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The Light of a Thousand Stars, Ch. 5

Rating: T

Word Count: 2208

Pairing: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Summary: Commander Dameron and Black Squadron’s continued search for Lor San Tekka brings them closer and closer to danger and exposing the First Order as a sinister threat. A new pilot on the team threatens their tight dynamic and although Poe is trying to desperately keep them together, he knows that at some point Evelyn and Kaleb are going to have to go their separate ways–to find their father and bring him back to the Resistance. Sequel to We Belong to the Stars.

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Evelyn had walked into the briefing with Leia fully prepared to turn her aunt down and offer Poe up to go in her place--Leia of course had other plans. Thirty seconds into the briefing, Evelyn knew her aunt wasn't going to take no for an answer. Even after she had argued, adamantly, to not join her brother, her aunt had ordered her. "You're ordering me to go?"

Leia glanced at Kaleb and then Poe before answering her, knowing full well that she was only going to make her niece angrier. "Yes, I"m ordering you. In this situation, Evelyn, I'm not your aunt, I'm your general."

"So now, after all these years, you're going to pull that card out?" Evelyn shot back, accusingly. 

"The needs of the galaxy outweigh your personal feelings," Leia stated, sternly.

"Haven't they always? Ever since I was a child!"

"I know you're angry and I understand--"

"No! I don't think you do understand, Aunt Leia, or should I say General. If you did--you wouldn't be sending me on this mission."

Poe quietly watched as Evelyn stormed out of the situation room, near tears, refusing the itch to follow her.

Kaleb sighed, heavily. "That went well."

Leia shot her nephew a furious look. "Your sister needs to learn it's not about her."

"I think she knows that; she made it clear she knows that."

"I am not going to argue with you as well, Kaleb."

Kaleb fell silent; Evelyn's words had affected his aunt. It wasn't like his little sister to burst out in such anger towards Leia. "I'll make sure the ship is prepped to leave in the morning," he said, instead. "That should give Evie enough time to cool down before we go."

Poe let out a slow breath. "Or...she'll jump in her x-wing and disappear for a few days," he offered up what was in the back of all their minds. "She isn't military, General; disobeying orders mean nothing to her."

Leia's brown eyes snapped up to meet his. "Disappointing family does though."

"Maybe we should leave as soon as I prep the ship--that way we don't give her enough time to run," Kaleb said.

"Agreed," Leia replied, rubbing her temples. "Poe, we need to talk about who takes her place on Black Squadron while she's away." 

When he didn't answer, she looked up at him. Judging by the look in his eyes he didn't want to talk about that--he wanted to make sure that Evelyn was alright. In a way, Leia couldn't blame him. He was probably the only one that Evelyn wasn't angry with at the current time and he might be able to calm her down before she left with her brother.

Licking his lower lip, Poe didn't move from his spot, not until he saw Leia give him the silent okay and proceeded to go after Evelyn.

Sela Skywalker had been buried on Yavin IV--not far from her home. She had been memorialized several weeks later in the Senate. 

Evelyn had worn the most lavish, black dress that her aunt's staff could find; the family had distinctive roles to play. Grieve, but don't look weak. Always stay a step behind Leia and your father. Hands clasped, chin high. And absolutely not one word about Ben. Behind a lace veil she had watched as person after person spoke about her mother, her contributions to the Rebellion, her bravery for leaving the Empire at the age of sixteen--her sacrifice of her life to protect her children. When they were done speaking, Evelyn carried a wreath made of flowers from her mother's home planet, resting them at the foot of a memorial to fallen Rebellion heroes.  She was supposed to get up immediately, head held high, and walk back to her seat--seeing her mother's name etched in stone, froze her in place.

Tears filled her eyes, a rage boiling inside of her--absolutely not one word about Ben--she was supposed to pretend that Ben had not been the one to murder her mother, had not been the one to destroy everything. All in the name of reputation. Poe had been the one to get her to her feet. Evelyn had ran from the memorial--damn appearance, damn reputation.

She ran until her lungs burned, dropping to her knees in a garden in the middle of the capital city. This time she didn't run until her lungs burned, although she ran with the same amount of rage and pain. She ran until she couldn't anymore, when she arrived at the shore of the lake. 

Poe found her there, at the edge of the lake, aggressively tossing rocks into the water. He stood there, silently, for a few moments, letting her get out her frustration. However, when it became clear that she was only getting more escalated, Poe stepped up, reaching out and clamping down on the wrist that held a rock firmly in its grasp. "Evelyn," he whispered, "stop."

Shaking, Evelyn dropped the rock in the sand and turned towards him. Her eyes were puffy and swollen from crying and Poe immediately was brought back to after Sela's funeral, when he found Evelyn amongst the ruins of her past life.

"Why did he leave me? I needed him! And he just left!"

"I don't know why he left," Poe answered, calmly. "I wish I did. I wish I could take this pain away."

"I just want to run away! I can't be what the galaxy needs me to be!" Evelyn sobbed. "I can't be what my family needs me to be!"

Poe moved towards her and pulled her into his arms. She curled into his embrace, her body shaking with violent sobs.  He let her cry, holding her tightly and stroking her hair.  When her body started to settle and her cries diminished, he softly said, "I would miss you if you ran away."

Evelyn knew that this was his attempt to make her laugh but instead it just made her cry. Then come with me, she wanted to say, but she had asked him that five years ago and he had walked away from her--surely he would do the same now. The circumstances were much dire. "I never asked for this," she cried.

His eyes closed as his fingers glided through her hair. "No one asked for this, Evelyn," he said, firmly. "It's just the unfortunate circumstances we've been handed."

She pulled away, shaking her head. "No, that's not what I meant--I never asked to be force sensitive, a Jedi--a Skywalker."

"We can't chose the family--the legacy--we're born into."

"I know that, but I'm not strong enough for this legacy." You're nothing but a disappointment--a failure.

"Sure you are; you've been through hell and still remind kind--that shows strength."

"Why do I feel so weak?"

Poe smiled, sadly. "It's not weakness, princess--it's exhaustion."

Evelyn closed her eyes and swallowed a sob. "Poe--I'm being serious here! Can you not make everything into a joke?"

He didn't need to be Force sensitive to know how tense she was or how conflicted she was; Poe could just sense it. He knew her so well. Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair. "Fair enough; listen, Evie...I told you a while ago that no one expects any of us to do this alone. We're stronger together."

She sniffled, wiped the tears from her eyes on the back of her hand. "Maybe then that's why I feel so weak, Poe, because right now I feel absolutely alone."

"You are not alone."

Before she could even say anything, Poe stepped forward and grabbed her hands in his own. Giving them a reassuring squeeze, he whispered, firmly, "Evelyn. Look at me." When she did he felt his heartbreaking at the look in her eyes. Wiping the tears away, he promised her, "You are not alone; you have me, you have your brother and your aunt. I don't want you to ever feel like you're alone, because you're not."

Closing her eyes to stop herself from crying all over again, she leaned into him. "Poe. Hold me, please."

Poe didn't hesitate; he enveloped her into his arms and held her tightly. If he could take her place on this mission--he would--in a heartbeat. The reality was that she needed to go; she needed to make peace with her past. Staying here would be avoiding it, bottling it up inside, and he was concerned that she was bottling too much already. At some point she would explode. His commlink buzzing broke the sudden peaceful quiet, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he fished it out of his pocket. 

"General Organa says the Mirror Bright is ready to take off."

Can't we just give her a couple of hours? Poe cleared his throat. "We'll be there in five."

Evelyn moved away from him, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Everyone was afraid I was going to run, weren't they?"

Poe ran his tongue over his lips. "Yeah," he said, honestly. "Your brother and aunt didn't want to give you the chance." She didn't say anything for a moment, and he stumbled over his words, "Listen, I can call them back and tell them you need more time..."

Shaking her head, Evelyn sighed, heavily. "No. I just need to stop by my quarters before I go. Let's not keep them waiting."

Leia had once told her doing the right thing wasn't always the easiest. In Evelyn's case the right thing wasn't just hard--it was painful. While she understood the importance of finding her father that didn't change the fact he'd just disappeared six years ago. As the galaxy fell apart around her, Luke had just walked away, changing everything she once believed about him.  The man she had grown up adoring, loving, would never have just walked away or so she had believed. Jaw clenched, she clipped her lightsaber to her belt and pushed the anger deep within her. She wasn't doing this for her father--she might be angry at both of them, but she was doing this for Leia and Kaleb.

Fixing her jacket, and with CB-2 following behind her, Evelyn left her small quarters.

The sun was just starting to set on D'Qar; there was hardly anyone on the flight pad--but everyone on base knew where Kaleb and Evelyn were off to that day. It was hard to keep secrets around this place, even if they had wanted to keep it a secret. Leia and Poe--along with BB-8--were the only ones to actually see them off.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Leia asked her, giving her an out if she really needed it. "If not I can send Poe."

"Kaleb and Poe will kill each other if they go alone," Evelyn replied, glancing at her brother.

"What? No we won't!" Kaleb protested.

"We rescued you without bickering," Poe added.

Evelyn tossed him a gentle look. "You won't be rescuing anyone this time," she said. "You'll bicker and kill each other. I would know this would be the outcome; I grew up with you. Everything was one, big competition between you two."

Kaleb scowled at his younger sister. "Come on, Evie. I think we've grown up a little bit since then. If you really aren't up for this Poe and I can manage."

She knew that everyone was concerned about her mental state--she'd be lying if she wasn't concerned. However, Evelyn was aware that there were just certain things that only her and her brother could handle. Finding her father was one of them. "I'll be fine."

He tentatively glanced at his aunt but Leia simply shook her head, silently telling him not to argue anymore. Kaleb sighed and grabbed his bag. "Okay--then I guess we better get a move on."

Leia gently gestured for her niece and nephew to come closer to her so she could hold them--tightly--for a brief moment. "Stick together," she whispered. Pulling back, softly she touched each of their cheeks with a delicate hand. "Stay safe. We need you to come back here with or without your father."

"We'll be okay, Aunt Leia," Evelyn assured her.

"Yeah," Kaleb agreed, smirking at Poe. "We're not taking Poe with us."

"Your sister was right--I would have killed you," Poe snapped, glaring at him.

Evelyn suddenly wished that Poe was coming with them--his snarky presence around her brother felt oddly comforting--but she knew he was needed here. Poe could sense her unease and moved to grab her up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. Evelyn closed her eyes tightly, thinking what if I never see him again? 

Poe let his lips linger near her ears and whispered. "I'll be right here, princess, when you return. Promise."

This gave her the strength to let go of him, to affectionately scratch BB-8 on top of his domed head, and follow her brother onto the Mirror Bright. As the door closed, Evelyn and Kaleb glanced back only once at the place they had called home for the last six years.

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The Light of a Thousand Stars, CH. 4

Rating: T

Word Count: 1948

Pairing: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Summary: Commander Dameron and Black Squadron’s continued search for Lor San Tekka brings them closer and closer to danger and exposing the First Order as a sinister threat. A new pilot on the team threatens their tight dynamic and although Poe is trying to desperately keep them together, he knows that at some point Evelyn and Kaleb are going to have to go their separate ways–to find their father and bring him back to the Resistance. Sequel to We Belong to the Stars.

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Leia had to push her worries about Evelyn's emotional state at the moment; they had other matters to attend too. If she could, she would order her niece to go home and rest for a few days--but sending Evelyn to Yavin IV would only trigger more nightmares, more anxiety--it would do more harm than good. If she had too, she could slap Poe around a bit and remind him to stop charming every person he met.

Although, that seemed unlikely to happen. Poe was just naturally charming.

Stepping into the briefing room, Leia's eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome charmer. Right now, she noticed that he wasn't smiling. It was obvious that his friend's betrayal of him was still weighing heavily on his mind. And perhaps some worry for how Evelyn was feeling, given he'd seen her storm out of the mess hall. His eyes questioned if Leia had spoken to her; Leia smiled, "She's fine. Give her some space and some time to calm down a little; we both know that if you approach too soon to fix anything it might just make her angrier."

Kaleb chuckled. "She's jealous and in denial that she is. Apparently, she thinks she's above jealousy."

Poe looked surprised. "Evelyn?" He was usually the one that got jealous; she was usually the one that was level headed, calm. "She's jealous? Of Sura?"

"Force, you're oblivious, Dameron."

:"Why would she be jealous?"

"Oh, I don't know, because you kinda liked Suralinda flirting with you."

"What? No I didn't!"

Leia chuckled to herself; her nephew was right, Poe could really be oblivious at times. She cleared her throat. "Can we get back on track here? We just got word on a possible sighting of your father."

Kaleb blinked, shocked. No one had heard from his father in years; Black Squadron is trying to track down a map to find him, for kriffs sake. Had Luke finally come out of hiding? "Where?" he asked, almost skeptically.

Poe shifted, noticing his friend's uneasiness. No one had seen or heard from Luke and if he had come out of hiding, Poe could understand why not contacting his children would sting for Kaleb. Surely, if Luke was returning he would reach out to Kaleb and Evelyn. "Are we sure this is legit?" he inquired.

"No," Leia said with a shake of her head. "But if it is him, I think you and Evelyn should go check it out, Kaleb."

"Evie isn't going to want to go," Kaleb replied, tightly. "She's angry at him for just leaving us."

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Poe offered.

"She's angry at you too right now; how are you going to convince her?"

"I have my ways."

Kaleb glared at him. "I don't want to hear about your ways of getting my sister to do stuff."

Poe mirrored his look. "Do you want her to go with you or not?"

Leia rolled her eyes; they could argue all day and she knew that the Resistance didn't have a lot of time to figure this out. "If we want Evelyn to go--I will be the one to talk to her. I don't need either one of you making here angrier than she already is."

"What if she doesn't want to go, Aunt Leia?" Kaleb asked.

"The flirt here will go with you," Leia responded with a smirk.

"I'm not sure you actually told us where anyone is going yet," Poe pointed out.

"Jedha."

"Jedha? Why there?"

Kaleb let out a slow breath. "It was the first testing sight for the Death Star, as well as one of the rumored places to have an ancient Jedi Temple. My mother always believed that the temple was destroyed when the Empire fire upon Jedha City. It's nothing but a cater now."

Leia nodded in agreement. "Intel suggested it was; however, this would be a logical place for your father to travel. If he is looking for answers like he claimed, and those ancient Jedi artifacts and texts might still be intact--I think this is worth checking out, Kaleb."

Poe could tell that Kaleb was feeling uneasy; it could be trap set by the First Order, but if it wasn't..."She's right, you know," the pilot said, firmly.

"Yeah. I know. Just...convincing Evie...that's going to be difficult."

"I'm still offering to try."

"Why don't you just start with getting her to come see me, Commander?"

"Yes, ma'am," Poe said, before slipping out of the briefing room and heading out onto the base to locate Evelyn.

After the briefing, Poe found Evelyn on the flight pad. "Still angry at me?" he questioned, a slight twinkle in his eye. When she didn't say a word, Poe leaned against her fighter. "I saw you storm out of the mess hall earlier. Either you were angry at me or your brother; I'm gonna play it on the safe side and say it's me."

Evelyn tossed him a sideways look. Judging by the way Poe was acting, she knew that Kaleb had already informed him of what she'd done in the mess hall at lunch. "He was annoying me," she answered, honestly.

Poe crossed his arms over his chest. "About me?" he guessed, that sparkle still in his eyes.

"What did Kaleb say to you?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. I don't believe you."

He pushed off of her fighter and took a step closer to her. "It seems that someone is jealous," Poe stated, silently laughing. "I don't know why she would be jealous because I think it's absolutely crazy that she would think I would have eyes for anyone else."

She glared at him even though she wasn't that angry. If she gave him an inch though, she knew he would walk all over. As it was, he was grinning ear to ear at her. "Be careful," Evelyn responded, sternly, "or she might go look for someone else."

Poe chuckled, one hand lazily reaching for hers and grasping it. He massaged her fingers between his own as his free hand came up to cup her face. "You have nothing to worry about, princess; I thought you knew that. By the time I met Sura, I was already hopelessly in love with you--I just hadn't worked the courage up to tell you."

Evelyn adverted looking into his deep brown eyes, out of embarrassment because he was right--she did have nothing to worry about. "It's not you I'm worried about--it's her. I don't like how she just flirts with you with me standing right there, and you don't have to enjoy it, you know."

"Did you know you're kinda adorable when you're jealous?" he asked, kissing her, tenderly.

"I'm serious!" she gasped, even as he leaned in for another kiss. "Poe!"

"C'mon, Evie--it meant nothing. And I stand by what I said--you're adorable when jealous."

"You better remember this moment the next time you get jealous."

He grew serious, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I make no promises."

She jokingly scoffed and pushed him away. "Can I get back to work?"

"Not on your fighter, you aunt wants to see you."

"What for? A mission?"

"Yeah... you could say that."

Evelyn peered at him, curiously. She wondered why he was being so secretive. If this was a mission for Black Squadron he would just come out and tell her what the mission was. She thought about opening up to the Force to probe him, but knew how much he hated that, and frankly, she wasn't sure she had the energy to accomplish that. "What's going on Poe? Why can't you just tell me if Aunt Leia wants me to go on a mission or not?"

Poe pursed his lips, glancing over the tarmac and the line of star fighters before glancing, tentatively, back at her. "Because, it has to do with your father--your aunt, myself, and Kaleb all know what a... delicate subject that is with you."

She paused for a moment. "This have something to do with the map?"

He shook his head. "No. Your father was sighted on Jedha."

A dozen different emotions flashed through her blue eyes; she wrung her wrists and for a brief second Poe was certain that she was going to burst into tears. Evelyn took a deep breath instead. "The Jedi Temple?" she guessed, in a whisper soft voice.

"It's what your brother is speculating."

"Aunt Leia wants Kaleb and I to go, doesn't she?"

"She does; if he's there she hopes you can convince him to come back with you."

