Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars: Rebels. Obviously.
Story: Ezra had just been looking forward to getting what entertainment she could and playing some mind games. She hadn't expected making pets out of a renowned pilot and ISB Agent, while playing student in the Imperial Academy.
Set as an AU…of questionable material XD
Spoilers: I don't think so?
Warnings: Violence, language, sexual situations, etc.
Pairings: Valen Rudor/fem!Ezra, Agent Kallus/fem!Ezra

Sundome: Literally translates into "stopping the moment before."

Sundome
Chapter Three: Their Hearts Are Haunting

Kallus' hands pressed against the temples of her head, and she sighed. Her eyebrows had furrowed together. Despite how good it felt or how well he was doing, her head wouldn't stop pounding. It had started long before Homeroom, around the time she left her place to head to the academy, and hadn't lessened at all since.

"You don't look well," he noted.

She stiffened up, and opened her eyes. Staring up at him, she frowned.

"Just a headache," she brushed him off, not willing to admit anything to him. It would be her luck if he was fishing for anything to use against her anyway. "Hence, the head massage."

He kept quiet, but his neutral face wasn't revealing anything to her like always either. Instead, she closed her eyes again and leaned back, trying to focus on the hands on her head.

"You should refrain from attending school today," he surprisingly continued on. "You don't seem to be in a well enough condition."

"Don't be so concerned," she murmured lethargically, not up to being riled up and fighting. "It would benefit you after all, if I collapsed."

"…Just because my name sounds like it, does not mean I could be so callous."

Ezra felt her lips curl into a mocking smirk, her face twisting in disbelief.

"That's hilarious, Agent Kallus. If I recall, you wiped out the entire race of Lasats by ordering the use of disruptors. If that isn't callous, I don't know what is. In fact, callous understates it," she had to dig in, especially for Zeb.

Her eyes snapped opened, cobalt irises staring at him in accusation.

His face was like stone however, but if she looked deep into his eyes, she could imagine she saw a hidden depth of remorse. But it was probably just her imagination after all.

"There were mitigating circumstances to that," he said quietly, but she didn't look away from him. "I made the order. I chose my men, and I chose what I needed to do to end the fighting quickly. I chose the side I aligned with, and to do my job. I chose the quickest, most efficient action to achieve my goals. The horrors afterwards were the 'rewards' I had to reap."

"Then why go after Zeb?" she pushed him away, glaring full force at him then.

He stared blankly at her. "He is a reminder of my greatest mistake. Taking him out of existence means I no longer have to see him and remember those days."

Ezra stared back at him, before shaking her head, surprising him with the soft smile she gave.

"Ghosts don't work like that, Agent Kallus. If you've got demons inside, ghosts on your back…they don't just disappear. They haunt you forever."

She pushed herself off his chair and left his office without another word. There was only so much she could say left anyway, and the silence in his room would probably be enough.


Valen fingered the collar around his neck, tugging at it in nervousness. In his office, he stared at Ezra, who was browsing around in curiosity –much like she had when she had been in the staff room and had asked to see him jerk off.

"Can you get me a mineral water from the grocery store?" she asked suddenly.

He blinked. "Uh, my next class will be starting soon, Ezra…"

She stared at him before turning away.

He twitched. 'She's playing with me to pass time, and she's angry?'

"I'll be right back. Just wait for me here," he said in exasperation, inwardly sighing.

He rushed to the store, which was a block away, searching for a bottle of Calpis water. It was his favorite mineral water, so he thought it would be great to share something like that with her…

He blushed idiotically before hurrying back, knowing he was running late for his class and that Ezra would be late to hers as well if he didn't hurry.

When he got there, his class was already in their seats and talking rowdily to each other.

"Hey, Mr. Rudor! You're actually late for once?" Victor Wicker, one of Ezra's friends there, yelled, grinning at him.

He just nodded back. "I'll be right back and then we can start class."

