Warnings: Explicit usage of language. Slight mentions of PTSD and torture.

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: Pssshhhh so what if I have a huge chem midterm in three days and a ton of math homework due tonight, I wrote another chapter because I am me. Wonderful. Also I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of the amazing reviews, they make me so happy when I see them!

Chapter Six - Goodbye Jakku, I Won't Miss You

She managed to slip back off her ship without being seen and back into the alley. Things were actually going well, scary well, way to well. She didn't like it, but there wasn't like there was anything she could do about it. It wasn't that she wanted things to go bad, it was just things rarely went well in her line of work and it was hard to live expecting anything else.

Well there was still plenty of time for everything to go wrong and blow up in her face. Like it always did.

She was pacing in the alley way before stopping and taking a deep breath. She plastered a huge smile on her face, and started walking with an extra skip in her step.

"Helllooooooo boysssss!" She sang with a huge smile and wave at the stormtroopers. They turned to look at her and she skipped all the way across the way to where they were here. "Quite a commotion going out there, huh." Both the stormtroopers slowly nodded. "Is it quite alright if I take my ship and get out of here? Don't want to be caught up in any messy businesses now do we."

"Name." One of the stormtroopers questioned in their stupid robot voice.

"Seraphine." Seraphine replied with a smile. "S-e-r-a-p-h-i-n-e."

"Last name." The stormtrooper questioned with their ever lasting monotone.

"Don't got one, it is just Seraphine."

"Purpose of visit." The stormtrooper continued without a hesitation, staring at his electronic clipboard.

"Collection Agent." Seraphine replied with a smile, pulling out a badge from her pocket. The stormtrooper roughly grabbed it from her hand and scanned with his device.

"What was your mission?" The stormtrooper questioned, but Seraphine simply responded by an overly girly laugh.

"You know I can't respond to that. Collection Agents are it's own entity, we do not report to either the New Republic or the First Order, so you have no authority over me. Unless your clearance level is above mine, my mission is it's own to protect those that hired me."

"Are you leaving Jakku with any merchandise?" The stormtrooper replied unimpressed by her little speech.

"No."

"You were spotted with this man. Who is he?" The stormtrooper held up his tablet to show her a picture of Poe and her walking through the town. She cursed under her breath but kept her smile on her face. She hadn't known anyone had gotten a picture of them, she was lucky she thought to put the rags to cover his face.

"My guide. I didn't get his name, he didn't talk much. A big place like this is pretty easy for a girl like me to get lost." Seraphine replied. The stormtrooper swiped for another picture, one of the two of them up against the wall, very close. From that angle it did certainly look like they were making out. "Like I said. We didn't talk much."

The stormtrooper simply looked at her before swiping again to show her a third picture. "Do you know this man?"

Seraphine had to hold back the desire to snort. She had forgotten how stupid that recruitment poster looked, especially since she had now seen the real person. They wanted to catch her in a lie, but she wasn't stupid. Everyone knew this man. "Poe Dameron, right? The resistance fighter? Is he here? Is that who you guys are searching for?"

The stormtrooper did not reply, simply asking another question. "Have you seen a BB-8 unit, or any other droid without it's owner?"

"No. And if it is still out there I would get good money that the scavengers have gotten to it by now and the poor little fellow is in bits in pieces." Seraphine replied wondering how long this was going to take. She could tell they weren't suspicious of her, or else they would be trying to march her out of here in cuffs. Not that she would let them, but she still intended to play it nice. She had blasted out guns blazing far too many times and it always came back to bite her in the ass. But she did want to get out of here sooner than later, especially since she knew how uncomfortable that tiny storage area was. The pilot was busted up enough.

The stormtrooper seemed uninterested as he handed her back her identification.

She smiled but when the two trooper turned their back at her to read over something coming over their device, she rubbed her nose with a singer finger. Her favorite finger. She held back the desire to stick out her tongue at them, she felt like that was childish. Flipping someone off is so much more adult after all.

She had always claimed that she didn't take a side in this whole First Order and Resistance thing. She wasn't even with the New Republic. She had picked a side once and it didn't end well. She had cared too much for far too many people, and it came around to bite her in the ass. Just like feelings tended to do. That's why she liked to stick with the Collection Agents. Everyone works by themselves, and she can be by herself in the lovely loneliness of space. That being said the First Order were snobby whiny pricks who felt like they deserved everything to be laid out at their feet. And they wanted to commit mass genocide. So, she didn't like that very much. She did rather enjoy making their lives difficult.

She hated all people, but the people she hated most were the people who felt that others were below them. That they were nothing more than dirt under their feet, all because of the circumstances they were born into. She had set out to try to save the world, but that turned into too much for her to handle, deal with, and was rather a waste of time. For the world turned out to be a universe, far bigger than she ever knew there was and far bigger than she could save.