Evelyn scoffed. "I couldn't convince him to stay five years ago after my mother died. I highly doubt I can convince him now."

Poe chose his words, carefully. "Things have changed since then, Evie. You know the Resistance needs his help."

"So I should go across the galaxy to beg a man who abandoned me to help?"

"Well...when you put it that way...it doesn't sound like such a great idea."

"No, it doesn't does it?"

"I know it hurt when he left...but don't we have to try?"

She knew that he was right; she hated that he was right. Evelyn pushed the tears back, leaving the unspoken between them--what if Luke didn't want to come back? Could Kaleb and Evelyn handle being abandoned by their father again? "Fine," she snapped, "I'll go see my aunt, but I'm not making any promises that I'm going with Kaleb."

At this point, Poe knew that was the best he was going to get from her. It was going to be up to Leia and Kaleb to convince Evelyn to go on the mission. "If it makes you feel better--Black Squadron will be stuck here while you're gone."

Evelyn looked at him, puzzled. "How is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Poe smiled, coyly. "We'll be here, bored. Never a good thing when you have a bunch of bored pilots around."

"My aunt has sent you out on missions without me, Poe."

"I'm just trying to help here, princess."

She sighed and stepped towards him, softly planting a kiss on his cheek. "I know. Thank you."

He caressed her cheek with a calloused hand. Suddenly, he flashed back to her standing on that flight pad, hope filling her eyes for a brief second as she thought he was joining her and the Resistance. The devastation written on her face as he walked away still haunted him; how he had abandoned her weeks after Luke left, weeks after Sela had died, that would haunt Poe for the rest of his life. "Evelyn, I know this is hard for you. I wasn't here the last time; I am now."

Taking a calming breath, she knew that Poe was trying to make up for what happened five years ago--when he chose the Republic over her. At the time, she thought she couldn't possibly hurt anymore as she watched him walk away. She had been wrong; the months and years that followed without any contact from either her father or Poe had hurt so much more. "You came back on your own, Poe," Evelyn reminded him. "I didn't have to go looking for you or chase down a map to find you."

Stepping back, Poe held his hand out to her. "Come on," he said, taking her hand in his own. "Your aunt is waiting for you."  Together they walked towards the command center; Poe might not be able to go with her and Kaleb to help them on their mission to find their father--but he could at least walk Evelyn to her briefing and support her.

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The Light of a Thousand Stars, Ch. 2

Rating: T

Word Count: 2354

Pairing: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Summary: Commander Dameron and Black Squadron’s continued search for Lor San Tekka brings them closer and closer to danger and exposing the First Order as a sinister threat. A new pilot on the team threatens their tight dynamic and although Poe is trying to desperately keep them together, he knows that at some point Evelyn and Kaleb are going to have to go their separate ways–to find their father and bring him back to the Resistance. Sequel to We Belong to the Stars.

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“Your girlfriend doesn’t like me very much, does she?” Suralinda pointed out once they were alone.

“What are you talking about? You just met," Poe replied, tightly.

Suralinda chuckled and ordered their drinks from a nearby waiter. She knew that he wasn't blind and that he was completely aware of how his girlfriend perceived her."Come on, Dameron, you're smarter than that. You saw how she looked at me. She doesn't trust me."

Poe stiffened. He didn't want Suralinda to think that the Resistance couldn't be trusted with the information she had just because Evelyn was weary of her. "Listen, she's been through a lot--she doesn't trust easily. Just give her some time, okay?"

With a slight shrug, Suralinda watched as the waiter placed their drinks on the table. She picked hers up and took a sip. "I'm not going to be around long enough to give her time to like me or even get to know me. I've got to get back to work after all."

"You sure about that? We could use a good pilot like you."

"I'm sure; I gave that life up years ago."

Taking a sip of his own drink, Poe didn't pursue the matter. There were some people he would try to pressure but he knew Suralinda well--and he knew there was no changing her mind. Besides, it was probably for the best if Suralinda didn't come to D'Qar; she might just throw off the balance, the cohesion of his team if she did. "So, what's so important that you only reached out to me?" he asked, changing the subject. "And that I had to come all the way out here to meet you?"

Suralinda smiled, sultry. "What? You didn't want to see me, Poe?"

Poe chuckled. "I'm happy to see you...just... my time is precious."

"Cost of being a leader, I suppose. Well, in that case... it's not so much information but rather a story I'm working on..."

"A story? Sura, the Resistance doesn't have time to be a source for you."

"Don't worry, Poe, I've made sure there's something in this for you."

"Fine. What do you have?"

Suralinda leaned forward, her finger tracing the rim of her glass. She was about to tell him when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye; a rather unsurly looking group had just entered the bar. "Oh no."

Poe, puzzled, peered in the direction she was looking. "What's wrong? You know them, Sura?"

Getting up quickly, knocking their drinks to the floor.  She grabbed his hand and pulled Poe to his feet. "We need to go--NOW."

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Insufferable bastard! Evelyn thought as she stormed back onto the ship and threw her mask off. Why do I love him so damn much? She wished it was easy to forget, but she couldn't stop picturing the way Suralinda had looked at Poe, flirted with him, and how Poe seemed to enjoy it. Was her thinking irrational? Probably. Yet, she couldn't stop the angry, hurtful feelings coursing through her. He should trust my judgment more than hers!  

Angrily, she reached out and threw everything off the tiny table in the hold. It wasn't until CB-2 blurted in surprise that Evelyn realized she had used the Force. Instantly she mollified; she had never used the Force in such a way before, she had never felt so angry that she couldn't control her power. She had witnessed what that uncontrolled anger and rage did to a force sensitive, having watched Ben fall to the dark side. Before, he'd been angry enough as a child to throw her across the courtyard and break her arm--he'd been six.  When she had been thirteen, she'd witnessed Ben using the Force to shove Poe off a cliff into a swimming hole so hard it broke his clavicle. Was she getting to that point? Was she getting so angry that she was next to fall?

"Sorry...sorry Ceebee...I didn't mean...I didn't mean to scare you," Evelyn whispered, swallowing the foul tasting bile in her mouth.

CB-2 accepted her apology, wondering why she was so angry in the first place.

Letting out a slow breath, Evelyn sat down on the floor with the droid, drawing her knees up towards her chest. "I...I wish I knew. I know Poe loves me...it shouldn't bother me when an attractive woman flirts with him... but it does, Ceebee.  And for some reason it just made me incredibly angry this time."

Everything from her training told her that her attachment to Poe was dangerous--her father often preached caution when speaking of attachments. He didn't agree with the Jedi swearing off of emotional attachment. It was something, Luke had told her, was impossible to do. Isolation in his mind led to worse fates than falling in love, but falling in love left a person much more vulnerable. It was love that had saved Luke after all--his father's love had overcome the demons inside of him and he was able to return to the light before his death. 

Love could also tear people apart, Evelyn had learned. Her family had fallen victim to that. I won't let this woman tear Poe and I apart; I won't let this anger destroy us, she vowed, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen. 

Getting up off the floor, she moved towards the cockpit and opened a small compartment. Reaching inside she found her lightsaber and pulled it out. Ever since being taken captive by Terex, Evelyn had taken to bringing her saber along on most missions. She had yet to use it yet--not being able to bring herself to that point. She wasn't sure if she would ever be able to use it again. Activating it, it hummed to life in her hand--a brilliant white blade shooting forth. She heard CB-2 beep in wonder and she smiled. "Yeah... I made this. My dad and I went to harvest the kybor crystal together on IIum." It was one of the last things we did together. 

After the destruction of the Jedi, Evelyn had wanted to destroy the weapon. Kaleb had taken it for safe keeping, with the hope that she would want it back someday. It wasn't until a year after their mother's death that he had returned it to her. Since then the weapon had been hidden away in her x-wing but she had not felt the need or desire to tear it to pieces. 

Twirling it effortlessly in her hand she got lost in her memories of a different time--that is until BB-8 burst into the cockpit, alarming her. Shutting the lightsaber down she listened to him intently for a moment, before asking, "What do you mean Poe was taken prisoner by the First Order? What are they even doing out here?"

BB-8 went on to explain that a gang had showed up at the bar Poe and Suralinda were at and she had insisted that the flee. They had done so, and while Suralinda was in another tavern, with Poe and BB-8 waiting for her to return, she had been arrested. In the process she had blown Poe's cover...and he'd been arrested as well. 

Grabbing her Tusken mask, she placed it back over her face, pulling the scarf over her nose and mouth. Clipping her light saber to her belt she instructed BB-8 to lead the way. "Let's go get Poe out of trouble--again, shall we?"

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It soon became clear to Poe that he wasn't just taken into custody because he was Commander Poe Dameron--he was taken into custody to find Evelyn. They knew he hadn't come to Pheryon alone or that Suralinda was his only company. After trying to charm his guards and getting promptly, and swiftly beaten, the leader had asked where they could find Evelyn. 

Poe refused to tell them. "I came alone," he lied. "My turn to ask a question--what did you do with Suralinda?" He absorbed the following blow, biting the inside of his cheek and tasting the blood that filled his mouth.

"Where is the Jedi, Commander?"

"I told you, she isn't here. I came alone!"

He braced himself for another blow, but the door flew open, distracting the Stormtroopers. Evelyn stood in the doorway, cloaked, lightsaber engaged. Immediately the guards moved to intercept her--she quickly swung her blade in one hand to parry their shots, using her free hand to reach to the Force and clear the guards back.

Poe quickly threw his legs out from underneath his chair, taking the closest guard to him down swiftly. Standing, he used the chair to knock down the other two guards reaching for the weapons near him, and spinning about so Evelyn could use her lightsaber to break his cuffs. She then used it to deflect blasts from the remaining troopers, tossing Poe her own blaster.

Armed now, Poe was easily able to take down the remaining guards with Evelyn's help warding off an stray blast bolts with her saber. With the guards taken care of, the room fell eerily silent, with nothing but the hum of Evelyn's blade. Wiping the sweat from his upper lip, Poe glanced at her. "Thanks. How'd you know where to find me?"

Evelyn shut the lightsaber down. "BB-8 came to get me. He's waiting outside with orders to notify the Resistance if we don't join him in about fifteen minutes."

"Then we better find Sura and get out of here."

"Really, Poe? She's the one that got you in this situation in the first place!"

"We can't just leave her here!"

"Of course we can!"

Poe clenched his jaw. He wasn't sure what her problem was with Suralinda, and he didn't have time to find out at the moment--they needed to get Suralinda and get the hell off planet. "She's my friend, Evie. I'm not going to leave her behind. Either you can help me find her or you can wait outside with Bee."

Evelyn balled her fists up against her thighs. Damn him and his intense loyalty; it was going to get them killed. "I told Bee I wasn't leaving here without you."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the corridor. "Then I guess you're coming with me to find Sura."

She felt that anger bubbling up to the surface again. "If I die--saving her ass--I swear to the maker, Poe, I'll haunt you every waking day."

"Is that a promise?"

"No! A threat!"

"Didn't sound very threatening to me."

"You two don't argue quietly, do you?"

Glancing up, Poe saw Suralinda standing in front of them, holding a blaster and a vibroblade. "How'd you escape?"

Suralinda looked over her shoulder into the room that she had been held captive. "I have my ways. Evelyn's right--we should get going, before BeeBee-Ate sounds the alarm to the Resistance or more Stormtroopers show up." She noticed that Evelyn's eyes flickered with an intense anger, no doubt she knew what Suralinda had been up to all along. Judging from the hilt of a lightsaber in here hand, it appeared that the rumors of her not using the Force were false. She was very much using the Force and using it to read the former Navy pilot.

Poe spun Evelyn about and ordered her to head back towards where she had left BB-8. He wasn't sure why Suralinda didn't want to talk about how she'd managed to escape, but he'd seen the look in Evelyn's eyes--signaling to him that she knew something that he did not. 

BB-8 was thrilled to see them, stating they only had a minute to spare before he'd reached out to the rest of Black Squadron. Poe calmed him with a gentle pat on his head and let go of Evelyn's hand, leading the way back to their ship. Thankfully, the journey was uneventful and they were back in space in no time and entering hyperspace. Evelyn either refused to be in the same cockpit as Suralinda, or she really was tired when she said she was going to lay down--either way Poe said nothing to her after he'd calculated the jump and she disappeared.

It was probably best to let things settle down before talking to her.

Suralinda leaned forward in the co-pilot's chair. "I'm sorry, Poe."

Poe shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean to get me in trouble."

"That's just it, Poe. I did."

"What? Why? I thought we were friends."

"The First Order came to me--they offered money--if I could find the Resistance base."

"So, your first instinct was to call me?"

"I needed you," she confessed. "And even though the Navy was being quiet--I knew you had defected. I knew you were working for General Organa."

"You were going to use me--or friendship--to betray people you once flew with?" Poe snapped. It was his turn to be angry.

"Yes, but then...I saw you again, and I just...couldn't do it," Suralinda supplied. 

Evelyn was right. I should have listened to her. Poe looked away for a second. "You realize that when we make it to the Resistance I have to tell General Organa this--I'm not sure what she's going to do. Especially where you little gamble could have cost her niece her life."

Suralinda nodded in understand. "I know; I didn't think you'd bring her along for the ride. Guess you're lucky that you did--she saved your life back there. I"m not sure I would have gotten to you before those guards had enough of your snark and just blasted you."

Poe ran his tongue over his lips. "Yeah," he whispered, opening and closing his clenched fists. Force if Evelyn had been hurt...I don't know what I'd do or say right now. "I'm sorry I have to turn you in, Sura."

"It's okay; I get it."

"This isn't going to change Evelyn's mind about you."

"Figured."

Speaking of Evelyn...Poe excused himself from the cockpit. He needed to talk to Evelyn--he needed to smooth things over before they got worse. 

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The Light of a Thousand Stars, CH.1

Rating: T

Word Count: 2504

Pairing: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Summary: Commander Dameron and Black Squadron's continued search for Lor San Tekka brings them closer and closer to danger and exposing the First Order as a sinister threat. A new pilot on the team threatens their tight dynamic and although Poe is trying to desperately keep them together, he knows that at some point Evelyn and Kaleb are going to have to go their separate ways--to find their father and bring him back to the Resistance. Sequel to We Belong to the Stars.

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They said in space, no one could hear you scream.  

Of course, they were talking about if you actually, thrown out in the vast void of space—not safely tucked in your bunk on a cruiser.  It was her scream that woke him.  Commander Poe Dameron startled, initially, and then, tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.  He rolled on his side, and gently whispered in her ear, helping her back to sleep.  He laid there, watching as her eyes fluttered shut, thick lashes fanning out over pale skin. Poe’s heart broke each and every time she woke up, screaming for her mother, reliving the horrible attack that had shattered the Jedi and destroyed the Temple. He wished there was some way he could make those nightmares stop--but he'd seen the aftermath of Kylo Ren's destruction--and he knew, nothing he said or did would ever rid Evelyn of the demons that haunted her. 

Poe shivered, involuntarily, whether it was from the memories of the Navy’s response to the distress call, or that he was cold—he wasn’t sure. Gently, he stroked Evelyn's back, realizing far too late that his touch had pulled her from sleep. 

Evelyn sniffled, some drying tears glistened on her cheeks. "Did...did I have another nightmare?"

"It's okay; I was having trouble sleeping anyhow," Poe answered with a soft smile.

"No, it's not okay, Poe," she argued, fresh tears forming in her eyes. "I don't think it will ever be okay again."

"Evie, it will be alright, eventually, do you hear me?” he insisted, wiping the tears away.

She buried her face against his chest, soaking in the scent that was distinctly him. Evelyn wanted to believe him, but he had not been there the night that her mother had died; he had not seen the swing of the blade that had killed her. “I want to feel safe again, Poe; I haven’t felt safe anywhere in the galaxy for so long."

He kissed the top of her head, softly. “I've told you before and I'll keep telling you until you believe it--you’re safe with me. You’ll always be safe with me. I promise.” 

Evelyn wiped her eyes and crawled out of the bunk. She buried her hands in her unruly, tangled waves as she went to check the navcomputer. He was being sincere, she knew this, however, it never made her feel any better when she heard him say it. It only made her worry more for his safety. "I wish you'd stop promising me that--it's impossible to keep."

Poe sat up, brow furrowed. "You know I would never let anything happen to you. Why do keep doubting me, Evie?"

"Because I know what we're up against, Poe! I've seen what that kind of power and evil can do!"

"I was there too, you know. Damn it, I was the one that carried you to the medics!"

"You don't understand, Poe! I can't lose you too!"

"Who says you're going to lose me?"

Tears folded her eyes. Evelyn's latest nightmares hadn't just been about the night of the massacre, they had also been about Poe dying. Her family had already been torn apart thanks to Kylo Ren, and now that Poe was back in her life--he was on the true constant, alongside her brother and aunt. She knew that losing anyone of them could break her. "Who says I won't?"

Sighing, Poe got off the bunk and moved towards her.  "Evie, we can't live in fear. If we do--they win," he said, reaching for her hands. "I know you're scared about losing me--I'm scared about losing you as well--but I can't think about it. I just have to keep going, pushing forward and continue to hope for the best."

Evelyn took a step towards him and he gently took her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Sometimes she wished that they could just run away, abandon any responsibilities and obligations they had and just disappear. Of course, she knew Poe would never go for it--but it was nice to escape to that possibility every now and then. “Will we be on Pheryon soon?”

“Another couple of hours.”

“You should sleep.”

“What about you?”

“I won’t fall back to sleep now, not after having a bad dream.”

Poe watched, helplessly, as she slipped out of his arms and sank down in the pilot’s chair. She looked exhausted; he couldn’t recall the last time he truly saw her at peace. Maybe it had been back before her mother’s death. “Evelyn.”

Evelyn glanced up at him, her eyes tired. “Poe.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“We all share some blame; the signs were there—we knew it was coming.”

