“It really has to do with learning. Children teach you compassion. They teach you to love unconditionally. Anakin can’t be redeemed for all the pain and suffering he’s caused. He doesn’t right the wrongs, but he stops the horror. The end of the Saga is simply Anakin saying: ‘I care about this person, regardless of what it means to me. I will throw away everything that I have, everything that I have grown to love - primarily the Emperor - and throw away my life, to save this person. And I’m doing this because he has faith in me, loves me despite all the horrible things I’ve done. I broke his mother’s heart, but he still cares about me, and I can’t let that die’.” - George Lucas
TITLE: BB-8: Matchmaker
PAIRING: Poe/OC
RATING: T
CHAPTER: One-shot
SUMMARY: There’s a new medic working for the Resistance and she has here own BB unit.
[A/N - I can’t believe I’m writing Star Wars fanfiction now. I blame Pedro and Oscar.]
Poe stood in the hanger with BB-8. New recruits were arriving today and the General was busy, so it fell to Poe to greet them.
The transport vessel landed in the hanger and the recruits unloaded.
“Welcome to the Raddus! I am Commander Poe Dameron. The General could not be here today. Proceed to your assignments.”
The recruits scattered until there was a lone one. She stepped off the vessel, her own BB unit trailing beside her.
Poe could hear BB-8 beeping excitedly next to him as she disappeared down one of the corridors. “Come on, BB-8,” Poe told him.
BB-8 beeped sadly.
“If you’re good, maybe we can go visit your new girlfriend.”
BB-8 let out some happy beeps and followed his master.
Poe had heard that one of the new recruits was a medic and she was pretty easy on the eyes. It only took a few days for Poe to end up in the infirmary. He stepped inside, hand on his bleeding head. “Hey! Is there anyone in here!” Poe called.
A young woman came rushing towards him and Poe noticed it was the young woman from earlier in the week.
“Hey, you’re new,” Poe said.
She smiled. “Yes. I’m Loule Narrkel, but you can call me Lou.” Lou guided him over a bench.
“I’m Poe.”
Lou laughed. “I know. I met you the first day remember? Commander Poe Dameron.”
“Oh yeah.”
“How hard did you hit your head?” She gently cleaned the wound on his head. “So how did you bust your head up so badly?”
“Well I was working on my X-Wing and BB-8 started beeping like crazy. I kinda forgot where I was and jerked my head up. Hence the cut on my head.”
“Oh, so the cute orange and white droid is yours? I’ve seen him around.”
“I noticed you have one too.”
“Yeah. BB-3, c’mere darling.” Her droid came rolling towards her. “She’s been with me since I was a child.”
BB-3 was a standard BB unit, but where BB-8 was orange, BB-3 was blue.
“She’s cute,” Poe told her.
BB-8 rolled up to her and BB-3 rolled behind her master’s legs.
“Sorry. She’s a bit shy,” Lou explained.
“How do you know it’s a she?”
“How do you know BB-8’s a guy?”
Poe laughed. “Touché.”
Lou sprayed some batca spray on the cut and said, “There. All fixed up.”
Poe reached back and touched the tender spot, only to have Lou slap his hand. “Thanks. C’mon BB-8.”
BB-8 rolled towards his master slowly, looking back at BB-3.
The two left the infirmary and Lou looked down at her droid. “Well that wasn’t very nice, was it?”
BB-3 beeped sadly at her.
“I know you miss home, but this is our home now.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Poe ended up in the infirmary a lot more often since Lou arrived. Most of the time, it was because BB-8 tripped him while he was walking.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” Poe told Lou as she cleaned yet another cut.
Most of them were minor, but they were better than the gash he had come in with the first time. When he walked in, BB-8 had immediately rolled up to BB-3 and started beeping softly.
BB-3 had slowly come around to Poe and BB-8.
“I think your droid likes mine. You know, he can come see her whenever he wants to instead of having to injure you all the time. You’re done.”
Poe stood up and started to walk away when BB-8 rolled into his legs. “Stop it!” Poe hissed at him.
BB-8 beeped angrily at him.
“No.”
The droid didn’t listen and pushed him towards Lou.
Lou was cleaning up her workspace when BB-3 started beeping at her master. “What? What is it?”
Lou spun around and all but fell into Poe’s arms. She blushed as she tried pulled away, but BB-3 rammed her ankles. “Ow. Stop it!” she snapped.
Poe tried to do the same, but BB-8 pushed him back towards Lou. “I don’t think they’re going to leave us alone.”
“It seems that way.”
