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Surprise! Decided I'd give you guys another chapter since I'm so close to being done and I just want to get it all out there for people to enjoy, so... ENJOY.

~TheObsessory


To The Stars and Back

Chapter 7; Please Don't Change This

A Fanfiction written by TheObsessory

"Happy Birthday!"

I stood in front of a small frosted cake, my name sprawled in curly orange icing. Fifteen candles dripped wax toward the sugary concoction my father had attempted to make.

A wide smile pulled at my cheeks- it almost hurt how much I was smiling, but seeing all of my family together, glowing in the dim fire light, just made me so happy.

Cerys sat on her knees in the chair across from me, her long thick hair blocking parts of her face. Even so, it was like looking into the past. From eyebrow shape to hooked nose, had we been but a few years apart and not six, one might think us twins. But, as I had guessed would happen, Cerys was given mother's darker skin, hair and eyes.

Next to me stood my father, the small candle fires reflected in his glasses. His dirty blond hair was slowly growing gray in places, and each day he sported a new wrinkle. But his smile surpassed his age, and reminded me of when I was younger.

And the last two honorary members of my family stood to my right. Kes Dameron, like my own father, was graying along the edges, which was a little more apparent in his dark hair, but it was befitting of him. Lastly was Poe, my best friend of nearly eight years. He had sprouted up quickly, and was much taller than I was. His long curls had been hacked back along the sides, but grew longer in the middle. Each day he looked more and more like Kes

The force sensitivity that Poe had determined I had all those years ago had been kept a secret between the two of us. In fact, there really had been no reason to tell either of our father's. I couldn't recreate the pull of the rug I had done and had had no new visions or sights from the future. But then again, there had been no major deaths or scares since Shara and Bey.

In an instant, I blew out the candles, the lights of the dining room turning on a few moments later so we were able to see. My father gave me a large hug, lifting me off the ground momentarily.

"Fifteen years." He said in astonishment after setting me back on my feet, "If only your mother could see you now."

"Both mother's." Kes chimed in from somewhere behind me.

I hugged and thanked everyone for the wishes and kind words I had been given, as well as the couple of gifts. Gifts were typically given at momentous Birthday's, like one, five, ten, thirteen and then twenty one. But sometimes traditions were broken.

Once the cake had been cut and served, Poe pulled me aside.

"I still have to give you your gift, Sid." He whispered to me, pulling me, yet again, out of my house and into the fading sunlight.

"Pulling me again." I chuckled, "Couldn't this wait till after cake? You know my father's been trying at every Birthday, and I think this year he finally made something edible."

"Cake can wait. This cannot."

I was dragged rather unceremoniously toward Shara's old A-Wing that still sat in the long grass near Kes and Poe's home.

Poe began climbing up into the cockpit, signalling me to follow. Once he had reached the seat, he tossed down a large jacket.

"What do I need this for?" I pulled the jacket off of my face where Poe had dropped it, slipping it on when my arms were free. Yavin 4 was known for its humidity and tropical weather. It wasn't cold in the slightest.

"Just trust me." Poe had sat himself down snugly in the cockpit, a jacket around his own shoulders.

I looked down at him, one eyebrow raised.

"And where exactly am I going to sit?"

With that ever mischievous glint in his eye, Poe patted his lap.

With a roll of my eyes and a shake of my head, I clamored into the A-Wing and sat gingerly on Poe's lap, my back pressed against his chest.

"Tight squeeze." I chuckled, hoping I wasn't hurting him.

But Poe jumped into pilot mode, shutting the top window and starting the engine. Although his mother, the pilot of this A-Wing, had long since passed away, Poe had learned enough from his mother in the two years she was able to teach him, and taught himself the rest.

Once everything had been turned on, he leaned back, his arms resting at his side.

I looked over my shoulder incredulously, my mouth agape.

"You don't expect me-" I started, holding my hands up.

"I do expect you." Poe grabbed my hands with his own and placed them on the controls, holding his fingers over mine to keep them there.

"Poe, your mother took me out once. When I was seven. You can't possible expect me to remember any of what she taught me." I tried to pry my hands away, but he was resilient.

"Of course not. That's why I'm reteaching you. Now pull up."

Taking a deep breath, I pulled up on the control, feeling the A-Wing leave the ground.

"This is the dumbest-" I started off in a whisper, shaking my head as my two pony tails knocked against my shoulders.

"Shut up and fly the ship." Poe commanded in my ear.

I don't know why I had been that worried. A-Wing's were relatively easy to control, or at least that's what Shara, the experienced pilot, told me all those years ago. Poe's hands never left mine, and whenever I faltered, he took control, if only for a moment.

We flew high over the treetops of the jungle, leaving our small settlement behind and racing deeper into the unknown. At one point, the trees began to grow further apart than the jungle that surrounded our homes, and Poe gently brought us down between them.

We zoomed in and out of them, dodging them with laughs and close calls. Despite every nerve in my body screaming for me to get out, I felt unbelievably calm and safe sitting there with Poe. And, if he was being obnoxious, I could easily smack him in the neck with the back of my head.

But it wasn't just Poe's presence that had a calming effect on me, but the blur of the land that zoomed by, the vibration of the ship underneath my hands, the freedom I felt not weighed down by gravity. It was exhilarating.

From the sparse forest, Poe took the controls over, flying us up a small mountain. In a moment, we had gone so high our sight was obstructed, and despite having Poe in control, I still worried.

"Are you ready?" He whispered in my ear as we flew through the clouds.

