Finn/Poe/Kylo Moon Pod Adventure

[flightforfreedom]

 It was as if time had slowed to a crawl.

This wasn't a new feeling, for Poe. It was more like a liminal space that he sometimes slipped into where nothing felt quite as it usually did, and he didn't feel quite how he usually did. He didn't actually think about it much, because part of the make up of this space was that thought had little to do with it at all. It was almost a meditation, a stillness and a clarity that came very rarely but when it did he was able to follow his instincts and move much faster than he would otherwise.

If he had the vocabulary to consider it, he would call it battlefield meditation. A focus so precise that nothing else mattered than the thing he was trying to do in the moment, even if the rest of the universe was blowing up around him. Even if the ship was blowing up around him. 

Maybe, if anyone bothered to explain it to him that way, they would call it the Force.

But as it was, Poe wasn't actually thinking about it at all. The only thing Poe was thinking about was his task. His task of dragging a man half again his size away from a giant collapsing and dying mutated creature, with the sound of more screaming from down the hall. A man that two years ago he is sure he would have left to die, but now, for reasons he's never been able to articulate, he can't. 

He could hear Finn yelling behind him, but his voice sounded twice as slow as it should, and far less audible than the thump of Poe's own blood in his ears, as he tried not to let his hands slip in Ren's. 

He was so focused he barely even noticed as he nearly tripped getting into the doorway, as he pulled Kylo's body through the air lock and then collapsed under him as the lock hissed shut.