“So…um, do you wanna get dinner sometime?”
Lou blushed. “Uh yeah.”
Poe winked at her. “I’ll make it sure it’s something good.”
“You know, why don’t we just skip dinner?”
Poe looked at her confused until she pressed her lips to his. Poe returned the kiss as the droids at their feet beeped happily.
TITLE: A Million Dreams
PAIRING: Poe/OC
RATING: T
CHAPTER: One-shot
SUMMARY: Kalia get a surprise when she returns to Mandalore.
[A/N - This is the second part of “Rewrite the Stars”.]
A few days after arriving home, Lia became sick.
“The princess is with child,” the healer told Din.
“Thank you.” Din entered his daughter’s chambers.
Lia lay on her side, her cheeks stained with tears as she stared at a picture of Poe. She snapped it when he came back from a mission. His cheeks were flushed with adrenalin and his dark curls were messy and there was a happy sparkle in his eyes.
Din sat next to her on the bed and ran his hand over her hair. “Is it his?”
Lia sniffled, but said nothing.
“Did he see you?”
Lia rolled her eyes and rolled over, facing away from him. “I didn’t break the Creed, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Din sighed. “I just wanted you safe. The baby and you will be safe here.”
“If he dies, I will never forgive you.”
Din kissed the side of her head. “When the baby comes, you’ll understand.”
For much of her pregnancy, Lia was confined to her chambers. It was her choice.
Din had assured her that she had not brought shame to their clan by conceiving out of wedlock. He knew that at the end of the war, the boy would come asking for Lia’s hand in marriage.
But Lia had insisted that she spend her pregnancy in seclusion.
The only person able to offer her any comfort was Grogu. She loved her strange, adopted, green, Jedi brother. In turn she comforted him when his master Luke Skywalker passed away.
General Leia kept her up to date with the status of the war, but she did not mention her pregnancy. Lia spent most of her time crying.
Poe was fighting to make the galaxy a safer place, but he could die before he could even meet his child.
It was a sick twist of fate.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The eve before the end of the war, Lia went into labor. Her father and a midwife were the only two in attendance.
“You can do this, sweetheart,” Din encouraged her.
Lia shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” Din stroked her sweat drenched hair. “You can do this. You a warrior and this baby will be a warrior.”
In the early morning hours, Amara Shara Dameron-Djarin was born.
A guard came running in while Lia was feeding Amara. Her father gently draped some cloth over her exposed shoulder and chest.
“Manda’lor, the Resistance has won. The war is over. We’ve also got a communication.” He pulled out a datapad and pressed on it.
“This is General Poe Dameron of the Resistance. I told you I was coming for you, didn’t I princess?”
Lia let out a watery laugh and kissed her daughter’s head.
“Thank you,” Din said and the guard left.
“They did it. They did it,” Lia breathed. She looked down at Amara. “Your daddy’s coming, ad'ika (little one).”
It took a few days, but soon Poe was landing his X-Wing. He climbed down the ladder and spotted a certain helmet among the crowd waiting for him. He dropped his helmet and started running.
Lia took off running towards him and threw her arms around him. “You’re alive,” Lia cried.
“Of course I am, I had to get to you didn’t I?” he said, pressing his forehead to her helmet.
“Oh! I have someone I want you to meet.” Lia led Poe over to the royal household and took Amara from her nurse. “This is Amara Shara Dameron-Djarin. Your daughter.”
“You…”
Lia nodded. “I was pregnant when they took me. I only found out after I arrived.”
Poe smiled through the tears forming in his eyes. “Her middle name is Shara?”
“I know how important your mother was to you.”
“How…? When…?”
“She’s a couple of days old.”
“I missed it. I missed it by a couple of days.”
Lia rubbed his shoulder. “You’ll be here for the next one.”
Poe smirked. “The next one?”
“Don’t get cocky, Dameron.”
Poe laughed. “Can I hold her?”
“Of course.” Lia laid Amara in Poe’s arms.
“She’s so small,” he whispered.
Lia ran a finger down their daughter’s cheek. “She’ll be a warrior, just like her grandfather.”
“Like her mother.” Poe knew she was blushing beneath her helmet. “God, I wish I could kiss you right now.”
“Later, my love. There’s someone else you should meet.” Lia turned and directed him towards her father.
“Your highness,” Poe said, still cradling his small daughter to his chest.
“There’s no need for formalities now. You are the father of the new heir to the throne. Please, call me Din.”
Poe nodded. “Din.”
Against all odds, Lia and Poe were together again and they could raise their daughter amongst her own people.
