Everything belongs to Lucasfilm and Disney except for my own character, Kira.

This was crazy.

This was so kriffing crazy.

Was she actually, willingly, flying straight back to the Resistance? Only an idiot would do that after what she'd been through.

Apparently she was an idiot.

But she couldn't just leave Poe to be taken by the First Order….she just couldn't.

She looked up to the dark haired pilot next to her, having just entered hyperspace.

"Umm", she started. "There's a few small staterooms. One's yours if you need to lie down."

His face looked bad enough, with his busted lip and his bruised eye, she couldn't imagine how the rest of him was doing.

"Thanks, I might just take you up on that. It's been a hell of a day," he sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I think I have some bacta packages in the back," she said suddenly. "Give me a sec."

She quickly got up and moved to the back of the ship were she had some storage, including medical supplies. After grabbing a box with a variety of things Poe might need, she made her way back to the control room.

She set the box in her empty chair and turned to him.

"So, where's the damage?"

"Besides my face? My abdomen is killing me, might be my ribs," he said wincing.

"Lemme see," she told him, crossing her arms.

"That eager to see me shirtless, huh?" he teased her.

"I've had to repair a few broken ribs of my own before," she said, trying not to sound flustered. "Do you want my help or not?"

He smirked at her, before standing and raising his shirt just enough for her to see his badly bruised ribs. She walked forward and gently placed her hands on the darkest area.

"This hurt?" she asked.

"Not the word I would use to describe it," he winked. In response, she pushed her hands in a little. He winced.

"How bout that?" she smirked.

He nodded, swallowing back pain.

"Well good news, they're not broken, you would've felt it when I touched you," she said, walking back to the box of medical supplies. "They're pretty badly bruised though so you'll need to leave some bacta bandages on them for a while."

She grabbed one from the box and then walked over to him and knelt in front of him.

"Maybe I'm not having such a bad day if it ends with a gorgeous blonde on her knees in front of me," he smiled.

"Do you flirt with every woman you meet?" she snapped, placing one of the bandages on the top of his rib-cage.

"Just the ones I find irresistible," he smirked. She rolled her eyes in response, and decided to change the subject.

"So now that I've saved your ass from getting captured by the First Order, I think the least you owe me is an explanation," she said, taping the bacta down. "Who did this to you?"

"Well, I got beat up pretty good by the couple of troopers who were trying to get information from me. But then another trooper ended up defecting and helping me escape," he explained.

Kira raised her eyebrow in surprise at that.

"A defector, huh? Well maybe there is some hope for troopers after all. Why were you even captured in the first place?"

"I was sent to Jakku to get vital information that can help the Resistance, but I put it in my droid before they could take me and sent him away. I was going back to get him when we were shot down in the TIE that we used to escape," he said the last part with some sadness.

"Important info, or important droid?" she asked, getting up and going to get the other bacta patch.

"Both honestly," he shrugged. "The stuff inside him is important, but I think I'd go back for BB-8 no matter what. He's my friend."

The softness in his voice made her heart ache.

"I understand," she told him, turning back towards him, and gesturing down to R2-D2. "It's been just me and Artoo ever since I was 14, I don't think I could give him up for anything."

Poe looked at the droid again, something about him seemed familiar but Poe couldn't place it.

She walked back to him and knelt down again to place the other patch.

"So what's this super secretive information your droid has?" she asked, but he hesitated to answer. She noticed.

"It's okay if you can't tell me," she said. "If it's that important, I probably don't even want to know anyway."

"Sorry, it's just, war, ya know?" he shrugged. "Nothing personal."

"Oh trust me, I know that all too well," she said as she finished taping up his second bandage. "There, all done."

She stood up to face him and he lowered his shirt.

"Thank you, Kira," he said smiling sweetly. She nodded and started to turn away, but he grabbed her hand. "No really, thank you for everything."

She blushed and nodded again, looking over at their coordinates. "We should reach D'Qar in about eight standard hours, you should probably try to get some sleep."

"Well what about you?" he asked.

"Honestly I could probably go for a few hours of shut-eye," she said, and looked over to her droid. "You okay taking over Artoo?"

His beeped response earned him a nod from her.

"Here, I'll show you to a stateroom," she said to Poe and started walking towards the small hallway, and she noticed he hadn't let go of her hand.


A loud crash woke Kira up and she squinted into the darkness. As she pushed the covers off of her, she started making her way towards her bedroom door, and cracked it open just enough to hear.

"Please be quiet so you won't wake Kira," she heard her father say softly.

