A/N first off, unlike my other stories, this one is not connected to my overall personal 'Expanded Universe', but a stand-alone fic, taking place years after the series in the old Expanded Universe timeline, roughly around the same time as the graphic novel "Star Wars: Unity". Also it will be Ezra/Sabine as well as Kanan/Hera. If you aren't fond of those pairings you likely won't enjoy this. Beyond that, as always I don't own Star Wars or any related character.

Star Wars Rebels
Remember Me

Chapter 4: Catching Up

"Ezra!" A familiar voice shouted, causing the Jedi Master to almost drop his lightsaber. His eyes widened as the familiar yet updated Mandalorian armored feminine figure stepped between him and the young Mando'a boy. She was more heavily armored now, but the helmet was the same he remembered except for a few tweaks to the color pattern. What was even more surprising to him was Sabine Wren wasn't just standing before him, but had her twin blasters trained on him and his former Padawan. "Ezra, I'm going to say this just once… both of you step away from my son…"

Ezra's eyes widened even more at the mention of the word son, but it was Depa who deactivated her lightsaber first. "Aunt Sabine?"

Sabine tilted her head as she stared at the Twi'lek, "Depa?"

Ezra deactivated his lightsaber as Sabine holstered her blasters and removed her helmet, letting her multi-colored hair fall to her shoulders. "You've grown up…" She said.

"Not meaning to interrupt the happy reunion… but… Perhaps it would be better for us to talk someplace more secure than a busted up bar…" Nate spoke up.

"Your… son is right, Sabine," Ezra said, glancing around at the destruction and groaning bodies.

With a frown Sabine nodded and put her helmet back on, "This way…" Ezra, Depa and Nate followed the Mando'a out of the bar to the multi-colored closed speeder with various patterns on it.

"I see you haven't stopped detailing your stuff…" Ezra gave a slight smirk, as Sabine turned toward his former Padawan.

"Your Hera's kid," Sabine stated, "I'm assuming you piloted the Ghost here for Ezra?"

"Yes, ma'am," Depa nodded.

"Nate, go with her back to the Ghost and bring it to Ketsu's hanger," Sabine instructed the teen.

Both Padawan and Mandalorian nodded and left the elder pair. Sabine climbed into the speeder's driver's seat while Ezra hopped into the passenger.

"So … you're a mom…" Ezra said awkwardly after a few moments.

"Yup, I'm a mom, pretty sure Nate is evidence of that…" Sabine replied, without taking her eyes off the speeder's path. "He's stubborn and cocky, just like his father, but he's mine and I couldn't be more proud of him."

"His father… he's a lucky man…" Ezra said with a hint of defeat in his voice.

"He's had his share of luck, seems to enjoy pushing it, too. Especially in fights," Sabine said with a fond smile, "Great fighter, but thicker in the head than durasteel."

"Ah…" Ezra slightly pouted and Sabine smiled softly. "So… when do I get to meet your husband?" he forced a smile.

"I'm not married," Sabine stated, "And you've already met my lover. Several times actually."

"Huh?" Ezra glanced in pure confusion, causing Sabine to give a stifled laugh.

"I had no idea it would be this easy to confuse a great Jedi Master…" Sabine glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not confused," Ezra crossed his arms and sat back roughly, "I'm trying to figure out who I know who you have been running around with, and why they haven't told me where you are… especially when I've been tearing this damn galaxy apart looking for you!" He narrowed his eyes, "Klivian… has to be Klivian… he's always been a jerk like that…"

"It's not Hobbie!" Sabine laughed a moment before his words caught up, "Why would you tear the galaxy apart looking for me?"

"Why would I? After EVERYTHING… You come to me and we… and I wake up and you're just gone… you expect me to just say… 'oh, ok, bye then'? do you know me at all, Sabine?" Ezra narrowed his eyes on the multicolor-haired Mandalorian.

