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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 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.

The next few days passed by relatively uneventfully. Around Finn, Poe did his best to keep up a good face, but it was obvious that he was retreating into himself, and that his moods were getting darker. He was holding it together, though. Until he had to go for his next evaluation.

When the car dropped him back off at Finn's house, he was furious. He didn't even go inside, just stalked right into the back yard, grabbing a hatchet. Fire wood. He was going to make some god damned fire wood.

Finn was just getting more and more worried about Poe but he didn't show it. The other hardly needed more people treating him like that. If anything, he needed some responsibility or something. Anything to get his mind off of all this if only for a moment.

When he heard the car and Poe didn't immediately come in, Finn got... even more concerned. It took him a moment to peak out the right window only to find Poe with a hatchet, looking several different shades of pissed.

Should he approach? His fingers drummed on the wall for a second, caught on indecision... "Ah, fuck it," he murmured, opening the back door and hovering near the house. Not that he didn't trust Poe, but he wasn't planning on getting close while the other was angrily swinging that thing around. "What happened?"

Crack went the wood as he split it open with a heavy swing, almost a retort to the question before Poe even really registered it.

He looked up at Finn, his expression still dark but with a tinge of shame, as he grabbed the next piece of wood.

"I'm grounded."

He swung again. Crack! and two pieces of wood clattered apart from each other.

"They won't even give me my driver's lisence back. They said I'm volatile just because I was getting fucking pissed off with everyone treating me like a fucking science experiment."

Okay. Okay, being grounded wasn't all that shocking, honestly. At least for right now. But his driver's license, too? They had to see that taking his independence away wasn't going to help.

"How do they expect you to not be angry?" Poe had every right to be upset, but they were taking it too far... Weren't they? "Never mind. Why would they think going that far was a good idea? What did you tell them?"

"I may have told the psychologist that if he didn't let me back in the driver's seat that I would just steal his car and run him over."

Crack!

He left the hatchet buried in the wood and turned fully to face Finn.

"But I didn't mean it! He was just - They keep asking me things I can't answer and not accepting that I don't know! They probably think I'm some fucking - brainwashed spy or something - I don't know. Talking about me like I don't care what happened to me - of course I do, but I have to fucking live now, don't I? I'm not a danger to anyone, I've never hurt a civilian in my life!"

He was getting angrier as he spoke, and suddenly a woodchip flew up off the ground behind him and embedded itself in a tree.

He... thought he saw-... Must have been a bird. Finn didn't spare much time on whatever that could have been, especially seeing as Poe was just riling himself up.

"Psychologists get weird with talk like that. They just don't know you." Poe really shouldn't have said it, though, no matter how frustrating this was. But their continuous questions-... It did sound like an interrogation rather than actually helping him.

"It just-" He paused and sighed. "This'll take time, but it won't be forever. They'll eventually understand and back off. It'll just take more than a few days."

"It won't be just a few days!" Poe snapped back, furious, but not with Finn. He hated even being furious at Finn, but it couldn't be helped.

He balled his fists at his sides, as little wood chips began to shake and scatter at his feet.

"He revokes my license and I have to go through the whole process again! Even if he says I'm fit for it tomorrow, it'll be months before I have my full license again. Let alone flying. They're going to just keep me out of the fucking air because they didn't do their own fucking jobs and find me when they thought I was dead!"

Another wood chip flew out the other side, clattering into the woods. Then another. They were starting to hover around his ankles, now, but he was too upset to notice.

"They didn't even bother trying to find a piece of me to put in that god damned casket!"

Finn ignored the second wood chip, walking forward when he realized what the anger was really about. And, again, Poe was justified. If anything, he needed the outlet.

The third chip, though, made him take notice. Were those bugs? His eyes followed the source, finding them floating around Poe's feet.

He froze. At least from his angle, those didn't look like bugs. But that couldn't be. He was seeing things. "Poe-"

“What,” he snapped, sending the chips out in a wave from him, scattering across the ground.

By the time he looked down to follow Finn’s eye line, they were gone, and he felt guilty.

“Sorry, it’s- it’s not you. Okay? I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

He jumped when Poe snapped, when the wood chips skittered over the ground. Those were definitely wood chips. They- They had to be, right? That wasn't bugs.

And Poe hadn't seen it? Wait, did Poe do that?

No. No, no. That's impossible.

"Hold on, I- You're okay. It's okay. I just thought- You didn't see that?" He walked over to one of the chips that had scattered, picking it up and examining it on all sides. That couldn't have just happened. And Poe would never believe him, anyway. He wasn't sure he believed it.

