A/N: Hi everyone. I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I was really sick for a few days and just went back to work (after a long vacation) so things have been busy, busy, busy. I hope that I still have readers! I am revising chapter 11 right now-so it's about ready to be posted too. Thanks for all your support through the writing of this. If no one left comments, I might not be so motivated to finish, so thanks! :)

10.

By the time they landed in the spaceport on Ylix, Hera had repeated her offer to Sabine several times, but each time the teen had politely declined. Even though they both wanted her to stay, Kanan knew that Sabine didn't want to feel dependent on anyone. He knew that if she hadn't been more than a little desperate, she wouldn't have taken the credits he'd offered her.

Hera and Kanan walked to the Ghost's ramp with Sabine, then out into the busy corridor. "Do you see her?" Hera asked, half hoping that the Sabine's friend wouldn't show. She just couldn't help it. The girl was alone and while she wasn't naive and helpless, it was a big universe out there. Some part of her wanted to take the girl in and keep her safer than she would be on the streets.

"No, I don't see her." Sabine's brown eyes scanned the crowd, then she stood on her tiptoes. "Wait..."

Kanan looked in that direction and saw a figure in a cloak pull down the hood. The person was dark-skinned with extremely short black hair, and she seemed to be scanning the crowd as well.

"That's my friend." Sabine turned to Kanan and Hera. "I don't know how to thank you," she admitted as she took Hera's hand in her own, but ended up getting a hug from the Twi'lek. She returned it a little awkwardly, but was smiling when Hera finally let her go.

"Maybe we'll meet again one day," Hera said.

"Yeah. You've got good aim. We can always use another gunner if you need some work." Kanan added, sticking his hand out. Sabine took it then threw an arm around him.

"Thank you for patching me up. And everything else too." She said softly, looking up at him.

"You bet." He shifted a little uncomfortably, casting a glance to Hera, who had raised one tattooed eyebrow at him.

Sabine took several steps backward, as if she was fixing them in her mind, then turned and melted into the crowd. Kanan watched until she reached her friend.

"So. What was 'everything else?'" Hera teased.

"You know. Just a little advice...that's all." Kanan said, casually. He watched until he could no longer see Sabine and her friend, then turned with Hera to head back to the Ghost.

"Yeah...right." Hera murmured. "I think someone's gone soft on me."

"Nah." He shook his head. "Not me." He tapped his chest as they started up the Ghost's ramp. "Town drunk, brawler, gunslinger, spacer, smuggler…."

"If you don't know you're more than that, then you're not as smart as I thought you were." She raised an eyebrow at him once more.

"You could be wrong about that. I might disappoint you."

"I don't think so." She replied, reaching out to climb the ladder. He could see she was favoring her injured side, so he climbed with her, just a few rungs down so he could catch her if her grip faltered.

They reached the top and Hera made her way to the cockpit. "Well, I've got to monitor communications for Fulcrum—to let her know what happened to Titan." They were on a contact schedule, and she had to wait for contact from Fulcrum before reporting.

"I'd like to talk to this 'Fulcrum.'" Kanan narrowed his eyes. He had a bone or two to pick with this mysterious figure that had them traipsing all over the galaxy. "We were sent into a supposedly safe situation, but it ended up being a disaster. Twice now. If this is the normal operation of this 'resistance' then we'll be lucky to make it three months out here!"

"I understand your frustration, but no." Hera shook her head, turning around to block Kanan's way into the cockpit. "Talking to Fulcrum...that's not happening."

"Why not?"

"The less you know, the safer we all are. Sorry, but that's how it has to be right now." She looked up at him, her green eyes measuring his reaction.

He raised an eyebrow, but could tell that she meant it, so he backed down. "Okay. But you just tell her that the next person who points a blaster at one of us is gonna end up as dead as Honoghr. And you can tell her Kanan Jarrus said so." He turned around and headed towards his quarters, leaving Hera watching him with a curious, almost pleased look on her face.