The worst timing in the Galaxy

The worst feeling in the universe

Finn has had it rough. From escaping the First Order to running into the Resistance's best pilot, then helping him escape, then assuming he's dead, taking his jacket and stripping out of his stormtrooper armor. Then meeting some people and trying to complete his dead friend that he knew for 30 minutes' mission. To running into the general of the Resistance, after almost dying by the the First Order. Then finally, meeting his lost, alive, 30 minute known friend who gave him a place and nickname instead of a label and numbers, once again and embracing him. He was congratulated on completing his mission and complimented on holding onto his jacket, which brightened his rather dampened mood. Fast forward, life kicks him in the gut, then next, he wakes to a Poe at a med bay and then if you keep her going forward to present day, Finn opens his eyes to a new morning.

Finn stared at the roof of his room. He contemplated all the running he's been doing in his life, while listening to the bustling sound of Resistance member's getting to work.

"I guess I should be lucky..." Finn trailed off as he sat up slowly, the scar on his back a soft ache.

Finn took a shower and got ready for the day, of doing nothing. Maybe bothering Poe or talking to Rey over a communicator, or trying to understand BB-8, is something he could do. Though, going to BB-8 meant being near Poe anyway's so Finn went with the latter and looked for Poe around the landing bay. He spotted him tweaking something underneath his X-wing and smiled as he hurried his slow steps towards him.

"Hey Poe!" Finn called out.

Poe looked towards Finn and smiled brightly, he slid out from under his ship to meet Finn half way. Giving Finn a small hug before speaking.

"Hey, buddy! Got nothing to do?" He asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Finn questioned.

"Well, you came to hang out with me." Poe responded in a teasing tone.

"Hahaha, I can't?" Finn jokingly said.

"Of course you can bud, anytime." Poe sincerely said before turning back to his work. Finn smiled.

"So, what are you doing? Well, other than fixing your X-Wing." Finn said as he walked over to BB-8's side.

"Oh, well, other than fixing my X-wing, I'm making some adjusts to the handles and other place's to have it fly a little smoother." Poe said as he picked up a tool box and turned toward's Finn.

"Wanna help?" Poe asked, holding the Tool box out. "All you have to do is hand me the thing's I need when I call them out." Poe said in a half smile.

"Sure, if i'm good enough." Finn said as he took the tool box and stood next to Poe who squatted back under his ship.

"Obviously you're good enough, Finn. Hey, tell you what. Once we're done." Poe screwed open a panel. "I'll take you somewhere nice. How does that sound?" Poe said with a devilish smirk.

Finn's heart beated in an unnatural pace that he wasn't used too. "S-sure." He stuttered for the first time in his life.

"Haha, alright then, let's get this done quickly." Poe said before asking Finn to pass him a wrench. 

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It was sometime in the afternoon when they finished. Finn was seated on the ground watching Poe finish up screwing some panels and pieces back into place. Poe hopped down from the cockpit of his ship with a towel and dabbed his face that was covered in grease and sweat.

"Phew, that took some time huh, Finn?" Poe said.

Finn stared at how Poe's orange jumpsuit was zipped down and tied to his waist, belts hanging loosely to his sides.  Finn caught himself, realizing he was checking Poe out.