Title: Spark of Light

Summary: Everly Storm didn't mean to do it, she was just a child. The tales of magic and the Rebellion were just bedtime stories told to her. Now, she's just a bar wench working at Maz's Castle until it got destroyed by the First Order. She never wanted to be apart of the war, but now she's found herself in between it. And when she figures out who she is, and what she's done, both sides are after her, and all she wants to do is to hide, but a certain pilot won't let her. (Poe x OC)

"You're crazy. I'm not Force-Sensitive."

"You are strong with the Force. And you can bring people back from the dead. It's a powerful attribute that could help end this war."

"No. No way. I don't want any part of this. I'm out. Bye. There's a reason Maz's Castle was home to me. I didn't have to deal with this bull shit."

"This bull shit that tore up your home, and your heart," Leia told her, making her halt on the tip of her heel. "I know you don't want to be apart of it. Neither one of us did, but it sucked us in anyway. We're just trying to climb out, and make things right again. Everly. I don't think it's any coincidence that we've met today. You can help those who have lost their faith, lost hope. You have that power within you to heal those who are stuck in fear."

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. Just my Oc. Just writing for fun.

Chapter 1: Nowhere

Smugglers, rugged pilots... Maz's Castle was a hub for the likes of them, and Everly didn't mind serving the crowd. She was used to it. In fact, she breathed in the crowd of brassy players in a bar like this. Sometimes she wondered if it was something she was just meant to do, not that she believed in any of that destiny crap, but sometimes it often crept into the crevices of her mind and sunk in. She didn't like to dwell on such things, and working in a place like this helped her mind keep busy.

And sometimes with a long day like today, kept her up at night. With her anxious mind, she could never really get a full night's sleep. Part of her was thankful for that though, because often at times, her dreams turned to nightmares that scared the hell out of her. She didn't know what to make of them. Sometimes she'd seen faces, faces and hear whispers of those that had already died. Sometimes those faces would call for her help, pleading, begging for her to be taken away into the next world. She didn't know how to do something like that, and she didn't think at all that she had that type of power. They were always just nightmares to her and nothing more.

"So, little one, where are you from?" the smuggler asked, lifting his drink up to his lips, making Everly blink out of her own troubling thoughts that started to roll in like a thunder storm.

"Nowhere," she replied in a hollow voice. It was always nowhere. She wasn't really sure where she'd come from except that it was Maz who took her in at seven-years-old. Sometimes she'd tell wild stories of how she came to Maz's castle, but today she just didn't feel like it. She inhaled sharply when the guy looked at her with a confused expression on his tired face.

"Uh, I'm an orphan," she scratched the back of her head in between the braids of her brown hair. She pulled back a fallen strand out and over her ear before she moved to one of the dirty glasses on her right arm and started to clean it with a dishtowel. "The only recollection I ever got of my parents was this ring," she said, pulling out her necklace she wore of her neck that had a ring on it. It wasn't just any old ring, but a ring that symbolized the Resistance and the times of the Rebellion.

"They died fighting in the Rebellion," she said.

"Sorry," he said, eyeing the necklace up and down. "Say, does that necklace have any val…"

She gave him a dark look, and tucked it under her tunic. "Not for sale. I'll get you a refill."

"Touchy," he mumbled finishing the last bit of drop of his ale, as the golden liquid disappeared into his mouth and down his throat.

She shook her head at the man. Couldn't even have a decent conversation around here without someone asking for some type of thing in return. That's why she mostly kept quiet these days. No one helped each other out of the goodness of their own hearts. Unless you were Maz, herself, but she was another different character that Everly had a fondness of. She was sure that if Maz hadn't found her when she did, and took her in? She might've been a goner. Or worse. There were worse things than death. Everly knew this. She didn't know why, but she knew it in her heart that something about her wasn't quite right, there was something about her that was broken. And she didn't know how to fix it.

Everly pulled out another glass from the cooler, and pulled the tap lever to fill it up for him, and then handed it to him, and discarded the empty glass into the dirty bin.

"You know if you're looking for a way off this rock, I can transport you out-"

"I already told you, it's not for sale," she snapped. "Besides," she added, looking into his dark eyes that were wide. "I like it here."

"Suit yer' self," he muttered into his newly refilled glass. Everly shook her head. The smuggler may be cute, and may be twice her age, but he was definitely not her type at all.

"Everly," Maz called out to her. She turned around to face the small woman coming out to the floor. "I need your help with a couple of more cases that we just got in please."

"Yeah, I'll be right there," she said, and then looked at her pilot patron. "Don't forget to tip," she said, and walked away briskly. The smuggler glanced at her swaying hips as she walked and grinned at the little firecracker that he'd just spoke to before he took another sip. Duly noted.

She walked down into the basement where Maz kept a lot of her antique finds into the back out of plain sight. She walked into the liquor room where Maz stood next to a cart of cases of ale ready to be put away.

"So, kiddo, you weren't actually thinking of doing what I think you were thinking of doing with that man, hmm?" she asked her. Everly couldn't help but smile, and laugh. "Nah, Maz. I'd never leave you. You're like family to me."

"Not what I was thinking of," she grinned slyly.

Everly's cheeks turned bright pink and she laughed. She shook her head. "Not really my type."

Maz chuckled with her and started to put away the cases inside the room. "Good. I don't trust him either."

"I never said anything about trust, Maz."

"Yeah, well, these pilots and smugglers are fishy. You never know if they're just out for themselves, or working for the First Order, or hell working for both. Just keep a weary eye out yea?"

"Always do, Maz," Everly said, noting she'd always trusted her intuition and her gut no matter what.

"Good. We'll take a couple up there so we're not low for happy hour."

"Good idea," she said, smiling. She could never leave Maz.

This was home to her. She felt safe here. It'd be a long time before she ever thought about settling down with someone she truly felt comfortable with.

~*SW*~

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