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FILL (2)

[(Anonymous)]

It was smooth sailing for all of five minutes until Poe's cargo regained consciousness and begins thrashing.

"Where am I?" the man breathed out in horror, looking around his portion of the TIE fighter. Once realization settled in, the man twisted in the seat Poe had (with great trouble) buckled him into and confirmed his growing suspicions. "You."

"Hey, buddy," Poe responded, sheepishly. This was a blessing and a curse, he figures: the TIE fighters they sent seem to be content in following peacefully. "Look, no one is shooting at us."

"You..." The man repeated, unbuckling his harness. He reaches over to Poe's neck, grabbing it firmly and shaking. "What is the meaning of this? You promised to let me go once you were in the TIE fighter!"

Poe gargled violently and moved the ship hard to the left to shake the still-woozy younger man off. "Okay! Let's clarify that I never promised anything!" The pilot said over his shoulder, making another sharp movement upward when he noticed his assailant had regained his footing. "And two, you wouldn't be here if you hadn't shouted at the top of your lungs and alerted everyone to where I was!"

"Did you think I was just going to let you escape?" the younger man growled, wise enough not to make another sudden movement lest the pilot jerk the ship again.

"Yes!" Poe exclaimed in exasperation. He looked back to find the man breathing heavily in exhaustion, bleeding from a fresh yet small cut on his forehead. The pilot looked toward the TIE fighters following him. "Anyways, it's not like I can just go back and say 'hey, I think I accidentally took something of yours'."

"When you land, the fleet of ships following you will still be there," the younger man settled back in his seat, arms crossed in an amusing mix of defiance and defeat. "How do you expect to escape them when you decide to land?"

"Still working on that, buddy. This plan is very organic in concept,"

"You have no idea what you're doing," the man deduced with a scoff. "And stop calling me 'buddy'. We're not friends."

Poe rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "Fine, you have a name?"

"Of course I do," the man snapped as he moved his entire body to look at Poe. The pilot noted from the corner of his eye the look of absolute offense on the man's face at the suggestion that he wouldn't have a name. He moved back to sit in his seat with a slight pout. "It's Finn,"

"All right. Finn," Poe nodded in acknowledgement, testing the name against his tongue. "I'm Dameron. Poe Dameron. Please to meet you, Finn."

"I wish I could say the same," Finn grumbled.

Then there was pure silence. A suspicious amount of quietness that Poe would have noticed if he were not thinking of the next portion of his escape plan. The only sounds Poe could hear over his rapid thoughts were small shuffling noises from the seat behind him. He assumed Finn was restless -- few people ride in cramped ships like X-Wings and TIE fighters unless they were pilots. Poe could see how a civilian could be a little claustrophobic. But oh how wrong Poe was. Not wholly wrong because Finn was restless except he was doing a little more than fidgeting in his seat. The internal alert of the TIE fighter went off -- loud with a rainbow of buttons flashing for attention. Poe cursed under his breath, looking around his side of the ship before turning to notice that Finn had managed to pull out three sections of wiring.

"What in the kriffing universe are you doing?" Poe shouted, desperately trying to control the now-renegade ship. Finn had managed to sever any semblance of manual control and now the ship's override is trying to head back to Finalizer. Or rather it should be heading back to the Finalizer except that the autopilot function was completely damaged by Finn's handywork.

In the veritable free fall towards the desert planet of Jakku, Poe perhaps thought his prisoner would be cooperative. Poe was wrong. Finn continued to pull out wiring, a look of mad determination on his face. "Kriff, Finn! Stop! Do you have a death wish?" the pilot grunted, beads of sweet rolling down his face as he manages to safely break atmosphere with the little control he still has over the ship.

Finn didn't answer the pilot, instead bracing himself for their landing. The TIE fighter skirted just over the planet surface for some distance, hitting the surface like a rock skipping over water as Poe struggled to take the controls up. The control panel burst in flames, eliciting another harsh curse from the pilot. The other man was shouting something but the ringing in Poe's ear deafened any noise around him. Finn made an annoyed expression, grabbing and pulling Poe to his side of the ship before ejecting himself, tightly clinging to the pilot as the painful rays of sun hit their eyes.

