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Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

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Finn didn't know what the hell to do. This shouldn't even be his problem even though he was happy Leia was including him. After all, he would have made Poe's situation his problem.

A year, gone, with no memory and no trace, presumed dead. Finn owed Poe everything and found himself almost excited to take the other in. He wanted to help, to give whatever he could. If only he knew for certain that he was the right person for this job. So far, he'd been the only one that Poe reacted well towards, as if he was the only person on the planet who could possibly understand. Except he didn't. He was confused as hell.

He walked towards the entrance and waited outside the base, eager to get things rolling. Poe would probably feel a lot better outside of this base, he figured.

It was a little while, before Poe finally walked through the doors and out into the sunlight. He was wearing a borrowed uniform, no name on his chest, and had a bag slung over his shoulder. There wasn't much in it. No one had kept his possessions, there was no reason to. No living family. No significant others. His personal affects had been spread out among his squadron, and the rest of it had been sold off with the estate. He hadn't had a whole lot to begin with, his whole life was the military.

And now, they weren't letting him back in it.

He was irritable and frustrated, and it showed in the dark expression he wore when he existed the building, but that expression immediately lifted when he saw Finn. Leia had told him that the man had offered to put him up for a little while, and Poe walked over with a deep look of gratitude.

"Hey. Thanks for coming." He walked straight up to him and threw his unburdened arm around the man, pulling him in for a tight hug. "I really appreciate it."

"Of course," he replied, hugging back tightly. Opening his home to Poe was literally the least he could do. After all, he wouldn't have any of it if it weren't for him.

Though, this wasn't just offering a bed and roof. He wanted to be there for Poe as much as someone could, and this was the best way he could think of to make that happen. If they hadn't become such fast friends during the escape, maybe it'd be different. Maybe.

He pulled out of the hug, keeping a hand on Poe's shoulder and looking the man over. "I've got nowhere to be. Want to stop anywhere before we head home?"

"Honestly? After being poked and prodded for a week, I'm really ready to just - relax, for once." He offered Finn a rueful smile.

"Though maybe finding me some civilian clothes wouldn't be totally out of order..."

"I've got some clothes set aside for you to go through," he says, nodding in the general direction of home. "We can still stop somewhere and get you some more, though."

Picking and choosing from someone else's old things wasn't the same as owning your own property, Finn knew. Things like this felt like they'd come down to a 'now or later' sort of agreement, since it would happen eventually.

At the same time, he had a feeling Poe just wanted to find a corner and chill out for about a month.

Poe gave him a look full of gratitude and squeezed an arm.

“No, that sounds ideal, actually. I’ll get back into the swing of things soon, but... getting to actually sit down for thirty seconds is highest on my to do list, right now.” The smile softened slightly. “As is getting to spend some time with you when we’re not being shot at, or with a studio audience.”

Finn smiled back, laughing a little. "Yeah, they like to swarm, don't they? That's all right, though. You've got some peace of quiet now. C'mon."

He patted Poe on the shoulder once more and made his way around to the driver's side. "I don't live too far. It's not a big place but it's secluded enough to be peaceful."

Poe stalled for a second, not used to being the passenger, but he recovered quickly and then climbed into the passengers side, buckling up and settling in.

“I’m glad that you got set up,” he said after a moment. “Sorry I wasn’t around for the follow through.”

Finn hummed, wondering what his response should be as he started the vehicle. He settled on honesty. "I am, too." Despite not knowing Poe, he missed him, wished he was there to see what good he'd done.

But- "But you're here now. Just need to catch you up, that's all," he continued, pulling out on to the highway. "And I'm glad you're here, if that wasn't obvious."

The rest of the ride went by pretty fast, and Finn was driving down a nearly overgrown driveway in the countryside before coming upon a quaint little house. It didn't really have much in the way character or decorations but it was clearly kept up.