"Jedi are forbidden attachments," Sabine avoided his eyes, "You were having a hard enough time with the Dark Side as it was, you didn't need something else for the dark siders to use to drag you down to their level… I couldn't live with myself if I had a hand in… you turning into one of them…"

"Have you NOT met my former Master? Kanan Jarrus? Formerly known as Caleb Dume? Even before he started chasing Hera Syndulla's tail he had a long trail of lovers…" Ezra shook his head, "He was pretty open about his thoughts on the Attachment Rule and, by the Force, the long rants on why he felt it was one of the reasons the Jedi fell to begin with… think he just wanted an excuse for sneaking into Hera's cabin when he thought we were asleep…"

Ezra then started counting on his fingers, "And don't forget Hera and Kanan have been married for several years… and started popping out kids before Kanan made Hera an honest woman… And before you say Kanan's a special case, the Jedi Grand Master just married another Jedi Knight a few days ago."

"Kanan and Luke weren't tempted by Sith Lords first," Sabine argued.

"Kanan has toyed with the Dark Side more than any of us ever realized, Sabine," Ezra sat back. "And, it's not common knowledge because of his sister's political career, but remember that Sith Lord that almost killed us repeatedly, Darth Vader?" Sabine nodded, "He was Luke and Leia's father… I'm with Kanan and Luke, the no attachment rule caused more problems than they solved…"

"Oh yeah?" Sabine quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah… Back during the Old Order days, none of the Jedi were allowed to really feel… anything. Emotions were highly forbidden out of fear of negative thoughts and emotions driving them to the Dark Side. But studying some archives from the Imperial Archives when we took Coruscant, there were several Jedi, Luke and Leia's father included, who … snuck around the rule. Anakin Skywalker actually married a senator in secret. The Emperor used what became Imperial Intelligence to even manipulate many of Jedi into working for them in exchange for protecting their secret life from the Jedi Council. And even for the Knights who weren't approached, it caused a great deal of unneeded stress." Ezra glanced out over Nar Shaddaa's city landscape as he paused, "In the end, what the Jedi used to avoid the Dark Side simply drove them straight to it. Like the old proverb says, destiny's paths are infinite and ever-branching, and the path you take to avoid it might only lead you to it."

He glanced to see his old ally simply staring at him. "What?"

"That was… really deep, I'm… impressed," Sabine tilted her head. "When did you go all wise sage?"

"Think it was about the time I got named Jedi Master," Ezra smiled softly, "But I'm not all that wise… Just trying my best to help Luke and Kanan make the Jedi as strong as they once were…"

Sabine looked like she wanted to say something else, but instead turned back to the controls, "Almost home," She smirked slightly, "Hang on…"

"Hang on?" He asked, then cried out when Sabine pushed the controls forward and brought the speeder into a hard dive.

-SW-

"You're pretty fast, for a Mando," Depa said as she raced the blue armored teen. "But not fast enough!" She said as she sprang forward ahead of him, clearing another roof top.

Her eyes widened when the blue clad Mando flipped over her and landed in front of her. "Impressive use of the Force! Who trained you?" Depa asked as the two started running again.

"I guess Mom did, she told me she watched Master Jarrus train Master Bridger back during the war, and just applied what she observed with me." Nate explained.

"And your lightsaber? It's tends to be a Dark Sider thing to have a red blade…" Depa said as they stopped to take a breather, "Did your mom take it from one of the Inquisitors she took out for you?"

"Kinda, she smashed them for parts, she wouldn't let me have a completed lightsaber," Nate replied, pulling the lightsaber from his belt, "She said it was very important to Master Bridger when he built his lightsabers. She wanted me to do it the right way, and make my own. Course I only had access to the red crystals from the sabers we took from the Sith we hunted." He handed the blade for her to inspect.

"Nice," Depa admired his handy work. "It's great work!" She said, handing it back. "I have another question … when we met at the bar…"

"And you said I was one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen?" Nate said, removing his helmet, flipping his bangs from his face, causing the young Twi'lek Knight's heart to speed up slightly.