He wasn’t sure how any of them could have seen the turn events that destroyed the Jedi, tore her family apart. Poe still felt the ripples of shock when he thought about Evelyn and Kaleb revealing that it had been Ben that had led the fallen Jedi and murdered Sela Skywalker. “I know that you Force users seem to think that you should know all and be all, and all that—but Evie, that’s impossible—even for you.”

She looked away from him, her tears silently slipping down her cheeks. There were times when Poe thought he squarely had the galaxy on his shoulders, but it was clearly her that felt that weight. “I failed. I failed my parents; I failed my brother. Worst of all, I failed Ben.”

Poe wasn't sure how she could possibly think she had failed; she had been betrayed by someone she loved, a betrayal that cut so deep that she was carrying the weight of the galaxy around on her shoulders. No wonder she doesn't sleep at night, he thought, heavily. "Even if that were true, Evelyn--which it's not by the way," Poe said, frowning, "you still have a chance to make it right."

Evelyn wiped the tears from her eyes. He was always so optimistic--one of his charms, she supposed, and a big reason why people were so drawn to him. He was a natural born leader and didn't even know it yet. "Some things just can't be fixed, Poe."

The navicomputer beeped, signaling that they were pulling out of hyperspace. Poe wanted to continue this conversation, however, she was no distracted by having to pilot the ship, and he was left standing there wishing he could make things right for her.

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Overhead, birds took off in a panicked flight, startled by an X-wing pilot checking his engines and disturbing the normal peace and quiet of the planet.

Across the Resistance base on D’Qar the whispers followed him wherever he went—the mission to find Lor San Tekka was failing—despair was starting to settle in—no one had heard from Poe or Evie—many feared they were going to end up dead if they weren't already.

He did not. He knew the two pilots well, he knew that neither was going to go down without a fight. However, the longer they were gone, the more restless he got. 

Slipping into the main building, he found General Organa at the command station—she’s always at command—the Rebellion hero had not left since Poe and Evie set out for Pheryon.  He knew if General Organa had been much younger she would have gone to meet with Poe's contact instead. She was no stranger to dangerous, classified missions.

“General?” He addressed her, waiting for her to turn towards him.  When she did not he realized that she was not going to answer to him calling her that, and he sighed, “Aunt Leia.”

“Kaleb,” Leia said, finally turning to him and smiling, at him fondly, “what I can I do for you?”

"Anything from Poe or Evie? The ranks are getting restless."

"Nothing yet; the ranks are just going to have to be patient."

Kaleb shifted back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I'm worried about Evie. Her nightmares are getting worse and more frequent according to Poe."

Leia knew that her niece was having trouble sleeping but she trusted Evelyn to get the job done. “Your sister is more than capable of caring for herself.”

“Yeah, I know. She tells me all the time.”

“But you’re her older brother…”

He set his jaw. Yes, Kaleb was her older brother, and ever since the night of the slaughter—he’d been extra protective of her. "I've accepted that she's shut herself off from the Force, that she refuses to use her power--but I'm worried, Aunt Leia. Snoke got to Ben through visions and dreams, whose to say he won't try the same with Evie?"

She understood his anxiety; it was something she'd often thought of herself--would Snoke use the same dark side techniques on her niece and nephew. Leia sighed. "We can't push her, Kaleb, we both know how she reacts when we do."

Kaleb balled his fists and nodded. "Yeah, I know."

Leia reached out, gently placing her delicate hand on her nephew's solider. "I know this isn't what you wanted to hear, Kaleb. I wish I had a mission for you to keep your mind off of things right now."

"Don't worry, Aunt Leia," he said with a soft smile, "keeping the ranks calm and patient is enough work."

"Well, hopefully we're going to get some news soon," she said, tightly. "I'm starting to get impatient."

As he was about to head back up to the flight pad, Kaleb heard someone shouting for his aunt across the command center. His interest peaked, he followed her across the room. Poe had finally checked in--they had made it to Pheryon.

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Pheryon, Inner Rim

Ever since he was a child, he had always had his head in the clouds, constantly thinking about flying and ships.  Pressing his hand against the glass, Poe Dameron watched the floating cities and ports of Pheryon. If he could, he would stand there all day looking at this view.  Unfortunately for Poe, he was here to work.  Three months had passed since Poe and Kaleb Skywalker had rescued Evelyn Skywalker from Agent Terex and the First Order—three months since the mechanic that had sold them out to save his wife, sacrificed himself to save them.  The deaths of his friends and colleagues always haunted him, but he was having a practically hard time moving on from Oddy's death. If only he had come to me...

Numerous times he had been told it was not his fault what happened; Poe had no control over Agent Terex, he had no control over Oddy making the decision to keep everything from his friends because he thought they were safer that way. He still felt guilty, it didn’t matter how many times someone told him he wasn’t to blame for what happened. He'd almost lost Evelyn, and for that reason alone, he would always blame himself.

Sighing, Poe furrowed his brow in deep concentration and just focused on the beautiful view before him.  "Beautiful," he murmured.

"Yeah, not a bad view," a sultry, silky voice said behind him, "but I think I've got it beat."

Grinning, Poe turned around to see a tall, curvy Squamatan. "Suralinda Javos!" he exclaimed, drawing her into a tight hug, "it's been too long!"

Suralinda hugged him back. "It's good to see you too, Poe.  Thanks for coming."

"Of course. Your message sounded urgent."

"It is; the survival the of the Resistance depends on it."

Poe nervously ran his hand through his hair. Despite everything that had happened in the last six months, he did not go around advertising to friends that he was with the Resistance. That was in order to protect the secret location of their base, to protect the members that were working against the threat of the First Order. "You look great! Civilian life is treating you well, I take it?" Poe deflected, pulling back from their hug and taking her hands in his own.

Suralinda looked at him, cautiously. She knew what he was up too. He was trying to deny any involvement with the Resistance. She was surprised he wasn't willing to give up that information to an old friend. "It is; I'm a journalist now," Suralinda replied. "It has its own brand of stress--sometimes, I miss the Navy."

"Yeah, but at least no one is shooting at you."

"You'd be surprised."

"Poe?"

He let go of Suralinda's hands and the Squamatan watched as he turned towards another woman, whose face was partially hidden behind a scarf. All Suralinda could see was a whisp of chestnut brown hair and a pair of bright blue eyes. Poe's facial expressions instantly softened--indicating that this woman was special to him, that he cared deeply for her. If rumors were to be believed, then Suralinda knew that the woman behind the scarf was Evelyn Skywalker. She should have known that General Organa wasn’t going to send Poe by himself—however she was surprised she’d sent her niece. Just a few months ago the young woman had been a prisoner of the First Order—surely the General didn’t want to risk that again? Hence the scarf…

Evelyn clearly wasn’t as trusting as Poe—she kept a safe distance, her fingers very close to her blaster. It was interesting to Suralinda that the daughter of one of the most famous Jedi Knights in the galaxy didn’t carry a lightsaber.  What good was a blaster going to do if she came up against Kylo Ren? Probably not a whole lot of good, the former Navy pilot thought, noticing that Poe took a step closer to the young woman.

Watching as Poe tossed one of his charming, trade-mark smiles, Suralinda kept an eye on Evelyn, closely. She did seem very tense; and no one would blame her. “Hey! This is Suralinda Javos, we can trust her, Evie. We used to fly together.”

Suralinda could see that Evelyn didn’t trust her— but she didn’t need Evelyn to trust her. Poe did and that was enough. “Why don’t we go have a drink?” she suggested. “Then I can go over what I have for you, hmm?”

“Poe, I’m not sure this is a good idea…”

“Come on, Evie; trust me. Sura isn’t going to double cross us.”

Evelyn wasn’t so sure. Sometimes, Poe was entirely too trusting of people that he knew. Hadn’t Oddy taught them anything? That they couldn’t trust everyone. “We should just get the information from her and leave, Poe.”

Suralinda pursed her lips and set her gaze on the other woman. “You can wait at your ship if you want; Poe and I are going to go catch up, right Poe?”

It was obvious that Poe was a little torn—but before he could answer, Suralinda had his hand and he was following her towards the cantina—leaving Evelyn behind.

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We Belong to the Stars, Masterlist

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Pairings: Poe/OFC, Snap/Karé, Leia/Han

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Captain Phasma

Summary: Five years ago, Poe Dameron ignored the warning signs and stayed with the Republic, leaving behind the woman he had fallen in love with and breaking both their hearts. Now, Poe and his squamates have joined the Resistance, and he's forced to face his past. Kaleb and Evelyn Skywalker have been by their aunt's side since the formation of the Resistance, helping her to recruit more fighters to their cause while the First Order continues to grow stronger. As the Resistance prepares itself for the approaching conflict, new friendships are made, old ones are put to the test, and sparks fly between a certain pilot and Jedi.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 

Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 /  Chapter 15 

Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 /Chapter 18 /Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 

Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25

Chapter 26 / Chapter 27/ Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30

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We Belong the Stars, Ch. 29

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Poe sat hunched over the controls of the Mirror Bright while it flew towards Kaddak. He couldn't stop thinking about Evelyn, the danger she was in and if they didn't get to her before the First Order.  She'd disappear--Kylo Ren and Snoke would make sure of that.  If only she had given him more time back on Canto Bright to think of a plan...

Kaleb pat him on the shoulder, encouragingly before sitting down in the co-pilot's seat. "Aunt Leia wants us to debrief once we pull out of hyperspace.  Seems Dane and Rennick found some information for us."

"Great," Poe mumbled, rubbing his temples. "He must be dancing with glee to stick it to me for allowing Evelyn to be captured."

"I wouldn't say dancing," Kaleb replied. "Kaydel did say he was strutting around a bit more though..."

Raising his head, Poe glared at him. "Really? You're going to joke at a time like this?"

Sighing, Kaleb nodded. "Yes, because if I don't try to lighten the mood--the tension is going to choke us."

Poe closed his eyes.  Kaleb had a valid point.  The tension had been thick since Black Squadron had returned to D'Qar without Evelyn.  "I'm sorry," he said, suddenly.

Kaleb groaned, softly.  "Dameron, we've been through this--I don't blame you for what happened.  Evelyn tricked you, you were left with no choice but to let her go."

"I made a promise to you--to keep her safe. I broke that promise."

"We both know it was a ridiculously hard promise to keep--she was flying in your squadron after all."

BB-8 chirped some encouraging words; Poe sighed and nodded, trying to remain hopeful. It was hard though, when they were flying towards one of the most lawless places in the galaxy.  The Resistance wasn't going to give them much clout on Kaddak.  Black Squadron was on stand by if Poe and Kaleb didn't report in 24 hours that they had Evelyn, but even then Poe wasn't sure his pilots would be of much help. 

Kaleb's brow furrowed in concern for his friend.  Poe was usually the optimistic one.  Something was eating at him, and it was more than just Evelyn being caught.  "You couldn't have known that Oddy was the mole.  He was your friend; he was always concerned when Black Squadron was away and now that I think about it, when Evelyn was grounded, he spent a lot of time with her." Maybe we should have known... 

Poe shook his head to clear his thoughts. "It's not that.  Oddy was blackmailed into betraying us because Terex felt it was fine to threatening someone Oddy loved.  Well, whose to say that won't happen to one of us? What if the whole reason that Evelyn was taken was so you and Leia could be blackmailed? Or me?"

"She wasn't taken to manipulate my aunt or myself or even you--she was taken to be turned into a weapon."

"Why? Because turning Ben into a mass murderer wasn't enough?"

Instantly, Poe regretted those words when he saw the anguish flash through Kaleb's blue eyes.  Ben's fall to the dark side had ripped the Skywalkers and Solos apart and while most of the galaxy thought that Ben had died that night at the Temple--Poe was one of the few that knew he hadn't.  He'd been on Yavin the night it happened--his father had been with him when the found an injured Kaleb and Evelyn, stumbled across Sela's body--Poe had also been present when Kaleb and Evelyn made the terrible confirmation that it had been Ben that led the uprising, Ben that had murdered their mother.  Everything had crumbled after that. "I'm sorry, that was... that was insensitive..."

Kaleb smiled, sadly, and shook his head. "What? It's true, isn't it?  Snoke poisoned Ben into believing that the Jedi were evil and he needed to kill every last one of us.  He turned Ben into what he is now--if there's anything left of my cousin at all."

Poe glanced away, briefly. "It wasn't your fault--just like it wasn't Evelyn's or you father's. Your family needs to stop blaming themselves for the choices that Ben made."

"You sound like Lando--he said the same things to my aunt and uncle."

"Well--you have to admit we might be on to something."

BB-8 chirped that they were pulling out of hyperspace.  Poe turned in his chair and effortless guided the ship towards the planet's surface. They had located a spot far outside of the city to land, away from the prying eyes of criminals.  Luckily here no one really checked who was coming in and out of the system--it was essential if they wanted to keep up the illegal business.  Poe put the Mirror Bright down near a cave and shut the ship down. "Let's get in touch with Dane and Rennick."

Kaleb sighed and nodded, submitting Dane's comm code.  The spy appeared looking smug as usual. "I see you've managed to keep yourselves alive."

Poe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "We just arrived."

"Ah, so there's still time for you to piss off one of the many gangs here, Dameron."

"Do you have anything for us or did you just want us to call to taunt me, Dane?"

"As fun as that would be--we actually do you have information for you."

"And?"

Dane pursed his lips, realizing that Poe wasn't in the mood to play along.  "Terex runs a gang out of Kaddak.  He has a compound on the planet--after you left, Oddy contacted us again, giving us security codes to enter the compound, safely." 

Rennick appeared in the holo projection then. "Commander, we don't have to tell you how dangerous these men are--if you and Captain Skywalker are caught--well, it was nice knowing you."

Poe sighed and nodded, curtly.  Black Squadron had been in some nasty places in the last few months, but nothing compared to the dangers he was facing here with Kaleb.  But he needed to rescue Evelyn, and he needed to get her back D'Qar safely.  So, if he had to go charging into a compound swarming with gang members--he was going to do it. "We'll contact you if we need anything," he sad, reaching to shut the communication done.

"Wait!" Rennick stopped him. "Remember, if we don't hear from you in twenty-four hours, we're sending Black Squadron and our best special operations forces in, got it, Commander?"

"Got it," Poe said, shutting the communication down. He glanced at Kaleb and sighed, "In case those codes don't work--any thoughts on how to break into a gang stronghold?"

----

Evelyn hated waiting and she decided that she particularly hated waiting to die.  Because that was the only way this was going to turn out once Terex handed her over to Hux and Kylo Ren--she wouldn't give them what they wanted--she wouldn't turn to the dark side, she couldn't tell them where her father had gone. Once they realized she was worthless to them, she had no doubt that the Supreme Leader would have her executed. And he would probably have Ben to it since he had failed the first time the night the Temple fell. 

Hearing heavy footsteps near her cell, Evelyn glanced up to see Terex smiling at her.  He unlocked the door and stepped inside, brandishing a bottle and two glasses of wine. "Care to join me for a drink, my dear?"

"Do I have much of a choice?" Evelyn countered, glaring at him.

"I'm not going to force the wine down your throat if that's what your asking," Terex replied, closing the cell door behind him.  He sat down in the small chair kitty-cornered from her cot. 

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Relax, my dear. According to General Hux you've been bestowed a great honor to meet the Supreme Leader."

"I think General Hux and I have different opinions of what construes as a great honor," Evelyn snapped.

Terex chuckled and poured himself and Evelyn a glass of wine.  When she looked reluctant to take it, he grinned. "Now, Miss Skywalker, why would I put poison in this?  Like we discussed earlier--you are worth a lot of money to me, my dear."

Evelyn glared at him but still didn't take the wine. "I hope they're happy you bombed a city street to get me."

"Actually, that wasn't me; seems there are a few turf wars going on between arms dealers.  That was an assassination attempt--I just got lucky."

"And if the bombs had killed me?"

"Well then, I suspect the First Order would have dealt with the arms dealer that took their prize from them."

"Believe me, I'm not a prize to them--they view me as another weapon." 

Grinning, Terex sipped his wine. Once again he held the other glass out to her. "See? Not poison."  He delighted when she took his offering and sniffed it, just to make sure.  "I think you and I could have had a beautiful friendship, Miss Skywalker, if circumstances were different."

Curiously, Evelyn stared at him. "Friendship? You were hired by the First Order to kidnap me, attempted to kill my friends... and you think we could have had a friendship?"

Terex nodded. "We're not so different, you and I, Miss Skywalker."

Evelyn glared. "Please. Elaborate."

"Neither of us are a fan of the First Order."

"If that's the case, why are you working for them?"

He shrugged. "I needed the money.  Business has been difficult since your family dismantled the Empire."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm so sorry about that."

Terex put his glass down and leaned forward in his seat.  He took her chin in his hand, less aggressively than she anticipated. "Your family should have had the foresight to realize that the Emperor wouldn't leave ways for his Empire to return--for him to return."

Evelyn felt a cold dread run through her.  Long before Ben's fall to the dark side and the destruction of the Temple, her mother had worried about the possible return of the Empire--Sela had specifically cited that there had already been factions of it breaking off before the Battle of Yavin.  "The Emperor is dead.  My grandfather killed him."

"So the First Order would like you to think," Terex said, standing. He hovered over her. "The Republic is nothing but a facade, my dear." 

"The Senate would never..." Evelyn started to say, until she felt a tingly sensation forming in her limbs. "What...what did you...what did you do to me?"

"Just a little something to relax you my dear," the First Order agent replied, holding a small needle up. He'd distracted her just enough to inject her with the drug. "Now, don't fight it, Miss Skywalker--that will only make it worse."

If she had wanted to fight it, there was no way that she could--already Evelyn could feel the drug taking affect. "Bastard," she managed to snarl just before the ship faded away to darkness.

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We Belong to the Stars, Ch.28

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

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Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Evelyn took a step back in shock and fear.  They had been monitoring everything to make sure that this didn't happen--that Terex didn't get close to her.  Yet, here he was, standing in front of her in that chaos filled square, blaster trained on her.

