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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

TIMELINE
* indicates NSFW

Andy and Poe meet *
Andy and Poe's first gig *
Rex Meet Cute
Poe makes Andy the Copilot *
Poe and Rex have a Pleasant Evening *
Poe gets Andy off talking about how hot Rex is when he makes an O face *
Poe confesses his feelings for Andy, she storms off
Poe tells Rex about Andy storming off and accidentally confesses feelings for him too
Finally getting the stupid woman back on the ship
Andy and Rex "spar"
Poe getting to say "I love you" to Andy during sex and not getting punched *
Poe and Andy get snacks for Rex, or try to anyway
Poe gets himself hurt
Poe wakes up and gets lectured at by Andy
Then by Rex
Poe Tells Andy he wants to marry them at the worst possible moment *
Andy and Poe propose to Rex

UNSURE TIMELINE:
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[ She tangibly tenses in response to his words — tension in her posture, in her thighs where they're wedged on either side of him, even in her fingertips, where they're digging into his clothes. There's these conflicting, confrontational urges burning underneath her ribs — because of course he means more to her than all her nameless one night stands. She'd bleed and kill for him. For him and Rex both. But she still wants to deny what that means. She wants to deny it with the same impossible stubbornness that has Poe calling her out right now.

Unstoppable force, immovable object. ]

If you know me, then you know I don't do that. [ That. Whatever that means. ] And this is not what I signed up for. [ Her voice goes low, rough around the edges. Conflict is written all over her face — conflict, because he's right and she knows he's right, and whatever it is that she feels, it's not what she intended and it's less than they deserve. ] What the hell do you want from me, Poe? What do you want me to fucking say?

I'll take you never saying "there is no us" to Rex, for a start. [ Where her voice is getting low, his is getting firmer. Not louder exactly, but close. ]

I don't want you to say anything, Andy. You can keep playing your hard as durasteel card as long as you want. You can even keep just fucking me if you want. But I love Rex. And I love you. And I think you damn well know it and I think you do too.

[ That - was not the greatest time for a confession, Poe. Wielding it in battle like a weapon. He flushed, suddenly, half angry, his skin going dark. But the sulky frown was still firm on his features. Fine. It was already out. Might as well double down. ]

I don't need to hear you say it because I know it. You two are the best damn thing that ever happened to me, and I'm not ashamed to admit that.

[ No, no — she doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want the words. Because the words make it real somehow, and she just... She can't —

Her pulse is throbbing. Her lungs feel too tight. ]

You don't know what you're saying.

[ It's a ragged whisper, dragged free from her throat — gaining momentum as she grasps for any feeling that isn't that knot in her gut, twisting tight at the thought of loving and being loved back. ]

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about — [ There's a crack in her voice as she pulls back, opening space up between them as if she can't bear to be close anymore. ] Fuck you for saying it! Fuck you, Poe Dameron — [ She isn't ready to face this right now. She hadn't meant for this to happen. She hadn't meant to want the words or to want to say them back. ] I don't love him. And I don't love you.

[ It's a lie, and they both know it's a lie. If it wasn't a lie, she wouldn't say it with such desperate anger. Not Andy — Andy, who would placidly smoke a cigarette in the face of death. It's a lie bred of fear and longing, and not more convincing for the way she fails to meet his eyes as she says it. ]

You want to say that a little louder so that he gets to hear it too?

[ It was dumb, to be hurt by this. He was dumb for bringing it up in the first place. Everything had worked fine in that unspoken balance. He could have kept doing the walk between their rooms. He could have dealt with that. They were together most of the rest of the time anyway, why did he need to need more than that.

This was the angriest he'd ever seen her, and he felt an almost vindicated fury in response, because he knew he'd struck some kind of chord, but damn if she hadn't figured out exactly how to hurt him. ]

Because I sure as hell am not delivering that sack of shit.

[ Rex, like Poe, isn't tougher than most. There are millions of men literally identical to him that have fallen in battle from less than this; it only takes a stray shot, a misstep, a zag left when you should have gone right. This is a truth that ought to be acknowledged.

Unfortunately, for all that he carries himself with common sense and dignity, he's also an absolute idiot. Which is why, as he limps up the ramp, weight flagging to one side and free hand pushed up against he ribs, he says, ] Ah, we could have taken them.

[ They could not have taken them. He hurls himself not in the co-pilot's seat - Andy can take that one - but into the gunner's seat. They may be fleeing, but that doesn't mean they can't make 'em hurt a little more before they leave. ]

I don't —

[ She tries, she honestly tries — because maybe if she says the lie out loud enough times, she'll believe it. Or at least she'll get them to believe it, and then the whole fucking matter can be laid to rest, buried in a shallow grave where she can keep pretending she's too old and too tired to feel the way she feels about them.

