I'm surprised so many people noticed the Hosnian Prime thing. I'm proud 'o you guys.
But the question I feared has arisen:
Is there going to be a sequel?
You know, I really do wanna write Sid and Poe's story continuing on with Episodes VIII and IX, but the only problem is..
They won't be out for another year and a half/three years.
I mean there's always the idea of me writing what I think could happen in them from Sidra's eyes, but I feel like that's.. not right, you know? I don't deserve to make Episode Eight and Nine. I don't even think if I was a good enough writer I'd want to. It's just a fanfiction, but it shouldn't be me who writes it.
I dunno, kind of confusing and hard to explain.
OR I could always pretend that there is no Eight and Nine and let Sidra and Poe get on with their lives.
But how boring would that be?
So I dunno.
I mentioned a few chapters back about making a Kenobi fanfiction (which was going to be a romance and in the end Sidra was going to be his granddaughter but I feel like that would be a long long looooong investment of a story to take on and doesn't really involve Sidra anyway).
I just... ?
I'll think about it. I'll get ideas.
~TheObsessory
To The Stars and Back
Chapter 21; About Time
A Fanfiction written by TheObsessory
I slept little that night, my pulse racing in anticipation- anticipation for what was beyond me. I got up and exercised, trying to exhaust myself, but still my heart pumped painfully against my ribs. Was I glad I was finally feeling something? Maybe it meant Poe was still alive. And as I lay there in the dark, trying to clear my mind, my door was opened.
"Sidra?" I strained my eyes to recognize the shape of the person before me. The voice, however, gave it away.
"General?" I stood up from my bed, "Is there something wrong?"
"You're going to want to see this." And with that, Leia turned around, took a right, and disappeared.
I threw on my boots and raced after her. Had Poe sent a message? Was he alright? Was this why I couldn't sleep?
Once I caught up with the, surprisingly quick, General, I began to question her, my own mind racing.
"Is it Poe? Did he finally send in a message? Is he alright? Did he find Tekka?"
Leia held up a hand to silence me, but said nothing to ease my racing pulse.
We stopped at the large med bay doors when she finally turned to me. With a smile, she inclined her head toward one of the windows in the door.
After a quick glance between her and the window, I walked over to it, peeking into the nearly dark room. All lights but one at the very end of the long room were off. It was dimmed, but my father's figure was easily recognizeable in the shadows. His back was to the door as he was helping a patient sitting on the table. I stood there for a few minutes, trying to see the who it was. But before my father even shifted positions, I knew. It had to be him.
And there he sat, talking causually with my father as he was examined. Poe hadn't looked this ragged since college. His clothes were weather worn and dirty, his hair touselled and stuck out in many directions. His face was covered in bruises, faint outlines of blood still visible along this temple and chin.
Poe.
My breath hitched in my throat, and I wanted nothing more than to push that doors open and run to him. I wanted to scold him for being so reckless and not sending a message, hug him for finally returning, yell at him for the things he had said before he left, beg for forgiveness for the things I had said…
But the moment I placed my hand against the door, I held myself back.
"Aren't you going to go in?" Leia asked quietly.
"I don't think I'm the person he wants to see." I mumbled back, stepping back from the door. All I could see was the night he had left, and the afternoon Nusa had overheard us talking. So many stupid mistakes had been made on my behalf. Maybe too many.
"You'd be surprised." Leia winked at me before she turned around and disappeared down a curved hall.
But then I remembered my promise to my sister.
Surely Poe had just been angry at my hovering, and Cerys was right. He couldn't hate me for being confused about my feelings toward him... could he?
I shrank back into the shadows further down the hall and waited there for a few moments before Poe left the med bay, heading toward his room. Despite my discomfort, I was keep my promise.
I followed him silently, trying to piece the words I wanted to say together in my mind, but every time I tried, they fell apart, disappearing in my mind's eye. I was running out of time.
Just as Poe was about to key open his room, I began to speak.
