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ladyofleithianTitle: Contagious
Summary: Ben and Poe spend the day sick.
Prompt: Illness
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sick. That was something that Ben couldn’t say that he was used to feeling, if he was to be perfectly honest. At least not enough that he would actually have to take the day off. It was something he didn’t expect, taking a day off in his journey to redemption.
It was only a matter of time, he supposed, before there was something in him that simply didn’t want to work on it. Not really. When he was just tired. Such as when he was lying in bed, sniffling and blowing his nose whenever he could (at this point, he thought, he was just wasting tissues), and Poe was lying beside him, seeming just as miserable.
Force bless Poe, Ben thought, he was all but clinging to Ben like Ben was a stuffed animal. Or a tree. A stuffed animal tree? Okay, Ben thought, he must have been really sick.
“You’re so warm,” Poe murmured.
If by “warm” Poe meant “practically a furnace”, Poe was probably correct.
“This is my fault,” Ben said. “Getting you sick and everything.”
“No, it isn’t,” Poe said. "I mean, I might have gotten it from work.” Poe was Chancellor of the New Republic now (the new new Republic? Ben had no idea) and he worked hard. He’d succeeded Leia, after Leia’s death from natural causes. It was a change from how she’d nearly died, reaching out to him on Kef Bir...
“I was a total piece of garbage,” Ben said to her.
Leia smiled. "You made all the wrong choices. Now you’re making all the right ones.”
Ben shivered, and he didn’t miss how Poe clung to him more.
“You okay?” Poe said.
Ben nodded. “Just bad memories.”
Poe nuzzled against him. “I got you.”
***
Their friends pitched in. Of course they did. Rey was already going on about Jedi remedies for illness, bless her. Finn was substituting in for Poe’s job, Force have mercy on his soul, and the others were just being...themselves. Their wonderful, glorious selves. Rose had brought over some soup, as it had seemed to her that Ben and Poe were “soup guys”. And there was something about all of this where Ben wondered if he would have had anything like that in the First Order. Anywhere. Snoke would have just assumed weakness, and Hux and Phasma wouldn’t have cared. They wouldn’t have thought anything of him. He would have been, effectively, nothing to him.
“I’m sorry about this,” Poe said. “I know it’s really gross considering we’re both sick.”
“Poe. It’s not your fault.” Ben nestled up next to him. “Honestly, I’m just glad that we’re helping each other while this is going on.”
“We are,” Poe said. "I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
There was something about it that was enough to lull Ben into a deep, soothing sleep, even as Poe snuggled up next to him.
Summary: Ben and Poe spend the day sick.
Prompt: Illness
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sick. That was something that Ben couldn’t say that he was used to feeling, if he was to be perfectly honest. At least not enough that he would actually have to take the day off. It was something he didn’t expect, taking a day off in his journey to redemption.
It was only a matter of time, he supposed, before there was something in him that simply didn’t want to work on it. Not really. When he was just tired. Such as when he was lying in bed, sniffling and blowing his nose whenever he could (at this point, he thought, he was just wasting tissues), and Poe was lying beside him, seeming just as miserable.
Force bless Poe, Ben thought, he was all but clinging to Ben like Ben was a stuffed animal. Or a tree. A stuffed animal tree? Okay, Ben thought, he must have been really sick.
“You’re so warm,” Poe murmured.
If by “warm” Poe meant “practically a furnace”, Poe was probably correct.
“This is my fault,” Ben said. “Getting you sick and everything.”
“No, it isn’t,” Poe said. "I mean, I might have gotten it from work.” Poe was Chancellor of the New Republic now (the new new Republic? Ben had no idea) and he worked hard. He’d succeeded Leia, after Leia’s death from natural causes. It was a change from how she’d nearly died, reaching out to him on Kef Bir...
“I was a total piece of garbage,” Ben said to her.
Leia smiled. "You made all the wrong choices. Now you’re making all the right ones.”
Ben shivered, and he didn’t miss how Poe clung to him more.
“You okay?” Poe said.
Ben nodded. “Just bad memories.”
Poe nuzzled against him. “I got you.”
***
Their friends pitched in. Of course they did. Rey was already going on about Jedi remedies for illness, bless her. Finn was substituting in for Poe’s job, Force have mercy on his soul, and the others were just being...themselves. Their wonderful, glorious selves. Rose had brought over some soup, as it had seemed to her that Ben and Poe were “soup guys”. And there was something about all of this where Ben wondered if he would have had anything like that in the First Order. Anywhere. Snoke would have just assumed weakness, and Hux and Phasma wouldn’t have cared. They wouldn’t have thought anything of him. He would have been, effectively, nothing to him.
“I’m sorry about this,” Poe said. “I know it’s really gross considering we’re both sick.”
“Poe. It’s not your fault.” Ben nestled up next to him. “Honestly, I’m just glad that we’re helping each other while this is going on.”
“We are,” Poe said. "I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
There was something about it that was enough to lull Ben into a deep, soothing sleep, even as Poe snuggled up next to him.
