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On January 5th, Leia Organa sat in her office, sifting through the paperwork needed for a transfer of secretarial power. She planned on pulling Rey into the organization for a full time job and then pulling Finn up in rank . Her phone buzzed and Leia set her stacks of work aside to look at it. She gaped at her phone when she read the text.
-Leia, First Order is making a move to rally Congress into allowing them the rights to the Alaskan oil grounds. What do we do?-
"Lando!" she shouted. "Lando!"
Lando Calrission burst into Leia's office, an iPad in his hand. "Did you see the-"
"Why is the First Order making a motion for the Alaskan grounds?! I thought they weren't going to-"
"I thought so too!" Lando exclaimed, shaking the iPad in her face. Han stepped into the office with a frown.
"What's with all the yelling?" he asked, setting a few documents onto his wife's desk.
"Alaska! Alaska is hanging by a thread!" Leia slammed her hands down onto her desk, rattling the paperweight Ben had made for her when he was in middle school. "How did they know we were about to motion for the Senate to give it to us? They must have known, otherwise they wouldn't have tried for it! Lando, didn't you say B- Kylo gave up on Alaska talks?"
Lando nodded with fervor and Han shook his head. "Then why are they going for Alaska?!"
"Bala," Leia called for her secretary, "get Ackbar on the phone!"
Han shook his head as Lando began pacing and Bala paged First Order to Leia. Who could have tipped them off?
Finn sat in the parking lot with a mug of steaming coffee in his hand as he watched Rey jack Poe's Ferrari up. The red car was sleek, beautiful, and was also sporting a blown tire as well as internal malfunctions. "First the microwave and now this," she growled.
"You could save yourself the trouble and just send it to a mechanic. He has enough money for a mechanic, you know," Finn said as Rey opened her tool box. "Oh wait, that's right, you get turned on by fixing cars-" Finn flinched when a metal nut flew toward his forehead.
The snow had finally stopped and while Poe was away, meeting his parents for the weekend, he was paying Rey to fix his car. "How did you get a tire anyways?" Finn asked, rubbing his freezing hands over his mug. It had a crying tree on it. Finn knew he accidentally placed a few of the protest mugs into Poe's dishwasher. He knew the answer to his question before he even asked it.
"Ebay," Rey snapped as she opened the top of the car, examining the contents of the trunk. "For a car fanatic, you'd think Poe would care about his 'baby' a bit more than this."
Finn nodded, pursing his lips. His parka provided him with warmth, but he wondered if Rey's sweatshirt and leggings kept her warm at all. He could see her breath as she examined the trunk. "If I were Poe, where would I put my spare flashlight," she muttered to herself.
"Glove compartment," Finn called out and Rey moved toward the driver's seat.
"You know, as a prank, we should pretend we sold his car," Rey's muffled voice came from the front of the car and Finn laughed, the air around him misting into a fog and sharp, cold air entering his lungs.
"Where would we keep the car? It's kinda hard to hide a Ferrari and I'm not quite sure it'd fit in the back of my truck." Rey bit the flashlight in her hand before making her way to the back of her car.
"I wath being fathethious," she said through the metal in her mouth. "Why the cuck ith there no…" Finn sipped his coffee as Rey swore her way through the workings of Poe's Ferrari.
"You know, Mr. Chu-"
"Chu Bacca," Rey called out, the flashlight dropping from her mouth. "He prefers being called Chu Bacca." Finn nodded and continued.
"Apparently he's staying until the January convention. Says he's going to be making a large donation towards anti-deforestation. Did you know he and Han used to smuggle exotic animals? I didn't," Finn grinned as Rey's head poked out from behind the car.
"No kidding, he said that? That's pretty cool," she commented, reaching for a wrench. "I got a peek at Han's garage and I shit you not, I saw Poe tear up when we saw Han's Falcon F7. It was silver and Poe said it was called the Millennium." There was a clank as Rey dropped something and Finn scoffed, finishing his coffee.
"Han Solo, the husband of badass extraordinaire, Leia Organa, former smuggler, now a top humanitarian worker won the Kessel Run Drag Race in fourteen miles? I don't believe it." Finn wondered if now was the right time to tell Rey. He wondered if he should tell Rey about the man she was seeing and wondered if she would react against Poe's car.
"Twelve," Rey corrected him and Finn shook his head. He postponed telling her the truth and hoped Poe would get to it. "So, is Leia treating you well at Alliance?" she asked.
Finn was the only member of their group who was paid to work at Alliance. He worked as a coordinator for Leia while Rey and Poe were her unpaid networkers.
Rey loved Finn's backstory into Alliance and knew that it was one he would definitely tell his future children.
Finn wondered if fate had led him to Poe and Rey, or if it was a well placed letter of resignation.
Before he worked at Alliance, Finn was an intern at First Order Incorporate. He had worked with a group of other interns and frequently complained about how their head administrator, Pauline Hasma, was the work of Satan himself. One day, Finn had followed his group to Manhattan and was made to explain to other lawyers that deforestation was a necessary part of life and that global warming did not exist. That was when he snapped.
Finn located the envoy Alliance had sent to negotiate with Kylo Ren: Lando Calrission, and told him his story, explaining how he no longer wished to work with First Order and how he wanted to return to Jakku, the city he was from. He had already sent P. Hasma a letter of resignation and grabbed his bag from the hotel room he shared with two other interns.
Rey always laughed whenever Finn told the next part.
Finn had flown from Jakku to New York City and had no way of returning. Sensing this random First Order intern's dilemma, Poe Dameron, Lando's assistant, offered to drive him back.
"You need an unpaid Uber."
"I need an unpaid Uber."
"I'm Poe Dameron."
"Faulkner Newell," Finn had said.
"Faulkn- what? Dude, can I call you Finn?"
"Finn…" Finn had beamed as he stepped into Poe's Ferrari. "Yeah, I like that. It's way better than Faulkner. Because I was obviously born in the 1800's."
"I think you and my roommate would be best friends."
"What's going on here?" a voice called from behind and Rey looked up to see Lando Calrissian walking towards them, his hands jammed inside his coat and white steam curling from his grimacing mouth.
"Hey, Lando!" Rey shouted as Finn waved. Calrissian's pinched expression unfolded into a smile as he made his way to where Finn sat.
"You two fixing Poe's car?" he asked and Finn shook his head.
"She is. I'm just keeping her company. What brings you to college town, Mr. Calrissian?" Finn set his mug down as the lawyer sighed.
"Implications," he said, outright. "First Order's going after the Alaskan grounds. Can you guys come to Washington D.C. next weekend? Most of Alliance is flying out or driving tomorrow and I think it'd help to have you two there. Can you come?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.
Rey shut the back of the car and picked a rag up to wipe her hands. She frowned and contemplated what she had on Saturday. "Well, I know I only have two classes for the rest of the semester, so I'm free. I can go. Poe will go because he hates school and Finn…" Rey turned towards her friend who nodded his assent.
"I'll be there."
"What's with First Order going after Alaska all of a sudden? Do you know why?" Rey asked and looked at Finn. Finn raised his hands, shaking his head.
"Don't look at me, I was just an intern. I literally worked there for like, four months," Finn exclaimed and Rey shrugged.
"We can drive to DC in my car," she said and Finn nodded slowly. Kylo will probably be there, he thought. Damn, I should tell her. Lando clapped his hands together with a smile.
"Alright. Hotel and arrangements are going to be handled by Alliance, and I'm really glad you three are coming. We're going to need all the help we can get if Leia is going to get in front of Congress."
Finn released a small laugh and clenched his hands together, wondering how in the hell Rey was going to find out about Kylo Ren.