"I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from." Poe stopped but did not turn around, "It took me thirteen years to realize that how I felt was foolish. Actually, it took my younger sister telling me that everything I had worried about was just... wrong. How sad is that?"
I laughed half heartedly for a few seconds.
"I was so happy to have finally gained someone permanent in my life, I instantly began to worry about losing him. And even though I loved him from the first moment he took my hand in his and dragged me around, I didn't know what those feelings meant. I didn't know how to understand my own feelings."
I shook my head.
"What I'm trying to say, is that I want to be here, I want to see every star, I want to fly forever, and I never want to stop following you, Poe." I had remembered the words he said to me that night, under the stars, thinking of our futures. But at the young age of fifteen, I didn't realize how much he had meant them.
We stood there in silence, neither of us moving. I felt the blood drain from my face. I felt nauseous. Maybe Cerys had been wrong.
"Thirteen years." I cringed inwardly as he turned around and I saw how bruised and scarred his face really was. He showed little emotion, "Thirteen years of me giving you space, dropping hints, waiting."
I averted my eyes down to the floor, every cell in my body wanting to turn and flee. How could it have come to this?
"And it was worth every second."
I glanced up in surprise to see Poe standing before me, his usual smirk and bright brown eyes staring down at me like we were seven all over again.
I jumped at him, tears pricking my eyes, finally able to express how happy I was that he had returned.
He caught me mid-air, although he did stagger, his arms wrapped tightly around my back as he held me close, his head buried in the crook of my neck.
"Don't you ever leave me behind again." I pushed away and landed on the floor, my boots clanging against the metal grate below me. I remembered he wasn't in the best condition to be holding someone.
"Not a chance." He breathed, his hands on my lower back, pulling me close again and leaning down, his lips pressing gently against mine. Only this time I didn't pull away. I smiled lightly, kissing him back. It felt strange, kissing Poe, my best friend. No, my boyfriend. Fiancé?
"Wait." I pulled out of the kiss, a single eyebrow raised in speculation, "Are we really engaged?"
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we walked toward his room, "Only if you want to be."
I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked, arms crossed.
"Well we have only been officially together for about-" I glanced at my wrist playfully. "-ten seconds. What would my father say?"
"Are you kidding? Your dad has been begging me to marry you since we were sixteen." Poe rolled his eyes.
I hummed in return, sitting down on his bed.
"Tell me everything that happened." I demanded a moment later
"Everything? Sid it's two in the morning, can't this wait-?"
"Wait? I thought you died." I argued back seriously, voice cracking momentarily, all the emotions from the night I had the vision returning.
"Why, because I had stopped sending daily reports?" Poe gingerly took off a jacket I didn't recognize, tossing it onto a chair.
"No. I felt you being hurt."
He paused as he was about to take off his shirt, looking at me suspiciously.
"Like there was a hand going through each and every memory I had in my brain." I continued, "I was there. I was you, Poe. And it hurt."
He widened his eyes in surprise, dropping his hands from where they had been grasping the bottom of the shirt, coming to crouch before me, "You felt that?"
"That's why I want to know what happened." I said with a nod, breath hitched as the emotions flooded my senses, "After that I didn't feel anything. Everyone told me you'd be fine, but when I couldn't feel you, I-"
"Shh, Sid." He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently, brown eyes calming, "I'm fine."
I nodded once, trying to swallow the bile rising in my throat. He was right, of course, crouching here before me. He stood up and attempted to pull his dirty tan shirt off, but stopped halfway, hissing in pain as I saw a large, nearly black bruise resting over his left ribcage.
I quickly stood up and attempted to help him, expecting to find his face contorted in pain once it was free of the thin fabric, but instead found a cheeky grin.
"Didn't think you'd be undressing me so soon." He said warmly.
I rolled my eyes at the remark, but couldn't help it as they wandered across his bruised chest, taking each blotchy patch of mis-colored skin sadly. I tentively brought my fingers to the biggest of the bruises over his ribs, retracting as he grunted in pain at the contact.
