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Sometime after the events of TFA, Phasma is set to be executed by the First Order for treason for lowering Starkiller Base's shields. Phasma makes a snap decision and ends up running--and getting caught by the Resistance, who wants to keep her as a POW/use her as bait to lure out the First Order. Finn however shows her compassion and kindness, argues for her release, leading to an unusual relationship between the two (whether or not its sexual/romantic, platonic but co-dependent, or like Phasma just going around beating up everyone on-base who looks at Finn the wrong way, I'm not too picky).

All I really care about is Finn being kind and compassionate towards her despite what she did to him when he was in the First Order, and his other friends (Poe, Rey, Leia, pilots, etc) not understanding the relationship, nor trusting Phasma.

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Oh I love this.

Just a little introduction.

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Finn hesitates outside the prisoner’s cell, gloved hand poised over a colorful array of buttons. A fingerprint scanner flashes a red light, and a monotonous, metallic voice drones: “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ON—”

Finn takes a step back, unclips the blaster from his waist, and shoots out the display. The droning voice fizzles out. He hooks his blaster back on his belt and reaches into the still-smoking hole in the wall.

After he connects some bits of wire, the doors to the cell whoosh open, and a blast of cool, processed air hits him in the face. Finn pulls his scarf up over his nose and mouth, until he’s certain only his eyes are showing, then steps in.

The prisoner is pressed back into a corner, clutching only a plasteel dinner tray in shaking hands as a weapon. Her attire is drab and dull, torn and fraying in some places, not at all like Finn remembers. Her blonde hair is greasy and stringy, hanging in her eyes in lank clumps.

“Wh—who are you?” she whispers, lifting the tray when Finn takes another step into the cell.

He turns, waves his hand, and the door shuts behind him. When he turns back around, Finn lowers his arm and gazes at the pathetic sight before him. It’s then that he notices the chain around the prisoner’s neck, tucked into the collar of her prison-issue tunic.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing out the necklace.

The woman clutches a dirty hand over it. “It’s mine. You can’t have it.” She tips her chin up at him in defiance. “I’ll never hand it over. You’ll have to kill me first.”

Finn reaches up for his scarf, pausing for a moment, wondering if revealing himself so early in the game will actually do more harm than good. Finn tugs the scarf away from his face.

The woman stares at him, her blue eyes as wide as saucers. She jumps to her feet and swings the tray at him, but Finn easily blocks it and knocks it aside. Disarmed now, she backs away from him against the wall, breaths coming raggedly. Finn notes she has faded bruises on her neck and collarbone, and her fingernails are torn to the nubs and bloodied.

Phasma had once been a rising star in the First Order. Finn had once been the star of her unit. Now, here they were. She’s a prisoner of war and Finn, if he finishes what he’d set out to do earlier that morning, will be a traitor to the Resistance.

“What do you want from me,” Phasma asks.

“I don’t want anything from you,” Finn says, reaching into the pouch clipped at his waist. Phasma’s eyes follow the movement of his hand and she tenses, clenching her hands into fists. “I have something for you.”

“That does nothing to reassure me,” Phasma mutters.

“Here.” Finn pulls out a pack of half-eaten rations. “I couldn’t steal anymore without it looking suspicious. I know it’s not much, but at least it’s something. I know you must not be getting much food or water down here.”

Phasma flicks her eyes back to Finn’s face. “This is treason,” she hisses. Finn suppresses a bitter laugh; as if he didn’t already know that. “If they find you down here, they’ll execute us both.”

“I know,” he says, pushing the pack at one of her fisted hands. Phasma unclenches her fingers and takes it from him.

“I’ll ask again, then,” she says, looking down at the packet with some skepticism. “What do you want from me?”

“The Resistance is planning to use you as bait to lure Ren from whatever cave he’s currently hiding in,” Finn says, turning on his heel and pacing. “After Ren is sufficiently lured, both of you will be executed publicly as a warning to all who support the First Order that the Resistance is done with mercy and showing kindness to its enemies.”

Phasma pockets the pack of rations. “This doesn’t sound like Organa’s doing,” she sniffs, disdainfully.

Finn turns back around and Phasma throws her chin up again, straightening to her full, impressive height. She looks a little bit more like the chrome-plated figure that still haunts Finn’s nightmares.

“General Organa would never have agreed to anything so…cruel. But she’s not the one in charge anymore,” Finn says, cursing under his breath when he realizes he’s revealed a bit more than he intended to.

Phasma seems curious now, though, and she presses him for more. “Is Organa dead?”

“She’s…occupied,” Finn mutters. He pulls a canister out of his pack and hands it to her. “I might not be able to come back. If my absence extends past two full days, you can assume I’ve been found out. And that I’ll probably be joining you in one of these cells.” He pats a slick durasteel wall.

Phasma uncaps the canister and drinks greedily from it. When she’s done, she wipes her mouth off on the sleeve of her tunic. She lowers the canister and looks Finn directly in the eye.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t mention it,” Finn says, shying away from her gaze and her thanks. “I mean, really. Don’t mention it. If anyone asks, you never saw me. The panel for the door short-circuited. I was never here. Got it?” He wraps the scarf back around his nose and mouth.

“Indeed.” Phasma hoards the canister of water and pack of rations against her chest.

“May the Force be with you,” Finn mumbles, turning to leave.

Phasma doesn’t respond to that, but Finn wasn’t expecting her to.

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Finn & Phasma or Finn/Phasma, Phasma defects, she and Finn bond

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