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Finn was scared to open his eyes. 

Scared that, when he did, this whole adventure would reveal itself as a dream, another one of his mental escapes from his much darker reality. 

Scared that Rey, a woman stronger, kinder, and braver than anyone he’d ever known, would turn out to be fake and nothing more. 

Scared that the Jedi were really just figments of imagination, that the great Han Solo never convinced him Luke Skywalker was real, that he’d never really held a lightsaber with his own two hands… 

But most of all, he feared that Poe Dameron, the Resistance pilot who had saved him when it was supposed to be the other way around, had never existed. 

What if he opened his eyes to a reality without Poe’s smile, without his laugh or confidence, or that thing in his voice when he learned Finn was alive? 

Maybe it would be better to just never wake up… but it was too late for that now. 

The first thing he felt was the pain – his whole body ached, throbbed in a dull, rhythmic pattern, making him want to punch something and cry at the same time. 

But the voice he heard made all of his frustration and agony melt away. 

“Finn? Finn, are you awake?” 

Finn opened his eyes to see Poe’s staring back at him, beautiful and threatening to be filled with tears. He realized Poe’s hands were holding his, gentle and comforting, trembling a bit as Poe started to cry. 

Finn reached up weakly and brushed a tear away from Poe’s face, full of a joy the likes of which he’d never known before. 

It hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t been a dream…