away from Finn’s outstretched hand, eyes sparking. “You went over my head. I don’t want you asking questions, Finn. I don’t want you digging into this. It’s done. It’s settled. Leave it alone.”
“Why? Why not?” Finn challenges, reaching for Poe’s retreating hand.
“Because! Isn’t that enough?” Poe asks, tucking his hands in the pockets of his flightsuit.
“I—I guess,” Finn says, “but I just… I wish you wouldn’t try to push me away.”
Poe turns on his heel and paces over to the lone window in Finn’s room.
Finn has a full, unobstructed view of the pilots’ hangars. Sometimes he sits at the window and sketches pictures of the X-Wings on his datapad. Sometimes he studies the pilots rushing back and forth, helmets tucked under their arms, and tries to pick out Poe by the wave of his hair or the slope of his nose. Usually, he picks Poe out of the crowd by the little orange-and-white astromech that trails after him like a puppy.
Poe rests his hands on the windowsill and sighs heavily.
“What do you want to know?” Poe asks finally. His voice, raw and rough-hewn, trembles ever so slightly.
“Whatever you want to tell me,” Finn says, approaching him with small, careful steps. He joins him by the window, letting his shoulder press gently into Poe’s.
Poe lets out his breath on a shaky exhale and rests his forehead against his knuckles for a moment. “I knew him from the Republic. We were in the starfleet program together,” he says quietly. Finn leans into Poe’s shoulder just a little. “He came to the base as part of a Republic envoy. We ran into each other, decided to catch up over some drinks.”
“Poe, I’m sorry…” Finn touches Poe’s shoulder tentatively.
Poe squeezes his eyes shut and rubs a hand over his face. He drops his hand and gazes out the window unseeingly, his eyes glassy. “I never considered him a friend, but he was someone I knew. Someone who was on our side.”
They both go still and silent, and Finn turns those words—those thoughts—over and over in his mind. Someone Poe knew—someone he trusted—had raped him. In a place where he should have felt safe, protected. Finn pushes down a wave of nausea.
“Is he—did they—” Finn stammers.
“He got off-planet before we could bring him in,” Poe says, pushing away from the window. He bangs a fist against the sill, a solid metallic thump. He’s all hard lines, unsmiling and grim, his eyes blank and glassy.
A band clamps around Finn’s chest and tightens painfully.
“I can find him. I’ll bring him back,” Finn vows, fiercely, grabbing Poe’s arm. “He’ll get what’s coming to him.”
Poe jerks away and tugs his flightsuit on. “No, Finn. The General has some people looking into it. But the Resistance has other priorities at the moment. Like a galactic civil war,” Poe quips, tugging at the zipper on his suit.
“Protecting their soldiers, their pilots should be their top priority,” Finn insists.
“That’s not how war works.” Poe looks at him, his lines and edges softening. His dark eyes are like magnets that draw Finn’s gaze. “I appreciate it, Finn. Believe me.”
“I wish I’d been here,” Finn says.
“There’s nothing you could’ve done.” Poe looks down. “You were where you were supposed to be.”
“Maybe if I’d been here, you wouldn’t have had to deal with this alone.”
“You’re here now.” Poe pauses, then holds a hand out to Finn.
Finn wraps his hand around Poe’s, squeezes tightly. “I am.”
***
TBC
[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 14/15?
(Anonymous) 2016-03-05 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)Probably just one more part to wrap everything up.
***
Finn bunks with Poe again that night. They’ve been sharing a bed more and more, lately. Sometimes it’s Finn who wakes up in a cold sweat, shaking, brushing away the cobwebs of a half-remembered nightmare. And other times, it’s Poe, jerking himself out of sleep with a hoarse, strangled cry. Sometimes Poe wakes with his attacker’s name on his lips. Sometimes he clings to the front of Finn’s shirt and trembles against his chest until his breaths even out and he’s asleep again.
On this night, Finn slips up. He makes a mistake.
He lets himself into Poe’s dreams.
It happens, Master Luke had told him, when a Jedi-in-training hasn’t sharpened their telepathic skills.
Telepathy isn’t something Finn had ever been interested in, so he focused on other areas of study, like lightsaber training and physical combat. Moving objects with his mind.
Finn walks down a long, darkened corridor that he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. It’s steeped in shadows that skitter away like frightened animals the closer he gets to the end of the hall.
