Review Responses~

ShigureAyameHatoriFanClub: Glad you're enjoying it :D I wouldn't mind seeing some flashback to Poe's childhood show up in a Star Wars movie just because baby Poe. And thanks for the reassurance! It's always difficult writing in a new fandom and universe, but I'll get the hang of it.

heroherondaletotherescue: Thanks for the review and I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!

sarahmichellegellarfan1: Danke danke.

Cool, so this was actually one of my favorite chapters to write! Well. One of them. It's hard to really chose one, per se. Some were harder to write, most specifically the one's involving a shit ton of ships and lasers and (well I signed up for this, this IS Star Wars) yeah.

I was really into reading some Obi-Wan/OC fanfics earlier this week (also for some reason he's constantly paired up with Sabe?) and it's just... so hard to read because most of the fanfics suffer from the prequel problem: politics. There's nothing WRONG with politics, I just feel like having politics so centered and important gets boring so fast. A lot of paragraph skipping was done. Considering writing my own but I don't have any good ideas so far, so I'll just tuck that thought to the back of my mind and focus on this for now.

Speaking of focusing on this, I'm writing chapter 20 right now. That means only a few more chapters then I'm done. Bwahahahaha. Ah it feels good to actually get stuff done some times. Unfortunately, some of these last chapters heavily reference The Force Awakens so I'm going to have to find it online if I wanna get any further...

Ignore my ramblings and enjoy!

~TheObsessory


To The Stars and Back

Chapter 4; My Fear is as Real as You Are

A Fanfiction written by TheObsessory

I sat in the cockpit of my plane, zigging in and out of TIE fighters. My bright orange lasers blew straight through a TIE fighter to my right, setting it aflame before it exploded. My A-Wing crashed through the debris and I bounced around in my seat as floating pieces of metal hit my wings.

"Steady, Sid!" Poe's voices crackled through my headset, "We have to make it to the Death Star in one piece!"

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled, destroying another TIE fighter zooming towards me.

"Sid, look out, on your right!"

The crackle of Poe's voice in my ear made me jump. My eyes searched the expanse of space for anything coming towards me.

"Poe, I don't see anything to my right!" I called back into my mic, my eyes still scanning the stars.

"That's cause I'm on your left!"

I jolted to the right as Poe crushed me under the couch cushion that made up my left window. A couple of pillows muffled my angry screams as I kicked and pushed my way up from the cushions, Poe's laugh loud and triumphant.

"You should have seen your face!" He cackled against the couch cushion he was previously crushing me with, his eyes nearly blocked by his dark curls.

"You didn't see my dumb face 'cause I was crushed under your fat butt!" I growled, hitting him across the face with a small pillow.

"Come on, I was just playing." Poe sighed in a more serious tone, pushing the hair from his face as he laid with his back flat on the carpet of his living room.

"Yeah, well I don't want to play this anymore." I mumbled sourly, slumping onto the only cushion left on one of the couches. I had been having fun, imagining I was flying through space, helping Luke destroy the Death Star. But it seems like Poe had other plans.

"What do you want to play then?" Poe asked, sitting up and crossing his legs.

I nibbled at the bottom of my lip, looking around the room for some inspiration. Two thin, empty canisters sitting on a nearby table caught my attention and I raced for them, holding one in my hand and tossing the other to Poe.

"Jedi Knights." I said solemnly.

Poe jumped to his feet, a mischievous glint in his eye. I pretended to click a button on the side of the canister and made the "jowm" noise Shara had told us Luke's lightsaber made. Poe did the same.

In an instant, we had both charged at one another, meeting in the middle of the living room with the hard plastic of the canister's screw top clacking in between. There were a few more whacks before Poe turned with a chuckle and began to run for something at the back of the living room.

In my glee, I pretended to use the force to move the carpet underneath of him with my mind, using a wave of my hand to make it feel real.

Surprisingly, the carpet jerked in the direction I had imagined it, taking Poe down with it. I watched in shock as Poe's head cracked against the side of an end table, his canister bouncing out of his hand and rolling back towards me.

I took a few steps toward him in disbelief, unsure of what had actually happen.

But Poe, ever the headstrong, idiot he was, bounced right back up from his fall and began searching for his "lightsaber".

Seeing it at my feet, he glanced at me with a smile before he made a mad dash for it.

In a split second decision, I pretended to grab him in a force choke.

Poe stopped in his tracks, his eyes bugging wide as he grabbed for his throat, making gasping noises as he tried to breathe.

At first I thought he was joking, playing along with me. I smirked in victory, pretending to slowly kill him. I raised my "choking" hand a little higher and he was on his tip toes. After a few more seconds of his gasping, I remembered the carpet had been a very real thing only moments before and dropped my hand, afraid I really was killing my best friend.

Almost instantly, Poe dropped to his knees, his breath coming out ragged and hitched. I tossed my "lightsaber" aside onto some pillows as I dropped before him, tears coming to my eyes in fear.

