Sabine threw off one rock after another from the seemingly endless pile that used to be a cave entrance. This sucks! She silently complained. Then again, I'm not the one being crushed under a pile of heavy rocks. The Mandalorian began debating in her mind who had it worse; her or Ezra.

She picked up another rock and tossed it to the side, secretly wishing she could plant a thermal detonator on the pile of rocks and reduce it to ash. The only problem was Ezra might also get blown to pieces. Stupid selfless Jedi Di'kut! She silently scolded Ezra. Even worse, the suns had set and now it was night.

It was dark. Pitch black to be precise. Then Ezra opened his eyes, only to find it was still very dark. As he tried to move, the Jedi found his arms and legs locked to the ground by something and a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. "Karabast!" He cursed under his breath. It was a word he picked up from one of the Lasat Captains he had worked with back on Quesh. Captain Oreo or something like that.

Ezra turned his head to look upwards. The feeling of the back of his head making contact with the ground caused him to scream out in pain. He didn't know why but his head was feeling excruciatingly painful when he rested it on the ground. The Jedi lifted his head up slightly. He could feel cold liquid running down the back of his head. 'How the Kriff do I get out of this?!' He wondered out loud.

Ezra closed his eyes and let the Force flow through him. He tried to get free, using the Force to try and lift the heavy things that trapped him. But it didn't work, he was pinned down good, despite his best efforts, the weights didn't budge. The Jedi sighed in frustration and defeat. He could only hope and pray to the Force that Sabine was trying to dig him out. Would she, though?

'Well, there's nothing much I can do down here.' Ezra thought. He started to feel drowsy for some reason. Before he could stop them, his eyelids drooped and his head fell back on to the floor.

Ezra wasn't the only one in darkness. Sabine was 'excavating' in the dark as well, her helmet's night vision ensuring she could see in the dark. She was exhausted, thirsty, hungry and cold. The bottle she had taken from the crashed speeder was nearly empty. As she lifted another rock from the pile, she suddenly collapsed, unable to take its weight due to her level of exhaustion. "Need... To find... Ezra..." She moaned, struggling to stand up. "I'm a... Mandalorian! And we... Don't leave... Our friends." she declared to no one other than herself.

She pushed herself away from the ground to stand on her feet, fuelled solely by her determination and the feeling of friendship she had for Ezra. She suddenly remembered her helmet could detect heat signatures. Quickly she activated the feature. Underneath the rubble, the infrared camera detected a body of orange and red; Ezra! She wasn't far from him, maybe another meter or two. But best of all, he was alive. Motivated, she continued working.

It was only ten minutes later did she find him. It took a little while longer to free him from under the rocks. The Jedi was unconscious but breathing. He had also suffered a severe head injury that was still bleeding. Already physically and mentally drained, Sabine hastily tore off part of Ezra's clothes and tied a makeshift bandage around his head.

'That should keep the sand and other things out.' She thought before she collapsed, thoroughly exhausted.

Sabine awoke to the feeling of a soft pillow against the back of her head. She slowly opened her eyes and came face to face with the ceiling. 'Wait, ceiling?! Weren't we in the desert?!' She sat up slowly, only to find something, or rather someone lying on top of her. She tensed up momentarily but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was only Ezra. The improvised bandage was gone, replaced instead by a kolto pack held to the wound by an actual bandage.

The teenage Jedi had a peaceful look on his face. His head resting on her chestplate, a white linen blanket draped over his body and Sabine's legs. Sabine had half a mind to throw him off the bed despite his injuries. She was already going against her culture by allying with a Jedi. Sleeping with him was venturing far beyond the realms of Mandalorian taboo.

Then again, maybe it was because of his wound, or maybe something else she felt for the young man on her chest. She laid her head back and let him continue resting. Just then, the door opened and someone walked into the room. A short beard took up the space near his mouth and below his chin. Sabine thought he must have been quite old, considering the wrinkles on his face. "You're awake." He said. "I only have one bed so you two had to share it. Hope you don't mind." He continued, gesturing to the wooden bed.

Oh she minded alright! "Do you mind getting him off my chest so I can get up?!" she replied, impatiently. The man walked forward and gently lifted Ezra's sleeping figure off Sabine. The Mandalorian sat up on the side of the mattress, allowing Ezra to rest on the pillow. "Where am I? Who are you? And what happened?" she asked the man.

"One thing at a time, Rainbow Mando." He said, gesturing for her to slow down, only for her to abruptly stand up and point one of her blasters at his head.

"DON'T. CALL. ME. THAT." she warned, punctuating every word. The man nodded fearfully in reply. Sabine returned her blaster to its holster and sat back down on the bed, waiting for the man to continue.

"As I was saying, first of all, you're in my hut out in the middle of the Tattooine desert. Secondly, you can call me Rowan Delk. Lastly, I found you two outside in the early morning and brought you here." He replied, pointing to Ezra. "You both looked pretty sick, plus you were cuddling him pretty close to you when I found you." He added, causing the Mandalorian to look away and blush. 'Har'chaak!' She mentally cursed, reaching for the bottle of water on the bedside table. She downed half a liter in one go.

As Rowan turned to leave, Sabine spoke up. "Thank you." she said. He stopped, turned and smiled at her before exiting the room, closing the door behind him. Sabine turned to look at the sleeping Jedi beside her. He shifted slightly and opened his eyes. "Oh hi." He said, still slightly groggy. "Why does my head hurt?" He asked, his hand feeling the bandage around his head.

Sabine smiled and relayed the events of the cave collapse and their subsequent rescue. "Oh, you dug me out of the rubble, by hand, all by yourself?" He asked, surprised. She nodded. "Wow, um...thanks..." He said. For a while, their eyes met and they just stared at each other, their faces drifting closer. Then before they knew it, their lips met in a slow, yet deep kiss. In that moment, it felt irrelevant that they were from opposing factions. That they were supposed to spite each other.

Guided by instinct, their hands travelled on to the other's body. Sabine's landed on the back of Ezra's neck, pulling him in. Ezra rested his hands on the sides of her stomach. They pulled away slowly, foreheads pressed together. They looked into the other's eyes, both of the registering each other's thoughts and desires telepathically. Lips met again in a deeper, more passionate kiss. Emitting soft moans of pleasure, Ezra pushed Sabine down on to the bed.

A/N: Oops, sorry. That's as far as the T rating for this story allows me to go. Thanks for reading! I apologise for the long delay in updates. TBH, when I started this story, I only had the start and end in mind. Didn't really plan the body out. If you think the love is stupid, forced, rushed and stupid, it's because I don't know what falling in love IRL is like. Anyway, thanks again and May The Force Be With You.

~Paul

P.s I'm just joined my school's young writers club so hopefully my writing gets better and more pleasing to your eyes and imagination. Also, I might write more about the suggested sex from this chapter in a spinoff story, but we'll see how it goes. Okay, I'm done now...