There’s a single door at the end, a slash of pale yellow light at the bottom. He can sense someone on the other side, though he can’t quite see them. Their presence is heavy and dark, like a cloud of black smoke.
When he lifts his hand to open the door, he realizes he’s in Poe’s head, in Poe’s dreams.
Smoke billows through the crack between the door and the floor, winds around Finn’s arms and legs and binds him in place. Finn tries to open his mouth, tries to yell, but his mouth isn’t moving. Something’s gotten disconnected between his brain and his tongue and his mouth, and the signals aren’t getting through.
He twists and contorts, trying to free his arms and legs, but the bindings only grow tighter. Breathing grows more and more difficult, and he isn’t sure if it’s from the thick smoke in the air—is something on fire?—or because his own body has become his greatest enemy and he’s panicking.
Then someone grabs Finn about the shoulders and thrusts him out of Poe’s dream.
Finn jerks awake with a scream tearing out of his aching throat. A light snaps on and then Poe’s hand is on his chest, guiding him gently back against the pillows.
“I felt you in my head,” Poe says, settling next to Finn and folding his hands over his chest. “I threw you out.”
Finn rolls onto his side. Poe slides him a sideward glance out of the corner of his eye. “I didn’t mean to. I slipped up.”
“I know.” Poe rolls too, until they're eye to eye. “My head’s not a great place to be. Especially not at night.”
“Do you dream like this every night?” Finn asks, his tone hushed.
“Not all the time. Sometimes I have good dreams. You’re usually in them,” Poe admits. “Sometimes Rey, and even Luke.”
Finn scoots a little closer to Poe and lets his head drop onto his shoulder. “Do you talk to a psytech about this stuff?”
“When I have a little downtime, I guess,” Poe says, taking Finn’s hands in his. “Most of my time’s been getting eaten up by X-Wing maintenance, lately.” He pauses, and Finn can hear the thoughts churning in his brain. He waits for Poe to continue, and then he does: “What about you? Have you gone back?”
“Not yet,” Finn says. He tries for a casual shrug, which is kind of hard to do when you’re lying in bed. He settles for vaguely gesturing with his hands. “I just had that one evaluation.”
“Are you afraid to?” Poe asks.
The Resistance base’s psytech is a pleasant, older woman with a soft touch named Mirella. She looks like she could be someone’s grandmother, with her cloud of puffy white hair and a face lined with age. When Finn met with her just that once, she immediately put him at ease. He knew he didn’t need to be afraid of her, that he could trust her.
With the First Order, it had been far, far different. His FN unit had its own psytech, but she was nothing at all like Mirella. She was trained to look for weakness and expose it.
Thinking about her makes his stomach turn, so he pushes those thoughts aside.
Finn rolls the word afraid in his mind like a heavy stone up the side of a hill.
“I don’t know if I’m afraid,” he says, pulling Poe’s hand against his chest. “Maybe? I guess I didn’t really think about it. We—my FN unit, we got good at compartmentalizing. Burying things. Maybe it’s all still in here somewhere.” Finn taps a finger to his temple.
Poe shifts closer, until Finn can feel his breath skimming across his cheek and the strip of exposed skin where his night shirt has slipped down.
“We could both go,” Poe says.
“Together?” Finn looks down at the back of Poe’s hand. He doesn’t think he wants Poe to hear about all the things he had to do as a stormtrooper. He doesn’t want Poe to look at him any differently.
“Only if you wanted to,” Poe says softly. “I was thinking more like… On our own. Just to talk some of this stuff out with someone. Someone you’re not really connected to, personally.”
Finn nods slowly. He thinks about the box in the back of his mind, where Master Luke had told him to lock away the Dark.
“It could help,” he says.
Poe doesn’t respond. Finn can feel him thinking though, working through something like picking apart knots in a tangle of rope.
He waits.
Finally: “I was trying to push you away. Not because I didn’t trust you. I didn’t want—don’t want to hurt you. To remind you of what you tried to run away from.”
“I kind of figured that out,” Finn says, pressing his cheek against the top of Poe’s head. He folds an arm around Poe’s shoulders. “It’s usually totally random stuff that reminds me of the First Order. Like the way the service droid folds the towels in the ’fresher. Sometimes it’s just hearing the scrape of durasteel on duracrete. Or the sound a blaster makes when it’s being disassembled.”
