I know! I know! It's been forever! I'm sorry! Let me explain: I love writing, and I love all you guys. But in the middle of the Rebels season, I decided I wanted to take a break from writing so I could just watch the episodes and enjoy them, without the pressure of having to write about it after. I am still going to update, just not weekly. More sparodically. I'm really sorry guys, for the wait. But here it is.


"I win." Sabine smirked as she beat Ezra for the upteenth time in a holochess competition.

"You must be cheating." He muttered.

"Me? Ezra, I wouldn't chea- okay yeah I'd totally cheat. But I'm not right now. Promise."

"Whatever. Let's play something else."

"Ezra, I'm really enjoying your company…"

"But?"

"But is it alright if I just, have some alone time?"

"Oh, sure." He smiled. "If, if that's what you want, then no problem. Let me know if you get bored."

"Mmhmm."

"And tell me if you need anything."

"Yeah."

"And give me a heads up if something starts hurting."

"Okay, yeah." She said, her patience wearing thinner as she forced herself to politely answer all his stupid comments.

Oh, come on. She scolded herself. He's just trying to help…and he is doing a good job.

The teen sighed and trudged to her room. She would have healed a lot sooner, but she refused to simply lay down and stay put. So, rather than resting, she'd been going on missions, which, while exciting, was also damaging. Therefore, the whole healing procces had been two steps forward, one step back. In short, she still had a bad ankle which was refusing to get better -at her fault, and decision. She had decided that the missions were more important than her own health. It seemed like a sweet sacrafise at first, but now the crew was getting concerned.

"I hate this." She mumbled. "I can't do anything in their eyes… Maybe I should just chut them up; I really am fine, they're overreacting."

"Who ya' talkin' to?" Kanan asked as she passed his room.

"Uh… no one."

Kanan smirked and gave a gesture of dissmisal before adding, "Make sure to do your compresses."

"Yeah." She replied, her voice dripping with frustration.

Sabine went into her room and glanced at her artwork before picking up a data pad. Then she remembered what Kanan had reminded her to do.

"Oh, yeah." She mumbled. "I guess I need to…not do my compresses. It can wait." She said, putting it off yet again. She was doing them, but not three times daily like she was supposed to. More like once a day, or sometimes even skipping a day.

Why did it have to be like this? Why did she have to have injuries and scars? Why couldn't she just be perfect? Sure she had talents, but she didn't have beauty, or the features she wanted. Mental and physical ability weren't everything. You had to look good, too. That was something she didn't have.

If she didn't dye her hair the way she did, she wouldn't even look presentable; she didn't just color it for fun. If she didn't work out, she wouldn't have a good figure. She didn't like her eyes either, and almost was considering colored contact lenses. Sabine could write a whole list containing things she didn't like about her body. One time she had. She thought it would make her feel better, but it really didn't.

The teen rested her chin on her knees and stared at the data pad. She was hardly paying attention to the screen though, her mind being on other things. The girl in the show was so…flawless. She began considering the things necessary to make herself look like that. It might be a slight challenge, but she could pull it off.

An idea formed in her head, and she began to get up and paint it. How she wanted to look, how she wanted to be, who she wanted to be. After examining it for a while, she made the decision. She was going to…

No… What am I doing? You don't want this… Or do I? No. Besides, Kanan and Hera would never allow this.

"Sabine." Zeb said through the door.

"What?"

"Do you need these?"

Sabine held back a sigh and went to open her door. When she saw Zeb, he was holding her compresses. The Mando' let her head fall against the door frame in exasperation.

"What? Do you need help with them? Because I can give you a hand."

"I'm capable." She snapped, straightening up.

"Oh, I-I know you are. I just meant-"

"Save it for the judge," she spat, shutting the door on him before quickly opening it less than a heartbeat later saying in a shocked -at herself- voice, "Sorry." She had no idea where that little episode had come from.

Zeb just responded by rolling his eyes and muttering, "Teenagers."

Sabine just stared at him, uncomprehending.

After a long pause Zeb spoke. "So, do you want these or not? If you want, I can-"

"You think I'm pretty, right?"

"What?" Zeb looked at her dumbfounded.

"Am I pretty?"

"Look kid, you know I don't do emotional stuff." He said.

"Zeb, am I pretty?"

Zeb sighed. "I'm not the person to ask."

"So you don't think I'm pretty?" She said quietly.

"I didn't say that."

"So you do then."

"I didn't say that either."

"You don't even know what you're saying!" She yelled, shutting the door.

Sabine fell back against the door and slowly slid down, her head dropping as she wrapped her arms around her legs. She put her thumb and forefinger on her forehead as she choked on light tears.


Well? Did you like? We will come back to the subject of liking your appearance. For now though, Sabine is just being posed with the problem. The advice on it will come later, don't worry.

So, I have a job for you guys. I want you to tell me (in a PM or Review, it don't matter) who you want to see Sabine bond with. You can even make up a scenario about how they bond. Basically, the crowd decides! Fun, right! So give me your requests, and I'll try to squeeze them into the story somehow. (If it doesn't fit in the story, I'll maybe do it in a oneshot.)