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"…clue is in the handjob scene," Snap Waxley was saying loudly. "Man, you gotta think subtext. Betcha two credits them kissing each other’s knuckles was young Finn letting us know they’re getting handfasted."

Young Finn, seated at the very end of the bench next to Chewie’s salutary bulk, fought the impulse to turn up Poe’s old jacket collar.

"Yeah, no." Lieutenant Bastian shook his head. "Cor’s gotta some explaining to do home before he gets hitched. Dammit, if it comes to that, he needs to come clean to Malko. I mean, there’s showing, and there’s showing, and then there’s closing down the kriffing show and letting Cor get in a word for himself. Malko’s been waiting long enough!"

This earned the speaker a few whistles and at least "Ain't we all!" On the bench across, Nien Nunb let out his native Sullustan lilt.

"Three credits on a redemption arc for the Tetrarch," his neighbour translated. More liquid syllables followed. "And sometimes, a job is a job."

"My bet" – Jess Parva had to yell across the rowdy hubbub of voices – "is, we’re getting Cor’s point of view first thing next book." She turned to wink at the half-concealed Finn. "When Kya smuggles him into the Singing Sands."

"Out of the Sa –". Finn’s editing was curtailed by a raw growl, one he recognized as No spoilers, cub.

His ears were still ringing when they caught the tail end of a new speech. It came from the other end on Finn’s side, the blind spot in his own point of view, but came out so familiar as to jolt his blood to a scalding rush.

"…together? It’s clear enough to me who Malko’s intended is."

A chorus of Whaaa? and a Sullustan warble greeted Poe Dameron’s contribution to narratology.

"Series, guys. Seriously." Poe’s tones were their crisp, self-confident selves – almost. "It’s a law of the genre: second time’s the charm. Exit Cor, enter Kya."

"No! She’s his half-sis –" But a hairy, brawny arm had dropped around Finn’s neck, complete with a hairy hand acting as a gag. Chewie was taking no chance on a leak.

"Son." Red Ten, an Endor old trooper, sounded as confused as the rest. "Have you actually read the book?"

"Cover to cover." A stiff voice. A shuffle, a body making free from his end of the bench. Poe’s arm shot into visibility, holding out what looked like a deluxe edition of Hyperdrive my Heart, with oodles of chrome violet. He pointed to the front cover. "Parting of the ways, confirmed." A flutter of pages, as the speaker leapt to the end. "Editor’s note, confirmed. …Will Malko hear again of raffish, daredevil Cor? Or will he follow the lovely Kya to the Light side of the Force and a match made in space? At least Cor wasn’t killed mid-book."

"But…" the chorus swelled, while Finn, struggling, damned Hutt & Smutt to Jakku.

"With all due respect, Commander, that’s phooey!"

"Don’t trust the blurb, trust the Blues!

"Knuckles!"

"Guys…" From Poe’s tones, Finn knew that Poe's smile was wearing thin. "Keep the ruckus down, please. And the good fight up. See y’all back from recon."

"Solo recon?" The old trooper was all but gawking. "At curfew?"

"Desperate times," came the curt reply. "Gotta go. Do some…leader thing. That desperate measure’s not gonna take itself."

And like that, just as Finn was about to look doom in the eye and bite Chewie, Poe was gone. By the time he'd prised himself loosed and pushed through the crowded hall, Poe was well under radar. Finn's feet were dragging when he stepped back to the table.

To the pilots’ credit, they had all stayed put. Nien Nunb’s large black eyes poured him a significant glance as he spoke for all.

"A sad case of reader’s fallacy." The neighbour leant across the table to pat Finn’s hand. "Tough, mate."

More glances. More, mournful shakes of the head.

"Man’s a Wookie-ass fighter," Snap said. "And, man. He’s a knucklehead."

"Say that again." Jess was rising too. "Well, I know what I gotta do." She punched Poe’s shoulder lightly in way of consolation. "And what I gotta do, I’m gonna do before he desperate-measures himself into a sinkhole. Buck on, sweetheart. I know just the thing."

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"I’m grounded?" Poe stared at General Organa in sheer disbelief.

"It’s not a disciplinary measure, Lieutenant. Far from it. Simply, in view of all present circumstances…"

"There’s a disturbance –" Luke and Rey, who had spoken of one accord, stopped and gazed at each other fondly.

"Ah, mythos." Somehow, Doctor V-Noos had found his way into the emergency meeting. "That would be the Arousal of Strong and Spectacular Passions."

