MONOCHROMATIC [A POE DAMERON X READER STORY]

part 3; chapter eleven

"I'll shut down the impeders," Hux said, and you shoved him against the wall. He stumbled to touch the pad to unlock the doors. "You've got seconds."

"There she is," Poe said, looking at the Falcon. "She's a survivor."

You waved Finn in first and then the droids followed. Poe hesitated, not willing to leave you and Hux alone together. You understood without having to hear him or look at him. His hand found yours and you looked at Hux, who could hardly hold his weight up against the wall. He grimaced at you. 

"Just kill me already," he said, venom in his voice. "I know you're dying to pull the trigger on me. Look at your pilot scum, he hasn't taken that weapon off of me since you freed him."

"He has every right to," you said. Finn appeared at your other side now. He pointed his blaster at Hux too. "And so does Finn. You and the First Order will control us no longer."

"If we shoot him, do you think they'll still know he was the rebel spy? And he let us out?" 

"They'll know," you said, and Finn shot him in the leg. He fell to the ground with a cry. "Trust me. He'll be dead in an hour." Your face remained hard and unchanged as you stepped over his bleeding body and walked towards the Falcon. 

As you got inside, Finn ran to the cockpit, Chewbacca right at his heels. Poe stepped up behind you and you let yourself shake the moment he put his hands on your shoulders. You turned, throwing your arms around his neck. He ignored the pain of the blaster wound in his arm and held you tightly. 

"Are you all right?" he asked. You were trembling, so you weren't sure if he could notice that you were shaking your head. But his hands covered the sides of your face and he pushed you back so that he could look at you. Tears dribbled down your cheeks as the reality of the last few minutes set in. "I know, I know. It's okay. Baby, I am so proud of you for fighting as hard as you did..."

You choked out a sound and sniffled. He let you hug him again. "I thought I was going to lose you today, Dameron. I thought... when he dragged me out of that room that I wasn't ever going to see you again."

"I know baby, I know," he said, and he said it over and over again and it overlapped with I love you I love you I love you I love you and promises that you wouldn't have to go through that again. And you were shaking and crying as the Falcon lifted up out of the grip of the First Order. 

"Poe! I need you here so I can grab Rey!" 

Poe pulled back and stroked your cheeks, wiping away all of your tears as he kissed you on the lips, on the jaw, and on the temple. You nodded, telling him that it was okay to go. You needed to pull yourself together. The fight wasn't over yet. As Poe ran to pilot the Falcon and Finn ran to grab Rey, you sank to the floor. BB-8 rolled over to you and leaned forward to comfort you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

D-O bumped against your leg. "Sad or happy?" 

"Relieved," you said at first, but you nodded in thought and added, "Happy," because you knew he was talking about the tears that kept falling down your face. Somehow you had made it, and it felt like you were finally able to see the future that lay before you. 

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"It was a coordinated incursion, Allegiant General," Hux said. Gauze was wrapped around the blaster wound in his leg but his face still leaked blood. He assumed it was from his nose. The blood from his mouth seemed to have dried and caked around the corner of his lips. "They overpowered the guards and forced me to take them to their ship."

"I see," Pryde said, lifting his chin. "And she..."

"Escaped," Hux said, swallowing hard. "She overpowered me and fled with the scum."