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sarahmichellegellarfan1: TFA doesn't really show up until the very end, sorry! This story is definitely a lead up to that and I definitely want to continue this story into the next two movies as well- you know... the movies over two years away... *cries*

ShigureAyameHatoriFanClub: Thankies thankies! Unfortunately (or fortunately) we don't see much of Lani after this chapter. With the big year skips I do, we leave a lot of interesting characters behind, but there's always the potential of doing a few one shots here and there about the stuff in between. We'll see.

Oh Gosh, guys, I just finished reading "Kenobi" and it was a solid 10/10. Loved it. I'd recommend it to everyone who's a fan of Obi-Wan.

Also, this is my favorite chapter, so I hope you all enjoy!

~TheObsessory


To The Stars and Back

Chapter 10; You Should See The Other Guy

A Fanfiction written by TheObsessory

It had been two months since starting pilot school.

Having a roommate had been a terrible mistake. It was frustrating seeing Poe's lack of stress about entering his own room. I never knew what I was going to walk in on. Or what I was waking up to, for that matter.

But with that exception, everything was going well. Classes were interesting. There was a lot of "necessary" classes I despised- one couldn't just go to school to become a pilot. One needed to know Chemistry, math, history and the likes. Some courses were enjoyable while others were just a pain to sit through.

Poe and I took many similar classes, as we were on the same track, which was helpful as he had always excelled in the math and sciences and my forte was history.

"Shhhh, I think my roommate is asleep!"

The loud whisper woke me from my nap almost instantly.

"What?" The next voice didn't even bother trying to be quiet.

"I said I think my roommate is asleep!" Lani's voice raised an octave.

"No, I'm not." I sat up and pushed the blankets aside. I shivered lightly as I made my way down the ladder, blinking myself awake, "Give me two seconds and I'll be out of your hair."

Lani and her most recent fling waited impatiently as I quickly ran my fingers through my hair to free any tangles that had formed, tied the thick locks into my usual two pony tails and then threw my boots on.

With a glance to the clock, I noticed it was nearly time for dinner. At least one good thing had come from Lani waking me.

I had gotten about an hour and a half nap, exhausted from the early hours my classes had been at. I was anything but an early bird.

I quickly exited my room and closed the door behind me, making a mental note to not return until much later.

My feet followed the often used path toward Poe's room, but I stopped more often than not to chat with some fellow classmates about lectures and homework that had been assigned.

For the most part, everyone was preparing to have a night of partying, as tomorrow, Benduday, was the only day classes were not held.

Once I had finally made it to his room, I opened the door easily, as was my custom.

There was a rush of noise in the room as Poe quickly turned away from facing the door.

"Could you knock?" The obnoxious tone in his voice was surprising. I always entered without knocking.

"No." I said, matter of factly, plopping down onto a nearby chair. Poe kept his face turned away from me.

With a questioning eye, I got up quietly and grabbed the back of Poe's chair to swivel it around to face me.

"What did you do this time?"

Poe's nose was a bloody mess. Blood leaked from both nostrils and dripped around his mouth and onto his lips, despite his right nostril being stuffed with a tissue. A nice purple bruise was already forming under his right eye and his lip was cut and bleeding as well, although that might have just been from his nose.

"You look like shit." I grabbed one of his towels in the joined bathroom he shared with two other boys, sticking it under the faucet to dampen it.

"Yeah, well you should see the other guy." He mumbled, glaring down at his torn up knuckles proudly.

This wasn't the first time I had found Poe bloody and bruised, but this was by far the worst.

"Yeah, well I don't care about the other guy." I sat in his lap easily, taking his chin with my left hand as I began to wipe away the blood, being as gentle as I could be.

Poe had a problem with authority. He was usually pretty good at pushing his rash thoughts away when it came to teachers and professors, but often stood up to bullies or those who deemed themselves in charge of the other students just because they were bigger or because a few others followed them like gods.

"So?" My head shook gently in question as I worked on his nose. It didn't look broken, but was definitely a tad bit more crooked than it had been before.

"So what? You know who did this." Poe grumbled, his fingers picking at the edge of my shirt in annoyance, the back of his fingers brushing at my skin.

Wym Sundt had been a constant bully to nearly everyone who wasn't in his group of friends since the first day. Although not the brightest in an intelligent sense, he was a soldier, and listened when told what to do, and did it without question.

"So what did you do this time that he didn't like? Breathe? Exist?" I scowled, nearly finished. Some blood stains still remained, but were rather hidden in his stubble.

"Eh, I might have been flirting with Cherny."

My scowl deepened as my hands dropped away from his face.

"So you flirted with his girlfriend and expect nothing to happen? God, Poe, I thought you were smarter than that."

"She started it." He said exasperatedly, "You wouldn't understand. I haven't even seen you so much as glance at a single guy here. Why's that?"

It was in that uncomfortable moment that I noticed how close we were, what with me sitting on his lap. Normally the close proximity and his fingers against my skin wouldn't bother me, but now, after the mention of his flirtacious behavior-

"If you hadn't noticed," I stood up and began to rinse the blood stained towel in sink, glad to get away from him and breathe, "There are a lot of dim-witted ones in this crowd."

"Intelligence doesn't matter if they're good looking." Poe was touching tenderly at his nose.

"If that's the stance you take, you're dumber than you look." I mumbled under my breath, even though I knew he could hear me.

"Obviously not in a serious relationship, Sid, come on."

I glanced over to him and we shared a look.