But the lie is a painful one to utter. I don't love you. It stalls halfway out of her throat, leaving her frustrated and angry with herself. ]

I don't give a fuck what you do or don't do. [ That's what she finally manages, as she turns away, storming out of the cockpit. ] Doesn't make a damn difference to me.

[ It's probably a good thing that she's more or less used to this by now. Wherever the three of them are involved, there's always about a fifty percent chance that everything will go to absolute shit at any given moment. She barely blinks as Poe flies by her into the cockpit, instead glancing down at the sudden armful of posters in her possession. ]

What the hell am I supposed to do with these? [ She gets them awkwardly tucked under her arm as Rex blows by her next, half putting her hands up in something that might have been exasperation with a little more effort. Maybe she should be more worried about their pursuers — but she's not. They've made enough tight escapes; there's an unspoken trust. She's not even looking out the window as she slumps into the copilot's seat to unfurl one of the posters.

Utterly deadpan: ] ...Are we getting fucking shot at because you two stopped for some souvenirs?

[ Rex had been in the midst of doing the laundry - everyone's laundry; it seems horribly inefficient to focus on his own, and the others never care quite as much as he does about getting the blood stains out properly - when he'd heard first a bang, then a loud curse. It could be sex, which is a far louder affair than what Rex had originally been led to believe. It could be some malfunction in the engine, which would be unfortunate, but certainly not a tragedy. Or it could be something worse.

He darts out into the hallway regardless, hands still damp, suds still gathered in the deep groove of his knuckles, catching Poe just as he storms around the corner. ] Whoa, hey. [ He braces his hands against Poe's shoulders. ] What do you mean, she's gone?

Andy-- [ He snaps her name, but she's already stormed out. He spends the next few minutes swearing, and kicking at a bulkhead for a few minutes after that. Once he's expended some of the energy, he decided to go after her - but a chance glance out the window means he spots her leaving the hangar bay, instead, storming off to who knows where.

He lets out another string of expletives and hits his foot way too hard on the bulkhead, radiating pain up through his leg. Fucking--

He sucks in a breath.

And then he storms off to find Rex. ]

We can take them once we're in the air. [ He says to Rex, already starting up the engines with a loud roar. His practised hands are flying over the dashboard, hitting keys and going through his pre-flight checklist faster than a hamster out a canon. ]

And no, we were already getting shot at but I couldn't just leave them there. Look at them! They're actually starting to get our likenesses down.

We're worth at least a million more credits, though.

[ He doesn't even look at Andy or Rex as he works, but he does call back to the gunner seat: ]

You alright back there, Rex? You better not bleed out on me.

[ Poe's also hurt, but he's so high on adrenaline he hasn't even noticed where the blaster bolt sliced into his side, cauterising as it went. It's fine, he's fine, nothing is falling out. ]

[ The grip at least forces him to a stop, but he's still steaming. It's obvious, though, that's he's more hurt than angry - or at least that the latter comes from the former. He's also worried. ]

What I said. She up and went. One second everything was fine and then the next she was spouting a bunch of bantha shit and then boom she stormed out. I was going to talk her down but she was already leaving the hangar before I managed to calm down enough to do it.

[ Because he's super calm, now. Can't you tell. ]

So we can't leave. I know we need another job but we can't leave without her so we're just going to have to be stuck here until she gets some damned sense shoved back in her head--

Slow down, Poe. I can't do anything about this with you flying off the handle like this, [ Rex says sharply. He's managed to relax in recent years, with Andy and Poe's help, relinquish his grip on authority, learn how to work in a team instead of as a leader for a change, but it's difficult for him not to revert back to that place when under stress. Being in the midst of a firefight doesn't count as stress. One of their little team storming off? That definitely does. ]

Who do you think I am? Of course we're not leaving until we find her. And we will find her, no matter how long it takes. God knows all of us have lived off less before.

[ Worst case scenario, they take on a couple of local, petty jobs or rely on some of their stocks. But that won't come to pass. Rex is sure of it. She'll come back before too long - the idea of one of their lot just going AWOL for any longer is absolutely unthinkable. ]

You'd better tell me what happened so I know what the kriff to say to her when we find her.

[ Stupid Andy. Stupid, reckless Andy. Doesn't she know that they can't afford this kind of nonsense by now? ]

If this was enough to make me bleed out, I'd be dead a hundred times over by now, [ Rex shoots back, sliding open a compartment and bouncing an explosive projectile in his palm before slotting it into the gun and yanking the wheel over, aiming it straight at their assailants. He has to wait to fire it off, which is the worst bit, but he's ready. ]

And we want to be worth fewer credits, not more. We've got enough people on our ass as it is. [ He glances back at Andy. ] It was his idea to pick them up.