“See what?” Poe asked, irritably, watching as Finn seemingly was trying to change the subject to wood chips.

He pulled the hatchet free from the stump again.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter, Finn. I’m just lodged in beurocracy. I wonder if they’re trying to convince Leia to just skip to the ending and lock me up.”

He was crazy. That's all it was. He was crazy.

Except right now, he was going crazy at the expense of Poe's feelings. "No, no. It matters. I'm sorry." He fisted the wood chip and walked to Poe, stopping beside him. He didn't have time to be seeing things that weren't there. "You've got every right to be pissed off. Just- I know this sounds awful, but just try to have some patience, okay? You're here, you're alive. The rest will work out in time."

Then he glanced at the wood chip in his hand and apologized again. "Sorry, I... thought I saw something ridiculous. I didn't mean to get distracted."

"It's my life, Finn," Poe said as he grabbed another block of wood to put on the stump. "Being patience doesn't matter for shit when everyone else is perfectly willing to put my life on hold as long as they feel like. I just want to fly again."

He looked back at Finn, frowning, brows furrowed. "What do you mean, something ridiculous?"

No control over his life... And Finn's own home was being used in this as a sort of prison. Finn was being used in controlling him.

But it couldn't last. This had to end eventually, right?

He had nothing to add, knowing that Poe was right. Instead, he sighed and looked down at the wood chip again. "I thought I saw these flying through the air. It's probably just-" Hunger? Stress? A damn stroke? "-me going crazy. Forget it. You, uh-... You want company?"

Poe's brows knitted but he didn't really understand what Finn was talking about. The wood chips?

"I probably just stepped on them funny, or something." He put the hatchet down and walked over to Finn, looking a little concerned.

"Are you okay?" Because he hadn't really wanted company, but if something was wrong with Finn...

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." He pocketed it, though, not really thinking about the action. "Just... a lot going on, obviously.

"Look, I can help you out here or get started on dinner, let you breathe alone for a minute." Because if Finn wanted anything, it was for the wood chip conversation to drop.

Poe sighed, frowning at him but eventually looking back at the axe.

"... You go get dinner started. I'll be in after a few minutes. I just... need to blow off some steam, that's all."

He didn't want Poe to think that he couldn't vent to him but he also agreed that blowing off steam couldn't hurt. "Take your time," he said before heading back inside, the wood chip oddly heavy in his pocket. But it was nothing. That had been stress or bugs or light or anything.

A few more days passed, and Finn almost managed to forget that had ever happened at all. There were too many other things going on for him to dwell on the impossible. Yet here he was, standing in the living room in the middle of the night, trying to convince himself that he was still dreaming.

He had gotten up for- He couldn't even remember anymore. Regardless, it was to find Poe passed out on the couch instead of in his room. The body in the dark was easy to identify but everything else had taken him a minute. It was random objects - pens, paper, junk mail, his car keys, a couple of throw pillows - floating. Just floating in the air, gently moving up and down in the same rhythm of Poe's breathing.

This couldn't be real. He was dreaming or- or sleepwalking. He tapped a pillow, watching it spin on an imaginary axis. If- If this was real, and it wasn't, then this must be Poe's doing. Somehow.

Finn blinked hard a couple of times before pushing through orbit of random things, walking to the couch to shake Poe's shoulder, trying to sound at least a little gentle. "Poe? Poe, wake up."

He didn't start awake, which was good. Instead he stirred, blinking blearily -

And then suddenly everything came crashing down to the floor, clanging and rattling and falling over itself.

Poe sat bolt upright at the sound, reaching for a gun that wasn't there and swearing up a storm.

Interesting, he didn't swear at Finn. He didn't even look at Finn. Instead: "What the fuck keeps doing that?"

Oh.

Oh no.

Poe did not just say that.

"Keeps doing what?" Finn asked in a slight tone of horror. Had this happened before? Had this been happening? He liked this better when being crazy was his best guess.

"I thought there was some kind of rodent living in my room or a raccoon or something because it keeps waking me up by throwing shit around. I knew it wasn't you because you're never there, but I - fuck."

He glared around and then ducked under the couch to look. "I don't believe in ghosts, Finn."

Though maybe that was more to himself, than to Finn.

"It's not a ghost."

Poe was never going to believe him. Finn still didn't believe it! He glanced around as if an answer was going to suddenly pop out but-

With a tightlipped grimace, he shifted and looked back at Poe. "You remember what happened the other day with the wood chips? When I said they- they were floating?"

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