"I'm sorry-"
"No, it's fine." He took my hand in his and rested it gently against the skin, suppressing any noise, "Your cold fingers feel nice against it."
"They tortured you." I muttered sadly, noticing that the bruise was nearly bigger than my own hand.
"Better me than-"
"Me?" I finished for him, "That's what you thought when you were there."
"Yes." He nodded gently, "Remind me to thank Leia for keeping you here. Had anything happened to you-"
"Yeah, I know." I said quietly, not wanting to even fathom how differently this mission could have gone, "Now tell me what happened."
"Well, it started with about a week of following the trail that was left behind by Tekka." Poe took my shoulders and sat me gently down on the bed as he continued to change, "But the First Order must have picked up my trail because they found me and killed him and a whole village of people Jakku, but not before he gave me a chip with Luke's location."
"Really?" His trip had been more successful than I imagined.
"But with the First Order showing up and slaying everything in their path, I gave it to BB-8 and… I don't know where he went."
My eyes widened in surprise.
"You lost BB-8?" I asked incredulously, pulling off my boots and crossing my feet on his bed.
"No, I sent him off before I was captured." He explained, "Like I said, we were on Jakku. That giant desert… he really could be anywhere…" He trailed off. I could tell he was worried about his droid, "But I was taken by the First Order. They tortured me for the information, as you already could tell, and I relented to begin with."
He had finished changing out of his filthy clothes, remaining shirtless as he scrutinized the bruising in a mirror.
"That is until I was probed by someone strong in the force. But you knew that much. They found out about BB-8 and were going to go after him, but a Storm Trooper broke me out."
"What?" As if his story hadn't been strange enough…
"Yeah, named him Finn, we escaped on a TIE fighter- which was absolutely amazing, can't believe I actually got to fly it, Finn asked me if I knew how to fly it, told him I could fly anything, not entirely a lie on my part, I was flying it just fine-"
"Poe, you're rambling." I cut him off. If I knew him, he'd be able to talk about his brief flight in the TIE for hours.
"Right. We were hit while escaping back to Jakku. We both ejected and I think I lost my memories for a little while. Not entirely sure. I couldn't find any of the wreckage, or Finn, so I found the closest town to search for BB-8. I couldn't stay long though, I knew the First Order were going to be looking for me and for him. I needed to get back here, so I impressed some locals, got a ship and headed straight here."
I sat in silence, thinking over all that he had said. Leia had been right. Had there been two of us, who knows how different this mission might have turned out. I'd have to be more confident in her orders.
While lost in my thoughts, Poe flicked off the light and I sat up to move.
"Right, you're probably exhausted, I shouldn't have kept you-"
But Poe's hand on my shoulder stopped me before it slip up and touched my cheek.
"Please don't leave yet."
The moment he spoke, I forgot Poe wasn't just the tough, laughing exterior he put up for everyone, but the small, lost boy who had just suffered torture and had been near death. He sounded so sad.
We both slid under the covers and held each other tightly, the sound of our breathing calm.
"I think you should go back to the New Republic Navy."
"That was abrupt." I uttered a few seconds later, "Why?"
"He talked about you." He said quietly, "The man who probed my memories. He saw you as a child, saw all that hate you had in you. He wanted that."
"Hmm." I whispered back, "I might have had that hate as a child who just lost her mother and got a screaming baby sister instead, but ever since Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the universe came and took my hand-" I found his hand in resting on his stomach and took it in mine with a smile that was lost in the darkness "-I've only ever seen the light. Besides, where you go, I go, remember?"
I heard him laugh quietly before pulled me closer and kissed my temple, the both of us drifting to sleep.
YEAH, FINALLY, no more reviews saying, "Yo, when they gettin' together already?!"
IT HAPPENED.
BUT YOU CAN'T LEAVE YET.
Two chapters left! Gotta know what happens to Cerys and Kes!
Besides, I think you guys'll like the beginning of the next chapter.
~TheObsessory