The TIE fighter fluttered and crashed moments later, perfectly visible as they floated gently to the surface via their life chute. The younger man is breathing heavily, his face stained with sweat and the dark oil that soaked the wires. Sprawled precariously across his lap, Poe focused in horror on the crash site. He was planning to off-load the TIE fighter for a less conspicuous ship once he found a way to land safely. It's probably okay, Poe reassured himself, I can still sell the good parts. The converter is probably fine. Engine is shot but the parts will do. The metal on the harnesses could even sell for -- oh, kriff!. Poe's mouth opened slightly in shock as the ship is rapidly engulfed by the sandy earth beneath it.

The two land hard against the ground with nothing to cushion their fall except sharp grains of sand. Still strapped into his seat, Finn tips over as Poe rolls off his lap. The pilot drags himself to his feet, hidden exhaustion and new adrenaline fighting for dominance as he regains his balance. He shielded his eyes as he surveyed the surroundings. Just nondescript desert in every direction. Great. Just kriffing great.

"You're welcome," a voice comes from behind him. Poe whirled to find Finn on his feet, simultaneously patting down his clothes and the sand still plastered to his face in large, imprecise movements.

Poe, normally level-headed and easy-going, was beginning to lose his cool. "You're welcome for what? Almost killing us both?" he questioned with an edge.

"No," Finn spits out the granules of sand that had gotten into his mouth. His eyebrows knit tightly. "For getting you away from that fleet of TIE fighters."

"What?" Poe replied, taken aback slightly.

The corner of Finn's mouth slacked in irritation. "I ripped out the wiring on the tracker for the TIE fighter. Then the autopilot because once the tracker went offline, they'd tap into that system to follow the ship. The automation system is constantly detecting the location of the flagship in the event it's activated. It's a safety measure since the tracker is practically common knowledge and common sense by now. That left the actually ships following you so I ripped out some more wiring to overloaded the system and initiate a crash landing. Any other type of landing and they would have been able to track and follow us easily." He chuckled to himself as he continued to dust the remaining portion of his clothes off, "If you think you're good, then you haven't seen a First Order fighter pilot in action."

Poe's face relaxed in surprise. "So you had a plan to save us."

"No, I had no clue whether or not you'd survive the crash," Finn shrugged nonchalantly. He grabbed a loose white cloth from his pocket and wiped off the sweat-oil mix on his cheek. "The control wiring I ripped out effected your seat's ability to eject. Most likely disabled it, if I am being honest."

"I appreciate the honesty," Poe frowned. He blinked a few times in a moment of realization, his face lighting up almost immediately. "You pulled me into your seat. You saved my life."

"I didn't," Finn said through lips pursed in embarrassment, his gaze focused just under Poe's eyes rather than on them. "You crawled into my lap just as I ejected. You could have killed us both."

Poe's staring right into Finn's eyes with a dumb smile plastered across his face. "You saved my life," He moved forward to embrace the younger man tightly, holding on as the recipient squirmed to get away. "You're a good man, Finn."

"I did not and will you let go?" Finn struggled against the hug. "But I did get the ship off their radar -- so I could get away, I might add -- so the least you could do is tell me where the next town is so I can contact the First Order."

"I would, buddy," The pilot grinned as he spoke. "But I have no clue where we are."

"What?" The response was choked. "Weren't you captured here? You are the prisoner who knew about the droid on Jak --"

The younger man stopped himself, brown pupils wide in recognition that he's said too much. Poe's eyes narrowed, observing the young face. That's right. In light of the recent events, Poe had nearly forgotten that Finn was apparently First Order royalty.

"Yeah, that's me," Poe replied after a beat. "But it was night and the village was..."

"I know," Finn replied almost instantly after Poe had trailed off. The answer was solemn, full of a vaguely distant pain Poe doesn't fathom. The younger man's whole countenance shifted to irritation when he noticed Poe's appraisal of his features. "We might as well stick together until we find a town."

"You'd have little old me as a travel companion?" Poe smirked. "And what if I don't want to travel around with you, Mr. Save Myself Only?"