He headed into his office and stared. She wasn't there. Biting his lip, he put the mineral water he'd bought into his mini-fridge before he resignedly went to start his class. Throughout the whole thing, inwardly he couldn't stop worrying about Ezra or even wondering if she was even more pissed off with him because he took so long.

The class ended and he heard the tell end of whispers about Ezra having to go to the academy's med bay because she'd fainted and collapsed in the hallway. Quickly rushing there since that had been his last class for the day, he bypassed Regor stealthily and searched for Ezra. He found her on the last bed, next to the window. Her back was to him, having her face the wall.

'It must be all an act. She's just pretending to be angry.'

"E-Ezra?" he called out hesitantly.

"Yes."

He winced. "I'm sorry I was late. I brought your water though."

"Thanks. Can you put it over there?" Her voice still sounded so cool with him.

"Are you…mad?" She wouldn't turn around to face him and she wouldn't say anything more than clipped sentences.

'After I tried so hard…'

"No."

He scowled. "No! I know you're pissed off because I didn't get back in time! So you're brushing off my hard work like it's nothing. I-it was the first time I've shirked off my duties! Do you know how hard that was for me? And I try so hard to please you! It's always all for you!"

"You mean you did it for a reward."

Valen paused, staring at her in shock and dawning horror and even guilt.

She started wiggling around under the covers, and without looking at him, lifted her leg up and he could see her underwear hanging off her ankle. She presented it to him before she used her ankle to toss her underwear off her ankle and onto the floor.

"For you."

He closed his eyes in desperation and guilt, kneeling down to snatch the underwear.

"Miss Dume? Are you awake?"

'Druk! Regor's coming!'

He started panicking until he felt a slender hand push his head down and pushed him closer to under the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief and crawled underneath it, just as Regor entered the curtained off bed. Ezra's legs appeared over the side, right in front of him.

"Miss Dume, your taxi's arrived. Are you okay? Hold onto my shoulder," Regor cautioned, helping Ezra up.

"Thank you."

"Are you sure you'll be okay going home by yourself? You don't want to go to the hospital?"

"I don't have my insurance card with me or even ready to use on Lothal, so I'll have to just go to my house."

'She really was feeling sick…and yet here I was…'

"You did it all for a reward."

'She kept giving rewards like it was nothing and somewhere along the way I got the wrong idea. I got spoiled.'

"I'm sorry," he kept whispering again and again.

The next day, Ezra didn't show up for class.


Leaving Valen's office, Ezra was going to head to class. She could feel her body start to feel tired and weighed down. Each step was taking its toll on her, and she (grudgingly) admitted that Kallus had been right and that she should have stayed home.

But she disliked staying by herself in the apartment the others had procured through Vizago for her. It was empty and cold…completely lonely. It reminded her of days before she ever met the Ghost crew, where she fended for herself and didn't have others to watch her back.

She also knew that she was sick and that's why she'd been kept on Lothal instead of going with the others, aside from Kanan making the decision to confront the Inquisitor decisively and not wanting her to be there.

Kanan sat her down and looked at her solemnly, making her nervous. He tried to give a reassuring smile, but it faltered.

"The others didn't want to tell you, but we're not leaving you on Lothal just for a long term assignment at the Imperial Academy. You're sick, Ezra. You caught something really bad on that planet, and we don't know what it is. We were hoping, as a student at their academy, they might be able to find out and cure you."

She frowned, but reluctantly agreed.

"You'll take on my last name," Kanan told her.

Ezra blinked. "Jarrus?"

He shook his head, confusing her. "No, my name before all this," he waved his hand through the air. "Before I was Kanan Jarrus, I was born Caleb Dume."

Without any further use arguing, Ezra nodded and sat there, listening to him detail the things she needed to do while there.

And now Ezra was stuck on Lothal with this indefinite assignment, her health degrading every moment she spent dawdling there. It wasn't like she could simply go to the Imperial Hospital. Her papers weren't ready –Vizago had to forge those still. They also weren't going to just accept her in and treat her; she'd have to be in an extreme state for them to willingly give her any aid, especially without the proper papers that would put her through inspection.

