Flying Through the Flames || Poe Dameron [The Force Awakens + the Last Jedi]

Burn You Alive

A/N: Man, I'm hyped for this chapter. I hope you all like it!!

- TAAF_

Poe's POV

A week went by. An agonising, abhorrent week.

I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. I could barely function as my mind filled the days of silence with images of all the horrible things that could've been happening to Nyssa whilst I waited.

It had been a week, and no one knew what had happened to her. Everyone noticed when Nyssa wasn't there and the base buzzed with anxiety. Though none could compare to the beast of terror clawing fissures inside me.

My best friend was missing, and not a single person was doing anything about it.

My panic rose to its full height and reared its ugly head when I was called to an audience with General Organa.

"I need you to go retrieve the map, Commander Dameron."

I nearly choked, and found myself unable to form words. I opened my mouth, then promptly shut it as the General continued.

"You leave tonight."

"/W-what?!/" I managed, raking my hand through my hair. "What about sending someone to find Nyssa?"

The General's face was a mask. "Commander Dameron, that is not something we are equipped for at this time."

"Are you even listening to yourself?!" My voice rose, but I sharply silenced myself at the look on Organa's face. I was her subordinate.

Organa stared me down, but I swore something like hurt flashed in those molton brown eyes. Maybe—regret. For the briefest of moments I saw in her eyes what I could see every time I looked in the mirror since Nyssa left.

"You leave tonight," Organa repeated. My very blood screamed in rebellion, but before I could speak she opened her mouth again. "If you're successful, you may take what resources you wish to find Lieutenant Tanager and /bring her home./"

I turned to leave before she could register the silver I was sure now lined my eyes as they burned, but General Organa caught my elbow. "I want her back as much as you do, Poe. We will find her, I know it."

Nyssa's POV

I didn't know how long I'd been in that cell. I'd stopped counting the hours. Days. I just knew the time had come. He on the ship.

He was coming.

I thought I had known true terror before. Thought I had reached my quota of terror for a lifetime as I nearly lost my life, more than once. But all of those experiences vanished from my mind as I sat in that cell, waiting for Kylo Ren. I could barely process the fear that slid through my veins, I could hardly see past the blistering anxiety of not being able to move, or defend myself if I had to.

I could feel him before he stepped into the rom. Could feel his steps halfway across the ship. The lazy, arrogant steps as he made his way around, just as he had years ago. As he'd stepped over the bodies of our—my—friends.

I swore flames curled in my blood, the Force in me rising to defend.

The sliding door behind me opened with a swoosh. And in walked Kylo Ren. On instinct, I tensed, nearly hissing at the outright nefariousness of his presence.

Get out, the force in my blood seemed to whisper. Out, out, OUT. Then he reached the front of the chair I was bound in.

I could practically see the look on his face as he beheld mine. Full shock. I knew it was there without him having to take off his ridiculous helmet. I knew what was under there. There was a split second of shock before it shifted to something else entirely.