Finn frowned at the older man's cheekiness. "It goes well below freezing in the deserts and Jakku isn't exactly known for it's friendly residents. Two heads would be better than one around here, even if the other one is yours. You're Resistance, Dameron, but not idiotic."

"You might be wrong about that," the pilot grinned. The younger man crossed his arms in annoyance, the question of 'yes or no?' hanging in the air. Poe sighed. Clearly, the younger man was determined to not make the best out of the situation. "I was looking around when we were in the air, I saw some buildings. An outpost maybe, some distance due south. We can make it quickly."

"It'll have to do," Finn nodded before turning to walk in the direction Poe had indicated.

The older man jogged to catch up to the surprisingly fast man. The desert wind seemed to blow sand granules exclusively in Finn's face, causing the silent trip to be peppered with the man's harsh grumblings. "Here," Poe said finally. He took off his jacket and draped it across the younger man's head. "Use it to keep the sand out of your face. It's too hot for me to be wearing it anyways,"

"I don't need your pity,"

Poe chuckled. "Trust me, it's not pity. I am just sick and tired of being practically on fire, hungry, hurt and having to listen to you complain about the sand every ten seconds. I can only fix one of those problems."

It must be a mirage because the pilot would have sworn he saw the corners of Finn's mouth curve upward at the comment. "Are you saying I'm a problem, Dameron?"

"Yes, if I am being quite honest," the pilot smirked again. Finn falls silent afterward, tugging the jacket over his head to obscure his profile. This gave Poe the opportunity to openly scrutinize the younger man without his contempt. His stance is militaristic with a smooth, straight gait. The fingers clutching at the ends of the jacket look soft underneath the sheen of sweaty oil. Now that Poe is really thinking about it clearly, Finn's entire being was a paradoxic mix of tactical brilliance and a faint delicacy. "Finn?"

"What?" was the annoyed response.

"On the Finalizer, the alarms were blaring but you were walking as if it were nothing. Why weren't you running?"

"Why should I have? The ship is full of highly-trained Stormtroopers," Finn glanced quickly over at Poe then back in front of him. "No one assumed you'd get far from the interrogation room."

Poe shrugged. While Finn was in a talkative mood, he might as well test his luck. "You're a civilian? An engineer? You knew a lot about that TIE fighter."

He could hear the scowl on Finn's face forming. "Neither. I just happen to have the time and interest to read a thing or two about ships."

Poe had ruled the possibility out awhile ago but it was worth the check. The clothes would indicate he's not a military officer despite his stance and blatant sense of superiority. Not a conquered royal abroad for a ride along. But still someone -- Poe is convinced -- important enough that Kylo Ren to make an appearance. Poe shook his head, his face twisted in deep thought. For everything Poe knew, Finn made absolutely no sense.

"Are you an some type of officer in the First Order?" Poe guessed.

Finn huffed in annoyance. "Listen, Dameron. I am not asking you a barrage of questions, am I?"

"Right, sorry, buddy," Poe replied, backing off a little. "Just thought I would get to know you better since we're stuck together."

"Hopefully not for long," the other man sighed as he began walking again. After twenty steps, Finn spoke again. "I am not affiliated directly with the First Order, if you must know," It was reserved, quieter than anything Finn had ever said. He continued with a faint longing tinting his words, "I was, a long time ago, but I have my own loyalties now."

Poe listened carefully, trying to parse the words for a hidden meaning. It doesn't explain anything about Kylo Ren's interest in their escape, his blaster-proof status on the ship, his intimate knowledge of what Poe assumed to be classified and privileged information. It only makes the younger man more enigmatic to the pilot.

"And you?" Finn's voice interjected his thoughts. "You've asked me a lot of questions about myself and you haven't said a thing. Maybe I'm curious, too. Since we're going to be stuck together for a bit, you know."

The pilot grinned and stretched with his shoulders. "Well, if you want it from the beginning, I was born on Yavin 4..."

With just those words, the road to the Jakku Outpost somehow seemed longer than ever before to the young man.

Re: FILL (2)

[(Anonymous)]

This is the greatest thing to ever be posted on a kinkmeme,bless you author,bless you.