Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[flightforfreedom]

 

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:
Bounty Posters
 

Comments

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

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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. ]

[killtime]

[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

[killtime]

[ 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?

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[ 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?

[killtime]

[ 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. ]

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[ His thumb sort of aimlessly brushes the outer seam of her trousers, a soft touch that isn't where he wants it to be but is what he can reach.

He relaxes, a little, when she says that Rex is resting. He was so used to the three of them together that waking up to just one had given him brief pause for panic.

Three days. Shit. Anything could have happened in three days. Not that it was him he was thinking about. He needed to be awake and flying if he was going to keep Rex and Andy safe. (It didn't matter that they didn't really need it.) At the "reckless bastard", however, he couldn't help the flicker of a fond smile across his lips. ]

Sorry to make you worry, Andy. [ Murmured gently. ] Gonna take more than that to take me down, though.

[ Said as if he wouldn't definitely be dead if Rex and Andy hadn't pulled his ass free. ]

[killtime]

[ Anything could have happened in three days — especially knowing their particular talent for attracting chaos — but small blessings, she's had nothing but time to stew and wait. ]

You're not that sorry. [ She responds wryly. ] Because I know damn well you're just going to do it again next time.

[ Then she'll be annoyed all over again. But, in the moment, it's hard to stay angry. She's just... Glad. To talk with him. To see that stupid smile on that stupidly handsome face. And maybe that relief doesn't show readily on her face — gods know she'd rather keep her feelings close to her chest — but when the urge rises to lean in and kiss him, she doesn't fight it too hard. Wild hair spills over her shoulder as she bends down, the press of her mouth to his soft where her words were hard. ]

[flightforfreedom]

Yeah.

I will, probably. But I'll try not to get hit again.

[ He admitted easily, still looking far too fond. And when she leaned down to kiss him, it was the most natural thing in the world to let his eyes close and return it - though he couldn't quite get himself up to meet it like he'd like to.

He's just so relieved that they're both okay. Even if they're mad at him. And with the gentle press of her lips, he's pretty sure she's not that mad.

Upset, yes. Frustrated, sure. Thinks he's an idiot? Definitely. But she's already forgiving him. ]

[killtime]

[ She lingers a little longer than she really needs to before tilting her head away. When she does, her dark eyes are warm, and her usual wryness is ever so slightly softened as she answers: ]

You better. I'm too fucking old to be dragging your body around like this. [ She's never said explicitly how old — but what few Scythians are left in the galaxy are notoriously long-lived. Centuries, at least. ] Practically threw my back out trying to get your dumb ass out of the wreckage.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe smiled, his gaze still hazy from the painkillers coursing through his system, and it took way more effort than it should have, to raise his hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. ]

And yet you don't look a day over two hundred. [ Teasing, lip twitching in amusement, though his eyes were still soft. ]

... Thanks. For saving my dumb ass.

[killtime]

Wasn't for you. [ Dryly: ] I was just worried I'd get bored around here without your dumb ass.

[ She says that, but she readily leans down when his hand lifts towards her, putting herself in easier reach for him to brush that stray hair from her face. Damn, but she's softer for him than she should be. Soft for his smile and his teasing. ]

Besides, if I left you behind, I'd have to answer to Rex.

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Well, that's true. [ He was getting distracted by the angular curve of her jaw, brushing his finger tips against it almost idly. ] Wouldn't envy anyone that.

[ There was a small pause, before his smile turned a little cheeky. ]

But see? That's my point. I can die while I've got you two to come back for.

HELL YEA I WILL

[ct_7567]

[ When Poe has a few more of his bearings about him, he may notice that he's waking up not to someone holding his hand, not underneath a worried stare, but to the smell of paint and the quiet sounds that go with it: the smack of a brush as it hits the side of the can, and the clatter of armour.

The sounds cease as soon as Poe sighs, and Rex quickly puts aside the helmet he'd been retouching - Poe's, of course. It's important. Maybe Andy and Poe don't know that it is yet, but it is. Some things never change.

