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Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 2b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 03:46 am (UTC)(link)“Finn.”
He was jerked to a halt. “Did you say something, FN-2187?” The voice was low, deadly.
Finn squared his shoulders. “I said my name is Finn,” he replied, just as low. He turned a bit, just enough to look Phasma full in her faceplate. “There is no FN-2187 here. He no longer exists.”
“That will be true soon enough,” Phasma replied, and then hit him. This time Finn did fall to his knees, and she kicked him, sending him sprawling.
Finn’s mouth was full of blood; she had put everything she had into that punch. He spat some onto the ground and rose onto his elbows; Phasma kicked him again, and despite himself, Finn started laughing. He was going to die. There was no way to save himself from this. He was going to die, so what was the point of being scared? Why cower, when no matter what he said or did his life was finished? “Lot of anger there, Phasma,” he told her through his laughter. “If you’re not careful, that might earn you a reconditioning.”
Instead of riling her up further, the words seemed to calm Phasma. She motioned briskly to the two troopers who had shackled him, and they got him under his arms and pulled him up. They half dragged, half carried him out of the room, until he finally got his feet under him and started shuffling on his own.
They were nearly there when it dawned on him where they were headed. “Kylo Ren?” he asked in a small voice, the fear that had evaded him in the barracks suddenly hitting him hard enough to make his knees weak. He stumbled, but the troopers on either side of him kept him moving forward. “You’re taking me to Kylo Ren?”
Phasma didn’t answer him; she merely announced into her coms that they had arrived. The door slid open. “Bring him,” said a soft, smooth voice from within, and he was forced inside.
In the center of the small space was a chair much like the one he’d been released from after his reconditioning. Finn was placed into this chair and held down until the restraints had been closed over his arms and legs. There was a single light shining down upon his head, and the rest of the room was cast in shadow.
“Leave us,” the voice intoned from the shadows, and the others hastily withdrew. Even Phasma was eager to leave. She seemed to have forgotten her wish to be there when Finn was dealt with. Once the door had closed behind them, a group of shadows in the corner moved, and Kylo Ren stepped out of them. Finn had seen him before, of course; they all had, at one point or another – and he had found him just as unnerving then. He thought briefly of the rumors that Kylo Ren could read minds, and shuddered.
“I am impressed,” Kylo Ren murmured from behind the mask, his voice both terrifying and strangely soothing. “You’ve overcome reconditioning not once, but twice – a feat that I doubt many others could accomplish.” His head tilted to the side, “Not that we have had any basis for comparison, you understand.”
Finn knew what he meant – troopers were reconditioned once, and if they failed a second time, they were decommissioned.
“But then, you are something of a special case. No other stormtrooper has managed to break through a lifetime of training so thoroughly. Perhaps we should have guessed that the reconditioning would not work on you.” He shrugged lightly. “No matter. I will not fail.”
Finn shook his head. “I don’t understand,” he said, voice shaking. “I thought I was going to be vented.”
“Oh, no,” and now amusement colored Kylo Ren’s voice. “I have no intention of getting rid of you. I have plans for you, FN-2187.” He raised his hand, and pain exploded in Finn’s head.
“My name is Finn,” he slurred, struggling to get the words out. It felt like his skull was being cut open. Memories that both were and weren’t his flashed through his mind in rapid succession: blaster fire in a desert. A hand on his helmet, smeared with blood. A beautiful girl’s furious face. Some large, hairy animal. The glow of a light saber. The same beautiful girl, laughing as she levitated fruit around his head. A small orange and white droid barreling into his legs, beeping rapid fire. A man whose face was famed by wild brown hair, smiling at him like he was the center of the galaxy. A brown jacket hanging over the back of a chair. The memories began to dissolve as soon as they appeared. Finn felt them slipping from his mind like water, and he fought it. The pain increased. It felt like his head was being ripped in two.
Someone was screaming; Finn recognized the voice as his own and understood that he could stop it no more than he could stop Kylo Ren rooting through his head, taking what he pleased with no mercy, or even the slightest regard for the pain that he was causing.
No, oh no, he thought desperately, even as he continued to scream. No, I’m Finn, my name is Finn. My name is Finn and Poe Dameron is important. My name is Finn and Poe Dameron is important…My name is Finn…Poe D-D…my name is Finn…Finn…
Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 2b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 04:18 am (UTC)(link)Finn ;_;
Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 2b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 07:25 am (UTC)(link)Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3a/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)“That’s enough,” Captain Phasma barked. Immediately, FN-2187 pulled the blaster from the man’s head, and rose. He stood to attention, blaster lowered, and did not offer to help the man up. He rose gingerly, favoring his right leg, to face the Captain as well.
