•LEGACY - A Reylo Story•

EPISODE LXIII - FAMILY: PART 2

Banished to the cockpit and/or the corridor, Finn watches as Lando informs Chewie that Rey's in labor. The Wookiee sits silent, shocked.

"Leia's with her," Luke clarifies.

Chewie bobbles his head as if to say, oh, okay then.

Luke puts his hand on Finn's shoulder as another scream erupts. "Can we talk?"

Finn nods.

Once in the corridor, Luke swallows hard. Finn has a hard time processing. This is my father.

I do have a family.

Leia's his aunt. Ben, his cousin.

"What was my mother like?" he blurts out.

Luke nods to himself. "She was smart. And brave. And beautiful. We met in Maz's cantina... she was dancing..." Memories pour from Luke's lips, washing through Finn as he tries to concoct the image of a woman he always knew existed, but now knows her name. Nishi.

"She left because she knew I would have left the Jedi way for her," Luke says. "I never knew she was pregnant."

Finn nods, emotions coursing through him, rushing and cascading and churning, bubbling to overflow. "The Jedi way is stupid, then," he finally says. And he's not sorry.

Luke shrugs. "It wasn't worth it."

"Why does protecting the galaxy mean giving so much up?" Finn demands. "I mean, I get that it's got to involve sacrifice. That's obvious. But shouldn't each Jedi be able to make their own decision? Like about whether to pursue a relationship?" He thinks of Poe.

"I agree," Luke says, looking at Finn. "I'm so sorry."

"What happened wasn't your fault," Finn clarifies.

"No, it was. Partially. The ghosts are right about many things, but not everything. Yoda told me my father was too far gone. He wasn't. I mean, clearly, even Obi-Wan couldn't live by the rules forever. And if my father had had Jedi support, none of this might ever have happened. But it did happen, and regretting all of that—it's not going to help." Luke swallows. "I want to make a new way for the Jedi, from now on. With a greater focus on personal responsibility, and choice. If Rey and Ben want to continue to train, as I suspect they will, they're welcome to. And their child will be able to make his or her own choice. And you, Finn, you can choose too. If you want to."

Rey cries out again. Finn flinches. "I want to train as a Jedi," he agrees. "I also want to pursue something... with someone."

Luke leans against the wall and smiles. "Are you talking about Poe?"

"Yeah," Finn says. "Yeah, I am."

"Good. The man's been in love with you since well before I met you, I'm guessing."

Finn smirks and reaches out. "Can I—can we—?"

Luke wraps Finn up in his arms. Father. It'll be weird getting used to that term, and yet Finn feels that Luke won't pressure him about using it.

He'd like to use it, though. Eventually.

"Can you ask Poe to come here?" Finn requests.

His father nods.

Poe appears minutes latter, bruises still marring his face. "Hey, buddy."

Finn kisses him. "He's not going to make me choose."

"What?" Poe blinks. The air feels suddenly warmer, more alive. Rey screams again.

"Between being a Jedi, and being with you."

Poe's face caves into something so vulnerable, so beautiful, that Finn doesn't know how he ever feared talking to Poe about how he felt. "You want to be with me?" Poe repeats.

"I do," he confirms.

Poe cups his hand around the back of Finn's head and draws him closer. Are his eyes shining? Finn wonders.

They kiss again, and even with Rey's screams in the background, Finn feels so whole, so right, so at home, that raw wounds of that's happened to him—the numerous atrocities he committed as a stormtrooper, the hours of Hux's voice droning on and on, the cowardly way he tried to run on Takodana, everything that he's ever been ashamed of—feel healed, and he isn't ashamed of the scars.