CONSTELLATIONS | Poe Dameron

CHAPTER IV

Sienna

I made my way back to my room after an easy day at work. My day had been filled with checking up on the injured fighters and filling out paperwork with their recovery instructions. It had been a few days since they were brought in, and each of them had been healing perfectly.

As I hung my med coat back in the closet, I caught sight of my running shoes sitting on the floor. It had been over a week since I last had time to run, but I had more than enough time to run the trails before it became dark outside. I put on training clothes and my shoes and threw my long hair in a bun on the top of my head. After some light stretching, I made my way to the woods, following the trails that I had memorized over my years here. The dense forest surrounded me on both sides and blocked out the noise from the base as I continued on.

After a few miles, I was running back towards base when a whirring sound came up behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see the same droid from the other day making its way to my side, keeping pace with me.

"BB-8, what are you doing out here?" I asked with a wide smile. He let out some cheerful sounds, letting me know he had seen me through the woods and decided to come and say hi.

"It's good to see you again, too. I'm glad we were both paying attention to where we were going this time around." A low grumble came from BB-8 as he recalled almost being made into a kickball at our first meeting. I giggled at the droid as we slowed to a stop on the outskirts of the hangar. Brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen loose from my bun, I kneeled down in front of BB-8 and placed my hand on the side of his unit. He spun his head around to look into the hangar towards a black T70 X-wing. There was a man rummaging through supplies at the base of the ship, his brown leather jacket pulled taught across his back. BB-8 let out a load series of beeps that caused the man to turn around and look in our direction. I recognized him as the unit's owner from the other day. As our eyes locked, I gave him a small wave in recognition.

BB-8 spun his head back around to face me. I broke my gaze with the man and smiled as I stood up. "I have to head back, but I'll see you around, okay?" Once again, he stuck his attachment out and gave me a thumbs up as he rolled away towards his owner. I was turning my back towards the hangar when I heard the familiar masculine voice call out,

"Hey! Hold on!"

I spun on my heel and watched as the man jogged his way over to me. He gave me a charming smile when he got closer, a glint in his dark brown eyes..

"Looks to me like you're trying to charm my BB-8 unit."

I let out a soft laugh as I looked at the man. "He's the charmer out of the two of us- don't let him fool you." BB-8 gave some chirpy response, tucking his head down as if all of a sudden bashful. This caused both the man and I to chuckle. I turned my attention to the X-wing over the man's shoulder,

"That's a beautiful Starfighter. Who flies it?"

I swear I saw the man's chest puff out as he put his hands on his hips. "That would be me, sweetheart. Commander Poe Dameron," he stated sticking his hand out to me.

Sweetheart. I remember him calling me that during our last encounter as well. "That would be doctor to you, Commander, not sweetheart. Dr. Dreis." I shook his hand quickly, trying to think of where I had heard his name before. "Your name sounds very familiar.."

If even possible, he puffed himself up even more. "You've probably heard it around. I'm one of the best pilots in the resistance."

I suddenly recalled hearing his name from a few nurses in the med wing. They had been sharing details of their dating lives. A few too many details.

"A pilot, huh? Oh wait, I do remember hearing about you. However I don't believe it was for being the best pilot," you said as his bright smile faltered slightly, "I believe it was for being the 'best hookup' a few of my nurses have had." I crossed my arms in front of me and smirked as his chest suddenly fell. Got him.

"Uh no, no I think you're mistaken," he stumbled over his words and rubbed the base of his neck as BB-8 watched on from the side, his head swiveling back and forth between the two of us.

"I don't recall anyone else on this base being named Dameron, but perhaps I am mistaken. Either way, pleasure meeting you, Commander. See you later, BB-8." I gave a final look in the Commander's direction to see him still struggling to find the words to retort my statement. Shaking my head, I made my way back to my quarters to get showered and into bed.

That night I dreamt of dark curls and brown eyes.