Hey all! I'm back. Not sure who all is still with me here, as most of my readers (the vocal ones anyway) are at AO3, but I'll post this one here, too. This is another Modern AU Damerey with a twist. I know we've all had our share of celebrity crushes. So, what would you do if your celebrity crush sat next to you on an airplane? Rey is about to find out! This is my 'love letter' to the Oscar Isaac fandom. Enjoy!

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Rey Smith looked around the small plane as the people around her got settled. The little SAAB 340B propeller plane, or 'puddle jumper' as Finn liked to call it, only carried 33 passengers, and it looked as if all the seats were filling up for their hour and thirty-minute flight back to Denver. With two seats on one side of the plane and only one on the other, the older model plane was about as small as they could go for a trip such as this, but they had taken the same type of plane on the flight up to Jackson Hole and had no problems, so Rey tried not to be nervous. She hated flying.

This trip to Jackson had been a last-minute idea of Finn's. He had wanted to bring Rose to the fancy Western town south of Jackson Hole and the Grand Tetons for a while, and when Rey had commented that she needed to 'get away,' he had immediately started making plans for the three of them. They had flown up Friday morning and had an enjoyable weekend playing tourist around the town, renting a car to drive out through the vastness of Jackson Hole and the immense mountain range that guarded it. She may live in 'mountain high' Colorado, but Rey could still not get over the magnificence of the Tetons.

Now it was Monday morning and they were heading back home. Finn and Rose sat in front of her, and Rey was sitting at the window seat behind them, hoping upon hope that whoever took the seat next to her wasn't a chatterbox like the person that had sat next to her on the way up.

After several minutes, Rey looked around to see every seat but the one next to her full, and she hoped that maybe that was it, as no one else was coming on board the plane. The one flight attendant was going through the overhead bins. She glanced at Rey as she passed, and left the bin above her open. Almost immediately after she passed, the pilot's voice came over the speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Flight 611 to Denver. We're going to wait just a brief moment for our last passenger. He was unavoidably delayed in the terminal, but is on his way. Once he gets here, we'll be heading out."

Rey looked out the window and saw a man jogging quickly up to the attendant situated at the bottom of the side-hatch stairs. He was dressed casually in jeans and a leather jacket, a ball cap on his head and sunglasses on his face. He had a leather duffle bag over his shoulder and his phone in his hand. He smiled at the attendant, then said something that made the man laugh. He looked just like…

No, she stopped herself. No, you're just imagining things. You've been too obsessed lately. So much so that every dark-haired man you see resembles… him.

The man started moving up the stairs, his face turning toward the plane, and Rey felt her heart start racing. She felt the seat in front of her jerk and she looked up to see Rose peeking over the top, her eyes wide.

"Was that..?"

Oh, my God. Rose thought it was him, too!

Rose sat down again quickly as the man in question stepped onto the plane. The flight attendant came up next to Rey's seat and motioned toward the new passenger. The man walked down the aisle, nodding at the woman, then pulled his bag off his shoulder and placed it in the bin above Rey. He removed his glasses and slid into the seat next to her.

Her heart racing madly, she made eye contact with him for just a second. He gave her a polite smile, his brown eyes warm and friendly, then he proceeded to tuck his glasses into the collar of his shirt and buckle his seat belt. She felt his hand brush against her thigh briefly and she had to work very hard to keep from jumping out of the seat as if a hot poker had touched her instead. She turned her face toward the window, trying to control her breathing, and as she did so she became aware of the murmurs of several of the people on the plane. Other passengers had recognized him, too.

Her body so tense she felt it might snap in half at any moment, Rey tried to focus on what was going on outside the plane. The ground crew had helped the flight attendant close the hatch and the propellors were roaring as the aircraft began its slow taxi down the relatively short runway. The white-capped peaks of the Tetons became visible as the plane turned away from the terminal, and innocent, white fluffy clouds, harbingers of afternoon summer storms, seemed to be floating on top of the peaks. Rey concentrated on them, trying not to think about who was sitting next to her.

It was impossible. She could feel his body heat, he was so close. She could smell his cologne, a musky scent with a hint of vanilla. She felt him move as he shifted, obviously trying to get comfortable.

"Do you think we'll run into any storms?"

His voice startled her, and she turned her head to look at him. He had to speak a bit loud to be heard over the engine noise, but he was also leaning toward her a bit, looking past her out the window, so it was obvious he was talking to her.

Rey glanced out the window, then looked back at him. Play it cool, she thought, giving him a slight shrug. "Anything's possible," she said, her voice rough.

He made eye contact with her again as he nodded, and she froze for a moment. Were there gold flecks in the brown of his eyes, she wondered? The corner of his mouth curved up a bit, and he leaned back, his eyes seeming to search her face. He nodded slightly, as if he liked what he saw, then he looked away, focusing on the pilot's voice as it once more came over the speaker. She could barely hear it, and she didn't know if it was because the plane itself was too loud or if her heartbeat was.

Actor, singer, millionaire, internationally famous, Oscar nominated and Golden Globe winner, not to mention dozens of other awards… the man beside her was one of the most famous men on the planet. He had been part of a huge movie series several years earlier called Galaxy Aflame, and was currently on the 'hot list' thanks to Lunar Prince, a science fiction series that had just finished streaming.

Rey had been a fan of Poe Dameron… as in full-on fanatic… for more than five years now. His face was on the lock screen of her computer, as well as her phone. An accomplished musician and singer, his music had been on her playlists for years, and God help her, she even used to write fanfiction for his most popular movie character, Treye Sulvan. She had been toying about writing new stories from the series he was now a part of.

And he was here. On this plane. Sitting next to her for the next two hours!

She was going to be a neurotic mess long before they reached Denver.

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