"Home sweet home," Finn sighed, killing the ignition and leaving the car. "Want the tour?" There wasn't much to show, a typical two-bedroom house, but he opened the door with a proud enough smile that could have fooled anyone into thinking it was a mansion.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” he said ruefully, “Even if it doesn’t feel like I’ve been anywhere.”

It had taken a while for them to convince him that he’d missed an entire year. He’d thought it was an elaborate hoax and had gotten pretty angry. But it didn’t matter now.

As they drove up to the house, Poe’s eyes widened. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t a little idyllic house in the country. He’d been assuming that Finn would be downtown in an apartment building. But this?

He couldn’t help but smile a little.

“You really got your escape, huh? Yeah. Give me the tour.”

It was actually good to know that it hadn't felt like a year to Poe. He still remembered what life was really like, at least. It would help him come back to it.

But anyway, Finn's smile stayed. This was his escape, wasn't it? He hoped it could be the same for Poe.

The front door opened into the living with the adjoining kitchen tucked to the side. Bookshelves, television, all of the typical things that Finn pointed out with a soft, happy smile. He led Poe down the hall, pointing out the bathroom, his room, and- "This one's yours."

The second bedroom had been nothing prior to this. He considered putting workout equipment in it but couldn't afford it. Then maybe a place for storage but he didn't have enough items to store. Now it had a bed on one side, couch to the other, closet and dresser and desk with a window looking out to the kept but untouched backyard- "Any other furniture you want, we can get. Or we can move some things out of here, move stuff around, paint the walls-" Finn shrugged. "It's yours to do what you want. What do you think?"

It wasn't much but it was something, at least.

Poe had been expecting a couch, maybe. Somewhere to crash while the lawyers figured out to bring him back from the legally dead. He wasn't expecting this.

It stalled him, for a second, blinking at the room. He couldn't imagine Finn had the room set up like this all the time - after all, he didn't have any family here, and only a year in which to make friends. While he had no doubt that Finn made friends fast, a guest room was still a lot.

And painting the walls suggested --

"It's great," he said, forcing a smile to his lips. "But you don't have to go so far out of your way for me, Finn. I'm sure I'll be back on active duty, soon."

"I hope so," he replied, truly sincere. "Nah, scratch that. They definitely will after the things you've managed." Since Poe wanted so badly to get back into it, Finn didn't see why they wouldn't let him after some time had passed. At least, he really hoped so.

Still, he shrugged again, glancing at the room. "Until then, I want you to feel comfortable, no matter how long you stay. I wasn't using the space, anyway."

Like he'd give the guy that changed his life just a couch.

"Thanks, Finn." He gave the man a smile and then reached an arm around his shoulders, giving him a sideways, one-armed hug before stepping into the room to give it a closer look over. He put his bag down on the bed.

Paint the walls, huh.

Just how long did Leia expect him to be a civilian?

He turned back to Finn, no evidence of unease on his face.

"Okay, you said something about clothes, maybe?'

"The dresser," he said, nodding to it. "Whatever you don't want, we'll bag up. I'll drop it off for donations tomorrow. Actually-"

He felt like he needed to stop hovering, honestly, let Poe relax in the first privacy he'd encountered since coming back. Yet, Finn was worried. Of course, he was worried. He was desperate to hover. But he could force himself to be a little gracious.

"-I'll go get one. Give you a minute to settle. You good?"

"I'm sure it's all fine. We're about the same size." An amused look. "But yeah, I'm good."

He didn't even wait for Finn to leave before he was pulling off the uniform, all too happy to toss the camo shirt onto the bed as he padded over to the dresser and opened it up. His back was littered with scars, more than he could actually explain - even with the torture that Finn had rescued him from.

Finn did see the scars on his back. There wasn't anything he could say or do about that, though, and just left Poe to his own devices.

Once he was in the kitchen, Finn stopped to take a deep breath, hardly believing what was happening. Poe Dameron was not only alive but in his home. It was a thought he'd been trying to get used to ever since they found him but it was still a little like a dream. Impossible by all rights.

The scars, though. What the hell had happened to him? Capture, surely. Right?