Noticing the crowd thinning, she quickly started to quicken her steps. However, she found her sight glazing over and she had to stop. Blinking rapidly, she waited for her sight to become clear again before attempting to walk again. A step forward, and she stumbled. Feeling her hands shake, she lifted one up and watched her fingers quiver. Taking a deep breath, she told herself to ignore it all and keep going.

A few steps later and her legs trembled and she fell forward, blacking out and only hearing the echoes of worried yells.


Kallus was sure there was something wrong with the girl. Her usually healthy skin was pale, and her bright eyes looked dulled that morning. She had immediately asked for him to massage her head, and that was all that he had to do. That also pointed out, to him, that her head must've been hurting for some reason.

It had bothered him the entire time she had been in his office, and sometime after she'd left. So much so, that he'd quickly left his office and was going to demand she at least rest in the academy's med bay for a little bit, even if he had to interrupt her class and drag her out of it to the med bay himself. Luckily for him, 1st block had yet to start, so he could catch her before she went to class. Knowing which classes she had, having looked her up in the system, he caught her before class and saw her in the middle of the hallway.

She looked odd, standing in the middle of it and not moving. She was just staring at her hand. She then started to walk forward, before he could visibly see her legs tremble and she fell. There were yells as she just lay prone on the floor, and before everyone left in the hallway could crowd around her, he rushed forward and knelt by her side. Kallus was quick to check her vitals, before scooping her up and begin carrying her to the med bay.

He knew it. He should have trusted his gut and forced her to the med bay as soon as he'd brought up her health in his office.

"Miss Scalesu, I have a student who needs help!"

He lay her down onto one of the beds, while Regor came quickly and started to check on her.

"What's wrong with her?" he demanded shortly, though he refused to acknowledge the concern that leaked into his voice.

"I'm not sure yet. I'll do some bloodwork, but for now, it seems she's just had a fainting spell," Regor said unsurely.

Kallus nodded and let her do the work, and when she left, Kallus pulled up a chair to Ezra's bedside and sat down.

"You're an infuriating girl," he murmured. "But you're surprisingly smart and…captivating."

He had never been sure of what to think about her. From the moment he met her, after having caught her from the band of rebels that first time, he'd been caught off guard by the cynicism by someone so young. He'd told her simply that she was to be used as bait, and she'd insulted him to emphasize how wrong she thought he was and to declare the nature of people as unreliable. That "no one does that."

Kallus had nothing to say to that, so he simply scrutinize her sincerity and then brushed off lint from her shoulder. He left her behind, uncertain of the girl he'd held in that cell.

He'd underestimated her though. He hadn't expected that she'd manage to sneak out by herself, and leave uncaught with the rebels that had proven her wrong in coming back for her. And to find out she was capable of using the Force…

But since then, he'd not focused on her. Keeping in mind the first meeting and interaction, Kallus had left her be and focused on the others. He would only admit to himself that the idea of fighting her, after the echoes of their first meeting repeatedly bothering him every time he came to see her, surprisingly repulsed him. It made him uncomfortable, so he'd instead viciously sought after the others, especially the Lasat.

And now she was here, in the Imperial Academy, at his mercy again…And having initially gotten him under her mercy.

Here she was, again getting under his skin and bothering him, haunting his thoughts like she had before…

"What are you hiding?" he murmured, gazing at her.

He would figure it out, one way or another.


Valen borrowed Weylen's phone, which actually had her number (Damn it! Did everyone have her number, but him?! Even that idiot Traves had her number!), and texted her whenever he could. The whole day, he distractedly monitored the phone and continued his trend of texting. When that didn't seem to be working, he bit his lip and wondered if he should call.

Would she answer?

'I bet…she's tired of me.'

Thinking she wouldn't answer a call from him, he called anyway and waited.

"What is it?" her tone was abrupt.

He froze up in shock and didn't say anything. He really hadn't thought she would answer…

"…"

"I-I didn't think you'd pick up," he said softly.

"Can you come over to my house right now?"

His eyes widened. "Y-YES!"