Poe drapes an arm over his chest. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Stuff you wouldn’t normally think about. It’s kind of why I left with Rey for a while,” Finn admits. “I knew the Resistance was eyeing me for an infantryman, which is basically what I was in the Order. And I didn’t want to do that. So when Master Luke offered to train me alongside Rey, I jumped at the chance.”
“I didn’t know that,” Poe says, and Finn can feel a twinge of guilt coming from him. It aches like a phantom limb, then fades.
“I didn’t tell anybody the real reason I left. I didn’t even tell Rey,” Finn says. “I think Master Luke had me all figured out a day into training, though.”
“I’m honored you’re telling me this now,” Poe says, very seriously.
“It’s only fair.” Finn rubs in slow circles on Poe’s back. Poe’s hands are doing the same on Finn’s back, over his scar in gentle, soothing passes.
“What a pair we are.” Poe presses a muffled laugh against Finn’s shoulder.
Finn doesn’t think it’s quite that funny, but he finds himself laughing too. Poe lifts his head from Finn’s shoulder, smiling a real smile that reaches his eyes. Finn feels a smile forming on his own face, then Poe’s hand on his cheek.
The nightmare—Poe’s nightmare—is a whisper at the edges of his consciousness now. He can hardly remember what it was that had scared him so much. Poe’s hand is still on Finn’s cheek, heavy and warm and steady.
“Finn?” Poe asks.
“Yeah?” Finn makes a valiant attempt to button down the laughter threatening to spill out of him.
“Can I—can I kiss you?” Poe’s thumb strokes against his cheek.
“Of course you can.” Finn swallows down all his laughter. He can feel his joy flowing into the locked box in his mind, burning up the Dark.
Poe leans forward and brushes his lips against Finn’s.
Finn’s kissed people before. Plenty of them. Other ’troopers, mostly, in the barracks after lights-out. There wasn’t anything romantic or gentle or kind about it. It was just sometimes they needed an outlet. It was just sometimes they woke up achingly hard, or desperate for touch. Those kisses usually involved more teeth and tongue and saliva, though.
The Order chose to look away as long as it didn’t lead to undesirable emotions, like caring, like empathy, like love.
This is nice, though. Finn likes this. He could spend the rest of his life doing this. Just kissing whomever he wants, whenever he wants, wherever he wants.
Just kissing Poe.
Poe sips at his lips like he’s trying to drink Finn up, one of his hands sliding down to cup Finn’s elbow with loose fingers.
He breaks the kiss to hold Finn at arm’s length, his lips slick and slightly pink.
Finn feels dizzy, and he isn’t sure how much of it is him and how much of it is him absorbing Poe’s emotions like a sponge.
“Was that okay?” Poe asks.
“It was more than okay. It was great.” Finn leans in to catch his lips with his own, but Poe holds him back with a hand against his chest.
For a moment, he worries, and fear clutches at his heart.
“You’re good,” Poe says, and the grip loosens in Finn’s chest. “I just wanted to—to thank you.”
“For what?” Finn asks.
“Everything. For everything. You’ve been such a good friend to me though all of this, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell you exactly how much that means to me.” Poe looks down, hair flopping into his face.
“Well,” Finn says, reaching out to tip Poe’s chin up so he can kiss him again. “This is a good start.”
Poe kisses him back, a hand sliding to the back of his neck. “It is.”
***
TBC
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 14/15?
(Anonymous) 2016-03-05 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 15/15
(Anonymous) 2016-03-14 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)The ending isn't really an ending. It's more the beginning of a new chapter in Finn and Poe's (and Rey's) lives. I don't know that I have 10k more left in me for this particular 'verse. I'd like to imagine they all end up happy and loved and secure.
It would have been very satisfying for me to write the revenge scene but it didn't feel like that was the right note to end on. So I fully acknowledge that that thread was kind of left dangling. If I do revisit this ~'verse~ I might pick that up.
I hope you enjoyed this even if it didn't 100% fit your prompt, OP.
When this gets polished and put up on AO3, I'll drop a link here.
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Finn’s sitting with Rey in the little garden just beyond the barracks. It’s not much of a garden really, just a few plots of earth, some patches of newly planted grass, and a shining plaque bearing the names of those lost in the battle on Starkiller. Finn and Rey sometimes come to this place for their meditation exercises, when it’s nice enough outside. Today is one of those days.
Finn watches birds flit from treetop to treetop, their wings a dark blur. He can hear the rush of water, too.
