Review Responses~ (Because I personally love being mentioned before the story starts)
ShigureAyameHatoriFanClub: (Love the name by the way) Really glad you've enjoyed it so far, and thanks for being the first reviewer! As for your comment on Sidra being force sensitive, I can neither deny nor confirm (is it really so obvious this early?). And on your "Dark Side" comment. Well… I was tempted to go more along those lines, and have more of a struggle… BUT, I made the decision rather early on that I wouldn't. Because… well… I don't want to give anything away. But that moment in chapter two when Sidra's thinking about how angry she is and Poe interrupts her and distracts her from that anger? Yeah. That's all I'll say.
ehluvr3: Thanks for being the second commenter! As for your "compared to other Poe stories" I'm a little worried now, haha. I've read very little Poe fanfiction for the reason of not finding many I like. (Which is part of the reason I started this). But if I start to slip into the "norm" I, uh, apologize? Like any other author, I'm going to do my best to keep it "original" but without much reference… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I would go read more, but of what I've read, I'm not too impressed. Any suggestions for good ones?
Guest: Thanks so much :3
KeepingThemAtBay: Thanks, and here you go.
sarahmichellegellarfan1: I agree, there should be more Poe/OC fics as well. I get it, everyone ships Poe/Finn, but I can't break up my Finn/Rey pairing. They're just so cute together. And even though I already messaged you the answer, I'll answer again for everyone else, yes I'm updating a single chapter every Friday.
And look, as promised, chapter three! I've just started chapter fifteen which leaves eight until I've finished entirely. Chapter 15 onward relies heavily on the book "Before the Awakening" and "The Force Awakens", so writing is a little slow since it isn't entirely 100% original- I'm taking lines, instances, etc. I also either need to 1. Wait until The Force Awakens comes out so I can ref. it for this OR find it somewhere online. Arr matey.
Honestly, while rereading all of my chapters, it's come to my attention that while this is a story about Poe and Sidra, it really is entirely based in emotions and growing up with them. I don't typically write in such a way, usually, but it kind of just happened. But that's just a person observation. Ignore me.
~TheObsessory
To The Stars and Back
Chapter Three; Baby I'm Scared
A Fanfiction written by TheObsessory
"Okay, now pull up gently."
My hands were shaking as I held the large control of Shara Bey's A-Wing, flying above the treetops of Yavin 4, the moon that had been my planet for the last three months.
Shara had seen me admiring Poe's lessons and had asked me right away if I had wanted to learn. I had been far too nervous and shy to accept to offer, despite Poe's pleading that his mother was the best and nothing would happen to me. It had taken her two long months of convincing before I found the courage to ask my father if it would be alright.
But between my pleading eyes and Poe's famous pout, he reluctantly agreed.
"I don't think teaching seven year old's to fly an A-Wing is exactly the best thing for them," I overheard my father telling Shara and Kes one night after dinner over at their house, "But I trust you. And Sidra really loves having you and Poe around."
My father was often busy with my brat of a baby sister, Cerys, named after my late mother, and Shara knew right away that I despised being around her, so I was often invited over to their house for meals, play or to help with chores.
Yes, chores. If I was going to practically live there, I was going to be pulling my own weight as well. But I didn't mind. Poe was always around to lighten my mood.
"Very good Sidra. You're learning quickly." Shara gave me a small hug from behind, her own hand resting over mine to steady it.
"It's… not as scary as I thought it would be. I was just worried about other people." I mumbled lightly, as Shara's hand helped guide the A-Wing back toward our homes.
"But that's a good thing." She said lightly, concentrated on landing, "I would rather teach a girl who's worried for the safety of others than a girl who's reckless. Poe was a little reckless himself, but I sorted him out. And at least there's few targets in the forest." She added a laugh at the end, probably remembering a misadventure Poe had taken them on not too long ago.
I stretched once my boots hit grass, glad to be out of the confined space of the cockpit.
"You know I appreciate all you do around my house, Sidra." Shara placed an affectionate hand on my shoulder as we walked into her house, pulling me closer for a small hug, "And I hope you'll continue to help in these next few months. I wanted to take you out in the ship today because I won't be able to go again for a while."
"Why, are you getting sick?" There was more worry behind my voice than was necessary, but I had greatly enjoyed my flight and had hoped to go back tomorrow.
"No, no, it's just that Kes and I… we're expecting a baby and I don't want anything to happen while we're out flying." Shara said lightly, stepping away from me to open up the refrigerator.
I stopped in my tracks the moment I heard the words leave her lips, my heart beat pounding in my ears. I saw something flash before my eyes and was frightened.
"No, no, Shara you have to get that thing out of you!" I raised my voice, my finger pointed straight at her belly. Had I not noticed? She was already showing. Like mother had been about a year ago. "Please, you have to! Get rid of it, it's going to kill you!"
Shara had a small cup of water in her hand when she turned back around, her mouth opened in shock, her eyes looking at me up and down.