"Say that again," Jess Parva muttered.

"But Counter-Recruit Operation starts at noon! Finn certainly felt aroused to a pitch of frustration. Operating me! How can I testify about the First Order's dark and dreary ways from my bunk?"

"Lieutenant." Even in dire straits, General Organa was not a woman to rub the bridge of her nose. She did, nevertheless, close her eyes for a couple of seconds. "My Snoke-addled son is bent on destroying our world. My best pilot is flying close to an existential breakdown. My crew is too busy cheering for Team Malcor to focus on primary tasks. I think I speak for the whole Republic when I say that we need that sequel, and we need it now."

Admiral Ackbar gave a gravelly cough. "Speaking for the whole galaxy, I second the General’s motion. Or…"

"Or we re all farkled," General Statura said, ever the voice of logic.

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*She punched Finn's shoulder

The Tetrarch himself never moved, silhouetted against the silver orchards of Dekado like a dark and dreary monolith, while his laughter rose out of him. To Cor, it seemed to defile everything he had loved and stood for as far as he could remember. But he too stood his ground, his curls and his scowl unruly to the last.

"You fool!" His adversary had taken a slow, predatory step. "You yourself have brought this ruin to your people – through your own lack of faith! Now look upon me and despair, Cor Peladan."

"Never!" Cor jerked his chin up, his last, agonized stand against the pain clawing at his soul. "Kill me if you must, but Dekado will live on, for Dekado is the faith! Dekado is the hope! ’Tis is the home in my lover’s heart, blooming for me with more gardens and fountains than the whole blue expanse of, er, ah, of Tatooine…"

"Young man, Tatooine isn’t precisely – "

"Hush, Master Luke. The chances of Master Finn bringing off a happy ending are currently 894 to 1."

"The Tetrarch’s feral breath turned to a roar, loud enough that the very pillars shuddered in the ancient hall. "Love!" he cried out in derision. "From a slave? And where is he now, that creature of mine? Did he not forsake you when he fled away, though not alone, as my faithful informers have told me?"

"Never!" The new voice filled the hall, warm and vibrant, as Malko and Kya strode into the scene. The black pain in Cor wilted suddenly, wonderfully, chased by an impetus of joy. Malko was here! Malko had come for him! As they reached out to each other across the hall, Malko gave Kya’s hand a hopeful squeeze and… Threepio, you with me?"

"Yes, sir. May I venture to suggest that it would be more in character for Protagonist Malko to drop Kya’s hand by now?"

"Hey! Luke says we’ve more than met the family quota!"

"...and ran to where Cor lay, lifting his face to meet Malko with the reckless, radiant smile that was all Cor. Their lips met before their gaze, and it was then, in that goldbrown flash whose truth came from the deepest, deep-buried layer in their…"

"The General’s compliments, mate, and if ya would kindly…"

"Yes! Yes! Give me ten! …devotion that they knew, without a moment’s doubt, what the Sacred Name truly was. Together, their hands joined and fastened in the shape of a heart, they turned to the Tetrarch and...."

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"…The Tetrarch bowed his head. "I stand humbled," he said. "We is indeed the Sacred Word, and, spoken by the two of you, will carry Dekado to a newborn age." He knelt down, and Cor and Malko, their arms still entwined, walked past him into the silver gardens to watch the morning rise on the trees, the city, the first day of an age where they would never again be parted. " General Organa closed the file. "Yes, that should do the trick. Although…"

She tilted her head sideways in contemplation. The comm tech at her side hovered respectfully, as did Finn.

"Still incommunicado," Leia said softly. "It’s been five days now. Still trapped somewhere between the heroic and the stubborn, and never budging until you speak the word. Laserbrains, all of them." She turned to Finn. "Take an old woman’s advice and the direct approach, Lieutenant – it’s a good payoff."

The next three words were whispered in his ear, and Finn, his eyes rounding, had an oh moment of his own.

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The Story went for a turn of the screw by bringing Poe back in synch with the arrival of the supply courier. Their ships landed wing to wing, even as Finn was grabbed by an excited Snap, yelling "He’s back! Get your choobles on course, man!"

Later, Finn would be hard put to remember how he’d made the next leg of course. Strange visions would endure, of Snap herding him through a motley crowd of pilots, techs, meds, Skywalkers & Co who parted before him and rallied on his heels. The buoyant wave carried Finn all the way and he walked with his head high, swirled by a sudden, beautiful clarity of knowing what was to be done. As the starfighters came in view, and he caught a peep of Poe climbing out of the canopy, Finn waved at him with a grin.