Terex smiled at her. "You seemed surprised to see me, Miss Skywalker. You know, I couldn't make it obvious that I was here--otherwise, we both know Dameron would have left you behind--safe and sound with the Resistance." He glanced over his shoulder briefly. "And, my dear, speaking of Dameron--we need to get going before he comes to and realizes what is going on.  I really want to do this with as little blood spilled as possible."

"Really? The bombs kinda put a kink in that plan," Evelyn snapped, stepping away from him further. "And I'm not going with you."

"I will stun you and drag you out of here if I have too," Terex warned her. "Let's not make a scene."

BB-8 rolled forward then, his shock arm extended and he zapped the unsuspecting First Order agent.  He dropped his blaster and Evelyn took the opportunity to turn and run. She would have gotten away, she would have been able to use the chaotic scene around her to escape--if someone hadn't been waiting for her to try just that.  She slammed into the solid body and gasped. Behind her she could hear BB-8 frantically beeping. For the briefest second, Evelyn felt relief wash through her--until she realized that Oddy was standing there holding a blaster at her. "Oddy? What are you doing here?"

Oddy glanced nervously at Terex. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I didn't have a choice. I didn't want... I didn't want to hurt you or Commander Dameron--I consider you my friends--but he has my Sowa."

Evelyn turned and glared at the First Order agent, making her feelings for him quite evident on her face.  "Bastard, using someone that he loves against him to get what you want.  I guess I shouldn't be surprised from someone that worships the Emperor."

Terex gestured with his blaster.  "Let's go, Miss Skywalker; you have an appointment to keep with General Hux and I have a payday to collect on."

"You can tell General Hux I respectfully decline his invitation," Evelyn snapped, feeling Oddy grab her by the arm.

"Please, Lieutenant, please do as he says."  He grunted when she caught him in the stomach with her elbow, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to release his hold on her.  

She scrambled away, trying to find a means to escape, but now Terex blocked her path, blaster aimed at her.  Evelyn stepped back, swallowing anxiously--for the first time in years she reached out to the Force, drawing on its power, its energy, and she ripped the blaster from the First Order agent's hand--straight into her own.  Behind her she could feel Oddy, and with the blaster aimed at Terex, she held her other hand out and froze the mechanic in place.  "I told you--I wasn't going with you."

Terex smiled at her, willfully. "I see why they're so interested in you--quite the display of power, Miss Skywalker."

"You haven't seen power yet," Evelyn snapped at him. 

"Then show me," Terex dared her, throwing a vibroblade towards her.  

Quickly, Evelyn reached out and flung the knife aside, but that meant she released her hold on Oddy. She managed to scramble out of his reach, distracting him by throwing a crate at him through the Force.  She felt Terex behind her but before she could react, Poe came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground, landing a right hook on his jaw. 

Jumping to his feet, Poe reached for her hand and grasped it. "Let's go, Evie! Run!" Pulling her through the crowd, Poe headed back towards their ship.  "Snap!" he shouted into his commlink, "start the damn ship up! We need to get out of here fast!" 

Evelyn heard Snap respond to him that they'd be ready to go once the other pilots made it back to the ship.  She glanced behind her to see BB-8 was furiously rolling behind them, along with Terex and Oddy giving chase.  When she saw Terex had obtained another blaster, aiming at them, she shoved Poe out of the way, just before the blast bolt hit him in the back. Instead the blast grazed his arm and Poe let out a cry of pain as he fell to the street, clutching at the wound.  "Poe!" Evelyn cried out, reaching for him and helping him get back to his feet. "I'm sorry! He was going to shoot you in the back... I didn't know what else to do!"

Poe shook his head and kept running.  They were almost to the ship.  "It's fine, I'll live," he ground out, in obvious pain. "It's more important that we back to the ship and get the hell out of here." They were so close--Poe could see their ship--and then Terex stepped in their path, blocking their escape.  Poe skidded to a halt and turned in the opposite direction but it was fruitless--Oddy blocked that means of escape. Even if the pained look in his eyes gave away that he did not want to hurt them, both Poe and Evelyn knew that he would, if he had too, to protect his wife.  Clutching Evelyn's hand, he pulled her behind him, protectively standing in front of her. 

"Step aside, Commander," Terex ordered him.

"No, I won't let you take her," Poe growled. 

"I'm going to enjoy blasting you," the First Order agent snapped, priming his blaster.

"Poe... let me go," Evelyn whispered.

Shaking his head from the sudden fog, Poe glanced at her. "No, Evelyn--I won't them take you to him."

Clenching her jaw, she reached out and repeated, "You have to let me go." 

Blinking, Poe let go of her hand and stepped back. "I have to let you go."

A tear slid down her cheek as she felt Terex grab her arm.  Evelyn let him pull her backwards; she hated that she was tricking Poe like this--but she had too.  Otherwise, they would kill him. "Poe, you need to get on the ship. You need to leave." And he did--he got back on the ship, in a daze of course no thanks to her.  Evelyn stood there, tears clouding her vision as the ship lifted into the sky. It wouldn't take him long to figure out what happened.  She knew he'd be furious.  She just prayed that if she made it back to the Resistance she had not broken whatever trust he had in her.

Terex led her back to his ship, locking her in a cell.  He didn't say a word to her; didn't even look at her.

Evelyn stood back from the force-field and swallowed, anxiously.  "Where are we going?" she asked, hating how timid her voice sounded in that moment.

"Kaddak," the First Order agent replied.

"Kaddak?" Evelyn repeated. "That lawless planet is where you're handing me over to General Hux?"

"Oh, no, that's not where I'm handing you over--we're going there until I get paid."

"Worried that the First Order might double cross you?"

He laughed, glancing at her. "I've been around long enough, Miss Skywalker, to know that you always make sure you get paid for your services before delivering the goods.  Otherwise, you will get double-crossed and end up broke."

She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tightly to stem the wave of anxiety washing over her.  "And if General Hux refuses to pay you? What are you going to do with me?"

Terex shrugged. "I'm sure I can find someone in this galaxy willing to pay my price."

Evelyn felt sick to her stomach. "I'm just a transaction to you, nothing more."

"I'm sorry, my dear," Terex replied just before he headed towards the cockpit of his ship, "don't take it personally--it's just good business."

-----

Kaleb had only ever seen Poe this furious once before--and he was so wrapped up the fear and ramifications over Evelyn being captured that he couldn't even recall what his friend at been mad at.  However, right now, from the moment the yacht had touched down... Poe was on the warpath. The pilot was angry at everyone it seemed--Terex, the First Order, himself--Evelyn.  He seemed to be the most angry at her, for using the Force against him.  Kaleb was surprised she had resorted to such a tactic but he knew why she had done it.  "Listen," Kaleb said to the commander once he had stormed into the command center, trying to calm him, "she only tricked you as a last resort. To keep you and the others safe."

Poe clenched his jaw. "Really? Have you ever had someone violate you like that before, Kaleb? Have you ever had someone take control of your mind without even asking? Of course not! Because you're Force sensitive and would be able to fight it off! That isn't the case for someone like me!  I trusted her to never do something like that and she did it anyway!" 

Leia held her hand up when she noticed that Kaleb was going to counter.  Her nephew took a step back.  Gently, the general placed her hand on Poe's uninjured arm.  "Poe, she did it to protect you--do you think you would have gotten away?"

"We were so close, General," Poe said, shaking his had sadly. "She didn't give me enough time to come up with a plan."

"Terex would have killed you before then," Kaleb threw out. "Evelyn did you a favor."

"I let my guard down," the commander mumbled. "My gut was telling me that Oddy was involved..."

"He fooled us all, Poe," Leia pointed out. "Now, let's just focus on getting Evelyn back safe and sound. We still have time to mount a rescue but we need to act quickly."

Poe nodded and rubbed his hand over his face. He didn't even know where to being to look for Evelyn or location for where Terex could have taken her.  BB-8 bumped him in the leg and beeped, softly.  Glancing up, Poe set his jaw. "You're right, buddy. That map of First Order bases might help us.  Can you call it up?"

BB-8 was rolling to the center of Leia's office, when someone knocked on the glass.  Leia gestured for them to enter, watching as Major Brance stepped inside.  He waited for the door to shut behind him before speaking, "General, Commander Dameron is receiving an encrypted message--from Kaddak."

Leia quirked an eyebrow in his direction. Poe glanced at her, horrified. "Kaddak? I promise you, General, I do not know anyone on that planet. I don't know why someone would be contacting me from there."

"Well, play the message," Kaleb snapped at Brance. Maybe, if they were lucky, it was information on Evelyn's whereabouts. 

"Captain, the message is intended for only Commander Dameron," Brance said, eyeing Kaleb, cautiously.

"Major, I give you permission to play it in front of everyone," Poe said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Brance sighed and handed a data chip to Leia, who inserted it into the holoprojector. They watched as Oddy's image was projected.  Poe's shoulders immediately stiffened as the mechanic began to speak, letting them know that Evelyn was fine--for the time being. "Agent Terex is waiting to get paid before handing Lieutenant Skywalker over to the First Order, if you hurry, Commander, the Resistance might be able to save her. I've sent you schematics of Terex's complex here on Kaddak, Commander--security codes--but you must act quickly. I... I need to go... I am so very sorry... I didn't want to hurt Lieutenant Skywalker... but he left me no choice."

Poe's jaw twitched as Oddy disappeared from the projector. If Terex found out that he'd sent that message to the Resistance it would mean death for the mechanic.  He glanced at Kaleb and then at Leia.  "General?"

Leia nodded. "You and Kaleb need to leave immediately--bring Evelyn home."

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We Belong to the Stars, Ch. 27

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 1986

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Canto Bright

Poe was not a fan of the arrogant display of wealth put on display before him.  He also wasn't a fan with the way these rich men looked at Evelyn.  

Evelyn was hardly recognizable in all the make-up, the navy blue wig, and the shimmering silver gown that clung to her body, plunging into a deep v in the back.  No one was none the wiser when she passed them that she was the daughter of Luke Skywalker, the niece of Leia Organa--which was probably the whole reason Renick had picked that outfit for her.  

Fixing the blue flower on the lapel of his black suit, Poe kept the other hand on the small of her back; a clear message to all the men lusting after her that she was his--and she was off limits.  Of course, if anyone tried anything, they'd probably be met with the blaster that Evelyn had strapped to the inside of her thigh, concealed underneath the gown.  He'd like to see one of those rich men cowering on the floor with her standing over them, blaster in their face.  Smiling, Poe steered her in the direction of the gaming table that Renick had informed them that their informant would approach them at. 

Pulling her close to his hip, Poe wrapped his arm possessively around Evelyn's waist.  She played the part, leaning into him, and running her fingers through his hair as he sat down at the table.  Neither of them were surprised to find the table lined with some of the richest beings in the galaxy, each with a woman half their age on both arms.  These bastards have zero respect for anything, Poe thought, angrily.  His father had taught him to respect women, especially if he was lucky one day to have a wife--Kes had always told him that some of the strongest beings he'd known, had been women.

"Deal you in, sir?" the lanky Twi'lek asked as Poe stepped up to the table, pulling him away from his thoughts.

"Sure," Poe said, tossing some credits on the table. "What do I have to lose, right darling?" 

"Absolutely nothing," Evelyn replied, smiling cloyingly sweet at him. "Would you like a drink, handsome?"

"Yes," he said, stroking his thumb along her jawline. "You know what I like, baby. I trust you take care of it for me."

With a swing of her hips, Evelyn turned and headed towards the bar.  Poe noticed that all eyes at the table followed her; she hadn't been sent there to keep women away from him so he could get the information, she had really been sent there as a distraction for all the other potential buyers.  For someone that was in heels, Evelyn was commanding that room right now.  "Well," Snap said, reminding Poe of the ear piece in his left ear, "you've convinced me that you're married..."

Poe chuckled and watched his opponents at the game table. If any of them were suspicious of Poe, there were no telling signs in their facial expression.  Still, he knew that he couldn't let his guard down--especially with Evelyn in the same room.  "Any sign of Terex?" he whispered to Snap.

Snap clicked his tongue. "Not so much as a peep yet, Poe.  Maybe he isn't going to show up."

"I'm not letting my guard down, Wexley. I don't trust the guy. And I don't trust whoever is betraying us to him."

"Don't worry, Dameron; Jess and I are monitoring all air traffic. We'll let you know if he appears."

Poe rubbed his hand over his chin. "He does show up and puts a finger on Evie--I'm blasting him, Snap."

Snap sighed. "Poe, Agent Renick asked us not to cause a scene.  Killing a First Order agent is going to cause a scene."

"Whatever. Protecting Evelyn is more important."

"Force, I told Renick you were a loose cannon..."

"Only when the safety of my squadron is threatened..."

"More specifically--Evelyn." 

Lifting his eyes from the players at the table, Poe found Evelyn across the room at the bar getting their drinks. He would never say that any of his pilots were expendable... but if it came down to it... she would be the first one that he laid his life down for.  She might not realize it yet but she was incredibly important to the survival of the galaxy.

Someone stepped into the spot that was previously occupied by her.  Turning his head slightly, Poe saw a tall, broad shoulder man with a scar over his left eye standing next to him.  "Your wife has every man in this room wishing they were you.  Exquisite beauty."

Poe smiled, tightly, as he tossed more money into the game.  "Well, when you have this much money--only an exquisite beauty hanging off your arm will do."

"And is my product still worth that money to you?"

"As long as what you're selling me is legit."

"It's legit; just one promise before we discuss payment--make sure the First Order doesn't hear you got this from me. Those Empire wannabes are interfering with my business."

"Don't worry--I can guarantee you that the First Order isn't going to know I got it from you."

Evelyn returned with his drink, sliding up on the other side and slipping her hand into the crook of his arm. Poe took the drink from her and sipped it, carefully.  "Dear, would you get my new business acquaintance a drink?"

The man shook his head, and then gestured to the dealer that he wanted to wager on the next game. "No need, I don't drink.  Do you have the money?"

Poe reached into his pocket and produced the credits that Renick had given him to buy the information.  He watched closely as the man took the credits, inspected them to make sure they were real, and then placed them in his own pocket.   No one would have noticed the slight move he made to place a data chip on the edge of the table, and no one would have noticed how Poe slipped the data card into his jacket pocket, all while sipping on the drink Evelyn had brought him.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," the man said, tipping his head in Poe's direction before walking away. 

"Likewise," Poe murmured, finishing the drink. He put the glass down; with his hand on Evelyn's waist, he directed her back through the casino. "Let's get out of here."

"Is the information legit?" Snap asked over the comm once Poe and Evelyn made it back to their room.

"Oh, it's legit," Poe said, loosen his tie and watching the projection of the map BB-8 was displaying. 

"What exactly is the information?" Jess inquired.

"A map of every First Order base in the Unknown Regions--and their weapons schematics."

"Damn. That is legit, Pava." 

Poe tossed the tie aside and took a deep breath. "No wonder it would be valuable to a weapon's dealer--you'd know exactly what every base in the First Order needed and then cash in.  I can see why Agent Lothor wanted the Resistance to have this information.  We know what we're up against now and to be honest with you guys, it doesn't look good."

Snap sighed, heavily. He had no doubt that Poe was speaking the truth; the Resistance had their suspicions for the longest time now that the First Order was much more dangerous than the Senate deemed."Guess we should get back to base then.  When should we expect you and the missus, Dameron?"

"Fifteen minutes," Poe said. "Just changing out of these outfits Renick had us wear."

"Ah you realize that your cover is still needed to get our ship outta here, right?" 

"Don't worry, we'll still look the part--just more comfortably."

Evelyn emerged from the refresher then, just as Poe shut the commlink down. She had changed out of the lavish gown, removed the wig and make-up, and now wore an emerald green chiffon tunic and black leggings.  Quietly she sat next to him on the bed. 

Poe reached out and pulled her close, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Told Snap we'd be back at the ship in fifteen minutes. Figured we probably shouldn't wait to get back to base and give the General this information."

She nodded. "Probably a good idea."

He laughed, quietly. "Is this my first time having one?"

"No... you've been known to have them once and a while."

"Hopefully I haven't used up my quota."

Evelyn smiled and stood up, holding her hand out to him.  It was time to go; they had done their job and gotten the intel from the weapon's dealer before he sold it to the First Order. "We should probably get a move on, we don't want to worry Snap if we show up late."

Poe sighed and joined her.  "The last thing we need is Snap to go running through the city looking for us." He gestured for BB-8. "Let's go, Bee."  Grabbing their bags and slinging them over his shoulder, Poe took her hand and led them out of the hotel room.  Checking out of the suite was easy, heading back towards the ship through the streets was easy.  No one paid any attention to them--as far as anyone knew they were just another rich couple. Not even the appearance of BB-8 raised eyebrows. The little droid zipped along next to them, causing Poe to chuckle.  "Is this what our future holds?"

Glancing at him before running a hand through her hair, Evelyn smiled. "What do you mean?  Posing as wealthy spouses to get information?"

Motioning towards BB-8, Poe grinned. "No--us, taking walks with Bee, like he's our little droid son."

"I sort of figured that you and BeeBee were a packaged deal."

"Damn right we are."

BB-8 twilled happily while they walked.  Evelyn wrapped her arm around Poe's waist, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. "If this is our future--I don't think this is so bad."

Poe kissed her temple and then he grinned, devilishly. "You know... I still got some of that money left... I could buy you a ring..."

Evelyn shot him a mock glare. "Don't you dare--Renick will know immediately that the money is gone. You're expected to return it."

"Yeah but she doesn't know how much I played on those games."

"That would be cheating."

"Just slightly."

"Poe. No."

"Can I at least buy you some flowers?"

"If it's going to make you feel better and get you to shut up--yes."

Laughing, Poe let go of her, moving towards a flower vendor.  While he was chatting with the florist, Poe watched as Evelyn and BB-8 walked a little ways a head of him. She smiled at him when she caught him watching her and he heard her words echoing in his head--if this is our future, I don't think this is so bad.  His eyes were still locked with hers when the explosion rocked the square, deafening and destructive.