"Sidra…" She said lightly, setting the cup of water on the gray counter near me before bending down to my level and taking my shaking, cold hands in her larger ones, "I know you're still upset about what happened to your mother, but it's very rare for mothers to die because of birth. Everything will be fine."
Tears began to fall freely as I shook my head back and forth, knowing that what she was telling me was a lie. I could see it. And it was so real. Like the night my mother died.
"You have to get rid of him." I gasped, my airways constricting in terror, "He's already killing you, I saw it! And if you don't kill him first, you'll both die!"
"Sidra, please, you're scaring me, what are you-?"
I pulled away from Shara and ran out of the house, my breathing coming in short, small gasps by the time I was in my room. I sat on my bed with my back to the door, trying to calm my breathing and shaking hands.
I had seen a small stone grave marked at the bottom of the force sensitive tree. One with Shara's name carved into it. One that sat there for hundred's of years as the tree grew and the houses were built around it. A stone that time never lost. I had seen Shara die, mirroring the way my own mother had. Only this time, the baby wouldn't make it.
There was a knock on my door once I had brought my breathing back down to normal. My father opened the door a crack.
"I have to go get some bread. I'll only be a moment. Watch Cerys for me?"
I nodded my head once at the door clicked shut.
No sooner had my father closed the front door, Cerys's cry began loudly from his room. My fists bunched my sheets, ready so leap up to the sides of my head to stop the sound from entering.
"My mom says you blame your sister for what happened to your mom."
Poe's words rang softly with the babies cries. I took a deep breath to keep the years at bay.
With small, but deliberate steps, I slowly left my room and went down the hall, the crying growing louder the closer I came. I was tempted to turn around and barricade myself back in my room, but I forced myself onward. My father's door was open with the small crib my sister slept in positioned near his large gray bed.
I flipped the light switch on and stood near the crib, looking down at my baby sister.
It wasn't often I looked at her. I couldn't. She looked so much like mother. I envied her. We shared the same light caramel skin tone that was a mixture of mother's dark and father's light, but with each day, Cerys became a little more darker like mother. Our hair and eye colors were nearly identical- we both had the dark brown hair and hazel eyes of our mother, father's light hair and light eyes completely forsaken. Cerys's nose was forming into the same hooked one mother had given me. But I hated her the most for her skin.
As I watched her cry, I felt my anger growing, unable to suppress it any longer. My resentment stabbed at my heart painfully. If only mother hadn't wanted another baby, she'd still be alive. We wouldn't have moved to this moon. I'd still have her to comfort me when I was sick and make my favorite foods. In that moment, another being slide into the room behind me. I knew who it was and took a deep breath to calm the pain that swept through my veins.
"I've seen the faces you make when she starts crying." Poe murmured over the wails, stepping up to stand next to me by the crib, "Why do you hate her so much?"
"She killed my mother." I said simply, watching her little fists thump against the bed in anger.
"Did she ask to be born?" Poe wondered aloud.
"No." I muttered softly.
"Then what makes it her fault?"
I licked my lip nervously, unsure of what Shara had or hadn't told Poe.
"If your mother died and left behind a baby in her place, you wouldn't be angry at him? Not even a little bit?"
"No. Not even a little bit." He smiled, poking my nose lightly with his finger, "Especially if she looked so much like my mom."
I bit the inside of my cheek as I cautiously reached down into the crib toward my sister's outstretched fingers. My index finger touched the center of her palm and she instantly wrapped her smaller fingers around mine. Her crying began to stop, and she opened her tear stained eyes to look up at me. Instead the tears came to me. What would mother say, if I hated someone so innocent of the blame I had?
We shared the look for a moment before hers closed once more and she fell asleep.
Another short chapter because I'm a buttface.
Some of you might be thinking "wow, her hate for her sister, resolved in three chapters, what was the point?" Well, I wanted to show how healing Poe was for Sidra, even if it was in a relatively short amount of time. (In fact, shorter makes more sense. Kids are rather forgiving at that age when it comes to long term). In a world where her father didn't have the time or ability to help her cope- because I'm sure the loss was tough on him as well -Sidra really needed someone, and that someone was Poe. This is kind of the basis for the whole story. I mean this friendship had to grow from something pretty damn important if it's going to last close to, or well over, thirty years!
Also, if you think I'm writing these kids a little too "grown up" emotionally and intelligence wise, just... bye. Cause there are so many examples of kids being WAY more intelligent at younger ages in the Star Wars universe. Just look at young Anakin, only two years older than Poe and Sidra. Kids younger than him were already training to be Jedi, and I'm sure some intelligence was required of them.
Don't worry, once I finish up the last eight chapters, maybe I'll do like... every Friday and every Tuesday? Something like that?
I dunno, we'll see. Shouldn't take much longer for me to finish really.
As per usual, any questions you have can be messaged to me!
Really hope you all enjoyed.
~TheObsessory
