A/N This takes place between seasons 1 and 2. Sorry, it's kind of awkward, especially Sabine and Ezra! Hope you like it anyway!
Sabine looked in the mirror at her hair in the Ghost's sole bathroom, pulling at her orange and blue locks. It had been her signature hairstyle for about a year now. Which meant it was high time for a change.
Sabine's hair and body armor were as much art to her as the walls of her bunkroom were. Also, just like her bunkroom, they never stayed the same for long. She ran off through the Ghost's corridors to collect supplies, pausing for a second in the common room, where everyone else was gathered. Zeb and Ezra were in the middle of an intense holochess game, Chopper appeared to be working on the Ghost's hyperdrive, but was probably really planning his next prank, and Kanan and Hera were simply talking, something they rarely had time for anymore.
"Hey, everyone, I'm going to be dying my hair, so I suggest everyone use the bathroom before I get too far into it."
Zeb groaned, while Chopper made a complaining beeping noise. Kanan merely sighed, while Hera simply nodded. Ezra just looked at Sabine with a confused look on his face.
Sabine shook her head, smirking. "Oh, come on, guys, this only took me, like, 6 hours last time! And Chopper, I don't know why you're moaning, droids don't use toilets.
Chopper booped some more. Sabine laughed. "That is not droid segregation, it's a fact! Besides, last time it took me double the time because SOMEONE," she looked pointedly at Zeb, " barged in when I was putting the bleach in, which caused, issues. "
Ezra looked like he was beginning to put the pieces together. "You're going to dye your hair different? But why? You . . . You look really nice to me, Sabine. You always do."
Inwardly, Sabine rolled her eyes. And the kid had been doing so well in the not flirting department. Ever since their mission to save Kanan, Ezra had paid more attention to his master, and less to Sabine. Which was fine by her. Right? A tiny part of her mind , which she tried to squash, missed it.
"Yes, I'm dying my hair." She turned to Zeb, glaring. " And this time, no interruptions that result in, shall we say, extra colorful results. " She'd unwillingly gone around with pure white hair for a while there.
Zeb gave a short nonchalant shrug. "Heh. Was pretty funny though."
Ezra grinned at Sabine. "What happened, Zeb?"
With a short bark of laughter, the Lasat began to tell Ezra what happened, but Sabine cut him off. "Alright, you two, go ahead and laugh. But I don't need to listen to this. I'm going to go get my stuff."
Hera stopped her. "Can I make a suggestion? I'd go with green and purple, personally."
Zeb nodded. "Purple, definitely. Green, no. How about yellow?"
"Maybe green with a streak of blue?" Kanan suggested.
Chopper beeped his favor for all orange. Sabine groaned. Everyone had their own ideas, as always. Maybe they should just let HER make the decision? As it was HER hair?
Sabine sighed, preparing to just skip out, but she was stopped again by a hand on her arm. She turned, expecting to see someone expecting her to agree with them on their choice.
Instead, she saw Ezra standing there, barely willing to look her in the eye. A rare moment of shyness. When he looked up, all he said was, "Maybe blue? Just a suggestion, " before walking away.
She sighed. According to Ezra, his mother had a few drops of Pantoran blood, which was why both of them had had blue hair. Now he hoped she would choose blue? Why? Did it mean something?
Sabine shook her head, trying to clear it. Did she want it to mean something? What was wrong with her?
She hurried out of the common room before someone could notice her blush.
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Sabine grabbed her shampoo, bleach, color remover, many boxes of dye, and so much other stuff her arms were full. Then she ran to the bathroom, to see Zeb stepping out.
"Karabast," she muttered under her breath. The bathroom always smelled awful after Zeb finished with it. Oh, well. She went in anyway, with her nose plugged, and before long, she was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice.
Sabine shampooed, and bleached, and removed her previous colors. She shampooed some more. Finally, it came down to the dying step. She never wore protective clothing; if the dye for on her suit, it would simply make it more colorful. Besides, she was going to redo the body armor next anyway.
Grabbing a random box, Sabine went to work, mixing and applying. She didn't even really look at the color; she'd let herself be surprised this time. Then she wrapped it up to dry while she headed to her room to work on her body armor.
Passing Kanan in the hall, he asked her, "So, what did you choose? Sorry about that back there. Just had an idea, when it's really up to you. It's your hair, after all."
Sabine smiled at her mentor. "It's a surprise." Even to me, she thought in her head. " You'll find out after I'm done. "
She continued until she came to her bunkroom. Locking the door, she stripped down to her undershirt and shorts and began to paint her armor, using orange as her main color, with a little blue and lots of rebel symbols. This was partly because, at one point, she found herself doodling little hearts with E+S in them, which she quickly painted over with a large rebel sign. What was she thinking?
"Karabast, Sabine, quit it!" she muttered to herself. She was supposed to be the tough, strong, explosives expert, not some ditzy girl! "Pull it together!" What would her parents think, getting distracted by some random boy. Though her people already thought of her as a traitor. Still.
After an hour, she returned to the bathroom, pulled out her hair, then rinsed out the dye and dried her locks. She looked in the mirror. And gasped.
Her hair was a deep, vibrant blue, only a little lighter than Ezra's. She looked down at the box of dye she had used. It was the same as what she had used last time for her base color. Last time, she had used orange for her tips. This time, she picked up a turquoise blue. And started the process all over again. Part of her heart whispered, "This is stupid!" The other part was what she listened to. " For Ezra. "
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A couple hours later, her hair and armor were both finished.
She walked into the common room, pulling of her helmet. Her beautiful blue hair came out. Sabine was quite proud of it. Her turquoise highlights looked perfect with her dark blue hair. She had decided in the couple hours she'd spent working both her hair and armor that she at least sort of liked Ezra Bridger. Sabine Wren was a tough girl, but she had a hard time admitting her emotions to anyone, even herself. So this was progress! But what about him? She shot a quick look at Ezra. He looked awestruck. He liked her. Definitely. But she wasn't sure herself yet. Just act normal, Sabine.
"Well? What do you think?"
Kanan nodded, Chopper beeped agreeably, and Hera smiled. "It's beautiful, Sabine."
Sabine heard Zeb mutter something about no purple.
Then she looked at Ezra. "What do you think, kid?"
Ezra looked at her happily. "You chose blue!"
And Sabine's mind murmured, I choose you.
A/N So, what'd you think? This is ment to be a oneshot, but I'm thinking about adding one more chapter that shows this from another point of view. Hope you enjoyed!