She closed her eyes for a moment, 'There is no emotion… there is peace…', she thought to herself before speaking again, "Yes… that… I sense you recognized me… I get Master Bridger, both from your mom knowing him and him being plastered all over the Holonet, what with him being a member of the standing Jedi Council… but me, I've intentionally kept out of the Holo spotlight. How did you know me?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy…" Nate glanced away, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.

"Try me," She placed a hand on her almost-bare hip.

"I have seen you before," Nate said, "You and Master Bridger… in a dream…"

"A dream?" Depa stepped toward her new friend.

"Yeah, we were all at a table filled with delicious smelling food," Nate refused to meet her eyes as they continued walking toward the Ghost. "Me and you were sitting together, laughing about something. Master Bridger and mom were seated together, across from us. Also there were other young Twi'leks around us… feels like they were teasing you about something… There was also a Lasat grumbling about something to an old astromech droid… and… at the head of the table there was a human male with kinda greying hair in a ponytail, and an older Twi'lek holding his hand, she was pregnant, and looking at us all… looked like she was about to cry… but she didn't seem sad, more like happy tears… I felt… at peace. Like I was … Home."

Depa and Nate stopped before the entry ramp of the Ghost and Depa was simply and silently studying Nate's face. "W-What?"

"It's the Force," Depa said moving closer, placing a hand on Nate's blue chest plate, "The Force, Nate… it's calling to you…" she moved even closer, and Nate found himself becoming lost in her deep forest green eyes staring back into his. "Just… let it in…"

The moment was interrupted when a feeling shot through them both. "Did you feel that?" Depa asked, stepping away from Nate, reaching for her shield and lightsaber.

"Yeah… what was that?" He asked, putting his helmet back on.

Depa barely got her lightsaber drawn and lit before a cloaked figure leapt from the shadows with a sparking red double-bladed lightsaber. "NATE! RUN! GET EZRA!" Depa said, calling her shield to her arm with the Force.

"Who is this guy?" Nate asked, firing his blaster at their mysterious attacker, his eyes widened behind his visor as he effortlessly deflected the blasts with a flick of his saberstaff.

Depa spun on a heel and kept on the offensive to keep this Dark-Sider's attention solely on her. Nate may have a great deal of raw Force talent, but Padawans were more honed in skill. She could tell by this guy's movement he was even above her skill. "Nate! I said get Ezra!" She snapped, springing forward and kicking the dark clad killer in the chest.

"Yes… yes at last…" the yellow eyed killer seemed pleased as he focused on the half-Twi'lek. "At long last…"

Depa took a step back, not taking her eyes off her opponent, her lightsaber held ready at her side and her shield between them. "I wondered how many of your number I would have to cut down… should he not be here now; you should draw him out with ease…"

"Who are you talking about?" Depa narrowed her eyes, keeping her knees slightly bent and ready to defend herself and Nate.

"The one who taught you that defensive technique, of course, Child," the Killer stated with a hint of pride in his voice, "Do to a lack of official training between his two masters his style does not fall in a typical Jedi combat technique. I know he was your master, Child, because you have the same Form III Adlib stances." The killer paced before her like an animal hunting her, seeking an opening, "Unique that you utilize a physical shield. Not something I've seen any other Jedi or Sith utilize."

She barely got her lightsaber up to catch his slashing saber. Her eyes widened when she saw he was right against her, the two blades sparking as he pushed her backwards. "Tell me, Child, I see he taught you what Jarrus and Tano showed him…" she could see the sickening yellow teeth as he smiled within his darkened hood, "Did he ever teach you what I showed him?"

"Come and find out…" She said as she kicked back, and glared challengingly at the assassin.

He started toward her but gasped when her shield struck him in the chest. He roared and stepped back, by the time he readied himself again she was flying downward with her lightsaber in both hands.