Rex rushes to Poe's bedside and grasps his hand. What he'd like to do is tell Poe off for pulling that sort of stunt, to yell at him for almost dying, to tell him never to do it again. But while he's no medic, he at least has some respect for the basic procedures, and enough respect for Poe that if things turned out worse than he'd dared fear, he'll be taken care of with as much professionalism as Rex can muster. ]

Right, [ he says, voice calm, authoritative. ] I'm going to need you to tell me your name, where you are, and what your favourite colour is.

[ Recognition of self, recognition of place, and recognition of personal opinions. It's a start. Brain damage isn't something he's about to mess around with. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ He'd fallen asleep, again, not intentionally but just from necessity. His body, at least, knew he needed to rest. When he stirred it was to a familiar smell and a familiar sight - though the colour of the helmet in Rex's hand didn't match what he was used to.

Then Rex is rushing over and Poe can't help but smile sleepily at him, his own grip weaker than it usually was, but not by much. ]

Mm, Rex, in our ship, fussing too much and I'm pretty sure it's Blue. [ Sorry, Rex. He couldn't help the tease. He squeezed the clone's hand again. ]

Poe Dameron. Home. Orange. No, Black. No - it's a toss up. [ See, he could be serious. Sort of. He was still smiling way too fondly at Rex. ]

I'm still in here. Stop looking so worried.

[ct_7567]

You -- you -- absolute ass. If you weren't already laid out, I'd throttle you good, Dameron.

[ All right, that's a lie. Rex is a hands-on kind of guy in general, but he's never laid a hand on either of them out of anger before. But oh, if he doesn't feel like it at moments like these. To wake up after something like that with a joke on his lips, as though he didn't act rashly and put he and Andy through three days of hell - as though it couldn't have easily been more than three days of hell. What would they have done without him? They need him and his maddening sentimentality, his recklessness, his way of saying things that's on everybody's mind without any trace of hesitation or self-consciousness.

God, he loves him. Stupidest decision he's ever made. And once he blew up a ship with his General still inside. This? Still worse. ]

How're you feeling? [ The way he asks it is brusque, still angry - as though he's not clutching Poe's hand all the harder, nearly overwhelmed with relief. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ He chuckled - he couldn't help it- though his throat was too dry and it ended in a cough instead. Woops. He caught his breath again and gave Rex's hand a squeeze. ]

Gimme two days and you can wrestle me all you want.

[ He tries to sit up a little to get a proper look at Rex. ]

Like I just crashed a TIE into a sarlac pit and then took the scenic route out. [ Yeah, it fucking hurt. Everything hurt. No point pretending otherwise. ]

You gonna keep glaring at me or am I going to get a kiss?

[ct_7567]

I'm going to keep glaring at you.

[ Behind the glare - and Rex has a face tailor made for glaring - there's genuine relief, but he looks tired, too. It had been a long few days without Poe. Long, quiet days. Then again, he always looks tired, so it's not too dramatic a change. Relenting, he brings Poe's hand up to his lips, pressing them right above the nasty looking bruise where he'd none too gently jabbed a needle into him, not even bothering to try for his arms. Then, sweeping some of that ridiculous mop of hair from out of his eyes, he leans over Poe and kisses him, long and languid and slow, the way he likes it, the way he can quite contentedly spend an entire evening if Poe will let him - and he often does.

When he pulls away, his voice drops into sincerity, a low rumble above him. ]

You're never doing that to us again, Poe. Not without comming us first. You understand me?

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[ The words get a smirk, the hand kiss a smile, but when Rex finally leans down and kisses him properly, Poe nearly melts. He didn't even notice how tense he'd been - muscles clenched up in response to the pain, even on the pain killers - until the slow, languid kiss works like a key and unlocks knot after knot in his spine. It still hurts, of course it hurts, it just doesn't seem to matter as much, for a few seconds.

When Rex pulls back, the bravado is gone from Poe's expression, something earnest and caring there instead.

Force, he loved this man so much. ]

Sorry, Rex. [ Murmured quietly, but not ashamedly: he felt more relaxed than anything. ] Comms got jammed, and couldn't get your frequency with the TIE. That's why I was so damn worried in the first place.

Couldn't just sit on my ass, you know?

[ He didn't say it, but the implication was right there below the surface: You would have done the same thing. ]

[ct_7567]

You could have. Andy and I are good at what we do. The best, some would say.

