Stitches | Poe Dameron

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After a shower and some sleep I was back to normal. The next day I had apologized to Poe for my behaviour and introduced him to his Physiotherapist. He ended up staying a couple days after the three weeks of therapy, but I didn't mind because BB-8 was truly an amazing assistant.

"Okay BB-8," I smile down at the droid. "Are you ready for Commander Dameron to finally be free?"

BB-8 beeped happily as they kept up with my pace towards Poe's room.

I knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

"Come in." I hear Poe's muffled voice.

I smile as I enter the room see BB-8 zoom towards Poe, beeping about the day they had with me. Poe smiled and listened to his droid.

Along with Poe, a couple pilots were there sitting in the chairs.

"Good Evening, everyone." I greet and take out my clipboard.

"Is it evening already?" One pilot, with blonde hair, asked. "Do you need us to leave?"

They were about to get up when I stopped them.

"No need for that." I say and turn towards Poe.

He looks up at me with his hand on BB-8. After my little incident, he tried to bring it up, but dropped it when I wouldn't give him an answer.

"I have good news and bad news." I say and try to hold back a knowing smile.

Poe looked slightly worried.

"Bad news first..." he hesitated.

"I would love to keep your droid." I say.

Poe looked confused.

"Well BB-8 likes helping you so he can continue as long as I'm here." Poe says.

I sigh and smile, reaching for a paper in my clipboard.

"That brings me to the good news." I hand him the paper.

"These are your release papers, they outline what you are and aren't allowed to do for the next two weeks until you come back for a check-up."

Poe's eyes widened and a smile spread across his face as he took the paper. BB-8 started beeping happily saying how they already knew that Poe was going to be free.

"All you need to do is sign the second page, give it to me and you're free to go." I say and hand him a pen.

Poe takes the pen and signs his name, handing me back the document.

"I'm free!" Poe shouts and raises his arms in the air. One higher than the other cause he was still taking it slow.

BB-8 rolled towards me, I kneeled down.

"Thank you for being such a great assistant these past two months." I lean over and kiss the top of its head.

BB-8 then proceeds to whir loudly as its head spins around again, the droid has done that a few times over the course of us working together. I figured it was normal for it to overheat.

"What did you do to my droid!?" Poe then shouts.

I look confusedly at him.

"What do you mean?" I ask. "It does that all the time."

"No it doesn't!" Poe bends down to BB-8 just as the droid calms down and beeps for Poe not to worry.

Poe looks at me expectantly. I didn't know what to do.

"I'm hungry." The pilot that spoke before breaks the silence, and for that I'm thankful.

"What? Dak, BB-8 Just malfunctioned and then acted like it was nothing?" The other pilot says and Dak gives him a glare. "Ohhh."

"Yea, I'm hungry too." He says as he and Dak stand up and leave the room.

I was afraid to say anything. The way Poe was looking at me sent a shiver through my entire body, like he was expecting something, and I wanted to oblige but I didn't know what he wanted. Luckily he spoke.

"Thank you for everything, Stitches." He stands up and smiles softly.

I didn't bother to tell him not to call me Stitches, I was still in his trance. Poe took two strides towards me and leaned down.

"I know this is unprofessional, but I'd like to see the unprofessional Lyla." And with that he kissed my cheek, turned on his heels and casually walked out of the room.

A squeak escaped from my mouth.

~*~

"LYLA OH MY GOD!" Esma screamed into my pillow with pure happiness.

"I know it was so unprofessional what if someone finds out?" I pace my room.

Esma removes her head from my pillow and looks at me.

"You have got to cut yourself some slack," she says. "Not everyone is going to throw you out at some minor mishap that wasn't your fault."

My eyes dart to hers in a glare as she realized what she said.

"Wrong choice of words, but you understand my point." Esma scooted over and patted the side of my small bed.

I sighed and sat down, leaning my head on Esma's shoulder.

"The day I asked you to take out Poe's stitches I had a flashback." I said as Esma wrapped her arms around me.

"What?" She asked, "haven't you not had one for years?"

I nod my head and stare at my floor.

"I'm sure it's just a fluke." She dismisses it and gets up. "Now you go to sleep, tomorrow we don't have work so I'm going to take you on a date."

I smile at my best friend.

"You're the best." I say and get under my covers.

A large smile spreads on Esma's face.

"I know," she says. "Be ready at 9."

And she walks out my door.