Poe was thrown from his spot, clear across the road and his head slammed against the stone.  Groggily, he managed to gather himself to all fours, desperately looking about the square for BB-8 and Evelyn. All he could see was flames from the blast, smoke filling the air as beings ran about terrified and screaming.  Briefly, Poe saw them, rushing through the crowd for him. It didn't appear that Evelyn was hurt or that BB-8 was damage and for that he felt a small sliver of relief--until the next blast, until in the chaos of a second bomb going off, until a look of surprise passed Evelyn's face as she was confronted by a tall man.  It was the last thing he remembered, the last thing he saw, before the world around him went black.

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We Belong to the Stars, CH.20

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 1762

Pairings: Poe/Evelyn (OC)

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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The base felt a little quieter with both Black Squadron and Red Squadron away on missions.  Evelyn passed the time that they were away by working on her fighter with CB-2 and Rose.  It helped keep her mind off the fact that she was not out there helping Poe and the others; that her aunt had been forced to ground her due to the threat on her life.

Perched on the wing of the fighter, she had a good view of the entire flight pad, and the glaring absence of several fighters.  She missed her brother; she missed her friends; she missed Poe.  She didn't expect to be this lonely while the squadrons were away, but she was.

Evelyn wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.  Her flight gear was resting in the cockpit of the x-wing, untouched, since she was grounded for the foreseeable future. She'd pulled her long hair back into a bun and the kyber pendant almost burned against her skin in the sun. She was afraid to take it off--afraid that if she did something would happen to Poe while he was away on the latest mission. L'ulo had promised to return Poe in one piece, but given that she knew how hard it was to keep that promise, Evelyn felt a growing pit in her stomach the longer Black Squadron was away.

Of course the growing pit in her stomach could also be attributed to Jas Dane hanging around now that Poe was off-planet.  Evelyn could see him now, sauntering over like he was the maker's gift to woman...

"Lunch time, gorgeous," Jas called up to her. "Care to join me?"

"No," Evelyn snapped just wanting him to go away. 

"Come on, Evelyn. We can't be friends?"

"I'm sure we could be--if that's what you really wanted."

Jas smiled at her and he shrugged his shoulders. "Can you blame me, gorgeous? I've missed you in my bed, darling."

Evelyn rolled her eyes in disgust.  If she wasn't trying to hold onto a little bit of dignity here, or discretion, she would have informed him that the best she had was with Poe.  "Go away, Jas. Rose and I are very busy."

Rose watched Evelyn's reaction as Jas climbed up onto the x-wing to join them.  Since Black Squadron had been gone the spy had been hanging around Evelyn's fighter--a lot.  For the most part, Evelyn had outright rejected his advances.  If what Paige told her was true than Rose was certain there was a lot more than friendship going on between Poe and Evelyn.  Therefore, her friend wasn't interested in Jas trying to weasel his way back into her life. 

"You don't look busy," Jas said with a shrug. "Come on, it's hot--let's get inside."

"I don't mind the heat," Evelyn argued. "I grew up in a jungle."

"So, if you don't mind the heat... we could always go make some of our own."

"Been there, done that, Jas. Not interested in going there again."

Jas clenched his fists and his eyes darkened with lust, anger. "Are you afraid of being discovered by him, gorgeous?" 

Evelyn returned his glare, but there was no desire burning in her eyes, just annoyance. "No. It has nothing to do with that."

Rose noticed that Jas was itching to answer, itching to probably disparage Poe--it was well known throughout the base that the spy wasn't a huge fan of their wing commander.  However, central command came over the intercoms, signaling that a squadron was arriving back from a mission. Turning her eyes up wards as the roar of engines could be heard, Rose watched as the fighters appeared in the sky.  "Looks like Black Squadron's back."

Jumping down from her x-wing, Evelyn stood underneath the fuselage, hugging herself and watched as the four x-wings and one a-wing appeared in the blue sky.  It didn't look like the fighters were heavily damaged, and she wondered if perhaps the First Order hadn't bothered with following Black Squadron, since their latest mission was to find Lor San Tekka and had nothing to do with the transmissions that Agent Lothor had sent out before his death.  Once the fighters were securely on the ground and technicians were tending them, Evelyn ventured out from underneath her own fighter. She didn't need the Force to know that something had gone wrong--Poe's demeanor tipped her off. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, and when she had been connected with the Force, his voice had always been one of the loudest ones that she could hear. 

Poe glanced at her, their eyes locking. He took a step towards her, but then hesitated.  She didn't need to turn around to know why--Jas was standing behind her.  Evelyn had felt his ominous presence and she had been in the middle of plenty of Poe and Jas' silent stand-offs to know he was there. 

"Commander Dameron!" Connix shouted for him across the tarmac. "General Organa wants to see you immediately." 

"Yeah, I'm on my way," Poe shouted back, turning sharply on his heel and heading into the base. 

Evelyn quickly ran after him, ignoring Jas' smug grin.  Setting her jaw, Evelyn turned her attention towards the storming away pilot.  "Poe!" 

Poe waved his hand, dismissing her. "Not now, Evelyn."

He was angry; what he was angry about she wasn't sure. Catching up to him, Evelyn grabbed his wrist.  Poe didn't stop moving, instead he yanked his hand out of her grasp and repeated, "I said not now!"

She stepped back, wincing from the pure rage in his voice, and watched as he walked away, not even bothering to look back at her once.  Evelyn stood there, looking in the direction Poe had gone in long after he was gone.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jas questioned behind her. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Evelyn countered, turning to glare at him.

Jas pushed a sweaty lock of her hair out of her eyes.  "Listen, when he breaks your heart--you know where to find me."

Evelyn hugged herself. Poe won't break my heart, so I won't be looking for you.

BB-8 was the one that reminded Poe that he'd been a little cross with Evelyn after landing.  Poe swiped a hand over his face. He'd been very tense after the mission, especially since Agent Terex had shown up trying to undermine him.  Black Squadron had to fight to protect the people in the Creché, despite being told by Leia to not engage.  After a stalemate, Terex and his men had left the planet, and Poe, fuming that the First Order had found them once again, had ordered his squad back to base.

It was clear that Terex wasn't just after Evelyn.  The First Order wanted to take his entire squadron out and Poe was feeling increasingly helpless--like he couldn't protect his people. And top of all this, Tekka wasn't even there. 

Poe sighed, and glanced at BB-8.  "Yeah... I know, I wasn't very kind to her."

BB-8 indigently blurted at him. Poe grumbled and headed up towards the flight pad to complete the little droid's demand that he go apologize to her. He wondered what the droid techs back on Hosnian Prime would think if they knew he was taking orders from his astromech.  On the surface, Poe found her by her fighter.  Quickly looking around he discovered that Jas was no where in sight. He would have been lying if he said seeing Jas with Evelyn earlier didn't make him jealous; it made him jealous, and after hearing the-not-so quiet whispers around base that Jas had been hanging around Evelyn a lot since Poe left, it made him extremely jealous.

Evelyn heard their approach when BB-8 greeted her. She offered him a soft smile, wiping her hands on a grease stained cloth.  Tentatively she took a step towards Poe but then stepped back, still not sure if he was angry at her or something else. 

"I'm sorry, Evie," Poe sighed. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that earlier."

"It's fine, Poe," Evelyn said, softly. "You're under a lot of pressure."

"No. It's not fine. I shouldn't talk to you that way."

"Talk to me what way?"

"Disrespectfully, like you're not important."

She looked away, the wind picking up the stray pieces of her hair, and when she looked back at him, she smiled. "Do you really think I'm angry at you?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "BeeBee told me I had to apologize."

Evelyn laughed, softly. "It wasn't necessary, but apology accepted."

Poe finally gave her an easy smile.  "Had lunch yet?"

"Are you asking me on a lunch date?" she questioned, coyly.

"Maybe I am," he responded just as coyly.

"Well, you're in luck--I haven't eaten yet."

"Luck? I don't believe in luck, sweetheart."

Wiping her hands clean on her flight suit, Evelyn playfully rolled her eyes at him. Along with their droids, they walked back into the base, not holding hands but bodies brushing so closely together that it did cause eyebrows to raise in curiosity.  It was later in the afternoon, and the mess hall wasn't that busy.  Poe and Evelyn easily found Black Squadron seated at a table, engaged in lively conversation.  In that moment, Evelyn realized how quiet it had been around the base without them the last few days. 

Jess glanced up and then snapped her fingers at Wexley. "Pay up, Captain."

Snap grumbled and shoved ten credits in her hand. "One of these days I'm going to win."

"Yeah, sure you are," Karé said with a chuckle. She playfully elbowed him in the stomach. "You've lost fifty credits in the last week."

"Fifty?" Poe repeated, grinning. "Wow, Snap, I didn't realize you were such a gambler."

"You'd probably be better off betting on how many times Evie turns Dane down," Jess quipped. 

Poe's jaw clenched. He knew that he didn't have to worry about Evelyn, but he did worry about Jas.  The spy seemed like the kind of man that would just take what he wanted if he got tired of hearing no.  Just seeing him standing near her earlier that day had made him jealous...

Evelyn's fingers brushed against his and he realized the squad had been talking about something. "Did you hear Snap? He says that we need a party."

He nodded, somewhat dazed. "Yeah, sure."

She gave him a concerned look but he waved it off.  "I'll leave all the planning to Snap," Poe remarked.  "He's the master."

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We Belong to the Stars, Ch.22

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 2623

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Poe flexed the hand that had just landed a devastating punch to Jas Dane's face.  He'd known there was a reason why he didn't like the possessive look in Jas' eyes and when he saw Jas closing in on an unsuspecting Evelyn, Poe had moved from his spot on the beach towards her. Unfortunately, he hadn't been as quick as he'd like to have been, having to weave his way through the crowd of people. By the time he'd gotten to her, Jas had a death grip on her wrist... she was begging him to let go of her... and Poe had taken his shot, fueled by rage and perhaps by a lot of alcohol.

Jas glared at him, blood dripping from his nose.  It was clearly broken and if Evelyn was right about Jas' vanity, well, Poe knew that the spy wasn't going to be happy in the morning... he wasn't happy now as he clenched his fists and threatened that Poe was going to pay for punching him.

Instead of backing away, Poe stood his ground.  "Oh, I highly doubt that," he snarked as he threw his thumb over his shoulder at Black Squadron hovering just behind him.  "You see, you hurt one of us, you hurt all of us, Dane."

"So, you're going to take the coward's way out, Dameron, and hide behind your pilots."

"Actually, I'm not hiding behind them at all... I'm standing in front of them."

Poe just managed to get out of the way of Jas taking a swing at him; the spy landed the punch into his hip.  Cursing, Poe stumbled but held his hand up to stop Snap and Jess from going on the attack. He really didn't want to start a huge fight.  "Come on," he said to his squad, "let's go."  

Snap narrowed his eyes on Dane before turning to head back to their spot on the edge of the beach.  Jess followed behind him.  Poe found Evelyn's hand and gently led her away, figuring that this was the end of it--until Jas threw a derogatory slur at her that Poe had heard most often in the sleazy parts of the galaxy where women were treated like they were nothing.

Evelyn tried to hold him back, begged him to just forget it, but Poe couldn't let it go. Still holding onto her hand, as if he was trying to tell her that he wasn't about to get physical, Poe turned to glare at the spy.  "You wanna repeat that with the General present? Or would rather not let her know what you really think about her niece? Or just about women in general?"

Jas sized him up for a moment and the laughed, darkly. "Boy do they have you by the balls, Dameron. They're just women."

Poe clenched his jaw. He felt a hand on his shoulder, heard Snap tell him to let it go... but he couldn't let it go.  Leia had been someone he looked up to as a child, she had offered him comfort as a child when his mother had died... and Evelyn... she meant the galaxy to him... they weren't just women to him.. and while he was thinking about how to respond... Jas taunted him again, telling him to go off with his whore.

Snap let go of Poe and took a step back as the commander took Jas down with one swift kick.  In less than a second, the party atmosphere on the beach changed as the fight escalated, forcing people to scatter out the way so they couldn't get hurt. Poe was much more aggressive in this fight than he'd been at the cantina on Nar Shadda, and each blow he landed probably gave him too much satisfaction. No one was sure how long the altercation really lasted, until finally Kaleb and Iolo managed to get a hold of Poe and one of Major Ematt's ground troopers grabbed a hold of Jas.

"That's enough!" Kaleb yelled, throwing a glare at Snap. "Maybe it's time we all called it a night, Wexley."

"Sounds like a good idea," Snap affirmed, grabbing a hold of Poe and yanking him towards the path that would lead back to base.  "Start breaking everything down!"

Chatter struck up on the beach as the crowds dispersed and groups began to breakdown the makeshift tables and bar. Poe briefly made eye contact with Evelyn as Snap dragged him along, her eyes were filled with tears and he felt terrible... if he had just walked away and let it go...

Poe stumbled along the path with Snap.  This was not how he had imagined the night ending.  I definitely didn't picture Snap being the one to take me home...

Snap sighed, heavily. "Working with Dane is going to be a lot harder now."

“He was hurting her; she was begging him to let go,” Poe argued as Snap dragged him back to his quarters. “You saw that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah I saw,” Snap said as they moved down the corridors towards the officer’s quarters.

“And you heard what he called her, didn’t you? Disrespectful son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, I heard him Poe.  Why’d you think I let you go?”

Poe blinked. “Oh… I thought I broke free.”

Snap chuckled. “Dameron, you’re so intoxicated, I’m surprised you can stand let alone throw a punch. But it was because of Evie, so… wish you’d just tell her already.”

“Tell her what?” Poe asked, innocently.

“For kriff’s sake, Poe—that you love her,” Snap barked.

Poe didn't respond; any response he had would have been a lie... unless he told Snap the truth--that he had told Evelyn he loved her. "I just think... Force, Snap, she can do so much better than that son of a bitch."

Snap deposited Poe onto his bunk and placed his hands on his hips. "Listen, you weren't around when she was with Dane--a droid would be a step up from him."

"So if a droid is a step up, what would that make me, a prince?" Poe asked, a huge grin on his face.

"That maybe a little bit of a stretch," Snap countered. "But if we're comparing you to Dane--yeah, you're a prince, Dameron."

"My mother used to call me her little prince."

"Huh... wonder what she would think of her little prince now, having started not one, but two fights over the same woman."

Poe continued to grin and shrugged his shoulders. His mother had died when he was eight; everything he knew, remembered about her, suggested that she would have scolded her son publicly for the fighting, but would have pat him on the back in private for sticking up for someone he cared about. "I think she'd be proud of me."

Snap shook his head and threw some sleep clothes at the commander. "I'm not sure what your mother would have said, but I can imagine your dad wouldn't be too happy."

"My dad would have been right there in the thick of it with me if he knew what Dane called Evie," Poe replied. "She's like a daughter to him."

"Is that what you're going to say to the General?"

"What?"

Snap glared at him, slightly. "Come on, Poe. You know General Organa is going to hear about this.  What are you going to say to her?"

Poe sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "That I tried really hard not to hit him."

Before Snap could respond, there was a knock on the door.  Both pilots looked at one another, confused.  Who would be stopping by Poe's quarters this late at night?  Snap moved across the small room and slapped his hand on the keypad to open the door. His eyes shot up in surprise when he saw Evelyn. "Hey, Evie."

Evelyn took a little step back, just as surprised to see Snap as he was to see her. Timidly, her eyes flickered up to catch Poe's gaze from his bunk, and then she quickly looked away. "Hi... I just came... is Poe okay?"

"The prince?" Snap quipped with a little chuckle. "He's fine, drunk as hell, but fine."

"Hey!" Poe shouted from the bed, attempting to stand up. "I am not drunk!"

"Sure, your highness; you're totally sober."

"Oh, well, I wouldn't say I'm totally sober..."

Snap smiled and shook his head. "Good luck, Evie," he said, before stepping out of Poe's quarters. "See you two in the morning!"

Evelyn stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. She engaged the locking unit and looked at him, biting on her lower lip.  Poe suddenly realized she hadn't come here just to check up on him...his heart skipped several beats at this realization and slowly he got to his feet.

Poe took a step towards her, reaching out he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He let his fingers linger there, chocolate eyes drinking in the sight of her pretty face.  His other hand gripped her waist, drawing her in and then his lips brushed against hers… she felt fire spread across her skin as his soft lips caressed her own, enticing her to part hers, giving him full access to deepen their kiss.  

They broke apart only briefly to take a breath, and then his lips found hers again, tongues exploring each other’s mouth.   Her leg wrapped around his as the two desperately tried to get as close as possible… he was hard already, fully aroused by just her kiss... if he could have, he would have taken her standing right there in the middle of his room...

Hooking an arm underneath her legs, he easily lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bunk.  Gently, Poe laid her on top of the blankets before kicking his boots off and joining her.  Immediately his hands buried in her hair as he kissed her fervently. He chuckled against her lips when she pushed his jacket off. "You know... when I first arrived here... I remember someone telling me that we should take it slow..."

She couldn't resist playing with the one errant curl that fell across his forehead. Her eyes rested on his lips, slightly swollen from their kissing, and she let out a gentle breath. "We threw slow out the window on Scarif."

His lips quirked into a soft smile just before they pressed hers in a soft, languid kiss. "Actually, it was a tent we threw it out of... but semantics..."

Evelyn sighed as his lips brushed a kiss so soft on her neck that it felt more like a breath against her skin. She felt his stubble scrap against her jawline just before he captured her lips in another searing kiss. Maker, was he a good kisser. His hands gently explored her body, pushing the hem of her dress up to her stomach; her own hands got tangled up in his thick curls and at that moment she didn't care that she had spent all that time getting ready for the party.  

Poe pulled away from their kiss, softly biting her lower lip before he stood up. He moved across the room and went to dim the lights.  

"What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to be romanced. I'm making it as romantic as possible with very little time to prepare."