I had no time to answer, as the moment we broke through the puffy white clouds, we were at the top of the mountain. The blanket of clouds hid all view of the rest of the mountain or the jungle that was growing up it. The sun was just beginning to fall beneath the horizon of white as Poe opened up the top and we jumped out.

Now I understood the jackets. Although there wasn't a whisp of wind, a chill was in the air. Being so high up also made for thin air, so I was careful not to over exert myself.

I sat down on the cool stone, my back resting against one of the wheels of the A-Wing.

"How did you find this?" I asked, Poe sitting next to me, shoulders bumping as he too leaned against the wheel.

"You'd be amazed what you find when you're not looking for it."

I felt his eyes on me, but I couldn't take my eyes off the sunset. The sea of white clouds around us reflected every color off of the sky, hues of oranges, purples, pinks and yellows. The sun set quickly, but once it had gone, the beauty that had once been there did not fade. Slowly, the stars began to twinkle out into the darkness of space, now visible with the bright sun gone from sight.

I pushed myself further out on the stone and laid on my back, Poe following suit, and we laid there together, looking up at the stars.

"Thank you so much Poe." I breathed, my eyes trying to memorize each star and it's position.

"Sometimes when I miss mom, I come up here and lay under the stars, and I remember all the stories she told me of when she was a pilot up there. I want to go there, I want to see every star, I want to fly forever." He paused here, taking his eyes off of the night sky, "And I want you to come with me Sid."

I knew the moment he said it, what he meant. But my pounding heart told me this wasn't right.

"Of course I'll come with you, Poe. To pilot school. We always talked about becoming Pilots together just like your mom was." I played it off silently. Perhaps the tone I had heard him take was wrong, "Like we always played."

"Sidra." My head rolled over to look him in the eye, and I knew that what I had heard was correct.

The tip of his nose bumped mine before his lips ever reached me.

The kiss was tender. New. Different. But wrong.

I pushed away, my eyes never leaving his.

"Why did you do that." It wasn't until then that I realized I had been holding my breath. This couldn't happen, and I was resolute.

"Sid-"

"You're my best friend, Poe." I sat up, but my eyes stayed latched on to his. I still often avoided eye contact in sticky situations, whether it be with my father, Poe or a teacher. But I had a point to make. "We've seen each other every day for the last eight years. Your mother took me under her wing when my own wasn't around, you've helped me raise my little sister-"

"That's why I thought…" He trailed off, having sit up as well. I could see a pain in his eyes.

"That's why you thought what? That because I was giving you attention, I should give you more?" I realized how much my words hurt. I could see each one burying in him like a shard of glass.

"I guess I thought wrong." He said quietly.

It was time to mend what had been broken. Time to return things to how they had been.

"You're my best friend." I sighed, hugging him, our jackets scratching against each other, "I just don't want that to change."

He grunted with a pat to my back and we both got up to leave.

Unbeknownst to Poe, I was a mess inside. My pulse stayed fast, tears threatened to spill, I had to pinch my palm the entire flight back to keep from saying anything to worsen what had just happened.

Truth be told, I was terrified. He was my best friend. How could he want to change that? To take that away from me? What if something happened, what if he didn't like me as much as he thought? What if he started to hate me? What if I lost him, my best friend in the entire galaxy? The only person who understood me? Besides, how could I see him as anything other than my friend and brother?

It was hard to imagine a day without Poe.

But instead of voicing my concerns, we both stayed silent. These wounds would take a while to mend properly.


So THAT happened.

It's one thing for two people to grow in love- romantically speaking. It's another thing to spring it on a person who's not looking for it.

I find I'm very opposite of Sidra in that way, in that I always- stupidly -romantisize friendships. Which is dumb of me, and I've grown out of it, but I feel like it's very common.

Of course she loves him (I mean who doesn't love Poe, come on), but I feel like when feelings are sprung so suddenly, it makes it so awkward. Maybe it wasn't sudden, maybe Sidra's just oblivious- either of which are possible -but in the early teens, everything is awkward and everyone overthinks.

BUT ON A SIDE NOTE. If you read the following passage, would you be inclined to read further?

"They called Anakin Skywalker the Chosen One. The One to bring balance to the Force. The One to destroy the Sith. But I believe the One watched the Jedi burn in the flames and did all he can to help them spring from the ashes."

I want to do an Obi-Wan x OC Friendship/Romance Fanfic with an OC that strongly believes he is the Chosen One (because damn, he TRIED to bring balance to the force. Mr. "Master listen to the other Jedi and don't train this kid". Mr "Anakin I'm telling you not to fuck shit up". Mr "Well shit got fucked up and now I'm going to wait for Anakins kids to grow up and save the galaxy") and loves him, tons, despite him being all 'pls, no, I'm a Jedi, I don't feel for you like that, holy shit, look what love is doing to my Padawan!'. But I'm kinda frustrated because it's REALLY hard to do a good Obi-Wan x OC without making it completely unbelievable. Top two kinda ObiFics I see: lady Jedi and him fall in love, Obi x Sabe. And I want to be anything but "usual". But how to write an Obi x OC fic where the OC is just a plain old person? Like, I don't want a "hey, this girl is cool, bring her along for the mission" kind of OC because I feel like that's just so unoriginal.. I don't know.

However, IF I decide to go the route I'm going, it will breifly tie in to this fic. Because reasons.

Hope you all enjoyed Sidra crushing poor Poe's love. Expect more in the future 3

~TheObsessory