"I'll text you the directions."

Without thinking or even wondering why she would ask him over, he headed over there immediately. The only thing on his mind was the question 'Was she still angry?'

At her apartment, he swallowed down his nervousness and knocked. He would just have to apologize the moment he saw her.

The door opened and her petite face appeared. He paused momentarily, unable to get his apology out, and she thrust a bag at him.

"Get this dried at the laundry."

Obediently, he turned around and went to go do just that. He came back and she handed him some money.

"Can you get me two cases of mineral water please?" and then shut the door again in his face.

He almost started pouting.

On his way back from the store, he was carrying the two cases almost easily in his arms, when a kid rushed passed him and he stumbled and fell, dropping the cases of mineral water.

"Watch it, you stupid kid!" he yelled, picking up a case and starting to get up to get the other. But he'd looked up and saw a speeder coming right at him. He flinched and closed his eyes, hearing brakes screeching.

Not feeling any pain, he opened his eyes and saw that the speeder had turned and missed him, ending up crushing the other case of water which had splashed all over him. He rushed back to the store in a panic, wanting to buy another case quickly. When he found out there weren't anymore, he felt like banging his head against a wall. Unhappily, he headed back to her apartment with only one case and a crushed box in hand.

"I'm sorry, Ezra. I fell and dropped the cases, and a speeder was heading towards me but ended up crushing the other case. The store didn't have any left, so I couldn't buy another either. I'm sorry. I wished the speeder had hit me instead," he said miserably.

"Don't be stupid. I'm just glad you're okay. Get in. We should get your clothes dried."

Confused but a little happy, Valen hesitantly walked in and looked around.

"You can't really walk around here in your underwear, so wear my gym shorts, okay?" Ezra told him as soon as he had taken off his clothes and was drying himself off. She handed him her gym shorts and he put them on, blushing and groaning inwardly when he felt himself hardened just a bit.

"You're hard?"

He winced, "It's just that…thinking about how you once wore these…I'm sorry for being so pathetic."

She sighed exasperatedly, but smiled at him. "Whatever. I'm used to seeing you hard anyway."

"Um…there's no one here and it looks like no one else lives here…do you live alone, Ezra?"

The dreary apartment, no matter how expensive or outfitted, seemed cold and lonely. There weren't any personal effects, nothing to say this was her home. There was no sign of living –something normal like clothes lying on the floor, or dishes and trash lying about. It looked nice…just not homey.

"Yeah," she answered him quietly. "Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Of course."

But what he really wanted to ask was why did she live alone.

"Are you okay? I mean yesterday…" he anxiously asked.

"Hm, the famous words you couldn't get out to me yesterday in the nurse's office," her voice was teasing.

His face colored. "I'm sorry for being such a horrible person…"

"It's okay. I'm feeling better, but the drugs Nurse Scalesu gave me are making me feel groggy. That's why I had you run those errands for me. Thanks," Ezra gave him a rare gentle smile.

"You shouldn't thank me," he muttered. "I'm the one who should be thankful. You told me to get under the bed…" he took out a small paper bag and held it out. "Your underwear. I'm giving it back. I cleaned it and everything."

"Now that you've jerked off to it, it's useless?" Ezra raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"No! I didn't jerk off to it! I-I really wanted to smell it…to lick it…press it against my thing and wrap it around…I really wanted to do all of that…But something was off. Getting it that way…didn't satisfy my heart."

Ezra just watched him, an odd look in her eyes.

"Come here," she patted the spot next to her on the couch.

Nervously, he came closer, but she met him halfway. As he stood there, she kneeled on the couch and the tip of her tongue darted out to lick his nipple. He shivered and tried to keep from making any noise as she took his nipple into her mouth, sucking gently and flicking her tongue against it.

"Ngh," he couldn't help the sound, his head tilting back slightly and his eyes becoming half-lidded.

With a hand on his chest and the other wrapped around his waist, she didn't need to be holding him to her. He couldn't stay away.

