A/N Sorry for the delay! I meant to have this up a couple days ago but things got a little hectic. I think the title of this chapter is pretty self explanatory. Please enjoy this chapter and as usual read and review!

The hangar of the Resistance base bustled with movement as pilots worked on their X-Wings. Conversations over parts and repairs hung in the thick afternoon D'Qar air. Poe Dameron stood at the back of his prized X-Wing tinkering with the engine. Repairs were tedious but they were necessary and something about getting his hands dirty doing the work brought Poe a peace of mind. Something was broken, you fixed it. It was a simple certainty in a galaxy full of uncertainty.

Poe found himself in an old grey flight suit that he used when needed to make repairs on his X-Wing. His hands were covered with grease as he tightened a knob in the engine and he bit his tongue slightly in concentration. BB8 watched dutifully against the wall of the hangar.

"You know if you asked for help on repairs, it'd get done a lot faster." Jess Pava leaned against the wall watching Poe work.

"There's no fun in that," he replied not looking up from his work.

"You call being up to your elbows in grease fun?"

"Actually I do." He smirked at her and tossed the rag that hung over his shoulder at her head.

Jess glared at him after she grabbed the stained rag off of her head.

"I'm gonna get you back for that one Dameron," she muttered walking away to her own X-Wing.

BB-8 beeped something in concern, wheeling closer to the X-Wing.

"Don't worry buddy. She's just joking," he said patting the droid's head. Poe continued working on his X-Wing late into the sunset which left the sunfield directly in the hangar. He ignored the glare that hit his eyes for the first fifteen minutes. A dull ache began to form in the back of his head. The pilot tried to ignore that too until the ache turned into a constant throb.

He backed away from his X-Wing and leaned his head against the cool wall. Poe's breath hitched in his throat as a particularly strong throb rocked his head. It almost felt like….

Shit.

The ache turned into a blinding pain no different than the pain he experienced at the hand of Kylo Ren. It felt exactly like that. Like someone was pulling apart your brain piece by piece and burning it.

Poe's hands gripped the flat wall as he closed his eyes trying to block out the bright setting sun that only seemed to make his headache worse. A pained groan escaped his lips as he slid down to the floor, resting his head in his hands.

BB8 was by their master's side in a second, but Poe's head hurt too much to even look up at his companion.

"Just a headache BB8 I'll be fine," he breathed out. Poe's eyes were shut tightly, trying to block out any light seeping in.

Sometimes his master's stubborn attitude frustrated BB8. The little droid love Poe with all their mechanical heart, but Poe made it difficult for them to do their job.

Sweat began forming on Poe's forehead as his breath grew more shallow. The stabbing pain in his head was all consuming and was radiating its was down to his neck. Food that he had consumed earlier threatened to work its way back up.

BB8 popped their mechanical arm out. In their arm was a small container holding a white pills.

Poe glanced at the container as much as the pain would allow him.

"Where'd you get those?" he asked.

BB8 beeped something quickly, almost too quickly for Poe to respond in his state.

"Dr. Kalonia gave them to you? Why didn't she just give them to me?"

BB8's low beep was laced with a hint of sarcasm.

"She knew I wouldn't take them if she gave to me? So she used you?"

The droid gave Poe a thumbs up. Poe laughed slightly as he opened the container and took one of the pills, his hands shaking. He rested his head against the wall of the hangar waiting for relief to come. BB8 nudged Poe's leg in the direction of the hangar exit. It didn't take much for the pilot to figure out what the droid wanted.

"I'll rest later buddy. Need to finish these repairs."

BB8 instantly rolled in front of the X-Wing as if to block Poe's path to it. Poe smiled slightly as a relief slowly came to him.

"Okay, okay, rest it is. You win," he said putting his hands up in defeat. Poe stood up slowly and leaned against the wall as he walked towards his quarters. BB8 was on his heels careful not to trip their master.

The ache started to dull as he reached his room. It no longer felt like someone was stabbing his brain from the inside. He reached his quarters and flopped down on the bed, quickly falling asleep and softly snoring.

BB8 stayed in the room the whole time keeping a careful watch.

A/N: Okay there you go! I'm going to try and stick with updating once a week, but I go back to school next week so updates may be a little slow. If you guys have any idea for prompts drop them in the review. I've already gotten one!