“FN-1526, you will put on your uniform and rejoin your unit.” He turned to obey, limping slightly. “Wrap your leg. I trust that it won’t be a lasting injury.” FN-1526 straightened his spine and visibly forced himself to walk normally, clenching his jaw against whatever pain he might be feeling. FN-2187 didn’t see this play, having not turned to look, but he knew well enough what was happening. He would not have shown such weakness before the Captain.
Captain Phasma gave him a long look. At last she remarked, “You have shown remarkable progress over the past few weeks. I believe you are almost ready for a mission.”
His face remained impassive. He was behind his helmet and did not have to keep it that way, but he found that it was easy to do, lately. There was no particular pride that came with hearing the Captain’s words; he was willing to do whatever was required of him by the First Order.
She studied him a moment longer, then asked, “How are you feeling?”
He frowned behind his mask, confused. “Sir?”
“Have you been experiencing any headaches? Nausea? They can be common enough symptoms after a reconditioning.”
It was odd for her to be asking such questions, but FN-2187 did not question it. It was not his place to question a superior officer. “No, sir.”
“And as for the reconditioning itself?”
FN-2187 looked at the ground, clenching his jaw. “I am ashamed that it was needed, sir. I will not disgrace you or the First Order again.”
“Do you feel that you are ready for a mission? Do you believe that you would be able to handle fighting the real Resistance?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And should you be sent out, would you be willing to use that blaster?” she nodded to the hand still holding it.
“With extreme prejudice, sir. As I would on any other enemy of the glorious Order.”
Captain Phasma backed away. “Very good. Report back to your station. Your training for today is over.” She held out her hand, and FN-2187 placed the blaster in it before leaving the room. He was pleased that he had proved himself. Pleased that he was regaining the Captain's favor after having lost it so horribly. They'd never told him what he'd done to earn his reconditioning, and it didn't really matter. He'd been insubordinate; a failure. That was all he needed to know.
Halfway to his destination, he was grabbed and pulled into a small room. He blinked in confusion at the two stormtroopers inside, who regarded him silently.
“This is against regulations-“
“Finn, it’s us,” one of the troopers said impatiently, raising his hands to his helmet and pulling it off. Despite himself, FN-2187 looked. He was handsome, with brown hair and brown eyes that grew increasingly more worried the longer he looked at Finn. “Buddy?” he asked, and that shocked him into action.
He backed away from the trooper. “Removing your helmet without direction is also against regulations,” he said firmly. “What is your designation?”
The man’s eyes widened, and he stepped forward. “My what? You know who I am.“
“What is your designation?” FN-2187 demanded again. He frowned. He felt…odd. He shook his head to clear it, and a faint throbbing started up behind his eyes.
“Finn, buddy –“
“Stop calling me that!” FN-2187 said, louder than he had intended. The headache was getting worse…he heard Captain Phasma’s voice as if from far away:
“…common enough symptoms after reconditioning…”
He turned to flee, but not fast enough. They’d both forgotten the second trooper, but now they grabbed him and kept him still. “Are you sure this is him? He doesn’t seem to know you at all, Dameron, and I’m not going to keep grabbing random stormtroopers until we find the right guy.”
Dameron…another bolt of pain, and this time FN-2187 cried out with it, bringing his hands to his head. Of course, they hit only helmet. Past the point of caring about protocol, only needing to hold his head together before it exploded, he tore his helmet off and dropped it on the floor, raising his hands to clutch at his head.
The trooper without his helmet (Dameron, she called him Dameron) made a soft, wounded sound and reached towards him. FN-2187 flinched away, dislodging the other trooper from his side. “Get away from me,” he yelled, tried to yell, but his voice came out a strengthless whisper. His head ached so badly that he could barely think past it, and every time he heard this man, this Dameron – speak, it only grew worse. The last thing he wanted was for the man to touch him.
“Finn…” Dameron said softly, face stricken, and FN-2187 crashed to his knees as the ache in his head grew even worse. His stomach heaved suddenly, and he closed his eyes as he began to be sick.
“Kriff, they really messed him up,” the other trooper said. “If we ever needed proof that the First Order is a bunch of –“
“Not helping, Pava,” Dameron snapped, then, his voice much closer and softer than before, “It’s okay, buddy. You’re going to be okay.” A hand landed on his back, rubbing, and FN-2187 retched again.
“Please, please don’t touch me,” he said, hating how weak his voice sounded. Hating that he was begging. The hand left his back immediately, and Dameron stepped away.