"Poe, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

Before I could realize it, Poe had lunged, knocking me to the ground as he straddled my waist, holding my wrists down with his own two hands.

"Fooled ya!"

I took a deep breath, glad that Poe had only been playing along.

"Why were you apologizing, it's not like you're actually a Jedi Knight or Sith Lord. Only they're powerful enough do that with the force!" Poe rolled his eyes playfully, holding me underneath of him still.

"No, I know, it's just… I don't know." I scrambled to make an excuse that didn't sound so stupid, but couldn't find one.

"But yanking the carpet underneath me was kinda mean. Gave me a headache." He scrunched his eyes as he realized his head hurt. It was then that I noticed there was blood matted into the hair just above right eye.

"Uh, Poe, you're bleeding." I raised my eyebrows, glancing between his eyes and the blood.

"Your Jedi mind tricks won't work so easily, Sid." He chuckled with a shake of his head.

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I squeezed my small wrist out of his grasp and pushed a finger into the area I thought the cut would be.

"Ow!" Poe recoiled, bringing his own hand to the spot and drawing it back to see his fingers wet with blood, "Oh."

"Yeah. 'Oh'." I pushed him off of me the rest of the way and walked into the kitchen.

"Shara, Poe's bleeding on the carpet." I said nonchalantly, sitting on a stool near the counter.

"Poe, you better not be!" Shara yelled into the living room, turning around to reveal a slightly larger than average belly. It was large enough to notice, but not yet large enough to realize she wasn't just gaining weight, but pregnant. It had only been about a month since she had told me, and she hadn't changed too drastically just yet.

"Mooooooooooom." Poe called from the living room, "I might need stitches."

Shara stopped in her tracks for a moment and closed her eyes, muttering something under her breath.

"Go next door and see what Sidra's father says." She called back, resuming her previous task of drying a plate.

Once the sound of the door closing reached their ears, Shara finished drying her plate, put it away and sat on the stool next to mine. I kicked myself inwardly for not going with him, forced now to sit with Shara.

"Sidra… about what you said."

We hadn't really talked about my storming out on her a month ago. In fact, I had been avoiding her for that very reason. But it looked like Poe wasn't around to save me this time.

"I'm sorry, I won't say it again, I promise." I mumbled quickly, avoiding her eyes.

"Sidra, you don't have to apologize. I understand you're still upset because of your mother-" Shara started softly

"That's not why I said it." I stopped her, angrily. She had already said something like this before.

"Then why did you say it?" She prompted after a few moments of silence.

"Because, when you told me, I saw you die." My throat clenched tightly in anger, upset that she didn't believe me, "You and the baby. And I don't want you to die. I don't want you to die like my mother. I don't want you to leave Poe behind. Please don't leave me behind too."

A couple of tears slid down my cheeks, my breath hitching in the back of my throat.

"What do you mean you saw me die?" Shara asked, pulling me into a tight hug, her lips brushing across the top of my hair as she spoke.

"I saw you die in your bed." I was getting worked up quite quickly, and my breathing came in small gasps, making me sick to my stomach, but I couldn't suppress the emotions that coursed through me so strongly, "I saw a grave -outside- next to the tree. With your name and the baby's."

There was a moment of silence from Shara, hearing nothing as I remembered my vision, playing over and over again in my head. I had tried to forget it, but now I was sure it would never leave again.

"What…" Shara started, stopped, took a deep breath and continued, "What do we call the baby?"

"Kes named the baby." Did she believe me? I strained to remember small details, turning my mind's eye away from the things I didn't want to see, like the blood, "You died before you could. There's so much blood… He named the baby Bey after you. But he dies the next day."

The vision I saw replaying in my mind was bleak and fuzzy. The details were muddled.

"Please don't tell anyone." I cried out, suddenly nervous, "I shouldn't have told you."

I felt extremely embarrassed, confiding in Shara that I had seen these things. What would father say if I told him I had been hallucinating? Calling it a hallucination make me sound like I was sick, crazy. But what other way to put it?

"Shh, Sidra, if it makes you feel any better, I'll go to the doctor tomorrow and have him check everything out. And when he say's everything okay, I'll come straight to you and tell you and you'll have nothing to worry about, okay?" Silence, "Answer me, Sidra."

"Okay." I whispered into her shoulder, but I had a feeling the doctor wouldn't catch what was wrong.


Well.. that was a short chapter. I think I'll post the one after this cause this is kind of the last "introductory/get these relationships figured out" chapter...

Yeah, I'll most definitely do that after I post this one.

Like I said. Establishing relationships. Takes a while. Maybe I made too many chapters, maybe too little? Eh. I just want to get them all out there so you guys aren't like "wow, I waited for more introduction, huh?", cause I get that way sometimes too.

OH WELL. No going back now. I'll get the fifth chapter up.

I'm sure you'll all like it.

Not really.

:D

~TheObsessory