flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"Let's get to it."

Finn offered a slightly apologetic smile to the older man- this had all been done under his roof and all- but it didn't stop him from placing a hand on Poe's lower back as they started walking. That morning it had been to make sure Poe wasn't going to collapse, and there was still a touch of that now. But his fingers also curled lightly around Poe's hip now, a casually possessive position. Good friends.

Poe didn't even bother with subtlety - leaning to plant a kiss on Finn's ear when he felt the hand on the waist, before slinging an arm over his shoulders. Kes followed, bemused, but not unhappy - though that faded slightly the closer they got to the hangar.

It was obvious, how long it had been since it had been opened. Poe hit the control panel and the door creaked and complained, whining before it slowly started to chug itself open. Inside were a few different ships - most in various states of disrepair, but one that looked whole, if covered in dust. An RZ-1 A-Wing Interceptor.

Poe pulled in a breath, a fond, sad smile on his face. "There she is. Isn't she a beaut?"

He didn't look back at Kes, who hovered outside the door, and didn't step in.

Finn didn't have the connection to ships, to the hanger, to the past Poe did. He looked at the Interceptor and saw a neglected piece of machinery. But he looked at Poe and that was enough. He couldn't quite see it through the other man's eyes, but he could get the gist. It was indeed a beaut, because it meant something to Poe.

"Looks just like from the vids."

Poe just smiled widely and stepped up to it, slipping out of Finn's grasp so that he could press his hand against the ship's side, leaving a hand print in the dust as he pulled it away.

"Shouldn't have brought me in here, Finn," He teased, grinning. "Now I want to fly it." He stepped further into the room, to the half-built thing that looked like it was something between a speeder and a pod racer, but really was just a pile of junk.

Kes still stood at the door, took a deep breath - and then turned to walk away.

He leaned against the door and grinned at Poe's enthusiasm, shaking his head slightly. No, there would be no flying. Cleaning, yeah. Finn was scrubbing this place down himself. But no flying.

The movement of Kes' retreat caught his eye, and Finn hesitated for a moment, torn between Poe and watching the older man walk away. But he'd fought his battle for the day. No need to try and force the whole war at once, not unless he was looking for a quick and decisive defeat.

He turn though enough to call out to the man.

"Kes...thanks."

Kes looked back, to see his son, and the man his son loved, standing in his wife's hangar - and he nodded, just once, and then walked away.

[ooc: we can probably skip to a later scene, so go ahead and just pick a spot to go from and i'll run with it.]

He hadn't been joking about repairing the damn hanger. It gave him something to do for a few hours each day, anyway, other than defiling Poe's childhood room. In fact, it gave him more to do than he'd originally anticipated. He wasn't even sorting through piles of junk, if anyone was going to do that it was Poe who'd actually know what was real junk and what was junk with potential. The dusting and oiling and scrubbing and organizing, though. The years had left enough of that to make Poe flash back to his days of sanitation duty.

Keeping Poe relatively still while he was doing this added an extra layer of challenge. Speaking of, Finn stood, cracking his back from being bent over so long, and looked for the rogue pilot.

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Poe was happily sorting through the 'junk', though he would never call it that. Very little of it ended up in a disposal pile - most of it got sorted into piles that he referred to fondly as 'unfinished projects' and ended up next to one of the half-finished vehicles.

At the moment, however, he was sitting inside the trash-heap of a speeder, reinstalling a new control panel. The movement of Finn standing brought his head up.

"Hey - pass me that T-60 Decelerator, will you?"

It was moments like these he was fairly sure the universe was having a running joke with him. Poe wasn't overly exerting himself, so he had no reason to complain about what he was doing. So there was no escaping the upcoming admission of total mechanical ignorance.

"...that the round thing?"

Poe laughed, leaning over to reach out of the cock pit so he could point.

"No - the cylindrical thing with the ridges on it and the wires sticking out the end," he teased. "Should have brought BB-8, instead."

"Wait until Rey gets back."

It was more a grumble than anything, but the scenarios were close enough it brought her to mind. But at least he could get the device without Bb-8 this time.

"She'd like it here."

As he handed off the...round thing he nodded at the speeder Poe was working on.

"And in there."

He wasn't expecting to hear her name. It had been so completely about them, for the last few days, that he hadn't even really thought about her - and the sudden mention brought him right out of whatever it was he'd been thinking about.

"-- yeah," He replied, trying to make a swift recovery.

