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. 

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[hatejakku]

Finn understood that Poe risked his life for people, he usually would have done the same, but Kylo Ren? Really?

If Poe hadn't done it, Finn would have, which just made him more irritated. This whole damn moon was awful. "Come on! We gotta go!" he yelled back to the pair, trying to start flight procedures in the pod so they could lift off as soon as possible. He didn't know much about flying but he could at least get that much done.

When he turned back around to see what was taking so long, Finn realized Kylo wasn't pulling his own weight... He must be injured, which made it all worse. Finn ran back to the airlock just as the two fell inside, the door sealing shut behind them and silence pervading.

He was breathing hard, the humid, sticky air pressing against his lungs... Right, okay. Keep moving. His hand grasped Kylo's shoulder, trying to move him off Poe. "Hey, you awake? Let me heal you."

[photophobic]

Kylo was furious.

It was necessary to be furious, to lean on fury to breathe— his senses were singing in all the violently discordant harmonies of pain so brightly it was near impossible to perceive anything beyond it otherwise.

He could feel his grip, deathly tight on the hilt of his lightsaber even after he'd extinguished the crackling blade. He felt too the howling despair of his felled enemy, its overlong limbs folding and crumpling unnaturally as it collapsed into death. He felt the distant, soaring rush of a triumph hard won...
and the confusion, as Dameron's arms locked around his broken body and began dragging him backwards, away, pulling him from the certainty of his own end here on this barren rock and towards safety.

His eyes were wild, breaths little more than ragged gasps torn from air so thick it felt liquid as the two of them tumbled over the threshold. This was worse, in some ways, than the injuries he'd sustained on Starkiller. He could feel himself bleeding out, his strength melting away- and when the former stormtrooper gripped at his shoulder it was almost more than he could do to hiss out his pain and anger between his teeth.

Offering resistance wasn't even an option.

[flightforfreedom]

“Just do it,” Poe wheezed from under Kylo’s weight, time finally returning to its normal pace. “He’s lost a lot of blood - I know because half of it is on me.”

He grunted as he tried to pull himself out from under the other man.

“I can get us out of here if we can just - Please, Finn—“

[hatejakku]

Okay, yeah. He could see now how bad the injuries really were.

Finn grunted as he pulled Kylo to the side and off of Poe, tearing through what remained of the shirt so he could find the wound. He wasn't very gentle about it, not that he ever was when the situation was this critical, but he also didn't feel sorry either.

"Hold still," he muttered beneath his breath, almost more to himself than Kylo, before lightly pressing his hands against the wound and slowly healing it from his chest down. As everything stitched back together, he realized the end of the wound went beneath his waist. That's fine. He'll handle it when he got to it.

[photophobic]

Kylo seethed and gasped, practically delirious as Finn dragged him aside and began stripping him out of his clothing- the fabric giving away all too easily where the monstrous insectoid creature had slashed it with its bladed forelimbs. Black, of course, hid the worst of the staining, but the material was soaked to saturation with blood.

Being healed under Finn's hands wasn't anything like surrendering to the attentions of a medical droid. Kylo could almost feel the process, the application of willpower drawing the edges of his wound together, rejoining and repairing his body on such an intimately minute scale...

He sucked in a shuddering breath, glassy eyes attempting to focus. The irony of FN-2187 being the one knitting him back together after their previous encounter on Starkiller was, for the moment, entirely lost on him.

[flightforfreedom]

He stumbled as he tried to right himself out from under Kylo's weight, but even without the pressure on his chest, it still felt hard to breathe. Like the air was too thick, and his lungs just weren't taking all of it in.

He tried not to look back at Finn doubled over Kylo's body, at the torn fabric and the bright pale flesh marked by deep crimson and frayed black fragments.

Focus, Poe. Focus.

He lurched to the controls and through him down in the seat. No fucking window. Great? Great. The controls basically ammounted to 'blast off, then sit down and shut the fuck up while the computer puts you into a stable orbit'. He swore under his breath, but slammed the ejector release button, the whole thing lurching as they launched away from the moon base. At least it had been outfitted with some anti-grav tech. That was a relief. He picked up the comm.

"Mayday, mayday, this is Captain Poe Dameron of the US Air Force, on a life boat from the Lunar Module Station. Requesting immediate assistance. I repeat, mayday, mayday, this is Captain Poe Dameron--"

[hatejakku]

The irony was not lost on Finn, though he tried to push it further away every time the thought wanted to remind him. He'd made it to the lower waist without losing his resolve or energy even if his hands were covered in blood. At this point, the wound seemed shallower, so he was much more relieved that Kylo's life wasn't presently in danger anymore.

He shook his head to focus, figuring the adrenaline must have been getting to him another way. It was difficult to breath, the environment and recycled air suddenly stifling. Even Poe's voice seemed so far away. He forced himself to blink hard and refocus on the task, not allowing his hands or eyes to stray into those baffling corners.

Putting his attention there and nowhere else, he struggled with the rip in Kylo's pants to get it open enough for him to heal the rest of the damage. It was just weird to have to fight to keeps his mind on the subject, even while he ignored everywhere else it wanted to go.