flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

It was only a few days after he was even allowed to go back to his own rooms - only a week after he could walk again - and Poe was already almost ready to shoot something, he was so bored. It wasn't anyone's fault, but he wasn't used to sitting still - at least not if he wasn't in a cockpit. It went against his nature, and it was driving him crazy. So he planned his escape. Not too long. Just a quick little flight around the planet, just to loosen him up. It wasn't like he'd have to hurt himself, right? He'd be sitting. It would be fine!

But somehow he knew that trying to make that argument to Finn wouldn't end well.

So, instead, he waited - behaving maybe too well the entire morning, sat up in bed like he was supposed to be. Finn went off for training, and Poe waited five minutes before climbing out of bed.

It hurt. The staples in his side screamed their annoyance as he stepped across the floor, but quickly dimmed to a dull pain. Right. Okay. He could totally do this. He slipped into his normal flight gear - not the bright orange suit, but the same thing he'd been wearing when he met Finn, minus the jacket. Something no one would think twice if they saw him in. He checked the living room but didn't see any sign of BB-8, so breathed a sigh of relief and went for the door. Part one complete.

Now to get to the hangar without rousing suspicion.

Sadly for Poe, he was a little more transparent the he liked to think. To BB-8 that was. Finn knew Poe was going slowly insane, but had taken the good behavior this morning as a sign the man might just be starting to accept the more he rested, the faster he would heal. A true example of how everyone was a fool in love.

So when the high pitched wail that had come to signify 'Poe is trying to take his own stitches out' or 'Poe decided a quick run was just the thing his ribs needed' interrupted his time in the shooting range, Finn as a little more surprised than he should have been.

"Droid, you are kidding me."

But no, the little ball of excitement was not kidding around. A sentiment punctuated by him rolling over Finn's foot to get him to move. Which was how he ended up jogging to the hanger with a live blaster in hand in search of the rogue squad leader.

He'd managed to get through the hallways without too many sideways glances - coming at the Hangar from one of the more round-about routes, and pausing in the door to check who was in. Luckily, it seemed like almost everyone was facing the other way, so he quickly stole across the floor to his black X-wing, only just newly repaired herself. He put his hands out to touch her side, then pressed his cheek against her.

"Missed you, babe. You going as stir crazy as me?" He swung his arms up onto the ladder and pulled himself up - which of course made his side scream in agony, which made him grit his teeth, hard.

True to the droid's beeps, there Poe was, climbing into the X-wing. Finn had to stop at stare for a moment from his position on the catwalks above, a vibrating BB-8 at his side. It was clear it hurt. Every movement the pilot made practically radiated pain. Yet he was still going, pulling his agonized form into the fighter. It was a deep kind of affectionate pride that came with that sight, but no matter the warmth settling in his chest, he had to do what was called for. He had to go and slap the Rebellion's best pilot upside his head.

Finn slid down one of the ladders to the floor, Poe's X-wing still conveniently located near the repair section of the hanger and all the walks and ladders that went along with it.

"Hands where I can see them, Dameron."

He had just stepped into the cockpit, was about to sit down, when the voice stopped him - and he looked up to see Finn approaching with a blaster, and an angrily beeping BB-8 rolling behind him.

Busted.

He slowly raised his hands.

"This isn't what you think, officer," He replied, an amused smile crossing his face, mixing with the look of having his hand caught in the cookie jar. "I can explain."

"Nah. It's exactly what I think."

Finn swung himself up on the side of the X-wing, gripping the edge of the cockpit to steady himself and stop any sudden last minute escape attempts. The game was ruined by the fact he stop his own lips from twitching in return, his attempt at suppressing a return smile failing fast in the face of that look.

"You're coming with me."

"Or you could come with me," Poe said, the smile turning into a mischievous one, his hands still raised.

"I already climbed up here, Finn, the worst is done. We could just go for a little ride--"

"Man, you are so lucky you're good looking when you're joking."

He was, for a half second, actually tempted to allow it. Because Poe. But, no, changes in g-force were not what his system needed. Besides, Poe was secretly frightened of exactly what BB-8 would do to him the moment he was vulnerable. He did not like that taser.

Finn tucked the blaster away into it's holder, then extended an arm to Poe.

"C'mon, I'll carry you out if I have to."

"You say that like I'm not always good looking," He quipped back, obviously reluctant to move out of the fighter, but in the end he sighed and took his arm.

"I feel like a caged Rancor," He complained. He didn't usually complain. But he also wasn't usually forced into bed rest for weeks.

"Try not getting shot next time."

There's no bite to the remake, Finn's voice bland as could be as he focused on maneuvering Poe up and out while doing as little damage as possible.

"I should've known this morning was a trap."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," he said, smiling with a smug smirk, with of course a perfect understanding. He winced, though, as he finally touched the ground, a hand almost going to his side before he forced it back down.

"Who ratted me out?" He asked, glancing at BB-8. "Was it you, you motherless mongrel?"

