Warnings: Explicit usage of language.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving the Star Wars Universe other than a POP Poe figurine. All characters belong to their creators. Seraphine and other OCs are my personal characters unless otherwise mentioned.

Author's Note: So they just finished a manhunt looking for a guy who shot and killed a student on my campus last night, and it is crazy because the victim was a great guy and just in the wrong place at the wrong time and they were looking for the suspect for like 15 hours. (I go the the University of Utah, so that's a fun fact about me). Classes have been cancelled today for safety and respect, which means my two midterms were as well. So chapter?

Chapter Three - More Fucking Sand

The speeder was cruising nicely across the sand, and the two of them sat in what she wished had been silence. Poe had been repeatedly asking question after question ranging from why she was doing this to what she thought of the weather. Seraphine remained silent the whole time reeling in her own thoughts, getting angrier and angrier with herself.

This job was supposed to be a simple one, get him, drop him off, and get the money. But now he had seen her face, he knew her name, and that always over complicated things. She liked being the unknown silent lurker in the background. Last time she had stuck her neck out it turned into a major pain in the ass. Yet here she was, sticking her neck out again.

She knew better.

She knew she should be avoiding the First Order.

Should be avoiding the Resistance.

Avoiding their whole messy war.

She was such a fucking idiot.

But she owed someone more favors than anyone could ever repay in a full life time, and this was just one of them. Really she had no choice. So here she was in the middle of this mess.

What are the chances that they knew that he survived the crash? The tie-fighter had been swallowed whole by the badlands, they would assume he had died right?

Probably little fucking chance, everyone would be on red alert.

Fucking great.

She was such a fucking idiot.

"So where are we going, Seraphine." Why was this man talking? He never seemed to stop and she wanted to stuff her blaster down his throat.

She replied with silence.

"Seraphine, who do you work for?"

Silence.

"Come on Seraphine, if you are going to march me to my death I at least deserve an answer." He rather liked the way that her name rolled off his tongue, it seemed to flow perfectly like it was meant to be there. He also rather liked the way that she seemed to get more and more aggravated every time he repeated it.

She was not going to respond, not going to respond, not going to respond.

"Seraphineeeee."

"If I do my job right, no one is going to end up dead. But if you keep talking I will leave you behind bleeding to death in all of this fucking sand." Seraphine snapped, before revving the engine in an attempt to go faster. This piece of shit had been cheap, and all they had, and was definitely showing. If she had her way she would be back on her ship and blasting out of here by now.

"So you hate the sand, huh? I am not a big fan of it either honestly. But I am a fan of that moon, just up there looking so beautiful. I never get much of a chance to sit back and enjoy the view. Do you?" Poe continued, completely ignoring her threat.

Seraphine bit her tongue, losing her temper more and more. Normally she was able to keep her emotions and attitude out of any situation, especially jobs. This was the exact reason she avoid people, they were annoying as fuck and this man seemed to be enjoying pissing her off. Her finger itched for the trigger of her blaster. She really wanted to shoot something. Or someone.

"Aw come on, Seraphine, I thought we were just becoming friends?" Poe laughed.

"Do you have a death wish, Dameron?" Seraphine questioned, seriously questioning the sanity of this man. Most people took her threats seriously, but he seemed to be ignoring everything she said. And purposely trying to push her buttons.

"Yeah, probably." Poe admitted with the nod of his head. When Seraphine remained quiet, as she almost always did, Poe quickly ran over the situation in his head. He had no idea where he was going, but based on the compass that he managed to catch a glimpse of, they were heading north. North is something though, north he could work with. He assumed that Seraphine had a destination in mind, and once they got there he needed to break free somehow.

While she might have been smaller than him, she certainly was a lot stronger than she looked and knew what she was doing. He would have little chance beating her on a head on fight, not with the damage he had. His ribs were killing him with every breath he took, and his head felt like someone had shoved an ice pick into his brain. Which she might have done in all honestly.

If it had been the daytime, he might have been able to convince someone that he needed help, or escape into the crowd, but it was still pitch black. Depending on how long this trip of theirs took, he might not be able to escape. The stormtroopers had to be looking for him right? Maybe he should take his chances with them, he had been able to escape this time and all of the times before that. He just needed to figure out a way to get away from this bounty hunter. Or he assumed she was a bounty hunter.

Her blaster was still strapped onto her leg, and she seemed pretty insistent on paying as little attention to him as possible. He had managed to surprise her once, if he continued to annoy her, he might be able to surprise her again. Or she would gut him and leave him in the sand. 50-50?

He needed to take the chance though, he needed to find BB-8. He needed to get out of here. He turned his attention back to the women right when she broke out into a fit of coughs.

"Motherfucking, shity fucking ass sand who the fuck would live on this damn fucking planet." She hissed, once she managed to clear her throat of the sand that she had swallowed even though she had returned the rags to her face. Poe started to chuckle so she continued, "What the fuck is so fucking funny, Dameron."

