Chasing Stardust ☆ P. Dameron ??

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A couple years before Poe's mom died, his aunt, the sister of his mom, came home from an injury. She, too, fought in the Galactic War, ranking high in command.

But a blaster shot to her torso made her quit fighting, much to her dismay.

Poe didn't mind it, however, having his aunt there. They were close. Once she recovered enough to fly, she would take him up to the sky with her old x-wing that she got to keep.

Having been raised by his aunt while he was young, Poe learned a lot of things he knows now from her.

The biggest lesson his Aunt ever taught him, something she'd always say to him, is that family is always there for you. She'd tell him that if he ever needed anything, to always come to her.

And he had done so, quite a few times actually. She's the reason he got off of Kijimi, but that's a whole other story.

A little before his mom passed away, his aunt left to go on a mission to help out an old friend. But she ended up meeting a guy there, who is now his uncle, and she went with him to travel the galaxy.

He hadn't seen his aunt for a while now. But after he crashed the stolen tie fighter and woke up not able to find his stormtrooper friend, she was the first person he thought of to go to.

So as quickly as he could, he made his way into the nearest town to hitch a ride to his aunt's home.

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"Poe...?" The short, dark haired woman asks as soon as she opens the front door. "What are you doing here?" She asks, visible confusion etched across her face.

"Taking my Aunt's advice. Always to come to family when all else fails." Poe mutters, exhaustion still clinging to him from what he's endured from recent events.

"Oh Poe..." His Aunt Mirah sighs. His eyes meet hers as she looks at her nephew with something of pity or sadness, but it's hard to decipher between the two. She reaches out, grasping him gently by his sleeve.

"Come inside, let's get you cleaned up my sweet boy." She says as she begins ushering Poe inside.

She leads him through her and her husband's house, as they walk, Poe's eyes spot him in the living room, sitting in his usual chair, But he's too tired to acknowledge him verbally, opting to just tip his head down in a nod of acknowledgement, and he does the same.

Mirah led them to the refresher, and immediately she's getting stuff out, seemingly medical supplies for his wounds. She's always been like that, the one to fix people up when they need it.

She wets a washcloth in silence, making sure the water is warm. Poe's standing to her side, somewhat awkwardly as he waits.

Once she turns around with the cloth in her hand, she gives him a reprimanding look, pointing to the counter. "Sit." She demands.

Poe silently obeys, but only leans against the counter, knowing she wouldn't be able to reach him if he were on the counter.

Mirah walks up to stand about a foot away, raising her hand that holds the cloth up to his temple, but pausing before pressing it against him.

"This might sting, but I need to wash the blood off to see the injuries better." She says, about to press it on his head, but pausing once more. "I'm sorry in advance."

Poe's eyes close the instant the cloth touches his face, the water feeling good against his sunburnt skin.

Some of the water dribbles down the side of his face, leaving streaks as the water washes away all of the dirt and grime he's accumulated.

Mirah works in silence, just like she always does when she's treating an injury. It gives Poe a sense of familiarity, something he's been craving. It gives him a sense of home.

Her hand pauses, but she doesn't remove the cloth. The motion causes Poe to open his eyes and lock eyes with his Aunt. Her gaze is soft and caring, much like his mother's was. Her eyes harden as they flash to the gash on his head, but he stays silent as she scans her nephew's face with concentration and concern.

She puts down the wet cloth, replacing it with bacta spray, making Poe grimace as he tries to ignore the thought of what comes next.

Her eyes soften once more, now looking back and forth between his eyes. Mirah huffs out a sigh. "I know you know this hurts like a bitch. Sorry again." She says.

He doesn't respond to her words, only nodding, giving her the go ahead.

The spray is cold on his forehead, then stings and burns as it seeps into his skin, spreading around his head and down to his neck, leaving chills in its place.

He bites his lip from the pain, but forgets about the cut that's on the lower lip. The force of it causes it to crack back open, the smell and taste of blood soon following it.

Mirah notices it bleeding, and grabs the wet cloth, dabbing it on the lip. She drops the cloth into the sink once done, but her hands reach back up, cupping both sides of Poe's face.

"What happened to you, my sweet boy?" She asks quietly.

Her words were soft, caring, and concerned. But instead of replying, Poe's numb resolve fades, and the pain and tears he's been holding back this whole time all surfaces at once, and he breaks.

Mirah lifts her arms to wrap around his neck, pulling his head into the crook of her own neck as sobs begin to wrack his body.

And he finally lets it all out.

I love how vunerable Poe is with Mirah, and I love how sweet Mirah is to Poe.

That's all I have to say.

See ya next chapter!