Then he swerved, hailed, and – "Catch!" – let his raised hand block the slim book lobbed to him by the courier.

"Here." His next stride took him to an open-mouthed Poe. Finn, still grinning, slapped the book to his chest. "For you, buddy. Read it cover to cover. Don’t skip the –"

If he could, he would have enjoyed the half-unsure, half-certain light rising in Poe’s eyes. Would have enjoyed the cyberola he got from a delighted BB-8. But the emergency siren was too quick for them. The audience stilled; the audience wheeled – in time to see a bird-shaped shadow appear in the sky. Flappity-flap. Flappity-flap. Kylo Ren’s shuttle was circling over their heads like a big, black and rather bashful albatross.

"He’s coding for parley!" a wise voice cried anon.

There was a general turnabout, followed by a general jog as the ship landed a hundred yards along the field. Its ramp was lowered, ushering a slim figure out. The figure was dressed in black robes in sore need of a hem. It had a black mask on, black gloves, held a black lightsaber in one hand and in the other a brand new copy of Twelve-Parsec Hearts.

"Greetings," Kylo Ren said. "I come in p–"

"BEN!" The crowd parted once more for General Organa. "Bless the Force, my baby’s come home."

"Mommy!" The speaker tried to cross his arms, found this involved more juggling than his props could take, settled for an aggrieved tone. "I’m speaking."

His gaze fell on Finn and, with a relieved "ah!", Kylo Ren shuffled forward.

"Greetings," he repeated. "I have heard your call, FB-2187. Seek no more: your paramour has heard your call."

Finn, for the first time since forever, said "Huh?"

Casting a meaningful glance over all, Kylo Ren dropped his lightsaber. The clang of steel to iron made Finn wince, while his interlocutor licked a gloved finger, turned a page and cleared his throat. "To Black Leader. Leader, my leader, the one and only since you gave me a name and made me yours. Come fly to me, please." Kylo Ren narrowed his eyes. "Do I have to Force-feed you your own words?"

"Erm…" Finn licked his lips. "Add a dedication, Leia had advised, and Finn, Leia’s man to the bone, had done just that. With an unpredicted and slightly unnerving fallout.

"If you’ll allow me." Poe Dameron had suddenly turned up at his side. His face a sunburnt scowl, he walked up to Kylo Ren, snatched the book, tore the first page out and turned on his heels.

"What are you… why, you… you… Blast you! What do you think you’re doing?"

"Only taking what’s mine." Poe shrugged and walked up to Finn, his face now creased in a smile that was all white teeth and Poe chutzpah. No, not walked: Finn watched as Poe homed in on him, never stopping until they were chest to chest, and Finn’s arms were rising to match his. Their kiss was a twosome, a match of will and muscles, fervent, lasting and final, if a lot sloppier than Cor and Malko’s textbook model.

"Ours, if you’ll have me," Poe said , and the whole base erupted in glee.

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There was a new era, there were banquets and fireworks, there was a Sith-sized tantrum. Poe and Finn gave the latest only a token of concern, so busy were they in putting Poe’s new reading skills to good use.

"Can I ask you something?" the latter said an hour later. He smelt of sun and sweat, but so did Finn, and the sweet ripple of victory had been shared and shared alike on the narrow bed.

"Sure." Finn tightened the clasp of their legs and brushed his tongue to Poe’s underlip, still caught between Poe’s teeth. "What’s biting you?"

"Just, I was thinking… are you gonna write another of these?"

Finn sighed. "Dunno. Though I’ll have Hutt & Smutt slobbering down his neck any time now. Why?"

"Because if you do" - Poe released his martyred lip for Finn to kiss it better – "then I want Cor to stroke and fondle every inch of Malko’s body and praise it as he does." And Poe’s fingers, not the last of many times, started their warmhearted trail over Finn’s hair, his cheeks, his generous mouth. "Can you do this?" Poe asked under his breath. "For me? Can you write it?"

Finn took the roving hand in his and kissed Poe’s knuckles first.

"For you?" He smiled to see Poe catch his drift, catch and return it. "I can write anything."

[Thanks to everyone who followed this! I'm working on the cleaned-up version and will link to AO3 here and on the fills post once I'm done.]

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