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“I’m the leader,” repeated Poe for the umpteenth time. He was sitting in the copilot’s chair of the Millennium Falcon.
It was the first day of the group’s mission to find a new habitable base for the Resistance and they had just gotten out of hyper drive to the first area on their map. They were currently scanning the area for the presence of any stars and Poe was once again arguing with Rey.
“I should be the one piloting the Falcon,” Poe said again. “I’m head of this mission.”
“And once again, I don’t care,” Rey replied. “I promised Chewie that I would pilot this since he wasn’t authorized to come on this mission. You should just be lucky that I’m letting you copilot and that I didn’t choose my girlfriend over you.”
“Oh, cause that would be professional,” Poe responded with a roll of his eyes.
“And you’re all about professionalism aren’t you,” countered Rey. “You’ve never done anything out of line like…oh…I don’t know…throwing protocol out the window just so you could hug your boyfriend?”
“I hadn’t seen him in weeks!” defended Poe. “I was touch starved.”
“I could have had a deadly disease Poe,” Finn sighed as he looked to the ceiling. “You could have died because you were ‘touch starved’. And touch starved my ass. Who was it that grew up as a stormtrooper with strict protocols?”
“You did,” mumbled Poe.
“Sorry, didn’t hear you there.”
“I said you did!”
Jessika let out a huge groan as her head slammed against the consul she was working at. “Who said this was going to be fun?”
“That would be Finn,” Rey said.
“Good, cause I need to strangle someone.”
“Woah woah!” cried out Finn as he blocked Jess’ hands. “What happened to mild mannered Blue Three?”
“She disappeared after those two idiots started arguing about who should be head pilot,” Jessika replied as she jabbed a thumb in Rey’s and Poe’s direction.
“Hey!” they both cried out in unison.
Finn shrugged when they both looked to him for support. “What? She’s right. You two haven’t shut up about it. I know it’s only been about half an hour but already I’m thinking of joining up with the First Order again.”
“Not funny,” Poe frowned.
“You’re right, that wasn’t. Sorry. But I am seriously thinking of doing the only smart thing that anyone’s thought of on this ship and heading away from you two,” said Finn.
“The droids did have the right idea,” agreed Jess.
“I can’t believe BB-8 didn’t defend me,” mourned Poe.
“I can’t believe that droid traveled a galaxy just for you,” Rey countered.
“Hey—”
“No!” shouted Finn. “No no and no! Arguing is stopping now! This morning we were all great friends and now we’re jumping at each other’s throats for nothing! Rey, you’re the pilot. Poe, you’re the copilot. Jess is the medic and I’m the gunner. There, done! No more arguing!”
“But—”
“No,” Finn interrupted Poe.
“Just—”
Finn stopped Poe again. “I said no.”
“Sorry, flyboy,” Rey sighed. “Jedi trumps boyfriend.”
“What did you—”
“Alright, Poe and I are going to go in the back and double check that all this stupidity isn’t being caused by lack of oxygen. Jess, you take over the copilot’s chair,” groaned Finn. He grabbed Poe by the hand and dragged him away before the man could protest.
Once out of the pilot room, Finn spun him around and set a hard glare across his face.
“Finn…”
The ex-stormtrooper kept the hard look.
“I’m just…” Poe tried, “I’m not use to doing a mission like this. Okay? I’m use to being up in space alone or on some massive ship where you can run off if it’s to much. I’m sorry.”
Finn finally broke the glare and smiled. “I know you are. I just really need you and Rey to stop arguing because I think this mission is going to end with two less members if you keep doing that.”
“When did you get so sassy?”
“When I had to find some outlet other than murdering my crewmates,” chuckled Finn. He grabbed Poe’s belt and pulled him into a hard kiss. “You’re the best pilot of the Resistance, we know, but technically this ship is Rey’s. Doesn’t matter if you’re the leader. She calls the shots on this ship.”
Poe sighed.
“Hey, none of that. Now, tell me you understand.”
“Yes, sir,” Poe replied with a mock salute.
Finn rolled his eyes but kissed Poe again. “You better. You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if it starts up again.”
“Oh, I shudder at the thought.”
“That was not supposed to be suggestive,” huffed Finn.
“You sure? It sounded pretty suggestive to me,” Poe grinned.
Beep! Whirl…click, beep!
“What do you mean you’re going to throw us out an airlock?” asked Poe in mock horror as BB rolled by with R2 right behind him. “And R2 will help you? How rude!”
“You know,” sighed Finn, “I really miss the times when I couldn’t understand droid.”
“Oh come on, you know you love conversing with BB-8,” Poe replied.
“Well of course but for a droid it certainly can spew out some embarrassing thoughts.”
“What can I say, it’s learned everything from me.”
“I can tell,” sighed Finn.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” laughed Poe.
“I think you know what it means,” Finn muttered as Poe took a step forward. Still, he couldn’t help the smile appearing on his face. When Poe started rocking him back and forth and pulling him to and throw, Finn fully broke out in laughter. “There’s no music silly.”
“No, but I figured a little dance would round everything out. And I can always sing,” smiled Poe. He opened his mouth to do so when—
“Am I going to need to sanitize the main hall!” Rey yelled from the pilot’s chair, successfully ruining the moment.
“No! Just may need a puke bucket for how cute these two are!” Jessika called back from where she stood in the doorway. “I swear Poe. You are such a romantic.”
Poe laughed, still swinging Finn side to side. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”