The other trooper, Pava, sighed. “Right. As much fun as this has been, we seriously don’t have the time. Finn, I’m really sorry about this.”
Stop calling me that, he opened his mouth to say, but something hit the back of his head and that was the last thing he knew for some time.
His head felt a bit better, was FN-2187’s first thought upon waking. His second was that he was no longer on the Finalizer. Keeping his eyes closed, he tried to assess his surroundings.
He was lying on some sort of flat surface, not soft but not as hard as his bunk. The weight and bulkiness of his uniform was missing, and someone had placed a blanket over him. It was scratchy against his exposed neck and fingers. He could hear voices, but muffled, so he surmised that he was in a room of some sort, kept away from everyone else. Smart of them, he thought, and he didn't need to look at his surroundings to know that he was currently on the Resistance Base.
“How are you feeling?” The voice was male, gentle, and close. He didn’t answer. There was a soft sigh. “I know that you are awake.”
FN-2187 opened his eyes. The man sitting next to him was older, clad in heavy robes. The eyes on FN-2187 were sad but very kind. He looked away, choosing instead to observe his current prison. It was white and sparse, and behind the man sitting next to him there was an opening leading out into what he realized was a medical area, without even a door to make his capture complete. He could see figures beyond that door, paying them no mind as they went about their business. He turned his gaze back to the man next to him.
“Do you know who I am?” the man asked. FN-2187 remained silent. The man gave him a small smile. “No, I suppose you do not. My name is Luke.” He paused, watching FN-2187’s face for a reaction, but he remained impassive. You will not break me, FN-2187 thought. I will give you nothing. He could never go back to the First Order, not now, but he could keep the Resistance scum from learning anything about them from him. He could do that much.
“Do you know where you are?”
He considered, then gave a short nod. “Resistance base.”
“Yes, that’s right. And do you know who you are?”
He rolled his eyes before he could help himself. “Designation FN-2187.”
Luke nodded. “FN-2187,” he repeated. “Good to meet you
(Finn)
FN-2187.”
FN-2187 frowned. For a moment, he had been sure that he heard something else, some other name spoken by someone else, but Luke’s face showed no reaction. If there had been such a voice, he was the only one who had heard it.
“I won’t tell you anything,” he said, after a period of silence, “so if that’s why you brought me here you might as well kill me.”
“Lucky for us that is not why you were brought here,” Luke replied in a dry tone. “You were brought here to heal. Once that is done I suppose it will be your choice where to go.”
FN-2187 snorted humorlessly. “Heal? I was fine; your people made me sick, and then they knocked me out and dragged me here. And now you’re saying that once my head feels better I can just leave?” He shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”
“How is your head feeling, FN-2187?”
He frowned. “Better, actually. Does that mean I can leave now?”
The corner of Luke’s mouth twitched. “Perhaps after some rest; you’ve been through quite the ordeal.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Another twitch. “I’ll make you a deal. If you can walk out of this room on your own power, I will personally see to it that you get a ride wherever you want to go.”
FN-2187 studied him a moment. He seemed sincere. Of course he knew better than to trust any Resistance scum, but it might be beneficial to see something outside the room. He nodded. “Deal.”
His head swam when he stood and he swayed a little on his feet, but after he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths he was able to steady himself. He felt one stab of pain in his head, but then it settled into an almost gentle throbbing, and he was able to ignore it. He took a step.
He was almost at the door when he saw him. Dameron. At first it was just a flash of curly brown hair, but then someone moved and he was right there, speaking rapidly, his hands moving as he talked. Even though he hardly knew him, FN-2187 could see that he was keyed up, practically vibrating with a weird sort of tension, and he paused, confused by how little he liked to see him look that way. He shook his head to clear it and took another shuffling step forward.
Dameron must have seen him move out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look at him, and FN-2187 was caught by wide brown eyes. Dameron’s mouth shaped a name, that name, Finn, the one that he’d called him over and over, and pain once again sliced through his head, worse than before. His knees buckled; he cried out and flung a hand towards the door, knowing it was too far to catch himself on but reaching anyway, desperate not to fall.
He didn’t. Another, smaller person darted through the doorway and got her shoulder underneath him before he could hit the ground. She staggered a little under his weight, but held him up. “Oh, Finn,” she whispered, almost to herself, and another bolt of pain shot through his head. He wanted to tell this girl that Finn was not his name, he didn’t have a name and didn’t want one, FN-2187 was all he had ever been and all he ever wanted to be, but there was something about her…instead, he found himself clutching at her for support and letting her lead him back to the bed. She got him to sit down and then sat beside him, fidgeting.