When she finally pulled away, Valen's face was fully flushed and he was breathing rather heavily. She laughed lightly at him, and flopped back tiredly against the couch.

"Your reward for being so good to me lately, especially today," she said sleepily, eyes drooping. She gave him a small smile and patted the spot next to her again. "Can I sleep on you? S'tired and cold…"

Though he wanted to yell out a yes immediately, he considered her state and just quietly made his way next to her, sitting down and happily letting her practically lie on top of him as they adjusted on the couch and he lay down across it to accommodate her. She fell asleep in seconds, while he basked in the position and being able to hold onto her.

But he couldn't help but be worried about her and how she was, and wanted to ask how sick was she really?


Ezra was never really mad at Valen whenever he hesitated or failed to do something for her (she just knew being the slightest cold would get him to do it). In some parts, she wanted to bring him out of his comfort zone, making unusual or outrageous requests, and seeing if he'd do them for her, even if it meant it was things that he wasn't used to doing. She also partly wanted to see how far he would go, especially on her behalf. She also liked watching his reactions and seeing him squirm, and really did found it and him amusing and dare she say, adorable.

However, there was also that he was still, no matter what, an Imperial.

And Ezra was petty enough to use this opportunity and want to abuse her power over him, like all Imperials did over all the other people in the galaxy.

To be honest though, that part of her was lessening the more time she spent with Valen. He was like a puppy. He was just so eager and happy to be in her presence and do things for her, that she felt herself softening towards him and wanting to honestly "pat his head" in praise and give rewards.

She did wonder about her other troublesome Imperial though.

Kallus had been strange lately, but it wasn't like she could ever truly read him. He also seemed…kind almost towards her at times.

If she was being honest, this whole thing with those two might just be getting out of hand.

The day she'd been in school, she had gone to Homeroom miserably. However, seeing Valen's happy and almost shy look made her reluctantly happy and willing to stick it out. From there, she'd gone to Kallus' office and ordered for her head to be massaged, hoping to get rid of the headache she seemed plagued with. But then they'd had that…argument? Whatever it was, she'd left abruptly to Valen's office, with her head still aching terribly.

She'd asked Valen to get her mineral water because she was thirsty, and she'd been advised that it was the only drink that would help stabilize her condition somewhat. But he'd taken too long and she had to get to class, so she'd left. But then she collapsed in the hallway, and the next thing she knew, she was in the med bay and Nurse Scalesu was there and taking care of her, offering to call a taxi to take her back to her apartment for her to take a sick day. It wasn't too long after that, that Valen showed up and she'd been cold with him, though she knew he was struggling and then later trying his best to apologize. When she left him behind, she felt a tinge of remorse for her coldness, though she had tried to make it up by hiding him from the nurse.

She hadn't shown up to school that day, deeming herself unwell still. After calling in sick, she hadn't expected Val to persistently text her and then actually call her with Weylen's phone, though she was inordinately pleased when he showed up and had been as endearing as he had been.

Now as she lay on him, falling asleep peacefully, she thought that maybe she could be a little less harsh and cruel with him, and reward him a little more…

Started 7/15/12 – (Never finished)
Revised 2/10/15 – Completed 2/11/15

A/n: Oh noooo! Ezra really is super sick. Bah! She'll mess with those two no matter what! Even to her dying breath! Kukukukuku…Anywho, if you like, please drop a review! It's always nice to know I'm not alone in my madness :D


Anon Reviews:

1. Anon: YEEES! THANK YOU FOR SHARING IN MY ENTHUSIASM! LET'S BE CRAZY TOGETHER XD I SHALL SPOIL YOU SOME MORE AND ENJOY MORE OF VALEN'S SUFFERING IN HERE! KALLUS IS WORKING HIS WAY IN, BUT NEXT CHAPTER IS LIKE DIVA DEBUT MOMENT. RAWR –DOG FIGHT ;D

2. Anonymous: Hehehe, thank you! And yes, I promise more descriptions on those kinds of scenes. They're only starting out, so once more intimacy gets involved, you can bet the scenes will be more descriptive and graphic :)