Stitches | Poe Dameron

Epilogue

My feet clicked against the floor as I made my way to work. Everyday the same thing. Routine was the universal solution for getting by; wake up at the same time, eat at the same time, go to sleep at the same time. The same routine, it would seem boring, but I knew enough about routine and getting by.

Not only that, I never truly understood the impact people could have in my life. Sure, Esma was my first real friend, but I never truly weighed her impact because she has never left me. And I'm grateful that she's still with me, of course. But Poe. That man. The impact he had on me.

Not just me though, everyone. Mage, General Organa, the pilots.

He was said to be dead. Neither him nor BB-8 returned from the mission. I guess Skywalker will stay forever hidden. Was he even worth it?

My life had become back to what it was before Poe, but I didn't like it. It was different than before, the sticky glue residue left from a ripped off bandaid that your left picking at for the next while. But I didn't want the residue, I wanted the bandaid back. I just wanted Poe.

What was I supposed to think? Do I believe that he truly is dead? Do I still keep hope? What if I do and he really is dead? Do I wait for him forever? Do I move on?

Routine.

Get up, eat, go to work, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat.

It's all good, I guess.

I made my way to the receptionist desk, Cir handed me a few files. A few mechanics who got a little mixed up with their tools, and a pilot trainee who didn't buckle his seatbelt.

Same old routine.

I made my rounds, stitching up the new patients, checking up on old ones. As I went through someone's file I absently fiddled with my sunflower necklace, my mouth spoke of a diagnosis but my mind was on the stupid pilot.

"I like your necklace." The patient spoke up, my eyes being pried off the sheet to look at her.

"Thank you," I said softly. "Someone got it for me."

"Commander Dameron, right?" She said and my grip tightened on the charm.

I nodded my head.

"Do you miss him?"

I sighed and stared at the girl's turquoise eyes and black pupils.

"Deeply." I responded before excusing myself.

I stood for a minute outside her door, just thinking of my missing boyfriend. How long had he been gone again? How long have I been going through my routine?

My hands, now empty of files, showed that I was now done. I could head to my office. My feet took me there on instinct, my face probably emotionless as I pulled out my key card, trying to juggle my key chain and a muffin. My mind was basically on autopilot as I unlock the door and step into the already light room.

"There you are, Stitches."

I sighed in annoyance and headed to my desk.

"Poe, you're not supposed to be in my of-" my head snapped to my table. The living, breathing, Commander of the black squadron leaning against it. A grin graced his beautiful arrogant lips. "Poe!"

I abandoned anything and everything in my hands as my body flung itself onto the man, knocking him over onto my table. My arms wrapped around his neck and I all but choked him with my hug.

"You're here!" I cried and started kissing his face all over. I needed to make sure he was real and he was all here. His nose, cheek, chin, forehead, temple, eyelids, lips.

Pulling him in, I kissed him with full force, his arms pulling me into him as he sat up. Only when I tasted a salty liquid did I realize I was crying.

"Oh my god, you're here." I buried my head in his shoulder. His hand rubbed soothingly up and down my back as he hugged me.

"I'm here." He reassured.

I stood between his legs as he sat on my table. We stayed in that position for a while, him rubbing my back and me holding onto him for dear life.

"Everyone thought you were dead." I mumbled.

"What did you think?" His voice was rough but I've never heard anything better.

"I didn't know what to think." I pulled back, my hands cupping his cheeks as I looked at him. He had bruises and cuts littering his face, none of them deep enough to need stitching. And none of them infected.

"Stop looking at me like a doctor." Poe commanded with a soft voice, I looked into his eyes. "Look at me like you're my girlfriend."

A smile stretched my lips so far they hurt. A small laughed escaped me as I bent down to kiss him gently. We both melted.

"Don't do that again." I warned him when we broke, our foreheads touching and eyes closed.

"Of course I'm gonna do that again."

I shook my head.

"I love you, Stitches." His voice barely above a whisper.

My heart hammered in my chest, blood rushed to my cheeks so fast that I got light headed and was thankful our eyes were closed. But I didn't hesitate to respond.

"I love you too, Pilot."

Aaaaaand we're done.

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