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“Ren wants the prisoner,” the new Stormtrooper says, and Poe is unshackled from the chair, shoved unceremoniously to his feet. The new Stormtrooper seizes him roughly by one arm, drags him out into the corridor; his blaster is aimed unerringly at Poe’s chest.

They are going to Poe’s death. Poe knows it, can taste it like the blood in his mouth - he is useless now to the First Order except as an example, as a dead pilot who can never fly against them again - they are going to kill him. Possibly they will film it and send the vid out to the Resistance, to General Organa and Jess and Snap - possibly it will spread far enough that even on peaceful Yavin 4, Poe’s father will wake to see his son die in living color.

Poe could fight - he could try to escape - maybe the Stormtrooper marching him towards his doom would shoot, maybe Poe could die here, in this nameless corridor, and at least his death would not give the First Order a propaganda vid - but Poe does not want to die.

He does not want to die.

The Stormtrooper has his arm, and Poe is marching to his death, and he does not want to die.

Poe shoots upright with a gasp that’s half a scream, sheets pooling around his waist, and sits panting in the darkness. Across the room, BB-8 bloops a worried question and turns the lights on, dim and grey but better than the blackness; next to Poe, Finn blinks himself blearily awake and turns to look up at Poe with a frown.

“Hey, buddy,” he says, and sits up, offers his open arms. Poe collapses against his chest, buries his face in Finn’s sturdy shoulder, and just clings to him for a while. Finn is warm and alive and Poe is alive and they are here, in Poe’s bed in D’Qar base, and Poe is not dead -

“Hey, hey, I’ve got you, you’re okay,” Finn murmurs, stroking Poe’s back gently. “That must’ve been some nightmare! I’ve got you, buddy, you’re safe, it’s okay.”

Poe stops shaking after a while, sits up and scrubs his face with his hands. Finn wraps a comforting arm around Poe’s shoulders and waits patiently.

“D’you remember how we met?” Poe asks eventually.

“Kind of hard to forget,” Finn says wryly. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I thought you were taking me to my execution,” Poe says softly. “I thought I was walking to my death.”

“Oh...kriff,” says Finn slowly. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Poe tells him firmly. “You did what you had to do, and it ended up working - you could hardly have come in and told the guards you were escaping with me! Just...comes back to me sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Finn agrees. This is not the first time one of them has woken from a nightmare in the dark hours before dawn; it will not be the last. They both know what it is to have the terrible moments of the past return, vivid and inescapable, in dreams. “Still. What can I do for you?”

“Just...be here,” Poe says, and Finn shuffles around until he can brace his back against the wall, gathers Poe into his lap. Poe rests his forehead in the curve of Finn’s shoulder and just breathes, slow and deep, Finn’s arms warm around him and Finn’s breath steady against his hair, Finn’s heartbeat echoing through Poe’s own blood: alive, alive, alive.

Poe must fall asleep at some point, because he wakes up just after dawn, the dim grey square of the window steadily brightening, and sits up to find Finn also asleep in what must be a dreadfully uncomfortable position, arms still wrapped snugly around Poe. Poe traces the outlines of Finn’s familiar, beloved face with his eyes, waits for the moment when Finn sighs and blinks awake, and leans in to kiss him.

The kiss is a sort of victory: it is a new day, and they are alive, and where there’s light, there’s hope.

or on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6404245

Aw! That last line makes me so emotional <3

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