He admitted, of the knights he's faced she was the most fierce and offensive capable. It was obvious she had learned a great deal more from her Master than the other weaker Jedi of Skywalker's Order.

Her shield returned to her arm, as she used it in tandem with her lightsaber, using her strength and her connection to the Force to keep the assassin on the defensive.

"You're good, girl, but not good enough…" the Assassin sneered.

"yeah, I'm just warming up," Depa smirked.

Off to the side Nate watched the fight between Light and Dark Side users in awe. No wasted moves, no wasted energy, both were like forces of nature clashing. He had heard stories of the Jedi from his mother, and the Holonet, but this… this was beyond anything he had ever researched.

The Assassin's saber staff struck downward toward the Twi'lek, who back-flipped away, spinning into the air, using the Force and her shield as a platform to jump back farther.

The two Force Wielders gaged each other, and to Depa's discouragement she was the only one breathing heavy.

A frontal assault wasn't working. A small smile graced her lips as a new plan formed in her mind.

She deactivated her lightsaber and took off in a dead sprint toward her enemy. She recognized his style and took a chance on what his counter attack would be. She guessed correctly as he made an aggressive swipe with his saber, and she dropped into baseball slide, going between his legs, and reigniting her lightsaber, giving him a hard slash right across the shoulder blades.

The Assassin roared in pain and rage as he stumbled forward. He turned angrily toward her as she gave him a little salute with her lightsaber.

She narrowed her eyes as the Dark Sider roared in pure rage slashing wildly at nothing. "Temper, temper…"

She barely was able to roll to the side as he pounced toward her.

"I'M GOING TO SEND YOU TO YOUR MASTER IN PIECES!" The assassin screamed, slashing wildly, but still oddly focused.

She spun her lightsaber as she deflected one close slash with her shield, then made a slash of her own.

From the plank of the Ghost Nate watched carefully before shaking his head, "I have to help her…" He glanced to the ship then back to the fight before making his decision and running toward the battle.

Depa had to admit she was wearing down as they approached the ledge of the tower the old factory was built on. Maybe she could finish this and they could all go home… her thoughts were stopped when his lightsaber graced her bare arm.

"You have a great defense, Child," the Assassin's yellow teeth showed as he smiled at her. "But it is far from impervious…"

"Yeah, eat this, jerk!" She tossed her shield at his face, and made a series of slashes and stabs herself.

"BACK OFF!" Nate called firing a mini-missile from his gauntlet, which the Assassin effortlessly deflected.

"A Mandalorian friend?" the Assassin sneered, "You did take after your master…"

Depa saw the murderer turn his attention to Nate, and shook her head. "NO!" She dove at the killer, only to be caught by the Force, and thrown into to the Ghost. She gasped as she slammed head first into the bulkhead, before falling to the ground unconscious.

"That was a mistake…" Nate said, glancing from his unconscious friend to the murderer. He unsnapped his lightsaber from his belt, and lit it.

"Now… this is unexpected…" the monster's yellow teeth showed as he smiled at the young Mandalorian. He reached out and Nate gasped when the lightsaber flew from his hand to the killer's. "Rather crude design… but not terrible…"

Before Nate could do anything else he was lifted from his feet and pressed against the hull of the Ghost. "Know I could destroy you both easily now, but … you will live… because I have decided to allow it."

With great force, the killer shot the lightsaber back to the young Mando, hitting him blunt end to the chest. The impact of the blow sent him hard to the ground. "Tell Ezra Bridger I am looking forward to our long awaited meeting…" He said, disappearing into the shadows.

"Oh…" Depa groaned as she pulled herself up to a seated position, "You ok?" She asked, glancing to Nate.

"We need to get to your Master…" Nate stated, staring where the assassin disappeared.

-SW-

"You… are still an insane pilot…" Ezra scratched his head, "You could have got us killed back there…"

"Did you have to surrender your balls when you took that title, Master Jedi?" Sabine smirked as she put her helmet on a hook by the door.

"Hey!" Ezra shook his head, then glanced around the apartment. "I'm a little disappointed…"

"In what?" Sabine glanced back at the taller Jedi Master.

"I was expecting a lot more graffiti…" He said looking at what artwork was painted on the wall, as well as the canvased art. "I see you moved to actual canvases… Is this Lothal?"

Sabine walked up next to him and looked at the framed painting. "It is…"

"That's Tarkin Town… and the Ghost…" Ezra smiled as memories of the old days resurfaced at the detailed art work.

"And look at that hill," She said pointing to the corner of the painting, and Ezra's eyes followed her finger, and his head tilted, seeing two small but detailed figures, with twin blue lightsabers connected.

"Kanan and I training… You even used my original blaster-saber." Ezra smiled.

"I did, I see you made another one," Sabine said, glancing to the lightsaber on Ezra's belt. "What happened to the one you made after Vader destroyed the original?"

"Depa's fifteenth birthday present," Ezra smiled, "So she could have one until she could complete her own. She started to give it back after she put together her saber and shield, but I told her to keep it and give it to her Padawan when she took him or her."

"Oh ok," Sabine nodded, "So, tell me about the others?"

"Hera and Kanan got married shortly after the war… Mon Motha's wedding gift is she arranged for Kanan to be the first vet to receive implant surgery. He got his eyes back!" Ezra said with a smile, "We all cried when Hera realized he could physically see her outside of the Force for the first time in years…"

"They already had a few kids before that, but once they got married … yeah…" Ezra shook his head, "Chopper is still around and in mostly one piece… stubborn hunk of junk… Zeb went back to Lothal. Just like several other Outer Rim Worlds, there's still some Imperial resistances, and he's teamed up with Maketh Tau's gorilla group to defend the rebuilding Lothalian cities. I've popped in there some but… Luke always seems to find a job to keep me busy. I'm sure you've heard all about Luke, Leia, and their bunch…"

"Tau survived?" Sabine asked.

"Surprisingly yeah," Ezra shrugged, "She just went underground and got involved in another resistance that formed after we left."

"And you became a Jedi Master," Sabine said, looking him over again, "And even training your old master's daughter… full circle, Ezra…" She walked up, and lightly ran a finger across his beard, "Even grew a beard…" She said, studying his face, making the Jedi's cheek color. "I don't like it…" she said, crinkling her nose.

"I still can't figure out who this lover of yours is…" He said, as he gazed around the apartment, "Only pictures and paintings I see are of you, us, and your son…" He mused, causing the Mandalorian to roll her eyes.

"Am I really going to have to spell it out for you, Ezra?" she gave him a hard look with a raised eyebrow.

Before the Bounty Hunter could do just that, Nate and Depa limped up the stairs to the lower level of the apartment. "Uncle Ezra!" Depa called out as they approached the too, and both Ezra and Sabine began worried at their bruised and battered forms.

"What happened?" Ezra asked.

"We ran into that serial killer…" Nate said, glancing to his mother, "He's worse than any Sith or Inquisitor we've hunted mother…"

"And he knows you, Master…" Depa said, glancing up into her uncle's eyes.

"It can't be…" Ezra shook his head as a stray thought entered his mind, "Not after all these years…"

"Do you think he followed you?" Sabine asked the too, as Chopper joined them.

"He didn't seem interested in finding us," Nate said, glancing to the Jedi Master, "He seemed to want you to find him…"

"Depa, I want you to come with me to look at my database, see if we can properly id him…" She then gave a nervous glance between her son and her former teammate. "And Nate…" She took a deep breath, when the two men turned their eyes. "Take your father to where he can meditate and see what the Force can tell him…"

"…What?" Ezra's wide blue eyes turned to Nate.

"Uh… Hi… Dad…" Nate lifted a hand in an awkward wave.

To Be Continued…