[ Nice throwing Poe under the bus, Rex. ]

Do me a favour and grab a couple of those bacta patches, Andy. Poe got dinged too.

[It's the "who do you think I am" that kicks him hardest in the gut, because of course he knows that Rex wouldn't leave her. Wouldn't leave either of them. He's just so worked up that he's yelling at nothing.

He lets out a hard breath, glaring off to the side bulkhead. ]

Sorry, Rex, I just - it was so dumb, I shouldn't have said anything, it's just - it feels a little ridiculous, hopping between the two of you. Like I have to pretend that they're separate things. So I cracked a joke - that was it - about how we should call you to join us, and she flipped out on me.

[ Force, it hurt so much worse to recount it than it had in the moment when he was all hopped up on righteous indignation. His expression falters. ] I told her I love you. Plural you. Both of you. She didn't want to hear it. Said we fuck sometimes but that was it.

So she left.

[ There's a lot more that he could say - everything else Andy had hurled at him to hurt him - but that was pointless. She didn't mean it anyway. No reason to hurt Rex, too.

Which would probably be easier if he hadn't just made a second botched confession in as many minutes. He didn't even noticed he'd said it. It was just... How things were. He didn't understand why she was angry with him for pointing out the obvious.

[ It was supposed to be a simple job.

They landed on some podunk moon out on the Outer Rim, just recently underneath Empire control - which meant that it was ripe for the picking, to destroy what resources they could and steal the rest, making the Empire's job that much harder to control the nearby planet. It's the kind of job that all three of them could typically do solo, in their sleep. But everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Their intel had been faulty and they'd been cocky -- Poe most of all, getting caught in the tail-end of a blast he and Andy had orchestrated when he was supposed to be loading supplies into the ship, as though he and Andy weren't perfectly capable of fighting them off themselves. Yeah, they'd been in a sticky spot, but that was no excuse for his behaviour.

At first, fueled by adrenaline and more fear than he'd admit, they got to work getting the fuck out of there, Andy at the cockpit and pushing them into hyperdrive while Rex attended to Poe. They're well out of there and Poe's stable by the time Rex storms out of their makeshift medical wing and into the cockpit, jaw clenched and hands curled into fists at his side. He doesn't know why he's so damn angry. This isn't anything he hasn't been through a hundred times over, but this is different, somehow. ]

He's going to be fine. He's going to have to rest, but he's going to be fine, the absolute di'kut. It's like he doesn't realize we don't have a bacta tank at our disposal. [ He pauses. In all of the rush, he and Andy never managed to check in with each other. They'd just ran in and got the job done. He forces his fists to unfurl. ] You all right, Andy?

[ He wasn't expecting an explosion.

It had been a simple plan, at first. Rex and Andy were caught down in crossfire, so, the plan was: steal TIE, fly TIE, shoot everyone shooting at his peeps, go home happy. Beautiful, flawless plan. Except that Rex and Andy already had a plan, and as he was shooting down their pursuers from the sky, the TIE had gotten caught in the blast.

In his defense, 99 of a hundred TIE pilots would have perished. He's lost one foil and the whole thing was screaming at him about sudden pressure change, but he'd managed to get it down on the ground, somehow. He'd passed out almost as soon as the TIE screeched to a halt, the sudden force of the stop making his brain slam into his skull and immediately the world was dark.

He didn't know how long he'd been out, when he slowly and blearily came to. He was covered in bacta patches, everything was sore. But - and this was the important thing - he was home he was in the alcove fashioned into a med bay, on their ship. So he let out a slow, relieved breath.

Okay. Everyone was going to be okay. ]

[ She gives the bounty poster in her hands one last skeptical look before letting them all fall into the seat she's vacated to fetch the bacta patches. ]

I don't know — Rex's makes him look like he just caught a whiff of something rank. [ A dry quip as she digs through their supplies, tearing open a few of the med-packs and cramming a few of the patches into her pocket before returning to the cockpit. If their escape is a little rocky, it doesn't seem to faze her — she's steady on her feet and used to the close calls by now. ] And I'm pretty sure whoever makes these has a little crush on you, because yours gets more lovingly rendered every fucking time.

[ She tears one of the packets open with her teeth as she unceremoniously squats by the pilot's seat, not waiting for convenience or permission to tug up the side of Poe's shirt and get a look at his wound. She's not gentle — these aren't a nurse's hands — but she'll get it tended to. ]

You'll live. [ Wryly, as she applies the bandage — then over her shoulder at Rex: ] You're next, big guy.

I'm fine.