"Nothing, nothing." He laughed, trying not to cough himself as sand got thrown into his face when she made a sharp turn. He almost went tumbling off his seat, having really nothing to hold onto, and swore himself.

She snickered and did it again, before halting to a sudden stop. "You're a madwomen." Poe gasped, as she jumped off, leaving him to struggle to reposition himself. "Where are we?"

Did he really think she was stupid enough to answer that question? Anyone with even the littlest experience with collecting people know that they are always trying to escape. Half of her wanted to tell him who her client was, but that probably wouldn't end well either. He wouldn't believe her and she had to protect her client no matter what.

She walked towards the edge of the dune she had stopped on and looked down at the town below them. Even though it was still night, the first signs of the sun were creeping over the horizon. The residents of the town were beginning to move, only a few, but even just a few was to many. She clicked her tongue and then started to remove the layers she had been using in an attempt to protect her from the sand.

"What are you doing?" Poe called at her, and she simply walked back to the speeder to hand him the layers of layers of clothe.

"Put it on." She ordered, before turning back to her bag.

"Why?" Poe questioned looking at the scraps in his hands.

Seraphine sighed and looked at him. "You are a wanted man, Poe Dameron, and people know your face. If someone recognizes you, they will tell the stormtroopers that are probably searching for you. If the stormtroopers find you that will turn into a problem. For me. And I don't like problems. So put them on."

While the two of them were watching each other, the sun creeped over the horizon and shined light on her face, allowing him to really see her for the first time. If Poe Dameron had met her in literally any other situation he would be doing his best to woo her, but right now he was just lost in those light blue eyes. She seemed way to perfect. Way to perfect to be in a place like this.

"Dameron!"

"Yeah, what?" Poe questioned, shaking his head. What had he been thinking, there was a time and a place and this certainly wasn't it. But there was just something about her eyes. It was almost like he couldn't look away.

"Put on the clothe, so we both don't get killed." Seraphine snapped holding her hands out confused about what the hold up was. The man seemed to be in a different place.

"Uh huh." Poe replied, looking down at the clothe again before holding up his handcuffed hands. "And how exactly am I supposed to do that."

Seraphine groaned and was muttering something under her breath, Poe assumed it was a long chain of swear words since that seemed to be her standard, and held up her blaster. Poe watched the weapon carefully, she seemed like not intending to make the same mistake twice, as she carefully undid his handcuffs and then stepped back keeping her weapon trained on him.

Poe's brain was running through all his options while he slowly wrapped his face in the clothes she had provided when the light from the rising sun allowed him to catch a glimpse of something he had not seen before.

"You're a collection agent?" He gasped and the blonde woman simply tilted her head to look at him. "The blue streaks from your cheek to your collarbone, that means you are a collection agent right?"

"So what if I am." Seraphine shrugged, still keeping her gun up.

"Collection agents work as body hunters too now?" Poe replied, finishing his wraps and looking at the woman expectantly.

She tossed him the cloth poncho she had been wearing and replied, "Collection agents collect whatever we were hired too."

"And you were hired to collect me?" Poe questioned, still glancing around looking for a way to escape as he slipped into the poncho.

"Someone's been paying attention." Seraphine sighed, clipping his handcuffs into place and taking a step back to look at the man. He looked ordinary enough, at least he hadn't been in the hideous orange jumpsuit for this mission.

"Who hired you?"

"You find out soon enough, come on we are moving now."

Author's Note: That is chapter three, yah? Um, I don't have much to say, just hope you all stay safe and mindless violence doesn't occur where you are. I don't live on campus anymore but the shooting happened in the dorms area and still about 5 minutes from where I live now, so yesterday was pretty terrifying for me and a ton of other students. They just caught this guy and hopefully he pays for his crimes, for both the murders he committed here and in Colorado. Stay safe in this crazy world, my loves.

Author's Point: Keep in mind this is the very beginning of dawn. Poe and Finn crashed presumably in the late afternoon, and I am assuming Finn walked all night based on how exhausted he was and lighting changes. So Finn hasn't actually met Rey or BB-8 yet, and if that is not accurate to the timeline of the movie just go with it bro.

Sneak Peak Into Chapter Four

"So who hired you" Poe repeated and Seraphine sighed. She had literally just answered that question three steps ago, or rather told him that she wasn't going to answer it. She glanced back at the man as she moved the spreader down the sand dune and into the town.

"Quite now, explain later." She replied with a shrug, and Poe did not seemed pleased with her answer but fell silent anyway. Seraphine felt strange, like she was out in the open and she was missing something. She normally wasn't in this few layers of clothing, her jeans and jacket did not give her as much protection as it normally did. Well, her jacket had protective shielding, but she still felt wrong.

There was something she was missing, what was she missing? Then she heard it.

Footsteps.

Perfectly in rhythm, marching together, fucking footsteps.

She had known something was wrong before she could have really processed it. "Shit." She aggressively pushed Poe into one of the side ways, and grabbed his arm as she started to run, leaving the piece of shit speeder behind them in the dust.

"What the hell, Seraphine, what's going on?"

"Stormtroopers."

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK.