Finn woke at 0800. After a lifetime spent waking up at a mandatory 0600, he felt momentarily bewildered and panicked. He could not imagine how he could have slept past roll call, or why no one had come to punish him yet. But no. He was in Poe's room, of course, and the pilot was still sleeping soundly beside him. Finn lay back down with a sigh of relief and edged closer to Poe as he replayed the nights events over and over in his head like a particularly addicting holovid series. Poe's lips, Poe's body rocking against him, his voice…Finn wanted desperately to wake him and try it all again, but he couldn't bring himself to rouse him out of such a solid slumber. He contented himself with studying Poe's sleeping face. 'Adorable' was the first word that came to his mind; likely more innocent than he had any right to look. He lay on his stomach, his hair an absolute mess. He'd bunched the quilt over his mouth like some scruffy child with a security blanket. It was hard for Finn to comprehend or name the swell of love that made him laugh into his pillow and made his stomach flutter. He tore his eyes away from Poe, glanced to the side, and nearly screamed.

BB-8 had, once again, crept right to the edge of the bed, it's large dark lens reflecting Finn's startled face back at him. He covered his mouth with his hand and closed his eyes for patience.

"You gotta stop doing that." He whispered sharply.

BB-8 chuckled up at him and burbled something incomprehensible.

"Okay, okay, whatever. Just…keep it quiet, alright? I don't want to wake him up."

BB-8 nodded and Finn lay for a long while, considering the insane ways in which his life had changed. If someone would have told his past self that within one month he'd become friends with a jedi-in-training, help destroy Starkiller Base, fight Kylo Ren, and be waking up in a Resistance Colonel's bed, he would've laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. He shook his head with a musing smile, glancing at Poe and then down to the patiently waiting BB-8. An idea occurred to him. "Hey…could you bring me my datapad?" He whispered. "I might as well work on that case some more."

BB-8 wobbled over to Finn's cot and gripped the slim datapad in it's hydraulic manipulator arm. Rotating strangely to keep the datapad level, BB-8 plopped it gracelessly down on the bed and then tittered softly. "Thanks." He switched on the device, his eyes flickering back to the droid as it waited patiently at his bedside. His mouth pursed, considering.

"So…you two have been together for ages, right? What do you think about this? Are you okay with me being…you know…around?" He tossed his head marginally in Poe's direction and then pointed at himself.

BB-8 would have blushed if it had been able; it absolutely loved it when organics asked for its opinion, especially in matters that concerned it's living arrangement. Poe had always treated BB-8 as a caring and sentient being with it's own feelings and personality, but the droid had met enough organics in it's life to know that such a viewpoint was certainly not universal. It was glad that the pilot only tended to associate with people who shared his feelings about droids. BB-8 nodded vigorously and launched into a long and thankfully quiet speech that Finn could only nod blankly at. He would've given his new datapad, clothing, and cot to know what BB-8 had said; whatever it was, it sounded heartfelt. He grinned at the droid.

"Well…that sounds good, I think."

BB-8 rolled forwards, inclining it's half-domed head into the side of the bed in an invitation. Finn stared at it, nonplussed.

"What're you doing?" Finn arched a brow, somewhat concerned.

Again, BB-8 nudged it's head forwards into the side of the bed. Lips pursed, Finn reached out a hand and patted the droid on the top of it's dome as if it were a metallic dog. BB-8 burbled brightly and rocked back and forth in a squirming dance. It chattered and Finn grimaced at the volume, bringing a shushing finger to his lips.

Poe stretched alongside him with a grumpy groan and then rolled over, dragging the blankets with him and leaving Finn exposed to the cool, subterranean air. BB-8 tittered as Finn shot it a glare and tugged unsuccessfully at the quilt. Poe had it wrapped around him in a death grip. "Nice job." Finn hissed as goosebumps crawled over his body. He scooted close to Poe, trying to absorb some of his bundled warmth. "You gotta keep quiet, remember?"

The droid nodded mutely, it's antennae wobbling with the motion. Finn smiled grudgingly at it and turned back to his datapad. He opened the Cross Map and set to work drawing connections between his chosen case and those that had already been entered. Already, several of them shared common threads; of the 8 that had been evaluated, 7 had taken place on outer-rim worlds far from the policies and practices of the Republic; all of the crimes had been committed in impoverished areas with little policing. All of the affected areas had also played host to societal upheaval in the form of class, drug, or species wars (or all three), governmental collapse, or economic collapse. Finn's brows drew together in disgust; the First Order was using the pain and chaos of the desperate to slip in and further its own purposes. If a few children went missing during a riot, who would ever think to chalk it up to First Order operatives? He lost himself in the depressing task for hours.

Poe stirred beside him near 1100 and Finn turned away from his datapad with relief; the pilot was staring warmly up at him and though the blanket covered his mouth, Finn could tell he was smiling. Poe lifted the edge of the blankets and Finn gratefully squirmed back underneath and up against Poe with a blush; even after the night's events it was still a strange, though extremely pleasant sensation to lie skin to skin with someone. Poe leant in, kissing Finn softly. His lips took his words away, and Finn brought a hand to Poe's side, pressing up between his shoulder blades. They held one another for several minutes. Poe grinned, breaking the kiss. "Good morning."

Finn breathed a laugh. "Morning."

Poe brought a hand out from under the blankets and rubbed at his eyes, yawning. His hangover had died sometime in the night and he felt supremely well-rested, a sensation that had become all too rare. "What time is it?" He asked thickly.

"Almost 1100."

"Jeez…I haven't slept that late in years." He stretched hugely and caught Finn's eye. "So, did you have a good time last night? I mean, I don't want to answer for you, but you were so hard I thought you might snap."

Finn huffed a laugh. "It was amazing, Poe. I didn't know we could do that. Did…did you like it?" He asked earnestly.

A smile split Poe's face. "I came like a fucking pulse-cannon."

"…So that really felt good? Having me in you?" He seemed genuinely unsure.

"Mmm, you felt amazing, Finn." He planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Finn smiled, gratified to hear Poe say it though he still didn't quite understand. "Right. But why?"

Poe rolled his eyes slightly, though he smiled. "Anatomy 101, Finn. Your prostate will give you one hell of an orgasm. Best way to stimulate it? Right up the ass." He grabbed Finn's ass cheek and squeezed to emphasize the point, grinning wryly. Finn jolted.

"Yeah?" A nervous and excited trill of desire curled through him.

"Uh huh," Poe leant in, eyes closing as he brought their lips together again. Finn rolled onto his side, his scar pulling slightly at the motion but he hardly noticed; Poe had draped a leg over his hip, grinding their cocks together, and he could focus on nothing else. Poe could feel him going hard as he thrust up his length. Ah, to be 23 again, he mused.

"Ahh…Poe…" Finn gasped.

An ear-piercingly shrill wolf-whistle almost sent them through the roof; Finn's erection died so fast it nearly hurt.

"Dammit, BB-8, come on!" Poe yelled, sitting bolt upright with a scandalized glare at the droid.

[Just a friendly reminder that Finn has to be at Kalonia's in less than an hour. You both should refuel.] BB-8 casually tossed it's head.

Poe slouched with a sigh and rubbed at his forehead. "Right. Right..."

"I forgot he was there." Finn choked.

"Relax," Poe chuckled at Finn's mortified expression, "he's pretty much seen it all at this point. Sorry I got you all riled up for nothing, baby."

Finn grinned. There was that endearing word again. "That's okay—his whistle did me in."

"Yeah, he excels at killing boners. Once he rolled in here, zapped me square in my ass, and rolled right back out. Destroyed the mood. I think he gets a kick out of it honestly. Don't you, you perverse little thing?" He glared down at BB-8 who casually plucked Finn's boxers off the floor with it's gripping arm, examined them, and disdainfully tossed them aside like so much trash. Finn arched a brow.

[I don't know what you're talking about. I can't help it if human hydraulic systems are so tetchy.]

"…Hydraulic systems. Quit saying stuff like that." Poe shook his head, disturbed and amused as he wondered, not for the first time, what went through the droids head.

"You've got to teach me binary." Finn said, regarding BB-8 bemusedly. "He gave me a speech this morning and I had no idea what he was saying."

"Probably nothing good." Poe's eyes tightened suspiciously on the droids innocent lens. "But sure, we'll teach you. Come on," he patted Finn's arm, "we both need to shower before Kalonia's…" He broke off, eyes suddenly wide. "Oh shit!"

"What?" Finn asked in alarm.

"Don't tell Kalonia we had sex! She will cut my nuts off." He said emphatically.

Finn laughed, bewildered. "Why would I tell her? And why would she cut your nuts off?"

"Because you weren't supposed to do anything that might hurt your back and I rode you like a fucking ronto-wrangler. And you fell out of bed the other night." He brought his fingers nervously to his lip.

"I actually feel pretty good. The bacta-gel is really helping."

"She'll know though. I swear she's psychic. And I can't lie for shit—if she looks at me, it's over."

"I think you'll be fine, Poe." Finn smiled. "I mean—she's a doctor. She wouldn't actually hurt someone, would she?"

Poe laughed mirthlessly.

