#darkpilotedit

[henfox]

poe dameron & kylo ren | ben solo. star wars: episode vii — the force awakens (2015), dir. j.j. abrams. 

[antagonistenthusiast]

“Crap.”

Dr. Organa-Solo did not offer a reaction to the exclamation as he closed the door to the room behind him. The ER was busy and the rest of the hospital was even busier. He just wanted to see to his patient.

The thin white t-shirt that read PARAMEDIC across the back had a blood stain on the collar thanks to a cut on his head above his eyebrow. Superficial, Ben knew, but facial wounds did tend to bleed more profusely than others. It had been stitched less than twenty minutes ago.

“Thought you were on the cardiac floor tonight.”

“I was,” Ben replied smoothly. He held up a small flashlight and his forefinger. “Follow with your eyes.”

Poe did as he was told, tracking as Ben moved the light to the right, left, up and down. “Isn’t seeing me as a patient a conflict of interest or something?”

“Would you prefer another physician?”

Poe tried a smile. “Sure. Is your mom around?”

It didn’t work. Ben clicked the flashlight off and slid it into the pocket of his lab coat. “No. She’s in El Paso with my dad.”

“What? Why?”

“She’s speaking at a conference.”

Poe hummed in acknowledgement and he sat up at Ben’s urging, gingerly swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Ben’s gloved hands felt along the base of his skull and down his neck.

“Hey, the doctor on duty already looked me over,” Poe reached up, but Ben snatched his hands away. “It’s just a minor concussion. I’m okay.”

“Which one of us signs MD behind their name?” Ben asked. “Because until it’s you, I think I’ll be the one that decides whether or not you’re okay.”

Poe tried to lift his eyebrows in response to the icy tone and winced when it irritated his stitches. His mouth opened, immediately on the defensive, and then shut again. Something in his expression softened.

Ben scoffed and turned away, unlocking the computer in the room with a swipe of his identification card. “Don’t.”

“You have no idea what what I was going to say.”

“Really?” Ben typed in Poe’s full name and date of birth to pull up his existing records. “Because you always say the same thing. It’s part of the job.”

Poe slid off the bed, keeping one hand firmly on the rail as he took a step closer. “What was I supposed to do, Ben? It was a kid in the middle of an asthma attack.”

“I’m not talking about the kid,” Ben shouted, loud enough that he could hear the squeak of shoes in the hall when someone jolted at the sudden noise. “I’m talking about the fucking bank robbery you volunteered to go into. I’m talking about the fact that you put a tube in a bank robber’s lung in the field — which you are not qualified to do — because you realized you were dealing with a hemopneumothrax, and then you tried to treat a little girl’s asthma attack and you were hit over the head because you wouldn’t listen when the person pointing the gun at you told you to stop.”

By the time he was done, Ben’s chest was rising and falling rapidly with exertion. He brushed his hair out of his face to reveal bright spots of color on his pale face.

“Ben.”

“I’m not saying that you didn’t do the right thing. I’m saying...” There were pinpricks of heat in the corners of his eyes. “I’m saying –”

“Ben,” Poe repeated. He hedged into his personal space slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal. “I’m okay.”

His jaw was clenched so tightly that his teeth ached when he opened his mouth to respond. “And next time? When you’re rolled into my hospital with a gunshot wound?” He swallowed. “Or worse?”

“First of all, it’s your mom’s hospital,” Poe pointed out. He settled back on the edge of the bed and offered a smile. “She’s the chief medical officer. You’re still a first year, remember?”

Ben wasn’t in the mood for technicalities. Or Poe’s attempt at humor. Suddenly exhausted, he sank down onto the stool and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I watched the whole thing on the news.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “Which means I had to watch you walk into the bank in a bulletproof vest.”

“Well,” Poe winked with the eye that didn’t have a bandage. “Hope I looked good for my close up.”

Ben cut him a sharp glance as he turned back to the computer. “I wasn’t really concerned with how you looked.”

There was a jostle at the base of the stool. Ben looked down to see Poe working the toe of his boot around the curve of the base. He lifted his feet, allowing Poe to pull him over to the bed.

“You know,” Poe’s hand smoothed Ben’s hair away from his face. His palm settled on the curve of Ben’s neck. “It’s cute when you’re worried.”

Ben’s frown deepened, but his voice lost its bite. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Poe brushed his thumb over the corner of Ben’s mouth. They were rarely eye to eye like this. Poe took full advantage, tilting forward to brush a kiss across Ben’s forehead.

