We Three 1/2 (Poe/Finn, Rey/Finn, future ot3)thistleroseJanuary 2 2016, 20:27:56 UTC
Notes: This ended up being shippier than I'd intended. Apparently in my head Poe and Rey gravitate together because of a mutual desire to protect Finn.
"time is the key that will unlock the destiny of we three" - Patti Smith
Poe would have stayed by Finn's side, but Snap and Jess snuck up behind him, seized him by the arms, and, disregarding his loud protests, hauled him bodily from the room, insisting that he needed a shower and some food. BB-8 followed close behind, practically head-butting him in the shins to keep him moving. Poe would have fought them off - or tried, anyway - but Jess informed him that they were under orders from the General, so he reluctantly submitted.
An hour later, clean, fed, and wearing fresh clothes, he was on his way back to the medical wing. In his haste, he didn't see the girl until he nearly collided with her. She was standing in the doorway to Finn's room, her head bowed, her slim shoulders hunched. And - he realized with a jolt that rattled his bones - she was clutching Poe's jacket to her chest.
He almost didn't recognize it. It had been dirty the last time he'd seen it: on Finn, when they met again on Takodana. Now it was scorched, torn, and spattered with rust-colored stains that could only be blood. Whose? Poe wondered in a daze. Finn's, most likely, but some of them might well have been his own. And maybe the girl's; she wore clean clothes, and her hair looked as if it had been combed if not washed, but she was still pretty beat up.
"Hey," Poe said softly.
The girl slid him a glance, then looked back at Finn, who lay motionless on his hospital bed.
"Any change?" he asked.
She shook her head, and for a second, Poe had an urge to put his arms around her. She seemed so alone and, well, definitely not helpless, but … somehow lost. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. After a minute he said, "He'll be all right."
"How do you know?"
"Finn's a survivor. He walked away from a TIE-fighter crash. He survived the attack on Takodana. He'll pull through."
She looked at him again, with a little more curiosity. "How do you…?" He saw her fingers tighten around the folds of the jacket and understanding brightened her eyes. "You're the Resistance pilot that Finn helped escape. You're BB-8's master. This is yours." It wasn't a question.
"It's his," said Poe. He shrugged. "Looks better on him anyway."
Her eyes narrowed, and he wondered if she was trying to decide for herself if that was really true. Or maybe she thought there was some hidden meaning in his words. For all he knew, there was. Considering how little time Poe had actually spent with Finn, he liked him a lot. Finn had rescued him, fought with him, completed his mission when he'd been too injured to go on. He'd thought about Finn a lot as he'd made his circuitous way back to the Resistance, worried about him a great deal. A former stormtrooper with a good heart, but no clue whatsoever… Finding him alive on Takodana…
Maybe, he thought, shifting his gaze back to Finn. It struck him that he hadn't had the chance to just look at him since they'd first met on the Finalizer, to really study the face of the man who'd saved his life. He'd noticed before that Finn was handsome, but he'd missed the way his short black lashes curled, and the way his soft lips curved even as he lay there unconscious. Maybe it was a little unfair, ogling a man who was completely unaware of his presence. But in wartime, Poe told himself, you took the opportunities you got. He'd lost enough friends fighting the First Order to know that.
"time is the key that will unlock the destiny
of we three" - Patti Smith
Poe would have stayed by Finn's side, but Snap and Jess snuck up behind him, seized him by the arms, and, disregarding his loud protests, hauled him bodily from the room, insisting that he needed a shower and some food. BB-8 followed close behind, practically head-butting him in the shins to keep him moving. Poe would have fought them off - or tried, anyway - but Jess informed him that they were under orders from the General, so he reluctantly submitted.
An hour later, clean, fed, and wearing fresh clothes, he was on his way back to the medical wing. In his haste, he didn't see the girl until he nearly collided with her. She was standing in the doorway to Finn's room, her head bowed, her slim shoulders hunched. And - he realized with a jolt that rattled his bones - she was clutching Poe's jacket to her chest.
He almost didn't recognize it. It had been dirty the last time he'd seen it: on Finn, when they met again on Takodana. Now it was scorched, torn, and spattered with rust-colored stains that could only be blood. Whose? Poe wondered in a daze. Finn's, most likely, but some of them might well have been his own. And maybe the girl's; she wore clean clothes, and her hair looked as if it had been combed if not washed, but she was still pretty beat up.
"Hey," Poe said softly.
The girl slid him a glance, then looked back at Finn, who lay motionless on his hospital bed.
"Any change?" he asked.
She shook her head, and for a second, Poe had an urge to put his arms around her. She seemed so alone and, well, definitely not helpless, but … somehow lost. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. After a minute he said, "He'll be all right."
"How do you know?"
"Finn's a survivor. He walked away from a TIE-fighter crash. He survived the attack on Takodana. He'll pull through."
She looked at him again, with a little more curiosity. "How do you…?" He saw her fingers tighten around the folds of the jacket and understanding brightened her eyes. "You're the Resistance pilot that Finn helped escape. You're BB-8's master. This is yours." It wasn't a question.
"It's his," said Poe. He shrugged. "Looks better on him anyway."
Her eyes narrowed, and he wondered if she was trying to decide for herself if that was really true. Or maybe she thought there was some hidden meaning in his words. For all he knew, there was. Considering how little time Poe had actually spent with Finn, he liked him a lot. Finn had rescued him, fought with him, completed his mission when he'd been too injured to go on. He'd thought about Finn a lot as he'd made his circuitous way back to the Resistance, worried about him a great deal. A former stormtrooper with a good heart, but no clue whatsoever… Finding him alive on Takodana…
Maybe, he thought, shifting his gaze back to Finn. It struck him that he hadn't had the chance to just look at him since they'd first met on the Finalizer, to really study the face of the man who'd saved his life. He'd noticed before that Finn was handsome, but he'd missed the way his short black lashes curled, and the way his soft lips curved even as he lay there unconscious. Maybe it was a little unfair, ogling a man who was completely unaware of his presence. But in wartime, Poe told himself, you took the opportunities you got. He'd lost enough friends fighting the First Order to know that.
Maybe…
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