[She will kill him.] BB-8 agreed.

A heavy, languid stupor hung over mess as Poe guided them in. Heads nodded on to shoulders, a river of caff was being downed in copious amounts, and loud noises hurriedly shushed. Poe grinned obnoxiously at the puffy-eyed countenances that greeted him; he felt like a million credits; his hangover was gone, he'd slept like the dead, his back no longer felt like a bantha had trampled him, he was cleaned and shaved, and he had Finn.

Finn was simply grateful that everyone seemed too tired and exhausted to spare them much attention as they traveled past. He felt that he had a glowing holosign hovering above his head that exclaimed "Lost Virginity to Poe! Everyone Look!" He shifted slightly. It's nothing to be embarrassed of, right? He soothed himself. A sudden scent wafting through mess hall took him out of his nervous thoughts. It was thick; yeasty and sugary, with greasy undertones that made his mouth water. The smell was so solid he fancied he could take a bite out of the air. His stomach growled like an angry beast.

BB-8 chirped cheerfully as it saw R3 (or, as Snap referred to it, Tubbs) and rolled up to the green and white astromech with an emphatic babble. R3 wobbled back and forth and whistled. The noise went through the collective nerves of everyone in the hall like an ice-pick to the brain.

"Shhh...Shhhh…bad droids." Snap groaned, rubbing at his brow.

Poe grinned devilishly as he brought Finn up to the end of the table. "Good morning, pilots and sundry!" He announced in an annoyingly bright voice. Snap blinked up at him. Bastian and Liv Nek shot him twin glares. Ziff didn't bother lifting his head from the crook of his arm. Jess was nowhere to be seen and likely still passed out somewhere.

Poe could not resist. "Well, we all look like we've had a fine night. I thought we might do a few combat maneuvers today. You know, a few Antilles Swoops to loosen up?"

Bastian brought a hand to his mouth. The thought of juking out of a breakneck dive made him want to vomit.

"Kriffing hell, Poe. You drank more than me. How are you so damn chipper?" Snap rubbed at his eyes.

"It's disgusting," Ziff moaned from around his arm.

"Lots of water and sleep. And a good fucking." Poe added as an afterthought.

Finn choked a mortified laugh, trying to hastily turn it into a cough. He met Poe's eyes in disbelief and Poe winked at him.

"You're such a delicate little flower, Colonel." Snap leveled his brows, his chin in his palm. He glanced marginally at Finn. "So he got you, huh?"

"Uh…yep. I've been got." He scratched awkwardly at the back of his head.

[Actually, knowing Poe's preference, I would say that you got him. If you meant that in a 'who penetrated whom' kind of way.] BB-8 supplemented helpfully.

Poe snorted, taking that as his que to go fetch breakfast.

"I don't want to know what he said, do I." Finn grimaced.

"No," Snap confirmed with a sad shake of his head, "no you do not."

They left mess with three minutes to spare to get to medbay. Finn clutched at his stomach as the lift carried them down; he'd eaten everything Poe had put in front of him and some of Poe's food as well. The golden brown flatcakes slathered with dairy and caramelized sugar had turned him into some kind of slavering Hutt, and he'd been unable to refuse the crispy strips of fried bantha that had all but melted in his mouth. It would've been rude to leave out the fluffy yellow mounds of whipped eggs and cheese, so he'd polished them off as well. It was plenty enough to get his pain pill working.

"You know…maybe it was a bad idea to eat so much before rehab…" He mused.

Poe nodded. "I thought about that, but I couldn't tell you to slow down. You were so into it."

"If we pinpoint the First Order, we should just bomb them with food. All the troopers would switch sides like that." He snapped his fingers.

Poe arched a brow, considering. "That's almost not a bad idea. Almost."

Kalonia looked up from her workstation as they entered medbay, an armful of patient datafiles clutched to her chest. She passed the files off to an assistant and strode out from around the gently glowing terminal to greet them, brushing her hands together in a business like way. After his time away, medbay seemed somehow smaller to Finn and he peered around in interest. Several of the beds that had been occupied during his stay were now empty, and others boasted new patients. One appeared to be vomiting into pail.

Kalonia followed Finns disgusted gaze. "Got a fair few idiots in with alcohol poisoning last night." She shook her head. "I know General Organa meant well, but I could shake the life out of her; a shipload of alcohol, I ask you?"

Finn and Poe said nothing, though they glanced nervously at one another.

"Well, I trust you've been taking it easy, Finn? Not exerting yourself at all? No quick movements?"

"Nope. I've been taking it really easy." Finn said solidly. Poe was impressed at the easy way Finn had lied. Nice. I should get him to try Sabacc.

Kalonia studied Finn's carefully neutral face for a few seconds and then turned her piercing eyes to Poe, who froze like a mynock in a spotlight. Poe swallowed and hurriedly broke eye-contact. Kalonia's mouth thinned.

"I'm sure the Colonel has been taking excellent care of you, Finn." She said in a suspicious voice that sent a chill up Poe's spine. "And I'm also certain he would never have allowed you to mix alcohol with your pain medications, thereby risking a potentially deadly combination of side-effects?" She placed her hands on her hips.

Fuck me sideways. "Nope. No, Finn didn't drink a thing. I did though. Enough for both of us so he wouldn't have to. Because that would've been dangerous and I wouldn't do that." Poe babbled.

Finn spared him a look of patient disbelief.

"Well, it's good that you've done everything exactly right." Kalonia said with a dangerous smile. "I trust you've at least applied the bacta-gel to his scar every evening?"

"I did! I honest-to-gods did!" Poe said, desperate for her to believe something.

BB-8 bleeped up from near the pilot's legs. [He forgot to last night until I reminded him, because he and Finn were too busy—]

Poe kicked the droid, a horribly forced smile plastered to his face and sweat starting on his brow. "Because we were too busy…uh…going over those cases the General sent us, right Finn?"

Kalonia arched a brow and Finn rubbed at his temples, shaking his head.

"Just…just stop trying, okay?" Finn said.

"Right." Poe nodded.

Kalonia sighed, though Poe thought he saw the trace of a laugh in her eyes. She beckoned them after her. "Well he appears to be in one piece, though really Colonel, you couldn't have controlled yourself for one measly week?"

"No, I couldn't have, Major, thanks for asking. I love conversations like this, by the way, especially with all your aides around." Poe glanced about the busy room as he pushed Finn after the doctor, carefully avoiding wiring and tubing. Two women who had obviously been listening in caught his deadpan look and tittered, hastily turning back to their stations.

"Then you shouldn't put yourself a position to be having such conversations." Kalonia retorted tartly. She halted by a low, padded table. Long bars ran down either side and Finn eyed the set up tentatively.

"Or you could just keep your voice down," Poe muttered to himself as he brought Finn's chair up against the side of the table. Finn heard him and smothered a grin. Kalonia lowered the bar nearest to them with a metallic clink and she and Poe helped Finn onto the cushion. Kalonia's dark eyes darted to Poe's in a flicker of professional concern.

"Your back is doing better then?"

"Oh. Yeah, I feel fine actually. That patch did the trick."

"Good." She nodded and stood, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Let's take a look at your scar, Finn."

"Okay."

Kalonia helped him out of his shirt and handed it to Poe who haphazardly folded it. He watched nervously as Kalonia gently prodded the area around the glossy wound. She took from a tray a hand-sized bioscanner. It activated with a whirring buzz, beaming out a stuttering, icy blue light. Kalonia ran the narrow beam of light carefully up and down every millimeter of Finn's scar and then studied her readout. Poe waited anxiously.

"Good. Very good. It's fully knitted." She smiled at Finn and then her expression sobered. "Of course, now you get to begin the fun part. I won't lie, Finn. Rehabilitation is likely going to be quite painful."

Finn nodded. "I know. It's okay though—I'm ready to get out of this chair."

"All right. Shirt back on, if you want."

Poe helped him into it and Finn winced trying to raise his arms though the sleeves, something Kalonia made a note of.

"Lie back, please." The doctor instructed.

Finn did as he was told and Kalonia walked around towards his feet. "I want you to grip the bars at either side of you. I'm going to bend your knee in to your chest and I want you to push against my hand. Try to keep your leg straight, alright?"

"Right."

Kalonia took Finn's foot and began to fold his leg inwards. A tight pain started in his lower back, intensifying and burning the closer his knee got to his ribs. He pushed out against the steady pressure and it was as if a live wire had been jabbed into his spine. He winced, his hands tightening like durasteel clamps against the bars. Poe watched, worry creasing his face.

"Really push, Finn." Kalonia urged.

"I am." He grit out. Slowly, agonizingly, he was able to push his leg straight. He let out the breath he'd been holding in a whoosh and collapsed against the table like a wet string.

"Again."

Finn swallowed and gave a determined nod.

Five times each she pressed first his left and then his right leg in towards his chest. Then he sat up and was made fold over his legs, reaching out towards his toes, Kalonia pulling him as far as he was able. The forward stretches hurt far worse than the leg exercises had and by the time the run of twenty was over Finn felt ready to throw up and pass out at the same time. But he made no complaint, his jaw set, his neck rigid, and his eyes determined. Kalonia worked with gentle eyes, well aware that Finn was in a great deal of pain and holding it inside. He lay back against the mattress, Kalonia instructing him to lift his arms straight up, fingertips pointing to the ceiling. Then she pulled his arms irresistibly back until his knuckles brushed the padding. Finn grit his teeth; the bit of scar between his shoulder blades screamed in protest. Again and again his arms were levered back.