Despite everything, the residual anger and frustration started to wane. Ben reached out. The fabric of Poe’s shirt wrinkled in his grasp when he fisted a hand at his shoulder. Poe smelled like sweat and blood and there was a healthy amount of grime on the skin that hadn’t been cleaned by the nurses or doctors when he’d been brought in. It had been a grueling four hours inside that bank. The longest of Ben’s life. He couldn’t imagine how Poe felt. He needed a shower, Ben realized, and rest. He shouldn’t be wasting what strength remained offering comfort, but he pressed a firmer kiss to Ben’s cheekbone and fiddled with the ends of Ben’s hair anyway. 

A long moment passed in which they said nothing, just listened to the distant sounds of monitors beeping and footsteps in the hall. 

“Well,” Ben said finally, leaning back. He slid the stool back across the floor and pulled the keyboard closer. “We don’t even need to keep you for observation, but you shouldn’t drive yourself home.”

“Can I sleep?”

Ben nodded. “You’re okay to sleep. I’m going to prescribe odansetron for nausea and bed rest for a week.”

“A week?” Poe visibly blanched. “Let’s try a day.”

Ben tapped his ID card where it rested over his heart. “Didn’t we just have a conversation about the initials behind my name?”

“Three days.”

“Medical care is not a negotiation. A week.” He locked the computer screen and rose from his seat, tilting his head to one side in observation. “Maybe two.”

Poe groaned. “Now you’re just being mean.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I still have a few hours left on my shift. You can wait here until I’m done with rounds.”

“Someone’s feeling bossy,” Poe grumbled, but his eyelids were starting to grow heavy. Ben helped ease him back into a reclining position on the bed. Poe grabbed onto his wrist as Ben turned to go. “Hey. Thanks.”

Ben felt his lips twitch. “I would say don’t do that to me again, but we both know you will.”

Poe smiled and closed his eyes. “Yep.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“But you still love me.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Occasionally.”

Poe’s breathing slowed as he started to drift off. “All the time.”

“Yeah,” Ben brushed a stray curl away from Poe’s forehead. “All the time.”

[sanktasmorozova]

"you were my new dream.”                 “and you were mine.”

[henfox]

potential yearning ft. benpoe.

[henfox]

aries to scorpio bonding [insp]

[henfox]

(let me be the knife for your chest)

[antagonistenthusiast]

— they are the same and they hate each other for it (x)

[sanktasmorozova]

darkpilot au — titanic

ben, you’re no picnic, all right? you’re a spoiled little brat even, but under that, you’re the most amazing, astounding, wonderful man i’ve ever known. poe, i...  no, let me try to get this out. i’m not an idiot. i know how the world works. i’ve got ten bucks in my pocket. i have nothing to offer you and i know that. i understand. but i’m too involved now. you jump, i jump, remember? i can’t turn away without know you’ll be all right. that’s...that’s all that i want. well, i’m fine. i’ll be fine. really. really? i don’t think so. they’ve got you trapped, ben. and you’re gonna die if you don’t break free. maybe not right away because you’re strong...but sooner or later that fire that i love about you? that fire’s gonna burn out. it’s not up to you to save me, poe. you’re right. only you can do that.

[sanktasmorozova]

darkpilot au — when harry met sally

 i know it’s new year’s eve. i know you’re feeling lonely, but you can’t just show up here, tell me you love me, and expect that to make everything all right. it doesn’t work that way. well, how does it work? i don’t know, but not this way. how about this way? i love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. i love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. i love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like i'm nuts. i love that after i spend the day with you, i can still smell you on my clothes. and i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night. and it's not because i'm lonely, and it's not because it's new year's eve. i came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. you see? that is just like you. you say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you. and i hate you. i really hate you. i hate you.

[sanktasmorozova]

darkpilot au — mr. and mrs. smith 

come on, honey. come to daddy. who’s your daddy now?

[sanktasmorozova]

darkpilot au — the blacklist 

i know you don’t wanna talk about it, but we should. why? because we’ve never been able to be completely honest with each other and now we can. are you upset? conflicted. about what? i live and work by a very strict code built on loyalty, justice, trust. i survive because i eliminate those who betray it. up until now, no one has been spared. not even my closest associates. so that’s what you’re conflicted about? whether or not to kill me because i betrayed some code? you can mock it because you live in a world with institutionalized codes, where order has already been imposed by powerful forces outside of yourself, where there are laws and rules for everything. i live in a world where there are no laws, no rules, and certainly no order. so i have to impose my own. i’m not conflicted about killing you. i’m conflicted because i can’t. 

[sanktasmorozova]

darkpilot au — the x files

why would i make them so uncomfortable? it probably has to do with your reputation. reputation? i have a reputation? dameron, look, some people play by the book and you don’t. they feel your methods, your theories, are... spooky? do you think i’m spooky? 

[antagonistenthusiast]

—  as the poets say (x)