Slowly, she got off the bunk and moved towards him, reaching behind her and unzipping her dress.  His brown eyes burned with lust as the dress fell from around her to the floor. He held his breath while she unbuttoned his shirt and then pushed it, gently off his shoulders.  Her palms ran down his toned chest while he shouldered his way out of the shirt, adding the garment to the dress already on the floor.

He wrapped an arm around her slim waist, drawing her to him, their bodies pressed tightly together.  The skin on skin contact caused both of them to hum in pleasure, adding to the pleasant buzz of alcohol. Poe slowly lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, wanting to savor every little swipe of her tongue against his.

It was during this languid kiss that she found the buckle of his belt.  He continued to kiss her while she worked his pants down over his hips and his obvious arousal.  Stepping out of them, Poe guided her back towards the bunk.  He sat down on it, gazing up at her with love and desire in his brown eyes as she stood above him, playing with his hair.  

Poe pressed soft, affectionate kisses to her stomach, gripping her waist.  Gently, he drew her towards him, her legs wrapping around him as he rolled her underneath him. His breath hitched, at how beautiful she looked in the low light, hair spread out over the pillow—the only thing she was wearing was her pendant.  “Gods, Evie, you’re so beautiful.” He softly kissed a trail down her jawline to the hollow of her neck, and then moving lower, gently taking one of her breasts into his mouth.

Evelyn smiled and sighed as his tongue and lips tugged and pulled at her nipple, her fingers lazily moving across his broad shoulders.  He knew just where to touch her, what to do to ultimately satisfy her.  A jolt of electricity shot through her body as his nose pushed her legs apart and his tongue grazed the inside of her thigh just before he pushed it inside of her. Everything became fuzzy as he worked her clit, as he sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body...

She was still coming down from her first organism when his hands slid down the sides of her body and he thrust inside of her.  He let out a soft moan, his breath hot and moist against her neck.  And then his lips began to kiss her lips, she could taste herself on them, and he rocked his hips forward in a steady motion. Their bodies moved together, instantly working together to find their rhythm; their emotional connection to one another made their physical connection much more intense than any other they had with another lover. It didn't start out fast or urgent, it was passionate, intimate, with a feeling of tenderness.  The more entangled they got, the more urgent their movements. Her fingers dug slightly into his toned back, a pleasurable sigh escaping her lips as the cool metal from his dog tags brushed against her shoulder, moving with their efforts.

He wanted to make it last as long as possible, but already he could feel his body rebeling against his wishes as his the pace of his thrusts incased.  Both of them were taking gasping breathes now as their bodies crashed together over and over.

��I love you, Evelyn,” he whispered, feeling himself nearing his breaking point.

“I…I love you too,” she cried, softly.

This admission sent both soaring over the edge.  He collapsed next to her, struggling to catch his breath.  Carefully, he wrapped her into his arms and kissed her forehead, tasting the thin layer of sweat… For a moment all they did was lay there, listening to the rapid beats of their hearts, their heavy breathing, and then Poe chuckled. "And Snap bet that we were going to take things slow."

She laughed, hoarsely, and planted a kiss on his shoulder blade.  Nuzzling his chest, Evelyn sighed, "We could always tell him nothing happened."

He gently cupped the back of her head and raised her lips to his. "Now, see that would be a lie, sweetheart," Poe said, deepening their kiss, "because it's going to happen--again--and it's going to happen again, tonight."

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We Belong to the Stars, Ch.23

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 1783

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Sunlight warming his face woke him the next morning.

Poe blinked open his eyes, giving them a few moments to adjust to the light in his quarters.  There was a dull throbbing in his temples and his stomach felt like there was a tiny x-wing inside performing tricks.  Slowly, he became aware of the weight on his chest, the brown hair in his face and he smiled because waking up with her in his arms had been something he'd been dreaming about since he walked away five years ago. Poe gently shifted, trying not to wake the woman sleeping against him but his movements stirred her.  He felt her arms tighten around his waist and then blue eyes were opening to look into his brown ones.

“Hi,” Evelyn sighed, smiling at him, sleepily. “Did you sleep well?”

“Hey,” Poe said, his fingers slipping through her hair. “Yeah.  Did you?”

She sighed again, closed her eyes, and snuggled against his bare chest. “Yes. I think I could get used to this.”

He brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. “I could get used to this too.”

“I should probably get back to my quarters,” she said, languidly. “Otherwise, the whole base will know…”

“Let them all know,” he said, tightening his hold on her, “I don’t care. I want you to stay here, with me.”

“Poe. All my clothes are in my quarters.”

“Wear one of my shirts.”

"Just one of your shirts?"

"Mmmm... yeah... just one of my shirts, nothing else."

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Not gonna lie—yeah, I would.”

She laughed and tried to wiggle her way out of his arms. He tightened his grip on her, which caused her to laugh more.  Poe loved the sound of her laugh, force, I love everything about her, he thought as he pressed his lips to the pulse point in her neck.  His hand moved lowered, across her stomach and then down her thigh, eventually finding the spot that he knew she was aching for him to touch.  Her body arched into him and she moaned, softly.  

He used his other hand to draw her closer to him. Poe smiled against her neck as she desperately grabbed at him. "I forgot you could be a little eager in the morning," he teased her, just before lowering his mouth to hers.  

Evelyn breathlessly laughed, which turned into another low moan as he continued to stroke her. "I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one that liked morning sex."

Poe chuckled, continuing to kiss her. He certainly wasn't going to be one to say no to morning sex if she was willing to...and this morning, she was definitely willing. It was more urgent than the night before, but that was fine, he rather enjoyed fast and urgent with her as much as he enjoyed worshipping her when they made love. And it accomplished the one thing he wanted--he wanted her to stay with him a little bit longer. Breathing hard, he kissed her temple as they slowly started to regain their bearings, "Definitely could get used to this, princess."

Her sweet laughter filled his room and she rolled out from underneath his arm.  He was still slightly limp from their intense love making and he wasn't fast enough to stop her this time. Evelyn found her clothes on the floor and began to dress, throwing him a little grin when he sighed in protest.  After dressing, she sat on her knees on his bunk, pressed her lips to his in a languid kiss, and sighed, "I'll see you at breakfast."

"Yes ma'am," Poe teased as she left his quarters.

"Bye, flyboy," Evelyn teased back, the door shutting behind her.

Grinning, Poe pulled himself out of bed.  It wasn't until he was in the refresher, glancing at himself in the mirror, that he remembered getting into that fight with Jas.  There were several ugly bruises on his upper body and he had a cut over his left eye.  Leia's gonna kill me.  Of course, if she knew the whole story, then perhaps she wouldn't be so angry at him.  Letting out a slow breath, Poe started the shower up, trying to push some of the memories from the previous night from his mind, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he'd only made things worse for his squadron when it came to Jas Dane. 

Tension was already running high between the pilots and the spy, taking a shot at him last night was not going to relieve any of that.  And Evie, did you really help her last night? You let your temper get the best of you when you should have just walked away... 

Poe took a quick shower, shaved, and then dressed. Glancing at the time, he hoped that he'd be able to catch the General in her office before the start of the day.  He needed to explain himself before Jas twisted the events of last night, because Poe was almost certain he would.

"What should we do about Commander Dameron?" Major Ematt asked her, cautiously.  "It's not a good look for our wing commander to be starting fights."

"In both cases, Major, he was protecting his team," Leia pointed out, taking a sip of her morning tea.  Thankfully, Kaleb had filled her in on the previous night's events before Ematt had stopped by her office.  "And I find it rather disgusting that Agent Dane thinks it's okay to call my niece sexist slurs in front of the entire Resistance."

Ematt cleared his throat, looking at Leia and then at the silent Major Brance. "This could compromise our entire mission, Leia.  Black Squadron was already having trouble getting along with Agent Dane--I don't see those relations improving after last night."

Leia rolled her neck. Over the last few days she had wanted to punch Dane in the face as well; Poe had done them all a favor as far as she was concerned. "If we have too, we can assign another squadron. I'm going to put my faith in our people that they can put their differences aside and work for the greater good of the Resistance." 

Before the major could respond, there was knock on the door.  Ematt glanced over his shoulder to see Poe standing on the other side of the transparisteel door. Leia dismissed Ematt and Brance before allowing the pilot to step into her office.  When they were gone, she glanced at him with a stern look. "I suppose you're here to explain yourself."

Poe anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. "Ma'am, I want you to know that I tried hard not to hit him... I wasn't looking for a fight." He clenched his fists and Leia could see the bruises on his knuckles. "But I couldn't... I couldn't let him talk to Evelyn that way."

"I'm not angry at you, Poe," Leia assured him. 

"You're not?"

"No, I'm not. I was told that there might have been a lot of alcohol involved; your judgment might have been slightly impaired."

"General, it's still not an excuse for my behavior..."

"Maybe, but Dane deserved to be knocked down a few pegs."

"Honestly, I'm not sure he got the message," Poe said, letting out a slow breath. "He doesn't seem like the type to change his opinions that quickly."

Leia clutched her teacup and sighed, sadly. Evelyn would never talk about it, but she knew--her niece had suffered some emotional abuse at the end of her relationship with Jas. There definitely had not been any mutual respect between the couple.  Evelyn really was just possession to Jas and when he left, Leia had watched her niece crumble. She had held her close while she cried, one of those times confessing that she missed the man that had defended her last night. "I don't like how he treats the female members of your squad, Poe, but his mission is vital to the Resistance."

Poe frowned and nodded. He understood that finding all the pieces of Agent Lothor's transmission was very important.  Which was one of the reasons that Poe had come here to apologize and explain himself to the General. He really did try hard not to start that fight.  Sighing, Poe promised her he would do his best to keep his temper in check. 

"Good. I have another mission for Black Squadron."

"Tekka?"

She nodded. "Gear up, Commander. You're about to go to jail and get cozy with a Hutt."

He blinked, not sure if she was serious or not, and then smiled drily. "My dad always said I'd end up in jail someday."

Leia smiled at him, fondly. "Lucky for us--you didn't.  Why don't you go brief your squadron, I'm sure they are going to have a lot of questions."

Poe grabbed the data pad she offered him and looked at her, hopefully. "Is Evie allowed along for this one?"  When Leia didn't respond, Poe sighed, "You know she's going to ask."

"We can't risk it, Poe," Leia said, sadly, "especially sending you into a prison with hardened criminals. She'll have to sit this one out."

"I suppose she would be a nice prize for a Hutt," Poe muttered. He was happy Leia was ordering Evelyn to stay behind--he just couldn't see how he could keep her safe in a jail. 

"Or anyone else looking for a bounty."

"That too.  When would you like us to leave, General?"

"Tomorrow morning; I still have a few details to wrinkle out before you go."

"We'll be ready, ma'am."

Early the next morning Black Squadron was scheduled to depart.  Like Poe had predicted, Evelyn was upset that she was once again being forced to sit this one out. However, he knew it was for the best, to keep her safe.  She stood at the edge of the tarmac, hugging herself, the warm summer breeze blowing the stray pieces of hair in her face. 

Poe tucked his flight helmet underneath his arm and reached out with his free hand to tuck the flyaway pieces. "Stop worrying, Evie; I'm going to come back." 

She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly and she buried her face against his chest.  He snaked his free arm around her waist and held her, as long as his possibly could, because Black Squadron had a tight time schedule to stick too.  Pulling away, Poe kissed the top of her head and promised that he'd see her in a few days.  Evelyn stood there, with CB-2 and Oddy watching as Black Squadron boarded their fighters, taxied out onto the runway and then took off for the stars. 

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We Belong to the Stars, Ch. 24

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 1783

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Poe was certain he had been in worse situations than this before. Just at the present time he couldn't think of any. 

As if being left to fend for themselves in the middle of a prison, and then having to literally fight their way to Grakkus the Hutt's home, Poe thought their bad luck had run out.  That is until the Hutt made mention that Evelyn wasn't present--like he had been expecting her to be with Black Squadron.  Poe didn't get to question it, the Hutt took his comrades hostage, taking their weapons and demanding that Poe follow his rules. He had been left with very little choice. 

Glancing at his team before he disappeared inside Grakkus home, Poe felt on edge.  Something was off.  First of all, someone else had paid the prison more money to let Black Squadron venture to Grakkus on their own, the Hutt knew who he was, knew that Evelyn was usually a part of their squadron--this only solidified Leia's decision to keep her back on D'Qar. Poe was grateful Evelyn wasn't here--and now Grakkus claimed to know why Poe was here.

"How do you know all this?" the commander asked as Grakkus opened a door to a private chamber.

"Oh, hello, Commander," Terex said, standing in front of Poe, smiling. "So nice to see you again.  I see you left her behind."

"Yeah... I left her behind," Poe snapped, irritated that Terex had beat them to their location yet again. "She's safe from you."

Terex chuckled. "If that's what you like to think, then so be it, Dameron." 

Poe felt chills run up his spine. "What is that suppose to mean?"

"You cannot keep her safe from the First Order forever, Commander."

"As long as I'm still breathing I can."

"And I told you on Scarif, your demise can be arranged."

Grakkus seemed annoyed with their conversation. He grunted, loudly, and spat something at them in Huttese, turning the men's attention on him. "Gentlemen, I'm not in the mood for your petty quarrels.  Now--we had a deal."

Terex frowned at him. "Yes, we had a deal.  As soon as you give me the location of Lor San Tekka--I will get you out of here."

Poe crossed his arms over his chest, realizing that the Hutt had played both of them. The only thing that mattered to Grakkus was getting out of Megalox. "I think the deal has just changed.  Am I right, Grakkus?"

"You are correct, Mr. Dameron," Grakkus replied. "Whoever gets me out of this prison first, will get the information."

"You double-crossed us," Terex sneered.

"He's a Hutt--in all honesty--you should have seen that coming," Poe snarked.

Grakkus chuckled while Terex stormed out.  Poe let out a little sigh, glancing at the crime lord.  It didn't surprise him that the Hutt had double crossed them, he'd been prepared for it ,actually. Terex apparently had not, which meant it might take him longer to figure things out, to come up with a plan to get Grakkus out of Megalox Beta before Black Squadron. Fortunately for Poe-- he already had a back-up plan.

At the age of sixteen, Evelyn had stolen her father's x-wing and traveled to Kijimi in search of Poe.  She had gone in the hopes of talking him into coming home to Yavin--unaware that the whole reason he was on Kijimi was because he was working undercover for the Republic.  To this day Leia wasn't sure how Poe had managed to convince Evelyn to go home--without him--and without breaking his cover.  As she stepped into the hanger on D'Qar, she half expected to find that Evelyn had taken off again in search of Poe.  

Evelyn was seated underneath her fighter, legs crossed and tinkering with some parts.  Her long hair was draped over one of her slender shoulders and Leia recalled that Sela often would sit that way underneath her own fighter during the days of the Rebellion.  Feeling a sense of loss for her friend and sister-in-law, Leia sighed and pulled up a crate.  Sitting down she waited until her niece glanced up at her to speak. "I know you're angry at me."

"I should be out there with my squadron," Evelyn responded, tightly.

"Your squadron is infiltrating a prison right now to break out a Hutt," Leia pointed out.

"Poe said they would have armed guards with them."

"Evelyn, it's just better if you stay here."

She angrily tossed the part she had been fiddled with aside. Her blue eyes flashed with rage. "You didn't tell my father to lay low when Vader was looking for him! Why are you forcing me to sit around?"

Shaking her head, Leia sighed. "This is different, Evelyn.  Times are different.  I couldn't afford to have your father sitting around--the Rebellion needed him."

Evelyn stood, tears running down her cheeks and absolute anguish flashing in her blue eyes. "So... what you're saying is that you don't need me, is that it?  I can leave if you want! Maybe Uncle Han could use my help!"

Leia got to her feet and instantly pulled her niece into her arms, hugging her tightly.  Evelyn sobbed against her shoulder. "Sweetheart, I do need you. I need you to stay safe, I need you here when the time comes for you to get back in that x-wing with Black Squadron. You are important--very important." Gently, she rubbed Evelyn's back. "You're a light, Evelyn, you always have been--especially now in these darker times."

"I wish my father was here," Evelyn whimpered, taking Leia a little off guard. "Why did he have to go when I needed him the most?"

"Oh, sweetheart," Leia whispered, wishing she had the answers for her. "I don't know."

All she wanted was to go back--to the way things where--when her family was together; but Evelyn knew that they couldn't go back, so she had to settle for her aunt's comforting embrace.  Even that couldn't last--the General was being paged.  Leia let got of her, wiping the tears from her eyes with her small, delicate hands.  "Remember--no one is ever really gone, Evelyn."

Eyes watering, Evelyn nodded watching as Leia exited the hanger.  The General proceeded back to the surface of the planet, immediately recognizing that Black Squadron had returned. There was a flury of activity on the flight pad as technicians guided the fighters back to their landing spots.  She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping that Poe and the others had been able to get the information that they had paid a lot of money for.

Poe approached her, looking tense and he handed her a data pad. "It wasn't easy getting this, General.  Grakkus tried to play us--not surprisingly--all he wanted was out of that prison."

Leia quirked an eyebrow. "I take it you managed to get him out."

"Yeah, we did," the pilot said with a curt nod, "but not before Agent Terex showed up."

"I can only imagine--looking for Evelyn?"

"He was disappointed that I left her behind."

"She was too," Leia lamented, gazing over her shoulder in the direction of the hanger she'd left her niece in.

"It was for the best," Poe reminded her. "Are we sure this is legit, General?"

Sighing, Leia glanced at the data pad. "It sounds like someplace Lor San would go."

Poe nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "When do you want us to go after him?"

Leia glanced up, tensely. "We have a bigger issue, Commander--we need to find out who passed on the information to Terex that Black Squadron was going to Megalox."

His jaw clenched, his brown eyes became dark with anger.  Poe took a steadying breath. "The only ones that knew about this mission were Black Squadron, you, Dane, and Evelyn."