[ Because she's always fine, their Andy. She never answers that question any other way. But it's obvious that she's agitated too — has been, ever since they pulled Poe's unconscious body onto the ship. It's worry — she knows that, just like she knows it's normal to be worried about someone you love, but it's still hard to express. Still hard for her to show those things. So she's irritated instead. This has to be her fifth cigarette since they boarded. ]

Couple scrapes and things, that's all. It's not me out cold. [ Scythian physiology will probably take care of the worst of it, given a day or two. She doesn't care. Doesn't matter that she smells like smoke and blood. She's barely aware of her own feet, how she's been pacing back and forth nonstop outside their little makeshift med bay. As Rex's question sinks in though, she seems to become more present — enough to turn and look at him, tired and harried. ] Come here. I haven't had a look at you yet.

[ This was, of course, classic Poe Dameron. To the point where Andy wasn't even sure why she even bothered to get annoyed with him. But it feels like it's been an eternity that she and Rex have been waiting for him to stir since they dragged his body from the wreckage of the TIE fighter, and she's never dealt well with the waiting. The feeling of helplessness. Time drags. It'd gotten to the point where she and Rex had agreed to take shifts, so at least one of them would be resting or managing the ship.

Not as if having the other sitting around by Poe's bedside really did any good, but they were all sentimental creatures — Andy too, even if she'd be the first to deny it. So after days of stewing in worry and frustration, she's there when he wakes. ]

...Fuck. [ She exhales the word on a breath of relief as she stands over him, vulnerable for all of a moment before a little ember of temper swells in her breast. ] Good. You're not dead. Which means I can kill you for making me think for a second that you might be.

Said like half the Galaxy doesn't have a crush on me. [ He smirked, the cocky quip immediate. ] Amd we should be worth what we're worth, Rex. It's nice to be recognised for our contribution.

Alright hold tight- [ The whole ship shuddered and shook as they launched into the air. ]

I'm fine-- [ He was already protesting when her hands found him. He grunted at the rough treatment, bending to the side to give her better access even as he started pulling them into hard maneuvers to outfly the turrets gun shots.

When Andy got back to Rex, Poe called back to both of them: ]

He okay? Do I need to chart for a System with a surgeon that'll take us?

[ Everything still feels hazy at the edges, so though she's talking to him, and even though he understands it, it takes a minute to filter through.

Then he gives her a soft smile, no cocky bravado to mask, just the honest expression of relieved love. It took a few minutes to understand what she'd been saying to him, and the sleepy, fond smile grew. ]

Hey, Andy.

Have I mentioned how gorgeous you are, lately... [ He was a little woozy. ]

[ She does not want to find him endearing right now — she wants to be mad, and he's making that very, very hard. One hand comes to her hip while the other braces itself on the side of the bed, her lips pursing at him for a moment before she responds a bit flatly: ]

Gorgeous? You must've hit your head harder than I thought. [ Andy knows very well that she's a hot mess at best right now, with heavy bags under her eyes from days of poor sleep and all that long, dark hair an untamed tangle. She looks very damn tired. Rex probably does too. ] Don't think you can "Hey, Andy" your way out of this one. I've been pissed at you for days, and I'm planning on at least a few more.

[ Still. She leans down to look at him better, reaching out to brush a stray curl of hair off his forehead. ]

What the hell were you even thinking, pulling a stunt like that?

[ Look, when you've been in a medically induced coma for a few days, you see past tired eyes and tangled hair. He reaches up, hand touching the side of her thigh. ]

Couldn't leave you guys pinned down without air support. [ Murmured like that was obviously the most natural thing in the world. He paused and frowned, though, brows knitting. ] Wait- how long was I out? Where's Rex?

[ She exhales with a hint of impatience, but she doesn’t brush his hand away, and that speaks to something. ]

Resting, I hope. We’ve been taking turns. [ Watching. Waiting. Worrying. ] You were out a while. [ She won’t mention how she counted the hours. Or how many cigarettes she burned through pacing outside their makeshift med bay. ] Almost three days. So, yeah. Good fucking morning, you reckless bastard.

[ But her voice doesn’t have as might bite as it could. It’s too good just to hear his voice. To have the chance to even argue with him a little, after days on days of unbearable quiet. ]

I'm fine. [ Oh boy, there are two of them. Lucky Andy. ] And if you were so fine, we wouldn't be wasting a bacta patch on you, but here we are.

[ There's a gash on Rex's right side alongside some nasty looking bruising. It's the sort of thing that, in Rex's opinion, looks nastier than it is, and certainly isn't anything that a well-placed bacta patch can't fix. The expression on his face when he fires their own ship's blasters is a decidedly nasty one but Rex habitually has very little sympathy for anyone who draws on him first, and even less sympathy for those who draw on Poe. Their attackers wisely scatter and flee in the wake of blaster fire and there's a metallic crash as one of the explosives finds its home in their hangar. Serves them right. ]

So I look angry, and Poe looks pretty. Where does that leave you?

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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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REX & ANDY || v early relationship, dumb husband got himself HURT

For Andy but honestly fey you can hit this too if you want

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