"You can't keep babying her!" her mother's harsh voice snapped back.

"She's six years old!"

"She has to know life isn't always going to be so easy!"

"She is just a child!"

"Not all six year old's get to be children! I didn't! Or did you forget that?"

"No I didn't forget! How could I with you bringing it up all of the time?!"

Kira sighed and closed her door slowly. They were fighting again. Her parents had never been perfect, but lately her mother had just been so…. angry.

She made her way slowly back to her bed, but stopped when she heard a fimilar buzz and clash.

Lightsabers!

She raced to the door and threw it open, as she let out a scream.

"Mama!"


Kira jerked awake suddenly while breathing heavily, not surprised by her recurring nightmare. What she was surprised by, was the wailing coming from the room next to hers.

Poe!

She got up and raced to his room, grabbing her blaster on the way. As she burst into his room, she held her blaster ready to fire at whatever was making him yell. She halted however when she saw that Poe was alone, and asleep.

He was having a nightmare. A very bad one by the looks of it.

She turned to leave him be, but stopped and sighed. He was sending off waves of pain and anguish and fear. This must have been what brought her dream on, she had sensed what he was feeling.

She slowly made her way over to his bedside, and sat down on the side of it gently, setting her blaster on the floor.

She reached out and slightly shook his shoulder. "Poe."

He didn't wake, only twitched and groaned, sweat piercing his brow.

"Poe," she said a little louder and shook him a little more forcefully.

He woke up with a jolt and sat straight up, frantically looking around him. Slowly he realized where he was, and noticed the small blonde that was perched on the edge of his bed.

"Kria," he said rubbing his eyes. "What're you doing in here?"

"You were yelling and it woke me up," she told him. "I came in here to make sure you were okay."

"Oh, thanks, I'm alright, just a bad dream."

"Sounded pretty ugly," she commented. "Wanna tell me about it?"

He looked at her curiously, wondering why she didn't just go back to her own room.

"It was just stuff that happened while I was on the star destroyer. Guess it messed with me more than I thought," he said running his hand through his hair.

"What happened?" she asked softly, her blue eyes glowing in the dim light.

"Well I told you how the troopers beat me up pretty bad, but I didn't tell them anything, so they sent someone else."

Kira tensed.

"Who?" she swallowed.

"Kylo Ren," he spat.

Kira felt her pulse quicken. Poe had been with him. And had been tortured by him.

"He went into your head," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, not hearing her.

"He went into your head, didn't he? That's what you were dreaming about," she concluded, her voice a little louder.

"Yeah," he nodded grimly. "I'd never have given BB-8 away otherwise. How'd you guess?"

At that, she looked down and hugged herself tightly.

"I have….some past experience with Kylo Ren. It's not pleasant," she confessed.

"Is that why you're running? You're hiding from him?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Partly, yes," she answered truthfully, the fear in her voice obvious.

"You said earlier that you've been alone since you were fourteen," he said softly. "What happened to your family? Did Ren kill them?"

She let out one snort, and he raised a brow.

"Not exactly," she said looking back at him. "But it is his fault that I lost them. Well most of them. My mother is dead. And my father is…. gone. It's been me and Artoo for so long, at this point I'm pretty much use to being alone."

He sighed. The girl in front of him now wasn't the woman he'd met earlier today. She was completely closed off, but this girl… she was practically screaming for someone to get close to her. He reached out gently took her hand.

"When we get to D'Qar, you should stay," he told her.

"What?" she asked surprised. "I just said I was trying to hide from Kylo Ren, why would I join the very people he's hunting?"

"Look I get that but," Poe paused and sighed. "We've all lost people at the hands of the First Order. We understand each other. We protect each other. We're family. And it sounds like maybe you could use one."

Family.

That word mulled over in her head. Little did Poe know that if she went back to the Resistance, family is exactly what she would find.

"I can't," she shook her head. "You don't understand Poe, if I went back to the Resistance I would be putting all of you in danger."

"We're already in danger," he chuckled. "I've seen your fighting skills, your pilot skills, and your quick thinking. General Organa would find a place for you easily."

Oh I'm sure she would, Kira thought. She was broken out of her trance by Poe giving her hand a squeeze and she brought her eyes to meet his.

"Come on, Princess, say you'll think about it," he gave her one of those heart fluttering smiles, and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Again. Damn.

"Alright, Flyboy, I'll think about it," she agreed. "But I'm not promising anything."

"Trust me," he smiled. "After spending so much quality time with me, you'll miss me too much to even think about leaving."