flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"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.

"Roger that."

Poe may not have meant it, but Finn took it with entire seriousness. Or would, after he actually deposited the man back in his bed and made sure all bandages were where they were supposed to be. If he had to strip the pilot down to redo them, he could manage it for the sake of the mission without getting distracted.

He just kind of leaned into him until they got to the room and let Finn deposit him onto the bed and check him over. The bandages were still, thankfully, in place, and Poe merely groaned as he leaned back, looking at the ceiling.

"Just on little flight. Just a few minutes...."

"Just as soon as you're better."

Another kiss right to the center of Poe's ribs, away from where the bandages are. It wasn't that he doubted Poe's abilities. He was the single most talented man Finn had ever met. He just doubted the value Poe placed in his own life. For that, Finn would have to serve as an artificial limb.

"So. What d'you know about the Jedi?"

"I already feel good enough to fly," He replied, but in the tone that made it clear that he would probably still think he was good to fly with on arm falling off and missing an eyeball.

It was hard not to want to fly.

"The Jedi? Well... I know a lot of the stories. Mostly about Skywalker, though, obviously. My parents both fought in the rebellion at the same time," He said, the pride obvious in his voice. "They knew him. At the height of the rebellion. Even just one Jedi - - the things that he could do with his mind, alone--"

"The Force."

He says the word like it's the trick answer on a test he failed. That's not how the Force works. He'd miss Han, but that expression when he'd said that was at least one last good memory of the man.

Finn settles into the bed next to Poe, not getting under the covers and the rest, not after just getting the over man all tucked in. He's taking advantage of the pillow situation, though, sitting up right next to Poe against those.

"They always told us the Jedi were all dead. You telling me what the map was for was the first I'd heard different. Made all that training on how to fight against lightsabers make more sense."

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