There will be some Ezrabine, but only by mention.
There will be another chapter in a few days. :)
-Garyn
Being small certainly had its advantages. It helped Ezra sneak into places that was blocked off or that the crew needed something from. It was moreso helpful now as Ezra hid in a part of the Ghost that he knew he wouldn't be found in. Despite hiding, he could still feel Kanan trying to reach out to him via the force. That was the only down side of the force, you couldn't really hide from people. Well, you could, but Ezra wasn't sure how to do that. He only felt more grief as he continued to block out the man who he considered a father. Thinking back to when they first met, Ezra allowed a small smile to form. Kanan was pissed, and confused as to who he was and why he was messing with their shipment, which was really the Empire's. After the fact, the situation was hilarious. You have a precise, planned action from a group of people to steal from the Empire, and they are quickly thwarted by a 15 year old boy who just happened to jump in at the right time.
Ezra's thoughts drifted back to the recent events on Malachor, and his little bit of happiness from the memories vanished as the grief returned, this time even worse. How could he have trusted Maul so easily? How could he have been so stupid? He spent years on the streets, alone, and learning not to trust people. How in the force could he have forgotten that and trusted Maul? Oh right, the Ghost crew. All of them, even Chopper, had managed to break through Ezra's defenses, get him to lower his shield, and open up to them. It was honestly the best thing to ever happen to Ezra. He went from being an orphan who lived on the streets to an adopted family member. It still amazed Ezra just how close the entire crew was. He never would've expected this looking in from the outside. As close as he was with Kanan and Hera, who had become like his parents, there was one person on the crew he had a deep love for. That person just so happened to love spray painting graffiti on Imperial installations and ships...like the Tie Fighter. This elicited a laugh from Ezra. Sabine loved painting that thing, while Hera and Kanan were furious that they had kept it. Fortunately for Ezra, the Tie ended up being useful.
A thought that Ezra kept having was, what if, instead of Kanan who had been badly injured, it was Sabine? Ezra felt bad enough as it was, but if it had been Sabine that got permanently injured, he would be so far distraught and gone he doubted he'd be able to continue fighting. The day he met Sabine, the first time she took off her helmet, he was in love with her. Granted, it was just her beauty he loved at first, but over time and conversations with her, his heart had become hers. In the beginning she laughed off his attempts, but Ezra could've sworn that Sabine had changed, if not slightly, with his attempts. She still laughed them off, but it felt like the laughs were forced, as if she was trying to put on a front to hide her real emotions. That wouldn't surprise Ezra at all. Out of all the crew members, even Kanan, Sabine was more closed off. Thankfully, they had shared some special moments, like when Ezra was allowed in her room and helped her paint, but she was still reserved. He understood why she was this way, but he didn't like it. He wanted Sabine to open up, at least to him. Maybe then she would actually start taking him seriously as a possible boyfriend.
Ha! Who was he kidding? Ezra was the reason Kanan was blinded, he was the reason Hera's not so secret boyfriend was now permanently injured. Hera would never forgive him, and chances are, neither would Sabine. Yes, they say "it's not your fault", but it is. Ezra trusted the Sith. Kanan and Ahsoka didn't didn't, and kept warning him, but stubborn Ezra was hell bent on believing someone was wanting to help them. 'Why am I so trusting despite my past? Why wasn't I more cautious?' Ezra put his hands on his hand as tears fell from his eyes. 'Why didn't the force warn me? It's supposed to help me! It's supposed to warn me of danger!' Ezra wanted to just cry out, but he didn't want the crew to find him, so he just quietly cried. 'Maybe everything was my fault. The Empire only came to my home because I was force sensitive. My parents death...is on me. Ahsoka's death on me. Kanan's blindness is on me.' Ezra wanted to run away, he wanted to hide and prevent more death as a result of his...actions? No, as a result of his birth. 'Death and tragedy follow me. Maybe I was just born as a warning that if I'm around, something bad will happen. Maybe Maul was right.' But he was a Sith, he couldn't be right. Could he?
Whether or not Maul had been right, one thing was for sure. Ezra had caused this. If he had listened to Kanan and Ahsoka, she would be alive, and he'd be able to see the woman he loved and the padawan he considered a son. 'I failed Kanan as a padawan.' He thought. Padawans were supposed to learn from their masters, help their masters, and enforce the Jedi way. Ezra did the exact opposite. He didn't learn, he didn't help, and he didn't enforce the Jedi way. He HELPED a Sith to put forth his evil plans. He HELPED the Sith to injure Kanan (albeit not directly). This wasn't something the crew, the Jedi, or the Rebellion would ever forgive. It certainly wasn't something Ezra would ever forgive himself over. He wasn't worthy of being a Jedi, he wasn't worthy of his new family, and he wasn't worthy of Sabine's love.