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

[ct_7567]

[ Rex is, technically, supposed to be the sanest one of the bunch. He's not a pilot like Poe - Poe may be exceptionally reckless even for a pilot, but Rex has known plenty in his day; they're all a little bit like this - and Andy's got the kind of cock-sure attitude that only comes with being alive for more years than he can wrap his head around, which means that it's up to him to provide a voice of reason. And he often does.

He just happens to do it after the battle. He may not enjoy fessing up to it, but he's as foolhardy as they are. Which is why instead of chastising them like he once would, when he was more concerned about their work as a team, about his image, and about getting out of things in one piece, he just says, ] Whoever doesn't make the shot has to muck out the engine room.

[ He likes cleaning. He doesn't like cleaning up oil. He doesn't wait for Andy's answer before pulling the trigger. He's a perfect shot, something he's always been proud of - which means that the only way Andy's winning is if she pulls the trigger first. ]</small

[killtime]

[ But here's the thing — Andy never had a fucking chance. Not on this bet. Not against Rex. Not with her sitting there in her gunner's chair with a cigarette hanging from her lips, one leg casually propped up like she's just enjoying the scenery. This woman? She's firing off a few shots for fun. She knows very well they that would've been just fine even if she'd decided to go into the back and take a nap while they escaped. There's no better pilot than Poe, and no better shot than Rex.

So, she doesn't pull the trigger first. She only sighs out a mouthful of cancerous smoke in resignation as Rex's shot takes beautiful advantage of Poe's expert maneuvering. ]

Jokes on you assholes — you'll have to deal with me when I'm cranky and covered in engine grease.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe gave and excited WOO when the fighter explodes in a fireball right below them, the shockwave of the blast making the whole ship rattle. But he's not wasting any time - already shifting course to rocket up through the atmosphere. ]

As if I wouldn't let you do basically anything to me while cranky and covered with engine grease. What's so bad about engine grease? [ Force knows he spends enough time covered in the stuff whenever he and BB-8 decide to make "improvements" to the ship. ]

Hope you guys didn't want to spend any more time in this system - the broadband chatter is lighting up about us. I'm gonna have to make a couple jumps. Any requests?

[ct_7567]

[ When the shot hits true, Rex just grins fiercely through the scope for a moment before checking back into the conversation just in time to hear some remarkably familiar banter. ]

Of course you don't have a problem with it. You practically live there.

[ Thank god one of them does. Rex can't profess to know his way around all that junk. ]

Just get us away from the Empire. [ A beat. ] And preferably not to a desert planet. I've had enough of those to last me a lifetime.

[killtime]

I wouldn't mind a beach. We're probably due for a vacation anyway.

[ As if the chaos ever stops. Trouble seems to find them even when they aren't looking for it — and when they aren't being paid for it. But the truth is, Andy doesn't much care where they end up. Even with that black eye and a bet lost, she's as content as she ever is. It won't matter where they go, as long as they go together. ]

Maybe pick a place where they'll have less of our posters.

[flightforfreedom]

Away from the empire, somewhere with a beach, no deserts, and with less of our posters. You guys know that's a pretty high bar, right?

[ He said this, but he was already punching coordinates into the nav computer. ]

Luckily for you, I know a place. Just don't look at me sideways when we get to the spaceport - the city itself isn't a great thing to look at, and there are a ton of bugs near the canals, but we can get out to one of the oceans once we get there.

[ Outside, the colour of the sky was going from bright blue, to dark blue, to black dotted with stars as they rocketed out of the atmosphere. ]

Okay, everyone strap in, I'm making the jump to hyperspace.

[ They only got a couple of seconds, though, before he was pulling back on the lever and suddenly the stars became streaks of light. ]

DAMN I'M IMPRESSED BY YOUR WOOKIEPEDIA-FU

[ct_7567]

It can't be worse than anything we've already --

[ Rex is cut off by the fact that they're propelled into hyperspace more quickly than he can finish his sentence, instinctively grabbing at the gunner seat's armrests. He's got a sneaking suspicion that any trip that they go on that's proposed as a vacation is going to be anything but, but that's fine by him. Even if they tend to spread chaos no matter where they go, it's a righteous sort of chaos and he enjoys it just as much as -- what, a beachfront vacation?

Once his body catches up to hyperspace - it will always give him pause, no matter how many times they do it - he clears his throat, rolling one shoulder. ]

As I was saying. Nothing wrong with bugs so long as we're not eating them.

[killtime]

[ Andy's already up from her seat, stretching out her arms above her head with that damn cigarette still hanging from her mouth. ]

I don't give a damn what the place looks like, really. I just want to sleep this job off. [ Gingerly, she prods at her own black eye, eyebrows pinching when it predictably causes a dull ache in her skull. ] Feels like we've been going nonstop for weeks.

[ Dryly: ] Might be nice to spend quality time together without being shot at.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe's tapping in some last minute calculations, then he slides out of the pilot seat to walk back towards them, his job done for a little while. ]

Well, I'm not going to jinx it and say that no one will shoot at us, but I'm hoping for maybe a few less. And no bug breakfasts.

[ He walks back over to them so he can give them both a proper once-over - starting with Andy because she's the more likely to run away if he leaves her to last. He reaches out, letting his fingers hover just barely over her black eye, and he frowns. ]

Tell me whatever asshole did this was someone I shot in the meantime. Or that you did.

[ct_7567]

[ The shooting bit, Rex can handle. It's the bugs he can't. But it's a little sweet, actually, that Andy wants to spend some quality time without being chased by explosions, which just goes to show that Rex's metric of what does and doesn't count as sweet has been tampered with over the years. ]

Did you see the explosion we left behind? If whoever did it wasn't shot by one of us, then they just lived long enough for a more abrupt end.

[ He swivels 'round in the gunner's chair, watching as Poe looks Andy over, placidly leaving the task to him. He gets to his feet and walks over to where Poe left the bounty posters, finally giving them a once-over. They're something all right. He never thought he'd have one of these. ]

[killtime]

[ Andy, for her part, just gives the usual shrug. ]

What, you don't think it makes me look cool and rugged?

[ Dry as ever, because she knows Rex is right — maybe someone got in a good one at her, but that was probably the last thing of note they ever did before either getting shot down or blown up. So. Fuck 'em. She'll take the shiner.

Then, with a glance over at Rex and their bounty posters: ]

What the hell are we even going to do with those?

100 years later, woops

[flightforfreedom]

I think it makes me want to shoot someone. [ Wryly, ] But Rex makes a good point.

[ He walks over to the med kit and starts rifling through it. ]

I'm putting them on my wall, obviously.

One here in the cockpit and one in the bedroom.