She gazed at him apologetically, knowing how much his squad meant to him. "I know--that means, Commander, that one of them betrayed the Resistance-betrayed you."

BB-8 regaled his tale of heroics on the latest mission--how it had been him and the other droids that had helped Black Squadron escape and return back to the Resistance-- to Evelyn while they walked towards the mess that night for dinner.

Evelyn smiled, affectionately at the little droid when he was done telling his tale. "It sounds like you were very brave, BeeBee."

Poe chuckled while his droid bristled with pride.   His eyes met hers, and she smiled at him, warmly, but he couldn't find the energy to return it fully.  Immediately, she knew something was wrong and her brown furrowed in concern.  Poe reached for her hand and grasped it, tightly. "We wouldn't have gotten that information if it weren't for BeeBee and the other droids."

"Are you okay?" she asked him, softly. 

"Fine," he replied, curtly. "Exhausted. It's not easy breaking a Hutt out of jail."

"I wish I could have been there to help."

"I'm glad you weren't; one less thing to worry about--your safety."

"Did Aunt Leia give you another mission yet?" Evelyn inquired, changing the subject.

"Ah... she did," Poe said, biting his lower lip. Technically because she knew about the mission to Megalox Beta--she was a suspect for giving up the information to the First Order. No, she would never do that.  She isn't the mole.  "The General wants me to figure out who keeps informing the First Order about Black Squadron's missions.  I hear your brother was able to retrieve the next part of Agent Lothor's transmissions without a problem--which means, the First Order is interested in our squad, Evie."

Evelyn nodded, softly. "He did; Kaleb reported that there was no sign of the First Order when they arrived--or that the First Order had even been there.  Intel has been working around the clock to decipher everything that has been recovered so far--they managed to confirm what BeeBee told us on the first mission--that the First Order seems to be building some kind of super weapon."

Poe sighed, heavily. "Fantastic.  Going back to the old tactics of the Empire by using fear to keep star systems in line." He gave her hand a squeeze as they stepped inside the mess hall. "I don't like this, Evie--someone from our squadron betraying us.  We've both known L'ulo our whole lives, there's no way he would do this... and Snap, Jess? They could have been killed because the information was leaked.  And Karé, I've flown with her for years." 

She watched as Jess waved them over to a table. Poe led Evelyn through the crowd, towards the line to get dinner. Once they had their food, they joined their squad mates.  He felt a pain in his chest just looking at them--just thinking about one of them betraying him and the Resistance. There was no way--none--that any one of these pilots had sold information to the First Order. So that leaves... Poe's dark brown eyes found the spy across the room, Dane's face was bruised from the fight they'd gotten into, but there was clearly a scowl on his face when he met Poe's eyes. The spy was vengeful--vengeful enough to sell information to the First Order.

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We Belong to the Stars, CH. 14

Word Count: 2669

Pairings: Poe/Evelyn (OC)

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava

A/N: Here is the next chapter, links for previous chapters are provided below if you need to catch up :)

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five/ Chapter Six / Chapter Seven / Chapter Eight / Chapter Nine / Chapter Ten / Chapter Eleven / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / AO3

Nar Shadda

Evelyn didn't need to use the Force to sense Poe's uneasiness as she stepped into the cantina.  He had hated the idea of her going into the bar alone, without any back up, which was why he was seated somewhere in the crowd of patrons, keeping an eye on her.

The smell of stale alcohol and thick, heavy smoke permeated the air of the small cantina. If all went according to plan, she could slip in and out of the bar without any of the drunk or high—or both—patrons even noticing her.  Even dressed in worn out brown leather pants, a dark brown shirt, and black vest, Evelyn felt incredibly out of place amongst the greasy, dirty, scruffy looking beings bellying up to the bar to get their fix of booze or drugs.  Glancing at her scuffed boots, she estimated that the silver belt around her waist probably cost more than these types of people spent on drinks in a year.

As out of place as she might have been, Evelyn wasn’t entirely defenseless.  On her hip was a blaster that her uncle had given to her shortly after she joined the Resistance, a knife was hidden in her boot—something that the Pathfinders had taught her—she might be small, but she was a force to be reckoned with.   From behind the bar, she could see that the keeper was looking her up and down, an obvious scowl on his face. 

“You shouldn’t be here, little girl,” he snapped at her.  “These sorts are too rough for you.”

“I’ll take a shot of Corellian brandy,” she said, tapping her finger on the bar.  She quirked a brow when he didn’t move. “You’re going to turn away a paying patron?”

On the bar she pushed some credits towards him; instantly his eyes lit up.  There were not a lot of beings around these parts that paid with New Republic credits; many just bartered with items they had smuggled for their alcohol and drugs.   He took the credits and poured her the shot, a small grin on his face as he slid the glass towards her.  Obviously, he still wasn’t convinced that she could hold her own in his place or that she could even hold her liquor.  Grabbing the shot glass, she tossed her head back and swallowed it in one gulp.

Slamming the glass back onto the bar, she ran her tongue over her lips.  The barkeeper looked back at her; his black eyes wide with wonder.  Evelyn felt a small smile grace her features—if there was one way to win a bar keep over, it was showing them that you were capable of handling the drink.  “I’m here to meet someone. Maybe you can point me in his direction?”

“Depends. Are you First Order? New Republic?”

“Neither.”

Before he could reply a man slid next to her at the bar, she felt his fingers brush against her waist, and something was slipped into her vest pocket.  Looking up at him through the hazy smoke, his weathered face cracked a grin, and then he was gone.  Evelyn knew not to follow.  Pursing her lips together, she turned back towards the barkeeper, who was wiping some glasses clean with a tattered cloth. “So,” he said, “this person you’re looking for…”

She was lingering here too long, she knew it, but if she left now, suspicions would be raised. Evelyn could almost feel Poe shifting uneasily from across the bar where he was keeping a watchful eye on her. “Business contact," she finally answered the barkeeper. "He owes me money, and if I don’t get it soon, I’m going to be owing a lot more to the Guavians. No one really wants that. Things could get—messy.”

A horrid stench filled her nostrils as a large man pawed at her.  Now she knew she had lingered too long; her looks had attracted the wrong sort and with the amount of alcohol flowing there was a good chance that things were going to turn violent. She ducked underneath the arm of the man and tried to back out of the bar.  She slammed into another body, their hands sliding down her sides and a slurred voice in her ear offering to by her drink, one hand pushed her braid aside, his lips moving closer and closer to the exposed skin of her neck.

Out of nowhere a fist flew through the air and hit the man square in the nose.  Evelyn felt his hands fall away from her as he stumbled.  Now, Poe stood between her and the two drunks.  “She’s too good for you, pal. Keep your hands off of her.”

Chaos broke out into the bar then as the two large men lunged for him.  He easily side-stepped out of their way, reaching for an empty chair and swinging it directly at them.  The chair shattered as the two men collapsed onto the floor in a heap of sweat, teeth, and blood.   Tossing the chair aside, Evelyn watched as Poe dropped back into a defensive position. Her fingers brushed the handle of her blaster, eager to pull it and help him as more patrons came at him. 

In the middle of the fray, someone else pulled their blaster, firing it directly into the air.   Almost immediately the fight stopped, the attackers ducked and ran for cover as Poe reached for her hand.  “Let’s go,” he told her.  “That isn’t going to fool them for long.”

Outside they were greeted by fresh air, a moonless sky, and the rest of their squadron.  “Kriff, Commander,” Snap grumbled. “We had the information; you didn’t need to play the hero.”

Poe gave the other man an angry look.  "That thug had his hands on her."

Evelyn clenched her jaw. "You didn't even give me time to react!"

Jess grabbed onto Snap's arm, glancing over her shoulder. “Ah, guys, let’s go, those thugs are starting to realize I wasn’t a First Order patrol. We can continue this debate when we're safely on our way back to base.”

Poe pulled on Evelyn's hand and gestured with his chin. “Back to the ship.  Let’s get out of this pit.” He led them through the crowds of unsavory sorts, First Order patrols, making sure to keep his head down.  If they drew any suspicion to themselves it would all be over.  With a tentative glance around the street they were wandering, Poe ducked into a dark alley way that would lead them away from the cantina. 

“Uh-oh,” Snap said, suddenly breaking the silence. “Looks like your little bar fight roused attention.”

“Nice going,” Jess snapped as a patrol made their way down the dimly lit alley. “You can never do anything, quietly, can you, Dameron?”

“This way,” Poe said, pulling Evelyn into a darker, smaller alley.  Snap and Jess followed. 

They slipped through the tiny back alleys, dodging the patrols that were obviously looking for her and Poe. He had blown her cover, perhaps the entire operation, so he could play the hero—save he damsel in distress and look good.  She was suddenly so furious with him that she snarled. “I could have handled those thugs back at the bar myself.”

Poe chuckled and in the low light she saw that he looked in her direction.  She couldn’t make out his face, but she was sure he was grinning at her. “Oh, so we're not going to wait to get back to the ship to debate this,” he said, playfully, “and from where I was standing, sweetheart, it didn’t look like you were handling it by not moving an inch.”

Evelyn felt fury erupt inside of her as they continued to walk along towards the hanger. Force he can be so difficult! “Don’t call me sweetheart!”

He laughed again, stopping to peer into the alley by the hanger, making sure there wasn’t a patrol waiting for them.  “Okay, would you prefer princess?”

She couldn't believe he was making jokes given their current situation. The was a chance that they were about to be caught by the First Order and killed. “I’d prefer if you’d let go of my hand." 

“Okay, easy there, princess,” he teased, letting go of her hand.  His blaster held at his side, Poe took a step towards the hanger. “Let’s go.”

Snap and Jess went ahead of them; Poe and Evelyn followed closely behind.  Everything seemed to be going well, until a patrol rounded the corner, spotted them, and began firing at them.

Gasping, as Poe pulled her behind him protectively, Evelyn was suddenly running with him as he fired towards the patrol.   Snap and Jess dropped some cover for them and then the four of them disappeared up the loading ramp of a Ghtroc 690, the captain hitting the release to close the ramp up. “Don’t suppose we have time to tell air control that we’re leaving; I’d punch it, Commander!”

Poe jumped into the pilot’s seat, starting up the starship.  “Sounds like a plan to me,” he said, flipping a few switches. “Hold on, we’re going out of here full speed!”

“Full speed!” Evelyn cried as he lifted the freighter off the ground.  Stumbling, she managed to find something to hold onto.  “You’re insane, Poe! You’re going to get us killed!”

“Come on, princess, have a little faith! We'll be fine!” 

“Stop calling me that!”

“Okay, I guess we can go back to sweetheart, princess.”

“There's a squad of TIEs coming right at us,” Jess reported, ignoring their bickering.

“Calculate the jump to lightspeed," Poe responded. "I'll hold them off."

Evelyn shouldn't have been surprised, it was Poe flying after all, but to her horror they were flying straight at the First Order squadrons.  Gripping the bulkhead as the commander maneuvered the freighter into a series of loops, rolls, and corkscrews, Evelyn bit back whatever snide remark she had; Snap and Jess didn’t seem horrified by his flying—and she would be the first to admit it was incredible the way he was piloting them through the enemy fighters. However, they were taking heavy fire and sooner or later their shields were not going to hold.

Just when she thought they were not going to get out of this alive, Jess announced she had the calculations for lightspeed, and Poe pulled the freighter into a steep climb, heading out of the atmosphere.  She fell backwards, losing her grip and cursed him as her knees hit the hard, durasteal floor.  She heard him laugh, just before the 690 shot into hyperspace.  Pulling herself to her knees, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It would do no one any good if she got angry in this situation—as furious as you are with this situation, with him.

Poe turned in his seat and grinned down at her. "See, we're fine."

Standing up, slowly, Evelyn shot a glare at him. "Blasting our way out of here wouldn't have been necessary if you'd just let me handle the situation in the cantina."

He got up off the pilot's seat.  Poe moved towards her, eyes dark with a hint of anger and lust. "We're still debating that?"

"Yes! Poe, you cannot just go flying off the handle like that!"

"Ok, fine, let's play your little game.  Did you have a plan to handle those thugs?"

"I was reaching for my blaster..."

"Please, they would have broken your arm before you even got it out of the holster..."

"You don't think I was trained in self-defense?"

"For someone who was, you just stood there!"

Evelyn balled her fists up, noticing how close they were to each other now and realizing that despite the fact she was furious with him, she was incredibly attracted to him.  They had never fought like this before and she supposed that was because they'd never really been in life-threatening situations together before.  For a moment they stood toe to toe, the air around them thick with tension...

Jess let out a slow breath. "Just kiss already," she murmured. 

Snap chuckled, "Think they have more than kissing on the brain, Pava."

Poe and Evelyn simultaneously shot a glare at him. Snap and Jess took that as their sign to leave their friends alone.  Once they were gone, Poe ran his tongue over his lips and turned back towards her. "That thug's hands were all over you, touching you... he had no right to be pawing at you like that."

BB-8 whistled, lowly, moving closer to Evelyn and brushing against her leg.  Evelyn glanced down at the little droid for a second, before looking back at Poe. "You don't have to protect me, Poe."

"I know I don't... I just..."

"Can't help it."

"Yeah," Poe whispered, he instantly felt calmer, all his anger leaving his body.  "You're important to me, Evie. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Important," Evelyn repeated, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. "What...what do you mean by that?"

Poe smiled at her. "Come on, Evie. You know what I mean."

Evelyn swallowed. "Do I?"

"You're my best friend."

"Just your best friend?"

"Oh no, you're more than that; you've been more than that for years now."

"And what exactly... does more mean, Poe?"

Poe moved closer to her, if that was entirely possibly, given how close the pair was standing in the confined cockpit of the light freighter. His dark eyes locked onto her intensely and he gently took her arms in his hands. “I love you, Evelyn.”

Evelyn was sure her heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it.  Her face felt flush and her palms felt sweaty, and she didn't know what to say or do.  It appeared that Poe was just as immobile, as he stood there, gazing at her, hopefully.

BB-8 whirred impatiently next to him and suddenly nudged him.  Poe gasped, pulling Evelyn closer to him.

“Commander, I think he wants you to kiss me,” Evelyn said, with a soft smile.

“It appears that he does, Lieutenant,” Poe murmured, with a lazy grin. 

His mouth lowered to hers, capturing her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. She melted against him and she realized, she fit perfectly there—like she was meant to be there.  Her mouth parted against his, inviting him to deepen their kiss, assuring him that she was alright with this, assuring him that it was okay to go a bit further, to gently slide his tongue into her mouth and explore. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Poe tightened his grip on her as the kiss became more heated, more passionate.

Being this close to her, he could smell the soft, clean scent of her hair as it brushed against his face.  Pulling back, he tugged on her lower lip for a second, and then, desperately trying to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against hers. 

Her hands rested on his chest, and Evelyn used her fingers to trace circles over his beige, button down shirt. She’d been kissed before, but never like that, like the person she was kissing was the air she was desperate to breathe.  It was the exact opposite of how she felt when Jas kissed her.  Her heart was pounding, her skin felt flush and warm; instead of feeling nothing, Poe filled every sense she had. “Wow,” she whispered.

Poe chuckled low in his throat, pressing his lips to hers again. “I hope that’s a good wow.”

Evelyn’s response was to bury her hands in his dark curls and pull him down for another kiss.  Poe felt fire spread across his skin, enjoying how close she was to him, how wonderful it felt to have her that close to him and have her kissing him; he wanted to get absolutely lost in her, lost in this moment but then an alarm went off on the panels, reminding them that one of them still had to fly the ship. 

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Pathways, a series of drabbles

Title: Kaleb and the Tree

Word Count: 1137

Rating: G

Characters: Poe, Kaleb, Evelyn

Happy Star Wars Day!  I have more post planned for the day, couple drabbles for Pathways, a preview for the next chapter of We Belong to the Stars, as well as updated master lists! Also, check out Part 7 of Perhaps It’s Fate! 

“You’re going to fall,” Poe argued, hands on his hips. “You can’t use the Force to fly, Kaleb! You can barely lift a rock using it!”

“Sure I can use it to fly!” Kaleb argued back, climbing higher up the limbs of the massai tree. “Just watch me, Poe!”

Poe rolled his eyes and looked down at Evelyn, who was sitting at the base of tree picking the little wildflowers growing around it. She was completely uninterested in what her brother and Poe were up too. He wasn’t even sure she knew that her brother had climbed about a meter off the ground. 

Kaleb was shouting from above them.  Poe looked up to see that he was standing on the branch, inching out towards the edge.  Instantly, he felt anxious flutters in his stomach.  He shouldn’t be doing this! “Evie! Poe! Watch me!” Kaleb yelled at his best friend and little sister. “I’m going to fly!”

Evelyn glanced up from her flower picking to see her brother on the very edge of the branch.  Her little brow furrowed and she looked at Poe.  “What is he doing?”

“He think he can use the Force to fly,” Poe mumbled, nervously.

“No he can’t!” Evelyn cried, jumping to her feet.

“Yes I can!” Kaleb shouted down to them. “Now watch me!”

Poe and Evelyn did watch; they watched as Kaleb stepped off the branch, arms spread wide, eyes closed--they watched as he cascaded straight to the jungle floor below him.  All three children let out a scream at the same exact moment, as Kaleb crashed into brush underneath the tree that Evelyn had just been picking flowers in. 

Kaleb didn’t move; Poe wondered if he was dead and then the younger boy started to cry.  Evelyn and Poe sprinted to Kaleb’s side, seeing that his right leg was twisted up in the roots and most definitely broken.  There was also a lot of cuts and gashes on his arms and legs--a few on his face. 

Evelyn was crying, large tears rolling down her face. “Is...is he going to die, Poe?” She looked at the older boy, terrified. 

He shook his head and got to his feet, realizing that he needed to take action. “Evie, stay with him,” Poe instructed the frightened little girl, “I’m gonna go get my dad. Just stay there! I’ll be right back!”  And he took off running, as fast as he could through the jungle. 

