WARNING GRAPHIC DEATH AND KINDA SMUTTY
THIS IS REALLY SAD I'M SORRY
Nightmares
(or 'Desolation of the Entire Net' as called by officialoscarisaac)
Finn had nightmares. Granted, when he met Poe and started living with the resistance they weren't frequent. Maybe one or two here and there and Poe would wake him and hold him till he was fully awake and could talk about what he had dreamt. Poe was so good to him that way; always seeming to save him when he needed it the most.
"There was me and you and Rey…Rey was…dead. I'm the one who killed her. I think. And, and Poe, you were next." Finn sobbed out one night and continued to drown himself in his tears.
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"Finn that won't happen. It's just memories of Starkiller Base. Everything will be ok, I promise." Poe rasped out, still quite awake yet. "Come here, I'll hold you till you fall back asleep." He opened his blankets up, inviting Finn to crawl under them and lay up against him. They fell asleep like that and awoke the next morning blushing lightly and mumbling.
After that the night terrors stopped. They grew closer, and eventually began sleeping in the same bed every night. It may have started out somewhat platonic, but it certainly did not remain that way. First was the time Poe got too drunk after a successful mission and grabbed Finn and kissed him till he vomited next to the bed. Then came the awkward apology from Poe which ended with Poe getting cut off by a rather forceful but well-meaning kiss from Finn. Which they continued. Until morning. Lastly came the sweetest lovemaking and breathy kisses and sweaty, boneless cuddles. Sometimes they wouldn't leave the bed for hours and days on end. They were inseparable. Always on missions together, back to back fighting and talking their way out of trouble. The best damn couple in the whole resistance.
Then a particularly hard fight resulting in an aborted mission brought the nightmares back. This time, it was Poe who had violent memories of invasive torture and monsters behind masks. Death and blood and sweat. This time there wasn't a knight in Stormtrooper armor to save him.
Poe awoke shaking and sweaty and dry heaving to a distressed Finn.
"Oh my God Poe, are you ok? What's going on? What's happening? Talk to me, please I'm so scared." Finn was white eyed and scared, almost crying. He started to reach out like Poe did the first time he ever had a nightmare. Poe flinched almost imperceptibly. If Finn noticed, he didn't let on more than the momentary confused look flashing through his eyes.
"Nothing. I'm fine. Go back to bed. I'm going to grab some water and I'll e right back with you." Poe ground out quietly. He waited till Finn was nestled in their bed and breathing evenly and slowly again. He spent the remainder of the night in his plane.
The next morning whispers were running between each person on the base. What was wrong with Poe? Where's Finn? Why aren't they together?
Poe, when someone would try to approach him, would tense and back away quickly. Shifty eyed and unable to stand without leaning on a wall or solid object, he avoided Finn all day. He hid away in his plane; dazed and confused and fighting haunting flashbacks. Every time someone dressed in black walked by, or loud noises too close to his locations were just as unbearable as the silence with the low hum of the lights. This would continue for the rest of the week with Poe growing slowly more and more distant and flighty.
On the fifth night, he walked back to his room, stumbling and gasping for breath. He opened the door to a distressed and strung out Finn, who upon seeing his missing lover, threw himself at Poe. In a complete panic, unable to tell the difference between mask and man, struggled to get out of his grip and run and back against the nearest wall, sweaty and limp.
"No….I won't tell….you where….it is." He gasped out.
"Poe,whats wrong, talk to me. Say something please." Finn cried out silently. He walked slowly to Poe, trying to seem innocent and safe, like home. "It's me, Poe, please. I love you."
Poe screamed hoarsely. "No you're just making me see things! Stop it! No! Don't touch me!"
It all happened so fast. Poe fought off Finn walking quickly backwards towards the nightstand next to the unused bed in the room, slipping on a discarded shirt and falling backwards onto the corner.
"Poe NO!" Finn yelled too late.
There was blood pooling under his head where the corner of the nightstand and connected with the back of Poe's head. The hit seemed to bring Poe back to what was really going on. He struggled out a few shallow breaths, and tried to speak.
Finn was down on his knees next to him. "What is it Poe please, tell me." Finn cried out, his tears falling onto Poe's dirty and ragged shirt.
Poe took his last breath, a hint of a smile on his face. "POE! POE PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!" Finn yelled pulling his limp body to his chest and sobbing, rocking back and forth and ignoring the blood spreading onto his hands and clothes.
Poe had tried to say I love you.