One person can't save everyone. She learned that the hard way. And one can't always trust the ones they thought were going to change the world. Lies are too easy to flow of the tongue and people are too easy to trust. So she trusted no one. It was simply easier.

Now, why were they ignoring her, she took offense to that. She might not look like a threat but she could be one when she felt like putting the effort into it. Taking up to her tip toes and cursing her height for like the billionth time since she stopped growing, she managed to peak over the shoulders of the stormtroopers. They were watching their tablet intently, most likely receiving new orders. The words were moving too quickly for her to read them, but when one of the stormtroopers clicked on a video she couldn't help but grin.

Two figures running with a droid, a BB-8 unit, and then blasting off of this planet. And that ship, well of course it was THAT ship. That was probably the droid they were looking for.

She snickered slightly and then dropped back to her heels quickly when the stormtroopers turned to look back at her. "So can I go now."

"We have to scan your ship first." The second stormtrooper replied, obviously bored.

Seraphine smiled, "Be my guest."

Well shit.

The paneling would hide Poe for at least a little bit of time, but it depends on the scanner's abilities. God this job was turning into a pain in her ass. Most of her jobs were easy. She didn't have to deal with people, she would just bring something from one location to another or get something no one else could get too. She got to have fun and go on adventures but she never had to deal with people when she did. People were stupid and make things difficult. Waste of her time.

She should have known to not take this job. At least it was paying a ridiculous amount of money. She would be able to relax for a little. Not that she would, because relaxing allows for her mind to go to places she prefered it would not go. Memories are never kind to those who want to leave them behind. The past is always there no matter how hard you try to run away from it. A broken heart never truly heals. So endless work she did.

She swore to the heavens if she died because of this, she would haunt him for eternity. Knowing his track record he would probably get out of it without a scratch too. She should have known better than taking this damn job.

They entered one of the buildings and then pulled out a heavy duty scanner, before heading over to her ship.

God could they move any slower.

She just wanted to get the damn out of here.

She just wanted to go to sleep.

And take a long ass fucking shower.

Fuck, when was the last time she had gotten sleep.

She needed a nap. A nap for eternity.

Yeahhhhhh, that sounded nice.

Now she just had to focus on not like dying.

(From within the ship)

His neck was killing him.

His head was killing him.

His back was killing him.

His face was killing him.

His ribs were killing him.

His lungs were killing him.

It was probably a shorter list of what wasn't killing him. Let's think about that, what wasn't hurting right now? Three of his toes felt fine. That was about it.

Why was it taking her so long?

The area she had shoved him in was slightly too small for his height. He was used to being in small areas, none of the cockpits he had flown in were especially spacious. He was used to not having space, but he had never felt quite so claustrophobic.

It felt like the walls were moving in and out, so he just closed his eyes. Focused on his breathing, his very ragged loud breathing. He focused on taking each breath no matter how badly it hurt his ribs and lungs as he did.

In and out.

In and out.

In the nose, out the mouth.

In and out.

In and out.

In the nose, out the mouth.

Slowly the pain began to dull, and he just focused on his breathing.

He needed to get out of here, he had a mission to serve, a universe to save, and BB-8 to find. Then he heard the screams again, his screams and the pain all came searing back. Just the pain of his body, but also the pain from before. The pain from his brain, the pain of having pieces of his brain poked and prodded. Ripped apart and put together not quite right.

Nothing about him felt quite right anymore.

Everything was wrong.

Then he heard it. A clink of a footstep on the metal railing. He jerked himself out of his breathing paining, and immediately cursing the shot of pain he felt up his side. The steps continued to all the way up and Poe's mind was racing. Was this part of the plan? What was the plan? She had been very vague about it.

He could have been out of here by now, searching for BB-8.

He could have gotten back to the base by now with the map.

Instead he was crammed inside this fucking tiny little space listen to the stormtrooper's boots clunk up the ramp. There was nowhere for him to go. There was nowhere for him to run.

This was a bad idea.

(With Seraphine)

She watched carefully as the stormtroopers lazily scanned the ship. She did have to say that out of all of the stormtroopers that she had met, these were some of the most unprofessional. She had seen plenty of people who hated their jobs before, but these guys were frustratingly slow. She felt like the seconds were ticking by, each one slower than the last. At least they were thorough, as slow as they were going, they were scanning on the whole ship.

She set her eyes on the hidden compartment and whispered a string of curse words when the scanner beeped as she passed over it. He mind was racing and she figured she had two options, fight her way out of this, or play dumb. The question with the second option was were they stupid enough to believe her. Wait. If they were stupid enough to believe she didn't know that he was on her ship, than that gave her a third option. She would have never guessed that that fucking gift could have actually saved her life.