Rey sits across from him, crosslegged, hands resting loosely over her knees. Her hair is loose, just long enough to brush her shoulders, a faint breeze blowing stray wispy strands into her eyes. She squints, tilts her face up at the overcast sky, and frowns.
“What is it?” Finn asks, pulling his legs underneath his body. He tugs at some blades of grass, pulls them free and tosses them in the air. Lets his mind wrap around them and tangle them in Rey’s disheveled hair.
She lets out an exasperated sigh and reaches up to slap the grass away. “Nothing. I just thought it would be a nicer day. I miss the sun, is all,” she says.
“You seem distracted,” Finn comments, pulling his knees to his chest. “I can hear your thoughts.”
Rey looks up at him through her eyelashes, and he can practically hear the gears of her mind creaking and turning as she thinks carefully over what she’s about to say.
Finally: “I eavesdropped on General Organa and Master Luke. Accidentally, of course. They were talking about—about Poe. The man who—” Rey’s voice falters, for just a moment. “The man who raped him. I didn’t mean to, but I think the general’s strong emotions left her guard down and I ended up seeing him in her mind.”
Finn clenches his hands into fists in the grass. “What about him?” he asks, stiffly.
“I could find him, I think,” she says, leaning in. “The Resistance can’t afford to do anything to risk their standing the Republic. They won’t pursue justice against a member of the Republic’s Starfleet. But you and I could—”
“Wait. What are you suggesting?” Finn interrupts.
“I can find him. I just need to talk with Poe, search his memories. If I could find a strong enough memory, I could tap into his attacker’s life-force. I could—”
“We can’t ask him to do that,” Finn protests, even as the desire for revenge tugs and plucks at the back of his mind.
“What’s the harm in just asking? If he says no, we can let it go. We can find another way,” Rey says. “But if he agrees to it and I could find something we can use… We could find his rapist. If we took him to neutral space the Republic wouldn’t be able to intervene…”
Finn sighs and rubs his hands over his face. He wants to agree to this. Stars and planets, how he wants to agree. “You know what Kylo Ren did to him. He did the same to you,” Finn says, dropping his hands. He reaches for her and and she lets him link their fingers. “I know he’d let you because he trusts you, but what if you went into his mind and he was forced to relive those memories?”
Rey frowns as she considers that. “Master Luke would probably say revenge is but one of many paths leading to the Dark side,” she mutters unhappily, squeezing on Finn’s hand.
“We’ll just have to find another way to help Poe,” Finn says.
“You don’t suppose he has any Force-sensitivity, do you?” Rey asks, slipping her hand from Finn’s.
“I don’t think so. Why?” he asks.
Rey pushes herself to her feet and offers Finn a helping hand. “He might really get something out of Master Luke’s meditation techniques,” she says, hauling Finn to his feet. Rey turns and regards Finn with an intense gaze that reminds him a bit of the spotlights that used to scan the night skies on Starkiller, searching for enemy ships. “How about you?”
“What about me?” Finn asks, ducking his head and dodging her penetrating gaze.
“How are you dealing with—with everything?” She asks, linking her arm with his as they start in the direction of the barracks.
“Okay, I guess,” he says. “Poe thinks I should talk to the on-base psytech. About my trauma.” He throws an exaggerated face at Rey, in the hopes of making her laugh.
Rey just chuffs lightly. “He’s not wrong,” she says, offering him a small, kind smile that stirs something somewhere in his chest.
“I guess I don’t really see it as trauma,” he protests, as they approach the main barracks, where the pilots bunk. “It was awful, but… I survived. I did what I had to to survive. And when found my opening to escape, I grabbed it with both hands.”
“Well,” Rey says, resting her cheek on his shoulder and squeezing his arm. “You’re more resilient than most, my friend. But I didn’t mean only that. You’ve gone through so much in such a short span of time. I know you want to help Poe, but I hope you don’t lose yourself in the process.”
Finn pauses in front of the doors that lead to the pilots' barracks and looks down at Rey. She looks up at him and meets his eyes, almost defiantly.
“I’m not going to lose myself. I promise,” he says very seriously, taking her gently by the shoulders. “It’s not always easy. Sometimes I find myself falling back on old habits. Or I’ll do something the First Order would’ve punished me for and I just sit there waiting for the spinning red lights and the alarms that never come. But… I’m just trying to do the best I can, you know? It’ll get better. Easier. I know it will. It’s just gonna take time.”
Rey smiles up at Finn and stands on the tips of her toes to kiss him on the forehead. Her lips are soft and cool. Finn wonders if she can see into his mind at this very moment—a skill he hasn’t quite grasped hold of yet. “I have all the faith in the world,” she says, stepping back. “In you. And in Poe.”
“What’s this about Poe?”
They both look up; Poe is leaning in the doorway, watching them with a tiny half-smile curving up the corner of his mouth.
“We were just talking about you,” Rey teases, moving away from Finn, as if to give them some privacy. “I’ve got to see Master Luke. You two stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”
Finn doesn’t miss Rey giving Poe’s shoulder a gentle squeeze as she passes by him for the door. Poe reaches up and returns the gesture, and then she’s gone in a flutter of long, gray Jedi robes.
Poe pushes himself away from the door and wanders over to Finn’s side.
“Did you hear our whole conversation?” Finn asks.
“Just a little bit,” Poe says conversationally, leaning into Finn’s shoulder. “Had my first meeting with the psytech, Mirella, today. Went about as well as you can imagine. Which is, to say, not very well at all. But it’s a start.”
“One step at a time,” Finn says, as he loops an arm around Poe’s waist and the two of them head inside.
“One step at a time,” Poe echoes, reaching into the pocket of his olive-green trousers to produce a shiny plasteel card. “What about you? You decided whether or not you’re gonna start meeting with the psytech?”
“I think I will,” Finn say slowly, as if trying the words on like a new leather jacket.
They pause in front of the door to Poe’s room and Finn waits while Poe slides the plasteel card through the reader. It beeps approvingly and the door slides open. Poe’s slipping off his jacket before the door’s even shut, draping it over the post of his new bed and reaching up to loosen his collar.
Finn pauses and looks around, scanning the room, when he notices the second bed and the little brown trunk at the end.
“What’s this?” he asks, going over to it and putting a hand on top of the sleek wooden trunk.
“Well, uh, I requisitioned a spare bed. For you. In case you wanted to stick around,” Poe says, not meeting Finn’s eyes. He kicks off his boots and sits on the end of his bed to roll off his socks. “I don’t expect you to, like, share my bed every time you come by, you know? And this way you could have a place of your own to just crash at if you needed. This is for you.” Poe picks up the plasteel card and holds it out to Finn.
Finn walks over to Poe and reaches out, plucking the card from between his fingers and pocketing it. Poe still isn’t quite looking him in the eye, and his cheeks are slightly pink.
Finn looks back at the bed and the wooden trunk. An inexplicable warmth starts in his chest and flows through him, from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers and toes. Finn doesn’t think it’s the Force, though. It's an emotion. A feeling.
“Poe,” he says, and Poe does look up at him then. “Thank you.”
Poe offers him a nervous smile. “I wasn’t sure if it would be weird or not, but Jess and Rey both said—”
“Rey knew about this?” Finn can’t help but be impressed that she’d managed to keep this a secret from him. There’s a lot he has left to learn, Finn muses. “Poe, can I kiss you?”
“Hell yes you can,” Poe says, grinning brilliantly up at Finn.
Finn leans down, tips Poe’s chin up with a finger, and kisses him. He slides his mouth over Poe’s until their lips slot together perfectly, and Poe’s fingers hook in the sash of Finn’s robe. After a few long moments, Finn leans back, parting their lips, and holds Poe at arm’s length.
“I really appreciate you doing this for me,” Finn says, letting a hand come to rest in Poe’s hair. He loosely tangles his fingers in the curls.
“But…?” Poe prompts. Finn detects just the slightest flicker of worry behind his eyes.
“But I don’t think I’m gonna need to use the extra bed all that much. If it’s okay with you,” Finn says, with a smirk.
“No complaints here.” Poe pulls him in for another kiss before letting go. He smoothes a hand down Finn’s back. “I’m so hungry I could eat a womp-rat. How about we grab Rey and go down to mess for lunch? Maybe we can take our trays outside. Eat in the garden or something.”
Finn and his two favorite people, having lunch together in the garden? He can’t think of anything better than that.
Finn breaks into a grin, laces his fingers with Poe’s and pulls him out the door to go find Rey.
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 15/15
(Anonymous) 2016-03-18 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn/Poe, Finn & Rey) 15/15
(Anonymous) 2016-03-18 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)It'll be a little while, but it'll happen at some point. This needs a looot of editing.
Thanks for reading! :D