"Yeah well." I finally had to look away, his gaze winning once again, "That's not for me."

Silence fell between us, the usual for this kind of conversation.

"Come on, let's get something to eat before that idiot Wym shows up." I hung the towel on a rack and made my way toward the door, Poe following silently behind.

"Does my nose look ugly to you?"

I turned around, walking backwards to get a decent look at his face. I flashed a wide eyed face and turned around with a whistle.

"Siiiiiiid-" He started to whine.

"You can hardly tell anything happened." I laughed picking up my pace to put distance between the two of us in case he tried anything. And I wasn't lying. With the exception of the split lip and purple bruise, I had done a decent job of cleaning him up.

We found the cantina nearly empty, which I was glad for. I couldn't stand half the students here, and found it difficult enough to go to class with them.

We were handed our trays with today's meal- some bread, mystery meat, water, a carton of blue milk, and some various other snacks. We found our usual booth at the back of the cantina cleaned and untouched.

We ate silently with the odd remark about class here and there.

"Shit."

I glanced up to see Poe looking over my shoulder, a grumpy look shining clear in his eyes.

"Dameron and Sidra, eating together again."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, tossing my fork down onto my plate in defeat. Just when I thought we could have a peaceful meal.

"Ah look, it's Wym surrounded by some testosterone to boost his own." Poe said nonchalantly, pushing his plate away as he leaned against the edge of the table.

Wym was flanked on both sides by two of his lackeys, neither of which I knew by name. He was a large, muscular guy. Pale of skin, short of hair with green eyes, a broad, flat nose and a resting glare. I could see a few bruises forming on his face from the earlier brawl.

"Poe." I flashed him a look. He didn't need to alter his nose shape any more.

"Yeah, listen to your girlfriend Dameron." One of the lackeys laughed, earning a look of praise from Wym. What was this, primary school?

"I'm not his girlfriend, but thanks for telling him to listen." I glanced back to Poe, "Maybe it'll work."

"Not his girlfriend, eh?" Wym yanked painfully at one of the pony tails sitting over my shoulder closest to him, "I always see you two together. Unless Dameron's busy getting his ask kicked."

"I'm sorry, but could you not touch me." I said seriously, brushing his hand away with the roll of my shoulder.

Wym glanced at Poe before leaning down toward me, his breath sour smelling.

"Maybe you should have told Dameron to keep his hands off my girlfriend first." He grabbed my shoulder and yanked me towards him, nearly pulling me from the booth. I felt his other hand grab one of my breasts painfully, squeezing it in his palm.

Before either of his lackeys or Poe reacted, I swung my furthest foot around with the momentum of falling backwards away from Wym, landing my large boot directly in his crotch.

A yelp of pain escaped his throat as both hands released me and grabbed for his hurt manhood, flailing backwards onto his two friends.

Within moments I had caught myself on the table, vaulting myself up to grab the crook of Poe's elbow and pull him along with me.

We left the cantina in a hurry, not stopping until we were safely locked behind Poe's door.

We stood there silently, regaining our breath. Poe stood near his bed with his back to me while I leaned against his door.

I rubbed gently at the breast Wym had grabbed, wondering if a bruise would form.

It was then that I noticed something dripping from Poe's hand.

I carefully made my way over and turned him around, pushing him gently to have him sit on his bed. He complied.

I took his hand in mine and unfurled his finger to find a cantina blade sitting there, a slice in his palm near his index finger.

I started at his hand for a moment before taking the knife and tossing it on the floor, inspecting the cut. I was no medical expert like my father and I hoped it would require no stitches.

I went back and retrieved the still drying towel from earlier, as well as some medicine and a bandage from a small first aid kit sitting under the sink.

"You're stupid." I mumbled, crouching on the ground in front of him as I began to inspect the wound a little more closely. It didn't look as bad as I initially thought it had.

"Oh really?" Poe's voice was strong and angry, despite the quiet disposition he was in.

"Yes really." I looked up at him, anger coursing through me as well, "What were you going to do, kill him?"

For once, Poe looked away.

"If I had to."

"If you had to." I repeated. Seething silently, my anger tossed my stomach. I poured some anti-bacterial liquid onto the wound, causing Poe to hiss in pain, "And then what? You'd be kicked from school, put into jail, sent back home to Yavin?"

"It would have been worth it." He mumbled, his uninjured hand resting lightly on my forearm as he stared intently into my eyes, "I shouldn't have even let him touch you in the first place."

I let out a sigh and glanced away as I began to wrap his hand. The bleeding had lessened and was already beginning to coagulate and heal. It would be painful, but stitches weren't necessary.

"I took care of myself just fine."

"Well what about next time?" He snapped back, the fingers of his injured hand curling, "What happens when he gets those two idiots to hold you down? What if no one's around? What if…"

He trailed off, but I knew what he meant.

"Eh, I dunno, I think I kicked him hard enough to get the point across."

"Sid-"

"I'll be careful, Poe." I reassured him. finishing the wrap and tucking it under a piece near his wrist.

"This is all my fault." He growled, his eyes closing.

"Yeah, keep it in your pants next time." I smiled with a soft laugh, his eyes meeting my despairingly.

Per usual, I couldn't stand the sadness I saw looking back, so instead I looked to his fingers as I entangled mine with them.

"We'll both be fine together, Poe."


Sidra knows how to kick some ass! Hoorah.

And turns out Poe never stopped caring.

Yet.

Coming up in Chapter Nine: The friendship between Poe and Sidra becomes a bit rocky.

~TheObsessory