“Are you all right?” she asked, then her face twisted. “Well, obviously not, but does sitting help, at least?”
He stared at her. “Why did you help me?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“Because we’re friends. Or were. Before you forgot,” she glanced at Luke. “Is that okay to say?”
Luke gave her a smile. “I’m not the one you should be asking.”
She looked back at FN-2187, her face unsure. For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to be anything but gentle with her. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I think you have me confused with someone else. I’ve never seen you before.” He glanced back at the door, where Dameron was standing. “Either of you,” he added for his benefit, not actually meeting their eyes. He didn’t want to see the reaction of either to his words. For reasons he couldn’t understand, it bothered him to disappoint them. He flicked his eyes back towards the girl. “I don’t even know your name.”
She hesitated, then reached out and took one of his hands. “I’m Rey,” she said, and pain exploded in his head. He might have screamed, but he couldn’t hear it over the roaring in his ears. He had enough time to take in Rey’s panicked face and to see Dameron dart towards him with a hand outstretched as he started to pitch forward, then the agony overcame him and he sank gratefully into the black.
Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)-straight into the ground with a bone-jarring thud. Everything ached, and the sun beat against him relentlessly. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in the middle of a desert. He was in his uniform but missing his helmet. Next to him lay the wreckage of a ship. He backed away from it, mouthing a name…some name…and pulled his jacket tighter around his body, shivering. It was snowing, but he had to keep moving, had to find him…he began to run, faster and faster, trees becoming blurs. Something was behind him, he could hear its breath as it chased him down, and a wild terror filled him as he began to sprint. He skidded around a corner and came face-to-face with Kylo Ren. “Traitor!” Ren screamed, and raised his hand.
He opened his eyes, scream lodged in his throat, then immediately shut them again against the glare of the lights. There was an ache behind his eyes; he felt drained and slightly queasy. Was I reconditioned? He thought muzzily. He had heard that the side effects of reconditioning were headaches and nausea…where had he heard that? He couldn’t think properly; his mind felt thick and sluggish; his thoughts coated in syrup.
He could hear voices. Slightly muffled, only small snatches of their conversation carried to his ears. He focused on them; it seemed to help the headache. The harder he focused the clearer the voices became.
“…used…forced to…”
“…help him?”
“…you…right? Could you..?”
“Not without…damage…irreparable…risk…”
“So what you’re saying is he’ll be like that forever? Never remember who he is? Never remember us?”
It was spoken loudly, furiously, and the voice broke on the last word. He flinched away from the barely disguised pain in that voice. He’d never heard anything like it, and he never wanted to again.
“Poe -” a girl’s voice, this time, full of concern. He knew that voice. Rey, he mouthed, then: Poe Dameron.
The man (Poe. Poe Dameron. His name is Poe Dameron and I don’t know how I know that but I do) interrupted her. “No, it’s fine. It is. We just – he can’t – he needs a name, okay? It doesn’t have to be Finn, doesn’t have to – but I can’t call him by the those numbers they gave him. I can’t.”
He was surprised to find that he agreed with Poe Dameron. FN-2187 seemed far away, and thinking of his designation, instead of filling him with pride, now only gave him a vague feeling of distaste.
“Perhaps we should ask him what he wishes to be called,” the third voice spoke up. “He’s awake.”
He opened his eyes again as three people entered the room. He looked at each of them in turn, his gaze lingering on the young man with the curly hair. Poe Dameron, he thought, and on the heels of that, Poe Dameron is important. He didn’t know where the thought came from, but he felt the truth of it in his bones.
“Do you remember me?” the older man asked, and he nodded.
“Luke,” he said, then he nodded at the girl. “Rey.” Another nod. “Poe Dameron.” The last two names caused a sharp pain to knife through his head, but he ignored it. He still wasn’t sure what was going on, and didn’t know if he ever would be, but he knew that he couldn’t let the pain stop him from trying to find out.
Poe Dameron’s entire face lit up. It made his chest ache oddly; a sharp twist of almost pleasant pain that was nothing like the headache pounding behind his eyes. “Do you-what do you remember?”
“I remember you taking me from the Finalizer,” he answered carefully. “I remember waking up here. I remember what made me pass out.” He looked at Luke, unable to stand watching Poe’s face all any longer. “There’s something wrong with me,” he said.
Luke nodded. “Yes. Your memories…we believe that this is more than your reconditioning. Someone has been in your head.”
He shuddered. “Kylo Ren,” he said, remembering the dream. “It was Kylo Ren.”