She smiled sweetly when the stormtroopers turned to look at her, one of them raising their blaster as they did. "Um. So I take that beeping thingy is a bad thing?" She giggled. She was blonde, and for some reason when she played dumb people believed her. Someone had tried to explain why to her but it didn't make sense. But it worked. So it was something she used rather often.

People were idiots.

"Do you have any life forms on your ship?" The stormtrooper with the raised blaster questioned, more forcefully.

"Life forms?" Seraphine replied tilting her head. "Nah, just us I think." She pretended to overthink it. "Actually now that I think about it! Mind moving the scanner out of the way?" One of the stormtroopers moved the scanner off the panel Poe was hiding underneath, the other kept his gun trained on her back. She lifted up the first panel of metal, leaving only one layer between her and the pilot. When she listened closely she could hear is breathing, so at least she knew he was still alive. That was a plus. She continued to fish around some of the items that were in there, before she pulled out a large box and open it before turning to the stormtroopers.

"It is alive apparently. Got it as a gift a while back, and I completely forgot about. Honestly don't know how the thing is alive, but apparently it doesn't need sunlight, water, or food. Or anything apparently. Could that have set it off?" The thing inside the box was moving. And she actually didn't know how it was still alive, or what it was called. She had gotten it about a year ago and was told it wouldn't die. Which is a good thing since she has the opposite of a green thumb. She put it in this storage container for this specific reason. She just didn't know if anyone would actually believe it.

The two stormtroopers glanced at each other. One of them lifted a smaller scanner, and it beeped over the box, so they nodded.

"You are free to go." And with that they were gone.

Seraphine watched them go, before she closed the entrance way. She pulled open the last layer, snickering "I can't believe they fucking believed that. Fucking idiots, I swear on the heavens, how are ya'll even losing to them."

"We aren't losing to them." Poe grumbled, pushing himself up rubbing the back of his neck he did.

"Mhmmm, whatever you say, pretty boy." Seraphine laughed, reaching her hand out to help Poe up. She visibly winced when she heard his back crack, but he stood up completely without a complaint.

"I would consider myself to be more handsome, than pretty." Poe muttered rubbing his face and frowning to himself. He hated the way the stubble felt against his hand, and he could already feel the bruises. And the cuts. He probably didn't look that great right then.

"Whatever you say, pretty boy." Seraphine shrugged. "Let's got the hell out of here."

"We can't, I need to find,"

"Your droid, a BB-8 unit." Seraphine interrupted, taking her seat and starting to work on the buttons.

"How did,"

"You talk in your sleep bro. Or I guess when you are unconscious, but same thing. When I was talking to the stormtroopers they were watching a video of a man and woman escaping Jakku with a BB-8 unit with fire power raining down on them. What are the chances that there are two different BB-8 units wanted by the First Order on Jakku. I think that would be pretty fucking small, don't you." Seraphine explained, talking really fast. Poe missed half of the words, she was slurring most of them together, and to be completely honest her accent was distracting him. "Let's get off this fucking planet. And away from this fucking sand. I hate fucking sand. I can still feel it, it is embedded into my skin and uggghhhh I hate it."

Poe started to chuckle to himself, relaxing into the seat beside her. Even with how much pain he was still in, it was actually rather comfortable. He wasn't completely in pain anymore. "When did you become such a chatterbox?"

"Ah, fuck off Dameron. Let's get off this damn planet, already."

Author's Note: Also, I was such an adult today. I came home after going to build-a-bear with my roommate to watch Phineas and Ferb. I did spend over six hours studying for chemistry, so I think it balances out. I am so adult. I did adult well today. (longest chapter yet whoop whoop, please leave reviews, loveeeee youuuuu!)

Sneak Peak Into Chapter Six

"Wake Up. Wake Up. Wake Up."

"I am not asleep." Poe groaned open his eyes to look at the blonde who was kicking his seat insistently.

"Good because you have like 5 concussions and sleeping could mean death." Seraphine replied, leaning back into her chair and kicking her legs up. "My mission was to deliver you alive, so please don't die. Thanks."

Poe groaned again and glanced out the windshield at all of the stars going by. He honestly didn't know where he was going, Seraphine refused to tell him. Same bullshit about protecting the person who hired her, Poe still didn't even know who it was. He didn't know who had BB-8, or where the hell he was, or what was even going on. But right now he didn't want to focus on that. He wanted to sleep and find a way to get rid of his headache. He really wanted to sleep. But every time he even left his eyes drift close, Seraphine would kick his seat again.

So he turned his attention to the blonde. "So, Seraphine. Where are you from? I don't recognize your accent."

Seraphine groaned. "That is a long story."

Poe simply shrugged. "It's not like we don't have time."