Poe Dameron [One-Shots]

#23 Is He Alive? [Part 1]

[Request from FennaB11 Love ya Girl!]

Poe was flying low and fast. So low in fact that his x-wing, Black One, was pretty much hugging the strangely colored dirt and of the planet he was currently on. Well, flying on. He was also low enough that he was having a hard time dodging the plant life that was grew thickly over the planets entire surface. The fauna also made it incredibly difficult to see very far ahead, and at the high speeds he was traveling it was nigh impossible to see much of anything anyways. But that is why they called him the best pilot in the Resistance.

An opposing Tie fighter came out of nowhere, and Poe desperately tried to pull up, yanking on the stick quickly, and his ship responded. Black One's nose came up and the fighter started moving in the direction of the open sky, but the forward momentum was to much to overcome in a single instant. Poe's fighter continued to move forward even though it was angled up. The Tie fighter, though it was a more maneuverable ship, was obviously piloted by a less experienced trooper, and it crashed into the now exposed underbelly of Black One.

Poe hollered in surprise, and it was picked up by the comm for a split second before the force of the crash, and the resulting explosion, destroyed the signal.

The people monitoring the comms didn't know what had happened. They quickly sent someone to cross check if they were still receiving a signal for the ship itself, and when the answer came back negative, they called up one of the medical/rescue teams to go and search the area where the signal had cut out.

General Leia, buzzed you on your communicator. She was aware that you and Poe were close. You guys weren't really a thing yet as far as you were aware, but you had definitely noticed the man. If the feelings were reciprocated you weren't quite sure. Anyways, you quickly answered the call.

"Poe's ship just went down." The General said without preamble. "We are sending out a Medical/Rescue team right now, If you run you might be able to make it to the transport in time."

For a second you didn't quite get what she meant, and then your brain caught up with the words that had been rapidly fired off at it. "Is that all we know right now?" you asked, trying to keep a level head, even as your emotions pretty much exploded. You took off at a sprint towards the hangar.

"Yes. As soon we hear anything we will be relaying it to the team. Good luck." and then she cut off the call, needing to return to her other impending duties as a General.

Turns out you made it just in time, jumping up onto the ramp of the transport as it was beginning to close. The M/R team turned to look at you and then after quickly clearing you to accompany them, took off and headed for the little blip on a screen that signified the last known location of Commander Poe Dameron.

After what felt like ages to you, the transport finally landed. The team had briefed you on the technique they were going to use to locate the crash site, and so all of you fanned out and began combing through the dense undergrowth. You had asked if there would be smoke but, they told you that it was probably gone by now and that once you hit the ground you wouldn't be able to see far enough to follow that anyways.

After a while, you found yourself walking alone. The team had given you a comm that was linked to their own so you could call them over if you were the one that found him. And as it just so happens, you do find him. [cause this really is just a fan fiction and I could be cruel and kill Poe but that would be no fun, right?... Am i that cruel?... Um,... read on to find out!]

At first you weren't sure, but you thought you saw something black out of the corner of your eye, and turned to inspect it. You pushed your way through the foliage as fast as you could go, which wasn't very fast, and came upon the crash site.

The fighter was sitting on its right side, propped against what passed for a tree on this planet, the wings folded and crushed underneath it. There was also the remains of a tie fighter sitting among the heap of twisted metal, intermingled with colorful shredded plants, some of which had turned black and ashy.

The clearing, if it could be called that, was really just a patch of dirt, that had been scraped partially clean by the tumbling fighter as it careened through the dense undergrowth.

You let out a cry, and ripped your new comm out of your pocket, shakily calling in the team as you scrambled your way to the other side of the fighter.

"Guys, I found it." you said.

The reply was quick and to the point. "Is the Commander there? Is he alive?"

"I don't know yet." you said finally making it around the side of the x-wing and gasping, the top of the fighter was just as battered as its underbelly. It was misshapen and scarred by both the dirt and the evidence of a brief fire.

The canopy was cracked and missing most of it-s clear dura-steel. Even then you could only barely make out the faint shape of a body still strapped tightly to the seat. All of this you took in in less than an instant, and you were running towards the destroyed fighter before you knew what you were doing, and you didn't even hear the response from the M/R team, much less even remember that you had been talking to them.

"We are enroute to your position. Hang tight." You dropped the comm to climb as best you could onto the lopsided remains of Poe's prized fighter, and gasped when your hands touched still hot metal. You muscled through it, and pulled at the canopy, hoping that it had not been smashed into place. Thankfully you were able to remove it.

The sight that greeted you was one that you would never forget. A relatively small piece of the tie fighter had smashed through the windshield and hit Poe in the chest. His head was leaning to the side, gravity pulling it down. His helmet was cracked and there was blood slowly seeping through the heavy material of his orange flight suit and contrasted eerily with the white vest out of which a black and gray chuck of razor sharp shrapnel protruded.

You lowered yourself into the cockpit and sat as best you could on the side of the control panel. You held back your tears and gingerly placed two fingers on Poe's neck checking for a pulse.

After a few moments you let out a breath you had been holding and almost sobbed with relief. He was still alive. You took your vibroblade out of its small sheath around your ankle, and carefully cut a path through both the vest and the flight suit. You worked slowly so as not to jar the metal spear in Poe's chest and cause more damage. You pulled the material away from the wound, and you knew that if you didn't do something Poe wasn't going to last more than another few moments.

You pulled the broken helmet off his head, there was blood there too. You placed a hand on his cheek before putting one hand next to the shrapnel, bracing against Poe's body, and your other gripped around the sharp metal and quickly pulling it out.

to be continued...

A/N

Sorry for being gone so long guys! been really busy lately. Anyways, I'm not dead! So that's great!

And I'm just a little cruel. This is a request chapter, and I split it into two, so I love ya FennaB11 but sometimes a little low grade torture is fun. :)