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:
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[killtime]

[ She huffs out a breath that might have been a half-hearted laugh, if she could be assed to try a bit harder. Smoke wisps from her mouth as it curves up faintly in a wry, fleeting expression. Shaking her head a little, she shifts in the copilot's chair to tuck her legs up, curling into her seat. It's rueful when she answers, a little tired and a little quiet. ]

I know you do.

[ A little fond, too. ]

I'm the one you shot earlier, remember?

[flightforfreedom]

Well, you were kind of being a dick. [ He's not going to pull punches about it. Sure, he feels a lot less righteous than he did in that moment, but. ]

But I shouldn't have stunned you.

I just didn't know what the hell else to do. I've seen you guys fight. I don't really want to see you fight each other.

[killtime]

[ She shrugs lightly, a small motion of her shoulders under her jacket as she smokes, all curled up in her chair. ]

I don't know. Between you and me? [ Wryly: ] I wouldn't mind trying to pin him down.

[ A small pause, as she tilts her head, resting it on her knees as she watches Poe, contemplating him. Her eyes are softer than the mild edge of mockery makes her voice. ]

Besides, it's kind of hot when you pull off a shot like that. Really makes a girl's heart race, even when half her body is paralyzed.

[flightforfreedom]

[ He didn't want to smile. He wanted to wallow in his hurt for a while - wanted to know how it felt so that he could avoid feeling that way again. How? He didn't know. Maybe sure no one's nose got broken, at least. But he couldn't help the slight twitching of his lip as he turned his attention back to the dashboard. She wasn't allowed to make him smile. Not right now. ]

There's pinning and then pinning, and you know exactly what I mean. [ He finished his checklist and then finally flipped one of the switches to the engine, the whole ship slowly beginning to rev to life around them. ]

You're trying to calm me down with flattery and innuendo. [ He accused, but there was no bite in it. ] It's sort of working. But the first part worked better.

[ He paused, wet his lips, and then hit another switch, the hum of the engines increasing in frequency. ]

... I love you too, Andy.

[killtime]

[ Quietly, simply: ]

Yeah. I know.

[ No fight this time. Just acknowledgment. Acceptance. She says nothing else for a long moment, just letting the sounds of the ship engines fill the air around them with their familiar hum. It's comforting, in a way. And they're overdue to leave this shithole of a planet anyway.

Finally, with that mild wryness of hers: ]

So can we kiss and make up now?

[flightforfreedom]

[ It does help, the lack of a fight. For the first time he thinks she actually means it - there's no trace of her saying it just to end an argument. He pulls back on the throttle gentle as she lets the moment stretch, and soon there is nothing but blue light quickly shifting darker as the ship smoothly rockets toward the atmosphere.

He lets out a soft snort at the question, glancing over at her. ]

... Yeah. [ His voice is a little soft. Honestly? Now that she said it? He really did just want to pull her against him and kiss her until he forgot why he was upset in the first place. ]

But you've gotta close the space because I'm a little busy for the next couple of minutes.

Is Rex alright?

[killtime]

[ The truth is, she's still the same shitty old Andy she ever was, cagey and moody and a little bit of a liar — but she said she was going to try, so she will. She'll stay and she'll try, even if she fucks it up now and then. She'll love them the best that she knows how. ]

...Besides his nose? I think so. [ She uncurls herself slowly, like the old woman she is, stretching her legs a bit before she gets up from the copilot's seat. ] Might have to ask him yourself. He could still be mad at me.

[ Finally, she comes to lean over Poe's chair instead, holding her cigarette out of the way as she brushes a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth. With the usual faint twinge of wryness: ]

You think if we make enough of a ruckus, he'll come and check on us?

[flightforfreedom]

Well you did break his nose, I think he's allowed to be annoyed. [ But his voice is almost as wry as hers. It's too easy, to slip back into the banter like nothing has happened. He isn't going to fight it, right now. ]

Well, you could start yelling at me, and he might come back with the blaster, who knows. You could get stunned twice in one day.

[ He turned his head to just barely catch her lips a little more than she meant, then lets out a breath. ]

... Maybe I should make us food, or something. [ Poe almost never cooks. Not because he can't, exactly, but because why bother when he can eat anything presented to him in a foil wrapper. ]

Just - an excuse for us to all spend time together. I think that'd make him feel better faster than anything else.

[ Though he might be talking about himself more than he's talking about Rex. ]

[killtime]

To be fair, I warned him. [ Sort of. ] And you avenged him, so as far as I'm concerned, we're all fucking squared away here. No need to shoot me twice.

[ The suggestion of Poe cooking does make her pause a little though. Honestly, she'd gotten so used to rations that she'd half-forgotten any of them could cook. She's surprised to find that the idea appeals to her — a meal together, something as homemade as you can get when you live on a ship. It'd probably make them all feel better. And a bit more... Together. Especially after all she's put them through these past few days. ]

Lend you a hand, if you want. [ She's not a brilliant chef by any means, but she's competent enough. Hard not to be, when you're centuries old. ] Just don't feed us so much that we won't all fit in one bed later.

[ Because, casually as she says that, some part of her really just wants to close her eyes and fall asleep to the rhythm of them breathing nearby. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ There's a slight warmth that rises to his cheeks at her suggestion, because damn. Damn, he wants that so badly. And only 1/3rd in a sexual way. Getting to pass out with them both next to him just - sounds really fucking appealing, right now. ]

Yeah. We can cook together. [ He likes the idea more than he thought he would, and the fact that it comes from Andy just makes him feel really grateful. ]

And then we can all crawl into a bed and sleep for 80 years.