Poe swore loudly. Rey didn’t say anything, but her face went cold and still. He saw something that looked a lot like murder there and he looked away quickly. Luke didn’t react at all. “Yes,” he answered, though no question had been asked, “I believe it was Kylo Ren.”
“Can it be undone? Can you fix it?” If anyone could, it would be Luke. Like so many things in recent memory, he didn’t know how he knew this, but he did.
Luke gave him a half smile. “With your permission, I’m going to try.”
He smiled back. “Yes. Do it. Fix it, if you can.”
“Rey, Poe, if you’ll please step out of the room.” They both began to protest, but Luke held up a hand. “Neither of you are calm enough for this. He will sense it, and it will make my job harder. Pleas, step outside and I will let you know when you may return.” Rey grit her teeth for a moment, her face flashing with a terrible anger before she visibly calmed herself and swept out of the room at a brisk pace, fists clenched tightly at her sides. Luke watched her go, his face troubled.
Poe looked at him for a long moment, then sighed heavily. “Right,” he muttered. He smiled a bit. “This will work,” he said, seeming to talk more to himself than anyone in the room. “Luke Skywalker is the best; he can do this. You’ll be fine.” He raised his hand as if he was going to pat him on the shoulder, but stopped just short of making contact, unsure.
Impulsively, following an instinct that came out of nowhere, he grabbed Poe’s hand before he could retract it. Poe’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away.
His headache grew much worse at the contact, but he didn’t drop Poe’s hand. Instead, he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I will be fine. Either way, you got me out of there, and I’m not going back. I don’t want to be FN-2187 anymore.”
Poe’s eyes widened, and he started to grin. “I never really liked that name. It doesn’t suit you at all.” He paused, bit his lip. “What do you think of Finn?”
Finn. It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning; he actually felt the click happen inside his head, and wondered why it had taken so long. For one instant his head felt like it was going to explode and he clutched at Poe’s hand, closing his eyes, but then the pain had passed and all that was left was a sense of rightness, of certainty. I am Finn and Poe Dameron is important to me.
Finn met Poe's worried eyes with a joyful smile. “Finn,” he answered. “Yeah, I like that.”
Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)He still wasn’t sure what was going on, and didn’t know if he ever would be, but he knew that he couldn’t let the pain stop him from trying to find out.
*GROSS SOBBING*
That was so good, holy shit. The daring familiar rescue and the tragic way Finn was conditioned to respond and LUKE and the murder in Rey's eyes and Finn holding on to Poe's hand, even though it hurt, the same way he hung on to his memory. I'm so, I don't know, I don't have words, just keysmashes and whimpers. I'm so pbblpth I'm so gfffulh. Not OP, but 10/10 A+++ WOULD BE WRECKED AGAIN
Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-18 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)I love Finn. I really should be nicer to him since he's my favorite, but I like to put him in tough situations and see what happens lol. I'm really glad you enjoyed my story.
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(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-19 12:01 am (UTC)(link)Thank you again for commenting. :)
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(Anonymous) 2016-04-17 01:36 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-19 12:02 am (UTC)(link)Seriously though I did want there to be hope. I wouldn't be able to leave Finn adrift permanently, so I wanted to leave a sense that things would turn out alright in the end. I'm so happy it came across.
Thank you!
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(Anonymous) 2016-04-17 10:03 am (UTC)(link)Poor BB Finn and all the hints of his life in the Resistance with Poe and Rey.
And I loved how he remembered that he was Finn when Phasma took him to see Ren and he acted so brave and fearless as he thought he was about to die. FINN I LOVE YOU.
And I was really afraid that it had worked after Kylo Ren and wouldn't remember, but of course he remembered that they are Finn and Rey and Poe Dameron.
Thank you so so much for this wonderful fill, author!anon!
Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-19 12:09 am (UTC)(link)For life in the Resistance, I wanted to show that he had been there a while without going into great detail, mostly because I tend to get caught up in my descriptions and then find that I've written 5,000 words about Poe showing Finn around and Rey practicing her Jedi training on the both of them, and nothing whatsoever about Finn's reconditioning. And I could be reading him wrong, but I thought it fit him to be defiant in the end. He spent a lot of TFA running (or trying to run) away, but in the end when he had to he faced the big bad head on, no clue what he was doing but determined to fight anyway. So I think he would be defiant, if not as witty or controlled as his other friends. :)
I'm glad that you enjoyed this and really appreciate your comment.
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(Anonymous) 2016-04-17 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Poe/Finn- Poe is Finn's anchor 3b/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-19 12:13 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for reading (and for indulging me in my long winded comment, natch).
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