He wasn't the only one who was Finn's. "BB-8 said she was - ah - quite a gear head."

It was hard to forget about Poe's arranged marriage he'd set up for Finn and Rey. So, dust and grease covered as he is (as they are), he leaned over to press a kiss to the side of his neck. But despite Poe's obvious fumbles, he wasn't just going to pretend he wasn't looking forward to her coming back, that she wasn't a part of his...family might be the wrong word. But life, world. A major part.

"Yeah. Thought she was gonna shoot me when I couldn't pick out the...thing. From the stuff."

He snorted softly.

"Gonna have to start learning someday."

"The thing from the stuff," he repeated, incredulously, but the kiss did its work and he relaxed.

It would probably be easier if he knew her beyond the legend, but as it was she was just a mythic figure that hung over Finn like a cloak.

However, it was a cloak that would keep him safe - a cloak that would still be there, when he wasn't. So the jealousy mellowed into almost a calm reassurance. Rey. Yeah.

"I can try to teach you, but I'm afraid even my knowledge is pretty specific to how to fly the things. But I'm sure we can scramble up something for you to impress her with, when she gets back."

"There was a lot of stuff. And we were about to die."

He can't help the slightly defensive edge that comes into his voice- he is an excellent soldier. Not a mechanic. There was no reason for Poe to have that tone. But it ends in a self-deprecating chuckle, along with another kiss pressed to his ear.

"We'll save it for another day. But I think I'll be happy to just watch you two go at it."

He knew what Finn meant - but years of living with pilots had his ears very very well attuned to double entendres. He chewed his lip to bite down the reply that came automatically - that had absolutely nothing to do with the three of them, and everything to do with raucous jokes that pilots couldn't help but make.

The idea, though, makes his insides squirm in weird ways.

"Uh huh," he said, leaning out a little farther to steal a kiss from his lips. "Should I be worried that she's just going to knock me flat?"

It's automatic now, his hand coming up to the back of Poe's neck, his finger tips barely brushing against the (rather regularly) renewed bruises along the side as he takes another kiss.

"Not sure the Force applies to ship repair. But who knows. She'll give you a good run, either way."

"I'm more worried that she's going to come at me with a giant stick," He murmured, though Finn's hand on the back of his neck was exactly - exactly - *where he wanted to be.

At least until he thought about Rey, and imagined matching bruises on her neck, and felt uncomfortable all over again.

"Between you and BB-8, I've developed a deep and genuine fear." He was joking.

"Now she's got the lightsaber."

It was a joke as well, the smile still there even as he pressed their lips together again. It wasn't going to turn into anything, not in the garage. Maybe someday, when Poe's whole...

But not today.

"But I'll protect you."

He'd already been rebuffed enough times in the garage to know that this was a No Fly Zone, so he didn't reach to pull at Finn's shirt, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead he just grinned into the kiss.

"I'm going to have to make a list, of how many times you've had to save my life," he teased. "You want to go for a ride? I think I'm up for the speeder, at least."

Finn made a considering noise, fingers lightly stroking Poe's neck. The speeder really wasn't as bad as a ship, and he'd be there to take over just in case. The hanger wasn't going anywhere, and he could use a break...

He nodded as he straightened up again- back popping once more. Yeah. Break.

"No stunt driving."

"You have my word," He promised instantly, almost immediately planning on breaking that promise, but then he saw the look on Finn's face.

"You alright?" He asked as he swung around to climb out of the wreck. The actual speeder was just outside. His hand went almost immediately to Finn's back as he joined him.

"Just having flashbacks to some of the old days."

He grinned at Poe, using the proximity to wrap an arm around his waist. It was a full ten feet to the speeder. Clearly he needed the support.

Clearly.

And Poe clearly had an argument to make against it, the way he leaned in against his hip as they walked. He couldn't quite get Rey out of his head - somehow able to stop thinking about her for so long that now that she reappeared she stubbornly refused to leave, so he barely even thought about it as he asked. "Have you heard from her, at all? Any idea when she's coming back?"

"Nothing. Which is a good thing. If the Order had caught her or Skywalker, it's all we'd be hearing about."

He worried. Of course he did, hours made of up of random minutes spent staring at ceilings or into space, thinking about the crazy desert girl. But it would be too great a risk to send communications with so many looking for her.

"She'll be fine."

He let go of Poe only to open the speeder door for him.

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