So Finn took his time retrieving a bag, reappearing a few moments later at Poe's door. "So, what's the verdict?"

By the time Finn was back, Poe was fully dressed again, in jeans and a warm cream shirt, and he offered Finn a smile.

"Fits good. Pants aren't as tight as I'd like, but other than that, I think we're alright." He gestured to himself as if asking for approval, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at Finn. He wet his lips, clearly deliberating for a moment, before continuing:

"Look, uh... Finn, I'm really glad to be here, and I'm really glad that you're here, but I gotta ask... There's a reason they sent me here, isn't there. Rather than back to barracks."

Finn smiled his approval rather than saying anything, just happy to see Poe looking somewhat genuinely happy. When he sat on his bed, though, the smile faded. Finn didn't join him, but he tossed the bag on the desk and leaned against the doorframe instead.

"They aren't telling me everything." Clearly. Finn wasn't exactly Poe's family. Plus, considering where he was from, he wasn't entirely trusted either. "What they did tell me is that they think you'll be more comfortable off base with someone you know. Or, at least, with a familiar face." Could they really claim to know each other? Finn couldn't really deny his connection, but- Never mind, not the point. "They think your memories might come more naturally if you aren't under pressure, let you deal with whatever happened a little easier."

He kind of assumed Poe had been told at least that much. "I know it's basically treating you with kid gloves, but at least the prodding's stopped, right?"

Poe sighed, putting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward as he clasped his hands together.

"Yeah. The prodding's stopped. I'm supposed to go in twice a week for 'further examinations', though."

They'd told Finn basically what they'd told him, even if Leia had made it sound more like she thought this was convenient more than anything else.

"Look, I... I know what everyone thinks, but there's nothing there. There's not even a sense of a lack of time. One minute we were crashing, the next I was on that beach. I can't explain why it took so long, but it's not..." He frowned, looking down at the ground. "I really don't think it's going to be something I'm just randomly going to remember.

Finn was quiet for a moment, debating his answer before, again, deciding on the truth. "Probably not." This doesn't just happen to people, obviously, but with no signs at this point, it was likely that no memories were going to come at all.

He wasn't one of those experts, though. What did he know?

"They're worried about it, though. They don't like not knowing things. And you have to admit, it doesn't really sound like something that happens accidentally or randomly."

But if they never figured out anything, they would probably never let Poe back in the air...

Poe bristled, glaring at the floor before looking off at the window and the calm yard beyond.

"No. It doesn't. Which is why I have no doubt that if General Organa wasn't still around, the prodding would have been less medical and more 'enhanced interrogation', if you know what I mean." Did he sound bitter? Just a bit.

"I don't like not knowing things either, but I dislike being useless more than that."

Finn really, really, wanted to believe that they wouldn't do that to one of their own. As much as this place had become his personal paradise, Finn couldn't bring himself to trust anyone fully. Even General Organa, the only person he had trusted most since getting here, wasn't above suspicion. He took nothing for granted.

So he couldn't argue that they wouldn't have done that to Poe. Just never told Finn that he had lived or any of it. The thought made him glower at the floor, but he forced himself to let it go. That's not the reality, at least. Just what could have happened.

He sighed. "It's not the same, but we'll keep you busy here. You're not useless. To hell with whatever they think."

He looked up at Finn, but wave of gratitude and camaraderie he felt wasn't enough to eclipse his quickly darkening mood.

"... Thanks, Finn." He glared back at the floor.

"If it's alright, I think I just want to collapse and recharge for a while. We can figure out what needs to be done tomorrow."

"Yeah. Of course." He nodded, pushing off of the doorframe. "Help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry. I'll be around, too."

It wasn't like he could blame Poe's dark mood. Not exactly shocking to see either. Finn would probably be more concerned if Poe wasn't upset at all. Time away to recharge would hopefully help.

"Night," he said with a wave and forced himself to walk away. Had to stop lingering one day.

Missing for a Year AU

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