Per request, here's a Poe and Pát one shot, that fits well into the story without having to rewrite anything.

This takes place a few paragraphs into the last chapter, from Pát's perspective. Enjoy!

Pát watched as Poe climbed up into his X-Wing.

He glanced her way and gave a jaunty salute.

She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet and smiled back.

Ash Angels jumped around in her stomach with the nervousness.  Poe might never return.

What if the First Order got him?  What if he crashed?  What if he were shot down?  What if this Lor San Tekka was a traitor, ready to shoot the bravest and best pilot the Resistance had?  What if...

With her worries turning her head, she missed him flying away.

That could have been the last time she saw him.

She flipped the cover on the wrist of her prosthetic arm up and down, her nervous tick.

Jess noticed the tick and walked over, slinging an arm over her shoulders.  "Cmon, you want a drink?"

"Nothing with alcohol," Pát murmured as she was dragged into the little cantina.

Jess ordered her a drink and sat her down in the corner.

The drink came, in a mug, steaming.

Pát sipped it and felt the warmth coursing through her body.

She finished her drink and went to bed.  However, she didn't sleep at all that night.

Something just didn't feel right.

Poe had mentioned something once about the Force allowing you to sense if something was wrong with another Force user, loved one, or large group of people.

Maybe that's what she was feeling.

Or perhaps the drink Jess gave her had something a little more potent than caffeine in it.

Pát spent her night staring at the ceiling, wishing for daylight to come.

When it did, the feeling had subsided mostly, so she went to the control room to see if Poe had reported in. One look at the General's face told her she hadn't.

"We tried to send a transmission to the village, but it rebounded," Connix informed the ex-fighter. "We believe the village has been destroyed."

"Is Poe..." Pát couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I don't think so. But as soon as we hear something, I'll call for you."

Pát smiled her thanks, and left to sit upon the hill she and Poe had often occupied.

Suddenly, a ripping pain erupted, starting in her mind and spreading its way through her body before leaving it numb. She was blinded for a moment.

When she could see again, she was laying face first on the grassy hill. Jess ran up and stopped before her. "Are you okay?"

Pát rolled her neck and stretched her arms as she sat up. "I think so."

"What happened?" Jess demanded.  "One minute, you left the control room.   When I came out to see you, you were in convulsions."

As she said that, a medic crew rushed up.  Pát let them check her vitals and run a quick scan to see what caused the seizure.

They found nothing, but asked her to come down to the medbay for further testing.

Jess walked with her.  "Could it be something with Poe?"  Her voice was nearly a whisper.

Pát glanced sideways at her.  "It could be.   But I'm not Force-sensitive."

"Poe is.  Maybe he found a way to transmit feelings to you."

Pát sat down on the bed and pulled her knees up to her chest.  "I hope it isn't that.  I don't want him to be hurt."

"Neither do I," Jess said, stroking her hair.

About an hour later, Pát was discharged. They attributed the "episode" as being a result of her prosthetic arm and did a few repairs.

As soon as she could, Pát went to the communications room to see if Poe had reported in yet.

There was nothing. In an attempt to distract Pát, Jess took her to the cantina again, but she left to go to her hill again.

Jess sighed and followed her, not wanting to leave her alone again, just in case.

"I miss him," Pát said quietly.

Jess glanced at her to make sure she hadn't imagined her voice. "He'll come back safe, I know it."

"I sure hope so," she said.

They sat in silence until a lieutenant came running out to get Pát. "We've got a transmission!"

Pát jumped up and sprinted down the low hill to the control room. "Poe?"

His voice was coming through the comlink correspondance terminal. "Is that Pát? Pát?"

She smiled widely. "Poe, it's me, are you okay?"

"I was just getting to that. A stormtrooper, Finn--"

General Organa stopped him. "They don't have numbers?"

"Oh, they do. His is FN-2187, but I'm not going to call him that," he explained. "Anyway, Finn helped me escape, and we stole an TIE-Fighter. Above the planet Jakku, we were shot down. I ejected pretty quickly, though Finn was probably not so lucky."