Poe thought he would come out of his skin watching Finn bite back his pain. He wanted to help, somehow, but knew that there was realistically nothing he could do.

"I have a feeling this will hurt more than the rest—but after this we're done for the day."

"Okay," Finn breathed, both relieved the session was drawing to an end and dreading whatever Kalonia was about to do.

"Hold the bars again and try to keep your upper body straight."

Finn did so, his hands sweaty and his body as rigid as stone. Kalonia gripped him behind his left knee and drew it slowly to the right until it pressed into the padding, twisting his upper body and lower body in opposition. A yell of pain burst from him spite of his bracing for it; a line of fire stretched across his back from hip to hip, almost as if his pelvis were coming apart at the seams. Kalonia held his knee in that position almost beyond his endurance and he felt, as if from miles away, Poe's hand tight on his shoulder.

"Good, well done, you." Kalonia praised softly. "The other side and then you're done."

Finn went slack for one dazed moment before he was gritting his teeth and bearing it again. By the time Poe and Kalonia helped him back onto his repulsorchair he felt like he'd been caught between a jackhammer and a pane of durasteel. At least I didn't vomit, he thought hazily. He half listened to Kalonia and Poe, his head nodding where he sat as he silently begged his painkiller to knock him out.

"I'll send the files for his exercises to his datapad. Make sure he gets them, Colonel."

"I will. I really will." Poe said earnestly. Seeing what Finn had suffered through today set a new fire in him to do right both by Finn and Kalonia; he felt patently ashamed at how lackadaisical his care had been; letting Finn drink, stressing his healing body with sex, forgetting his pill and nearly his bacta-gel. He swallowed as he took in Finn's exhausted face. He never wanted to hear him cry out in pain again. They left medbay in silence.

"Hey…you alright?" Poe asked softly as the lift rattled them upwards.

"Tired." Finn said simply.

"Almost there. You did great, baby." Poe's hand landed softly on his shoulder and Finn squeezed his fingers.

"How many days of that do I have?"

"Uh…"

[Five days.] BB-8 supplemented.

"He said five days." Poe translated.

Finn nodded drowsily as Poe guided him out into the hall and up the door. "That'll be rough. I feel like I could sleep straight through till tomorrow's appointment."

"Go ahead." Poe wheeled him up to his cot and Finn gave a him a questioning look. After waking up in Poe's bed, it felt strange to sleep anywhere else. "I'm gonna throw the sheets on mine down to laundry." Poe explained as he took Finn under his arms and helped him onto the narrow cot. Finn grit his teeth as the slight twisting motion sent a clenching spasm through his lower back. He lay gratefully flat against the mattress, happy to let something else support his body. Poe drew the thin quilt up to his neck.

"Thanks, Poe." Finn sighed comfortably.

"Uh huh. I've got recon coming up. You need anything? Water? Datapad?"

"Both?"

When both had been brought to his bedside, Poe knelt and kissed him gently. Finn knew he could never express out loud what that simple touch meant to him just then, as he tried to comprehend five days of painful rehabilitation. It was like a crutch to his weakened body, something to lean into that wouldn't give way beneath him or desert him.

"Your comm's with your datapad. Call medbay if you need, alright?" Poe said as he stood.

Finn murmured and then drifted off.

Poe wiped at his brow as he hefted his bundle of sheets down the laundry chute. He imagined the launderers down below were running around like Si-hens with their heads cut off around an impossibly high mountain of soiled sheets. The mental image would've made him laugh if he hadn't been so preoccupied with Finn's rehabilitation. He started back for a lift down to the main hanger with his hands in his pockets.

[Will Finn be alright?] BB-8 chirped as it crowded in alongside him.

"Yeah, he'll be okay, buddy." Poe smiled fondly down at the droid.

[It seems like Kalonia made him hurt worse. I thought she was going to repair him?]

"She had to do that to him so that he could get better." It was difficult to explain organic healing processes to a being that could simply switch out broken parts. "Sometimes healing hurts."

BB-8 rolled thoughtfully after him as they entered the hanger. [I'm glad I'm a droid.]

AN: I almost had too much fun with BB-8 in this chapter. It's primary function is SASS. The next chapter will be up within a week-and stuff's about to get serious. Thanks for reading, and reviews are much appreciated! -Bluestem