The door to your quarters on the Resistance base open and you sigh as you hang your jacket up on the wall. Well, it's not your jacket. It's your boyfriend's. Poe Dameron. Maker, even his name sounds dreamy. You take off your boots and unhook the blaster from your leg. You move to set the blaster down on your desk. You turn around and jump out of surprise to see a familiar white and orange BB droid sitting inside your door.
BB-8 beeps a high pitched beep at you and rolls closer.
"Hello to you too little buddy." You say, sitting down on the floor in front of him.
BB-8 beeps and chirps, telling you all about his day and how him and Poe spent the day training the younglings to become new Resistance pilots. You smile at the thought of Poe with kids, but then you chuckle as you remember that the "kids" are teenagers.... who probably mouth back to Poe and get on his nerves. BB-8, sensing your thought about the teenagers, beeps again to confirm your suspicion.
You laugh. "BB, you gotta let me come with you guys next time. I wanna see Poe get all riled up!"
BB-8 chirps with laugher with you and your holopad lights up. General Organa's face pops up and you smile.
"Y/N, report to the hangar right away. Something's happened and-" The General commands, worry spreading across her face.
The smile drops from your face and you bolt out the door not bothering to hear the rest of the message, BB-8 close on your heels. You arrive at the hangar in record time, panting as you reach General Organa.
The General gives a kind smile.
"Y/N, I'm so happy you could make it!"
"General, where's Poe?" You ask, head spinning to find your boyfriend.
"Y/N Commander Dameron is fine. He's in the med bay." The General says, reaching towards you.
Your eyes widen.
"The med bay? Oh maker." You mumble before running out with BB-8 close on your heels again.
You enter the med bay this time only slightly out of breath. Your eyes scan the mostly empty room and they land on your boyfriend.
However, Poe isn't in the bed thank Gods.
Poe sits in a chair next to a young boy that is asleep in the bed. The boy looks to be about 8 with wavy brown hair and pale skin. The bags under his eyes give away his fatigue and his small, fragile hand is wrapped in Poe's big ones.
BB-8 chirps and rolls over to Poe beeping wildly. Poe shushes the droid and looks up to see you standing there, flustered from the run.
Poe smiles and waves you over. You sit down in the chair next to Poe and rub his arm comfortingly. You stay like that for a minute, watching the young boy take deep breaths in his sleep.
"What happened?" You ask quietly.
Poe sighs.
"We were doing some basic control reviews and he got to close to the X-Wing. Another kid accidentally pushed a button and the wings expanded and it hit him in the neck. He passed out from the impact, but the doctors said he'd make a full recovery in the next couple of days. Nothing broken, just a fractured wrist from the fall and some bruises." Poe answers quietly.
You nod looking at the boy's neck to see some discoloration starting to appear.
"What's his name?" You ask, breaking your gaze from the child.
"Jeremiah Williams. His parents were mechanics that volunteered at the Battle of Kestro. They didn't make it back." Poe answers, taking your hand.
You squeeze his hand, a comforting sign.
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Poe Dameron Oneshots/Imagines
FanfictionI've recently finished the Star Wars saga and needless to say, I'm desperately in love with Poe Dameron. That's all. Some fluff, maybe some smut (I only usually read it), maybe some cute family AUs or something idk we'll see!