"Don't at yell at him for caring."

Or make BB-8 start yelling while Finn was between him and Poe. This seemed like one of those times that he'd be the one getting hurt because of someone else's battle. But Poe was playing a little too innocent about all this, his whole attitude screaming 'you caught me this time. But there will be a next.' That, much like Poe himself, just wasn't going to fly today.

Without warning or comment, Finn stepped forward and (gently, of course, he wasn't looking at actually add to the man's problems) lifted Poe up in his arms bridal style. Then started heading towards the main exit, right through the middle of the hanger.

"Who's yelling? I'm not yelling," He said, still grinning as BB-8 beeped at him angrily. "Oh, now you his best friend? I feel so--"

But whatever he was feeling was cut off as suddenly he was in the air - held aloft by Finn's arms. His arms went out immediately around Finn's neck, mostly just to quickly balance himself, and then he felt ridiculous, but didn't let go.

Iola started snickering as they walked by and Poe let out a half laugh, half groan.

Thankfully, the other pilots were far enough away that Finn's faint blush probably wasn't even noticed. He hadn't thought much about it, really. Poe needed to get back to bed, Poe was in pain, and Finn didn't really fully trust himself to not get talked out of making Poe go to his room if they had to slowly hobble at the pace that man could manage. Carrying him was a simple solution to a simple problem. But it also happened to come with the Pilot suddenly very, very close in a very public setting. It wasn't he was embarrassed about that. Just getting singled out for attention in general still sat awkwardly on his shoulders outside of the battle field.

But Poe's reaction to Iola made him look down at the man, an amused smile in place. It was easy to forget the whole gathering attention thing when focusing on him.

"Feel so...what? Deceived? Because that's my line."

Yeah. He was carrying him all the way through the base this way. They'd both just live with it.

"Deception is a strong word," He said, focusing on Finn's face because his blush wasn't as hard to read as Finn's, and he was pretty sure if the General saw him now he might die on the spot. It was going to take him a few weeks just to live down the teasing jeers from the other pilots, and the questions.

... There were going to be a lot of questions.

"I prefer to think of it as - gently left out of the plan."

Finn's grin took on new level of smugness as the great Poe Dameron blushed in his arms. It was only fair, really. The man made a game of getting a reaction out of Finn. This was a sight he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

"Ah. No more assuming the best of you. Only direct questions about your intentions for the day from now on. Got it."

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies" Poe said with a slight sing-song voice, before starting to squirm.

"Alright! Alright, I'm under house arrest. You can let me down, Finn. I'm not going anywhere."

"Once we're back in the the room."

Not Poe's room, not his room, just the room. The place they spent all their time together, when Finn wasn't training or Poe running loose.

"I swear I'll do the same thing next time, too."

As far as Poe was concerned, his room was Finn's too. He didn't even think about it too deeply - he just shared everything he had, without thought.

He groaned, however, at the words, and tried squirming harder - only to wrench his side and let out a pained hiss.

"You won't be able to. Bed rest is going to kill me."

He shifts the man slightly at that hiss, trying to alleviate any pressure on the injured area. But he isn't getting put down. Don't do the crime if you can't do the time, Poe.

But. He had been in and around these 'normal' people for a while. He might have learned a trick or two.

"Didn't know I was that bad company."

It's probably the fact that Finn has never actually tried a guilt trip on him that makes it so effective - he doesn't expect it, so he doesn't suspect it for the ploy it is, and instead visibly wilts a little. It had been all fun and games until he actually felt bad.

"You know that's not the problem, Finn," He said, no longer squirming. "It would be a lot easier to spend all day in bed with you if I could actually move around while doing it. Trust me."

He wanted to feel bad, he did. Intellectually, he knew he should. But at the moment it was just a small battle win in an ongoing war, so he doesn't point out that he'd been less than genuine. That could come later, when Poe was healthy enough to hit him. For now he's just enjoying the yards he can make towards the room without a fight.

"Being a hero's not all it's cracked up to be, huh?"

"Wasn't really trying to be a hero," He muttered, turning his face to press it into Finn's shoulder, giving up the fight.

"Just - had to do something."

Sitting still - letting himself think - ruined him.

"Too bad, Poe. It's what you are."

He kisses the man's temple, not caring in the least how many other members of the rebellion are around them. If they're in, they're in all the way. Why hide something anyone with half a brain could figure out anyway?

"We'll think of something. The General's terrifying without ever going on a mission. Gotta be something you can do until the bones heal."

Finn snorted a little under his breath. "No. You just wait. See who gets remembered. I'm not a hero, Finn. Just doing my best, while in the company of heroes."

And Jedi.

It wasn't the first time that day his thoughts had trailed to Rey. They trailed that way a lot, lately. Even if he never mentioned it to Finn.

"You find something to keep me from going crazy, and I'll love you forever," He muttered lowly, the words coming out before he really thought about them.

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