Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Star Wars Rebels, nor any characters, places, or content that appears in this story. This is a fanfiction and does not necessarily comply with the actual Star Wars timeline. Rated T for romance and violence.

This story is a sequel to Vortex, so read that one first to catch up.

Ezra Bridger sat in the living room of the Ghost, playing Divvorac on the Holotable with Sabine and Chopper. Ezra frowned, and twisted several knobs on the side of the table, causing a pack of his Acklays to make a sudden and brutal introduction with several of Choppers hunters. Sabine watched happily as the small people on the board broke off and ran in different directions, screaming like little baby's. She pressed a few buttons, and a giant Reek bounded into play, and educated the remaining hunters in the word 'dissection.' Chopper flung his metallic hands into the air, and let out several beeps and whistles Sabine knew to mean:

"No fair! You always take his side."

"All's fair in love and war," Ezra smirked. "And this is a bit of both." As Sabine put her arm around him. If he had known who was standing in the doorway, listening to them, he might have chosen his words different. But as it happened, Kanan clicked his tongue, and stormed out.

Hera knew the trouble was starting from the start. She heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, and then the door opened, and Kanan stormed into the cockpit, and flopped down into a chair. Hera sighed, and rolled her eyes. She knew what was causing Kanans temper, and she quite wished he would just drop it.

They both sat in silence for several minutes, until Hera spoke up.

"When are you going to stop tailing those two? It's starting to get on my nerves."

"Oh, really?" Kanan snapped back. "Well, you've certainly been the picture of self-restraint until now."

Hera sighed. Kanan had been keeping an eye on Sabine and Ezra for several months now, ever since they became a couple. His temper had also shortened, especially after some of his 'observations'.

Ezra returned to his room, or rather, his and Sabine's shared room. He dropped onto his bed, and got out a holopad. Sabine entered soon after, drew a canvas from under her bed, and grabbed her Spray Painter. As she painted, she heard Ezra speaking.

"Do you ever think Kanan is trying to keep us apart?"

She stared at him. He looked up from his holopad, and was staring at her with a questioning look.

"No, why?"

"Well, it just occurred to me that Kanan has barely ever left us alone together. And it just feels like he's always trying to separate us."

Sabine thought to herself. It was true, she realised. Every time they had taken a mission, Kanan seemed to be doing his best to give them separate assignments. And it was true that Kanan had been watching them as much as possible.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. He has been a bit short-tempered lately.

"Hera told me that he reminded her of you during The Despair."

"Don't blame me, I was just worried for you. YOU were near insane!"

Ezra sighed, and shook his head.

"Aaaah… I deserve that.

Meanwhile, back in the cockpit of the Ghost, Kanan was fighting a losing battle.

"-not doing this to be mean, Hera, I'm just… Looking out for him."

"Kanan, he's not a kid anymore. And from the stories he's been telling us, he's more experienced than you!"

"I'm not worried about his experience, Hera, I'm worried about his heart."

"You're worried about his heart? Well why not let them be together then? Look at them, Kanan."

"Oh I've been looking at them, Hera, and I'll tell you what I see. A Jedi in way over his depth and a girl who's already been heartbroken by him THREE TIMES!"

"Look, Kanan, don't you dare go blaming that on Ezra. He saved all of our lives, and the other two times were basically your fault!"

"MY fault?"

"If you had trained him better, he wouldn't have gotten a depressed conscience, and wouldn't have thought we'd be happy he was dead!"

Kanan spluttered, and sank lower in his chair.

A few days later, Kanan visited the two teenaged rebels. Ezra was in the middle of telling Sabine the story of the LSF's capture of Pizlor Garrella. Sabine loved hearing the stories of Ezra's adventures, and he loved telling them, as he had been cooped up for nearly three years with no one to tell them too. Kanan stood in the doorway, giving Ezra the look that scorches, until he fell silent.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything." Kanan said in a low voice.

"No, Ezra was just telling me another story." Sabine replied, looking as though she was just hoping he would go away.

"Well, we've got a mission, if your interested. Feel like creating a little pandemonium?"

Ezra looked at Sabine. She had that mischievous look in her eyes, the kind Ezra knew well.

"Pandemonium? Count me in!"

"Well if she's in, then I'm in too."

Ezra really should have picked his words better, and Kanan had to bit really hard down on his tongue to keep himself from shouting. He just left the two to get ready.

As soon as he was gone, Sabine started putting on her armour, while Ezra got out his comlink.

"Rawthron? Yeah… I'm gonna need some new toys."