Night Changes

Remember

"Rey," At the sound of her name, Rey paused and glanced around to see Leia standing next to the Falcon, waiting. Meeting her kind eyes, she hoped Leia wasn't going to try and convince her not to go again; she'd already told the wise General that she had to find the Wayfinder, that she needed to complete Luke's mission and get to Exegol. Finn, Poe, Chewbacca and C3PO were already on board, waiting for her to join them; it was time to leave.

"Leia?" She stepped toward her mentor, who looked around cautiously before lowering her voice to speak to Rey.

"I need to give you something."

Rey frowned, confused, glancing down to Leia's empty, "What do you mean?"

Leia sighed, her eyes tired. Rey understood—she felt exhausted too. "I can't explain it. And you must keep it to yourself until the moment is right—trust me, you'll know when that is—if you do end up needing to," Leia took hold of Rey's hands, squeezing, "I'll show you, but you must keep it tucked away no matter what."

Seeing the seriousness in Leia''s eyes, Rey swallowed and nodded, "Of course. I promise." She returned the pressure to the General's hands and watched as she reached up and pressed her fingers gently to Rey's temple.

In a brief flash, Rey saw enough to understand.

As he was pushed roughly through the doors to an open hangar with Finn and Chewie, Poe couldn't help but reflect on his life over the past year and a half. He'd had a lot of close calls, even been captured, but this was the first time he felt like he was going to die, as General Hux and a couple of Storm Troopers stood behind them, ready to execute Poe and his friends. He hoped Rey was able to escape, at least.

And Leia could get the news of his death to you. She would make sure you were taken care of for the rest of your life. He had no regrets, no, not with you on some planet far away from all of this and free to raise the baby. He'd done everything he could, fought as hard as possible, but that didn't mean he was guaranteed to live.

Poe tried to picture what the baby might look like, whether they got your smile, his hair. Pain shot through his broken heart that his child would grow with only pictures of him, no memories. He glanced up at Finn, eager to distract himself; he could hear Hux speaking to the Troopers and ignored them.

"What were you going to tell Rey before?"

Finn hesitated, appearing uncomfortable, "You still on that?"

"Oh," Poe frowned at him incredulously, "Is this a bad time?" He just wanted to hear Finn admit aloud he had feelings for Rey. He could sense it between them, especially recently, and thought that they made a good pair. In another life he could see himself with them, you at his side, enjoying a late-night dinner, laughing around a table while the kids pretended to be asleep in their bedrooms.

Nodding, Finn gave Poe a wary look, "It sort of is?" Poe scoffed, shaking his head.

"So I tell you my deepest secrets but right before we're about to die you're locking down on yours?" Poe hadn't just told Finn about you; after he'd confessed your existence, he hadn't been able to stop sharing with his friend, who listened attentively as Poe described his life with you, how he'd love you since he was ten years old.

Finn blanched, and after a pause opened his mouth to respond, only shots went off behind them and they flinched. Poe expected to feel pain, or perhaps nothing if the shot was well placed, only they heard thuds behind them and instead glanced around to find Hux holding a blaster, eyes on the dead Troopers momentarily before he looked up at them.

"I'm the spy." He claimed, a dark smirk on his twisted face, and Poe felt a rush of confused relief—he and Finn exchanged looks as Chewie groaned.

"What?" He exclaimed at the same moment Finn yelled, "You?" In disbelief.