“Should be all set, Kes,” Amir, the local mechanic said, smiling.  “Looks like Poe got some of his toys stuck up in the engine.”

“Kriff, that boy is going to be the end of me,” Kes said with a shake of his head. “At least no one was hurt when the damn thing began to malfunction and parts were flying everywhere.  I’ll talk to him and let him know that his toys do not belong in the picker.” 

Amir wiped his hands on a cloth and looked around the Dameron’s ranch.  “Where is the little scoundrel?”

Kes gestured towards the jungle. “Went off to play with Kaleb and Evelyn about an hour ago.  I assume right now they’ve already freed the galaxy from the Emperor and blown up the Death Star.”

“In my day I was a pod racer,” Amir said with a chuckle. “Times have changed.”

“Indeed they have,” Kes supplied. 

“Papa! Papa, help!” Poe screamed, bursting through the ferns and onto the ranch.  “Kaleb’s hurt!”

Kes furrowed his brow in concern and went to his son, kneeling down before him. He could see the frightened look in Poe’s big brown eyes. “What do you mean he’s hurt? You boys are always coming back with scraps and bruises.”

Poe took a deep breath and gestured wildly behind him at the jungle. “I told him he couldn’t use the Force to fly, Papa! He wouldn’t listen! He... just fell! And now he’s bleeding and his leg is all busted up!”

“Fell?”

“From the tree!”

Quickly, Kes scooped his son up into his arms. Amir said he’d go find Luke or Sela, and Kes went crashing back through the jungle, letting Poe instruct him in the direction that they were playing in.  He found Evelyn sitting at the base of a massai tree, next to her brother.  Kaleb was pale and moaning in pain. Kriff, Kes thought as he put Poe down. 

Poe stood back while his father looked after Kaleb.  Kes lifted Evelyn out of the way and shooed her towards Poe.  He held her hand tightly while his father made a splint out of some sticks for Kaleb’s leg, calling upon his basic training--it wasn’t the first splint that Kes had ever fashioned, but it was the first one he’d done on a child. 

Kes had just finished the splint when Luke and Sela joined them. Now, with all three adults crowding around Kaleb, Poe and Evelyn couldn’t see what was going on. The adults kept their voices down and didn’t say a word to them as Luke carried Kaleb away, Sela following.  It wasn’t until they were gone that Kes turned towards Poe and Evelyn, huddled together in fear, and placed a hand on each their small heads. “Evie’s going to stay with us tonight.”

“Is Kaleb going to be okay?” Poe asked, nervously.

“He’ll be fine,” Kes replied, gathering Evelyn up into his arms. “Luke and Sela are going to take him to a medcenter on Hosnian Prime, have his leg looked at. Now, come on, let’s get home and I’ll make us some dinner. How about some veggie soup? We’ve all had a long day.”

“Papa, I’m sorry,” Poe mumbled as they walked.

“Sorry? What for, son?”

“For letting Kaleb jump out of the tree like that.”

Kes stopped and turned to look down at his son. “Poe. This was not your fault; you told Kaleb that he shouldn’t jump from the tree--you also ran to get help when you realized Kaleb needed it.”

Poe wiped his eyes on the back of his hand. “But I’m older! I’m supposed to be looking out for Kaleb and Evie!”

Evie sniffled and rested her head against Kes’ shoulder. “Ben told Kaleb he could use the Force to fly. I wanted to tell Daddy, but Kaleb told me to keep my mouth shut.”

Death of me--of all us--these children are going to be, Kes thought, closing his eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to Evelyn’s cheek and then encouraging Poe to walk with them, they headed back towards the ranch. “You know,” he said, “I think we’ve all learned an important lesson.”

“Don’t listen to Ben?” Poe quipped, causing his father to chuckle.

“No, not what I had in mind,” Kes said, “We learned that none of us can fly using the Force.”

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[summahsunlight]

We Belong to the Stars, CH.1

Word Count: 2828

Pairing: Poe/OFC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Kylo Ren 

A Resistance spy has sent vital information about the First Order’s super weapon before his untimely death at the hands of Kylo Ren. Now, it's a race against time to obtain the information before the First Order destroys it. Leia sends members of the Resistance's top squadron in the hopes that they can track the information down before its too late.

A/N: This story takes place in the verse that my Drabble series ( Pathways ) verse sets up. You don't need to read those to necessarily to understand what's going on in this story however.  I hope you enjoy it!

AO3

Unknown Regions, 33 ABY

There was no time for escape once the first Star Destroyer showed up in system.

His only hope of getting the information he possessed to the Resistance, then he had to transmit it.  Since no one knew their exact location, there was no way it would reach them directly; he was going to have to get creative.  Plugging in the code for one of his more trusted contacts from his days in the New Republic's Intelligence Core, he slipped the disc into the computer, frantically downloading the information he had gathered for the last six months.  It had been General Organa’s idea to get some on the inside, Lothor had been one of the Republic’s top-notch spies—it only made sense for him to infiltrate the First Order.

He'd made it pretty far up the ranks until Kylo Ren suspected him.

Screaming outside the door announced the arrival of the enemy. Lothor looked at the screen, desperately.  Still fifty percent of the information needed to be downloaded.  He knew that it would take those bucketheads a while to break through the coded door, he just hoped it was enough.   Thirty-five percent.  Something began to cut through the heavy armor of the door, the tip of a red light saber. Lothor could feel the fear running through him—through the tiny little outpost he had taken refuge in when fleeing the First Order.

Kylo Ren, the demon behind a metal mask.

Twenty-five percent.  Lothor unholstered his blaster and aimed it at the door.  He knew it would not hold off Kylo, he’d seen the man stop blast bolts mid-air, but it would provide a distraction, perhaps one long enough for the rest of the information to send to the Senator.

One hand on the controls of the computer, one eye watching as it ticked down, while the other hand held the blaster, the other eye watched as the metal of the door fell away.  Kylo stepped into the room, face hidden behind a mask. “Agent Lothor. The plans—you will stop that transmission immediately.”

“Make me,” Lothor snapped, firing at the dark side user. He wasn’t surprised when Kylo easily deflected the blasts with his saber.

“My patience is wearing thin,” Kylo snarled, holding his hand out and snatching Lothor in a paralyzing grasp. “The plans—now!”

Lothor managed to glance at the computer, even if he was being held against his will with the Force.  It was blinking: transmission sent.  “You’re too late, Ren.  The plans are in the hands of the Resistance.”

Kylo hissed, tightening his hold on the spy. “I will just trace the transmission.”

As if on cue, the computer console overheated, wires sparking and igniting, sending small plumes of smoke into the air. Lothor managed a weak smile. “Doesn’t seem like you’ll be able to. You can certainly give it a try, but I highly doubt you'll be successful.  Even if you are, good luck breaking through all the encryption codes.”

“I will get those plans back, traitor,” Kylo said.

“Like I said; good luck,” Lothor snapped.

Those were his last words. Kylo Ren cut him down and left his body behind.

Resistance Transport Ship

It was incredibly difficult to sleep on a transport ship.

Commander Poe Dameron—formally of the New Republic Navy, now a full-fledged member of the Resistance—had given up an hour ago to catch some shut eye. He laid on a bottom bunk, one arm behind his head, eyes staring up at the sleeping form of one of his lieutenants.  He regarded Iolo Arana and Karé Kun as family; he was both happy and relieved that they were joining him on this journey.  All three were tired of their hands being tied, of being told not to engage the First Order.  Well, the Navy’s lack of response had cost Lieutenant Muran his life and would have cost Poe his commission if Leia Organa had not taken notice.

Rolling over onto his side, Poe took a deep, steadying breath. He’d been shocked to see Leia when he landed back on Mirrin Prime after directly disobeying Lonno Deso’s orders. It had been five years since he’d seen her, five years since she formed the Resistance—five years since he’d walked away from the woman he loved without ever letting her know how he truly felt.  Squeezing his eyes shut, Poe fought his emotions, fought to push the image of Evelyn’s face the night they said goodbye from his mind.  He felt the same twist in his gut, the same clench of his heart, whenever he thought about her. He’d been so young and stupid five years ago, walking away from her at her most vulnerable hour because he had some stupid oath to the Republic to honor…

“You thinking about her?” Iolo mumbled next to him.

“Every waking hour,” Poe mumbled back.

Iolo sat up on his bunk.  The Kershian had been there when things had all gone to hell five years ago, he’d been there when they had gone to hell five days ago.  “Have you thought about what you’re going to say to her when you see her?”

Poe winced. No, he had not thought about it, even though he knew it was going to be unavoidable.  She would be there; she would be fighting right alongside her aunt to protect the galaxy from tyranny. “What can I say to her? I left, Iolo…”

The other man sighed, pushing his hair back. “How about starting with I’m sorry.”

His chest tightened. “Yeah… that probably is a good place to start.”

Karé shifted above him, her voice sleepily calling down, “And then you should probably tell her what an idiot you are, you know, for walking away from her like that—after she pleaded with you to join her, to fight with her.”

“And after giving her that really expensive, beautiful pendant,” Iolo added.

“Right. I forgot about the kyber crystal,” Karé said.  “Stars, Poe, you suck at the romance thing.”

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Poe whispered, harshly, noticing that their conversation was disturbing the recruits that had managed to fall asleep on the transport. “I suck at romance.”

Iolo glanced at the commander, then up at Karé.  In the last five years, they’d watched as Poe pined away for Evelyn, even making some desperate attempts to move on from her that never really panned out because, quite frankly, Poe had never stopped loving Evelyn.  “Maybe you should also throw in there that you love her,” he said, then shrugged his shoulders, “you know, just a suggestion.”

Poe rolled onto his back once again, rubbing his hands over his face. What if she’s moved on? What if she doesn’t love me? These thoughts had plagued him for a while now, but more so since he agreed to go with Leia back to the Resistance.  “I don’t know if that’s what she wants to hear… it’s been five years Iolo, anything could have happened in those five years.”

Karé clicked her tongue. “You think she’s moved on? Well… I guess with how you left things… I don’t say I blame her if she did.”

Neither do I, Poe thought, instantly hating himself. I broke her heart, I made her believe that the Republic was more important than she was.  Kun is right—you are an idiot. 

It was with this thought on the brain that Poe fell into a restless sleep.  He was woken by the transport coming out of hyperspace and the lights going from dim to harsh.  Inwardly groaning, Poe climbed out from underneath his bunk, grabbing his duffel at his feet.  He slung the bag over his shoulder and woke BB-8 from his low power mode.  The droid buzzed to life, asking if they had arrived at their new destination.  “We have for now, buddy, let’s go.”

BB-8 followed behind the three pilots, his photoreceptor taking in the scene.  They were on a bright, shiny, refitted Mon Calamari cruiser.  In the hanger there were various makes of starfighters, mostly slightly older models of X-wings.  He was happy that his master had not left him behind, that he believed he could do some good for the Resistance as well. 

A slender, very young woman with dark hair, met the three pilots at the end of the ramp.  Poe tossed her a smile. “Hi Korrie,” he said, recalling the nickname that Leia had often used with her. “Are you the welcoming committee?”

Korr Sella pulled her lips into a small smile. “Commander. Yes, I guess you could say in a way I am the welcoming committee.  General Organa wanted to meet with you as soon as you arrived. I’m here to take you to her. Lieutenant Kun, Lieutenant Arana, someone will be along to help you get settled into your quarters. I’m sure you’re all tired from your trip.  I know how difficult it can be to sleep on those transports.”

Poe glanced at his squad, gave them a slight nod that it was okay, and then left the hanger with Korr—BB-8 following closing behind him.  They were led through the stark white corridors until they reached the General’s private office.   The young woman entered a code in the keypad, and the doors opened.

“Commander Dameron has arrived, General,” Korr announced as they stepped into her space.

“About time,” Leia Organa quipped from behind her desk. She rose her whisky brown eyes to his and smiled, “What took you so long, Poe?”

“Stubbornness?” Poe offered, because he didn’t have any other explanation.

Leia chuckled. “I guess that’s good as any explanation as I’m ever going to get.”

Poe smiled, sadly. “Maybe I just needed to see things for myself.”

“Perhaps.  And now that you’ve seen these things do you see what I was talking about five years ago?”

“Yes ma’am, and I’m sorry that I didn’t see it sooner.”

“I’m not sure I’m the one that you really need to be apologizing to, Poe,” Leia said, softly.

“I know,” Poe replied in a near whisper, casting his eyes downward.

Leia took a deep breath, sympathy filling her brown eyes. “I’m sorry, Poe, about Lieutenant Muran.  He was a good pilot.”

Poe nodded in agreement. “An even better man.”

BB-8 warbled in agreement, which caused Leia to smile. “I see you still have your droid.”

“Wouldn’t trade him for anything in the galaxy, ma’am,” Poe said, with fondness. “He’s saved my life quite a few times.”

“And for that the Resistance is thankful,” Leia commented. “I don’t know how much Korrie was able to tell you, but we lost our wing commander a few weeks ago, my fighter squadrons have been a royal mess and we haven’t been able to send anyone out on any missions, except recruiting.  I’ve thought about giving the job to Kaleb or Evelyn, but they don’t have military training—can outfly most of our pilots—but lack the strategic planning, formation knowledge.”

Poe remained neutral.  He had no doubt that Kaleb or Evelyn Skywalker had the piloting skills to be wing commander, however, Leia was right—neither of them had been trained by the military. “Is this like the old days, when you would comm me and ask for advice on pilots and if I thought they were up for the job?”

Leia smiled and shrugged her shoulders.  “Something like that,” she said. “Lieutenant Kun and Arana are due promotions, both capable leaders in their own right.  I have about twelve pilots that just entered the ranks and I think they could whip them into shape fast.”

He titled his head to the side, glanced at BB-8, and nodded in agreement with the General. “Both are fine pilots, would make great squadron leaders. Although, I’d hate to lose them… it’s time for them to move up in the ranks.  They’ve more than earned it.”

She continued to smile at him. “I’m glad to hear you say that, Poe. Because I feel you need to move up in the ranks as well—you’ve more than earned it.  I only wish I could see the look on the brass' faces when they find out what I’ve done.  You angered a lot of people higher up.”

“I did what I thought was right, ma’am.”

“I know.  And stop calling me ma’am.”

“Do you prefer General?”

“I prefer Leia.”

Poe smiled, shyly. He felt that he needed to earn her respect back before he ever started calling her Leia. “Give me more time with that, General.”

Leia shook her head and handed him a data pad. “We’re going to be working together a lot, Commander Dameron, if you’re going to be our wing commander.”

His dark brown eyes went wide for a second.  Poe could hear BB-8 beeping and warbling, brushing his dome against the pilot’s calf. “Ma’am—General—Leia…are you sure?” he stammered, not sure what to call her or what to say, exactly.

She grinned at him and stretched her hand out, offering a firm handshake. “I never make decisions lightly, Poe.  As I told you on Mirrin Prime, we need passionate right about now, someone devoted to doing the right thing at all times, even if that means getting a little reckless here and there.  So, congratulations. Now, your first official order of business—go to your quarters, get some rest.  I’ll see you in the morning at zero seven hundred to meet with the others.”

“Yes ma’am,” Poe said with a slight grin, finally feeling like he was actually doing something about the First Order.

“Poe,” Leia called to him just before Korr led him to his quarters, “you need to talk to her, and soon; you’ve already waited five years too many, don’t you think?”

Yes, I probably should have chased after that transport five years ago; said goodbye to the Navy—but Papa, how could I turn my back on him? Poe knew that was a ridiculous excuse, his father would have supported his decision no matter what.  “Does she even want to…see me?”

Leia sized him up for a moment, how the usually cool, confident young man was so absolutely unsure of himself when it came to speaking to her niece. “I don’t have the answer to that question.  I can tell you that in the months after we left Hosnian Prime, she kept trying to find answers as to why you walked away.”

Poe winced, his eyes catching sight of BB-8. “Did you tell her because I was a coward?”

“I didn’t tell her anything. Other than you had your reasons for staying behind.”

“I put my oath before her.”

“Common mistake that a lot of good leaders make, Poe.”

“General Organa… I never meant… I didn’t want to hurt her.”

Her stance softened, a motherly look coming to her eyes. Leia knew this, he did not need to tell her.  Poe had been there the night the Jedi Temple had been destroyed, he’d been there when Evelyn and Kaleb had revealed that it was her own son that had perpetrated it all and if circumstances were slightly different, perhaps Poe would have been there when she formed the Resistance.  However, that was all in the past.  “Just talk to her, Commander. You both need closure.”

His shoulders slumped, slightly, and he nodded, looking more exhausted than he had five minutes ago.  Poe heard Leia order him to get some sleep once again, and he was off, following Korr. She made small talk; he could tell she was feeling slightly uncomfortable given all the history that Poe shared with Leia and her family. BB-8 certainly perked up when the young woman mentioned that they had already placed a charging station on Poe’s quarters for him.  Poe smiled, tiredly. “Thanks. He really hates charging in the hanger.  Too cold for him.”

Korr shot him a funny look. “Do droids feel temperature?”

Poe shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know.  It’s just what he’s told me. Besides, he’s my pal, and I kinda hate the idea of him alone in that hanger.”

“There are other droids charging in the hanger,” Korr pointed out.

“Yeah but none as special as BeeBee,” Poe supplied, scratching his droid for good measure.

She rolled her eyes and left him for the night outside of his new living space.  He took a deep breath and keyed the code in.  Stepping inside he could make out a small sitting area with a sofa, chair, and table; there was a desk on the far-right side, and on the left a door to the refresher and his bedroom.  Next to the sofa he could see BB-8’s charging station. 

Poe heaved a sigh as the door closed behind him. “Home sweet home,” he murmured to the droid. 

BB-8 brushed against him, softly beeping.

“I’m fine, buddy, tired,” Poe assured the droid. He dropped his bag down near the sofa. “Why don’t you plug in for the night? Sounds like we have a busy day tomorrow.”

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