[ Nobody says this. Well, Rex says it. Rex says it often, in fact, like a proud mother hen. He's always admired skill and daring just about as much as he admires valor in the field and while he tries not to pump up the others' egos too much, he can't help himself. They're incredible, and that makes them the best damn team in the galaxy. He can't stay mad for long, though, not when Poe just did exactly what he does - and Rex would have never fallen for him if that wasn't the case. He doesn't move, arm still braced above Poe's head, face hovering over Poe's, enjoying their closeness, luxuriating in the fact that he's still alive for them to have this fight. ]

You know, if I'd known how much it'd calm you down, I would've started kissing you a lot sooner.

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Yeah. I know you're both good. The best.

[ A pause, a breath. ]

But we're always better together.

[ It wasn't a new philosophy, from him. He'd said it many times over the years. And he meant it. Every time.

He chuckled quietly, smile turning lopsided and amused. ]

What can I say. You're a good kisser. [ His smile turned softer. ] Not that I would have said no to a few months worth of kisses before I got them... You'll just have to give me extras to make up for lost time.

[ct_7567]

I had a good teacher. [ Rex kisses the corner of Poe's mouth, resting his forehead against his and hovering there for a good, long moment, eyes closed, basking in the moment. He'd been so scared for Poe for so long that it's tempting to just stay like this. And he could. Nobody's stopping him. Poe sure as hell isn't.

But he pulls away anyway, because somebody's got to be the medic on this ship and, horrifyingly, Rex is the most qualified member to do that. ]

Do you think you can sit up? You've been lying here for days. [ He laces his fingers with Poe's, tucking his other hand into the crook of his elbow to bend it. It's probably going to hurt. He's been bending Poe's joints manually when he can, but that's really no solution to being prone in bed for hours on end. ] If you don't move sooner rather than later, it's going to hurt. [ He surveys Poe and his less than optimal state. ] More.

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[ Poe lets out a sigh as Rex pulls away. Yeah, he knew this part would be coming. Didn't mean he had to like it. ]

I was trying to move them a bit earlier. [ He said, grunting slightly as Rex helped him bend his elbow. Yeah. It hurt. But the drugs took the edge off, and he could grin and bear it. He just needed to manage not to look queasy until after Rex left. He was, of course, talking about when Andy crawled into bed with him - he wasn't going to say that he was pretty sure that didn't count.

But he did as Rex ask, wincing a little as he tried to shift back and sit up. His head started swimming instantly, the vertigo making the room feel like it was spinning, and that was what finally broke his stoic expression. Because oh fuck no, he couldn't fly like that--]

Shit - Rex, I'm really dizzy --

[ct_7567]

[ Seeing Poe's expression break hurts, but it's a bearable hurt; it's nowhere as bad as seeing him lie there, still and cold and quiet. Besides, he'd been expecting this. You don't take a blow as bad as the one Poe did without suffering the consequences.

He slips in behind Poe, awkwardly maneuvering himself until he's seated snugly behind him, one leg on either side of his body. ]

It's all right. I've got you. Just lie against me.

[ He can take his time, and so can Poe, even if he wants to jump into things right away. Now that he's recovered enough to be functional, they can take their time. Rex doesn't care if they linger on the Outer Rim for weeks if that's what it takes. He hooks his chin over Poe's shoulder, letting him rest against his considerable bulk - he's far from the scrawny, half-starved clone they picked up on their travels not so long ago - and he laces his fingers with Poe's, starting off with his arms. He maneuvers him slowly, tentatively, letting him get used to the sensation. ]

You're going to have to give yourself time to recover.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe leaned back against him, closing his eyes right against the spinning world. He was used to spinning - in a cockpit he took crazy maneuvers all the time - but he was well trained and barely noticed these days. So the dizziness was not something he was prepared for. Rex, though. Rex he was prepared for, and he sort of melted against him, trying to force his body to relax. He wondered if he could convince Rex to just lie here with him for a bit, but gave a quiet sigh as he knew very well he could not. Rex was determined to put him through his paces, and Poe was determined to get better as fast as possible, s--

Oh, apparently the clone was reading his mind now, too. ]

Already left you guys without a pilot for too long. [ He mumbled, slowly flexing his fingers and then arms as Rex led him through the motions. ]

I'll be fine - just gotta get back into flying shape.