He was silent for a moment. "BB-8 has Lor San Tekka's map. Kylo Ren killed him."

"Did you see any of their plans?" The General leaned forward.

"No, I was in a cell most of the time, but the star destroyer is near a planet, with some sort of massive construction project on it."

She sat back, disappointed. "Where are you? We'll send a crew."

He listed some coordinates, then signed off.

"I'll go," Pát volunteered.

"Are you sure? You don't like flying," Jess said.

"I'll go," Pát repeated, looking at General Organa.

The general nodded that she could search for Poe.

Jess sighed. "If I may, General, I'll go with her."

"You may."

An hour later, Pát had an astromech droid to use, and an X-Wing, and they left.

"Follow me, I don't think you can get to the planet alone." Jess took the lead.

"I have the coordinates," Pát protested.

"But you're not a pilot, so it'll be easier for me to find them."

Pát shut her mouth.

They flew over the planet thirty minutes later, passing destroyed Star Destroyers speckled with scavengers, and junk camps.

About four degrees north of the sinking sands, they saw an empty seat, and assumed it could be the ex-stormtrooper's. They kept on north, another thirty degrees, and saw another seat. Near by, there was a tent made of the parachute.

Jess and Pát flew around, looking for somewhere safe to land.

They finally landed about two hundred meters away, on a large section of rock.

It was hard work through the sand, pushing through until they got to his little camp.

Pát rushed to the tent, and opened it. "Poe?"

He wasn't there.

She whirled around. "Poe? Where are you?"

Someone staggered over a low rise.

"Poe!"

They embraced on the top of the the rise. "Are you okay?"

"Just a little warm, dehydration, the usual Jakku calamities. No sandstorms yet though."

"Where were you?"

"I was looking for the TIE-Fighter. I found Finn's seat, he could be alive, but the TIE-Fighter is nowhere in sight."

Pát took another look at him. "Where's your jacket?"

"I took it off while I was trying not to die. Sorry."

"Well, what's more important, your jacket or your life?"

Poe smiled. Jess ran up and tackled him to the ground, boxing at him. "Don't ever scare Pát like that again!"

He rolled her over and stood up.  "I don't think my almost dying justifies you almost killing me, no matter how much grief I caused Pát."

Jess stood, brushing sand off her clothes.  "Sorry."

Poe walked up to Pát and gently kissed her forehead.

"Shall we head back?"

Pát nodded.  "We've only got two X-Wings, but I can scrunch myself up behind the seat."

"You don't want to fly?"

"I barely got myself here."

"Don't listen to her, she did great," Jess said, as they began their long trek back to the X-Wings.

"I doubt Poe wants to sit folded up behind the seat," Pát pointed out.

Jess inclined her head slightly.

They were all breathing heavily when they reached the two X-Wings.  Jess and Pát were relieved to find that no scavengers had found them.

Pát handed Poe her helmet and climbed up, wedging herself behind the seat.

They took off for the base.

As soon as they landed, the landing pad flooded with people.  Kelvin ran up and wrapped Poe in a hearty embrace.  "I'm glad you came through alive."

Poe looked into his friend's eyes, remembering Mara, and how she was not so lucky after crashing on Jakku.  He nodded slowly.

Pát took Poe's arm gently and took him to General Organa, who embraced him also.

"I saw your son," he told her, packing as much hatred into the last word as he could.  He'd been his best friend, but now he was a murder.

The General's face went hard.  "He's gone too far."

"Do you need me to report?"

"Yes, come with me."

Pát went to follow.

The General turned to her.  "Pát, get some rest.  The Force knows you need it."

Pát looked at Poe, who nodded.

She went up, cupped his face, and kissed him quickly.  When she pulled away, he was smiling.

"Goodnight, Pát."

"Goodnight."

And finally, she did sleep.

So there we are!  Hope you enjoyed this little one-shot.  Any other stories you want me to tell based off of Kylo Ren?

Have a great day, and may the Force be with you!