A/N Wow! I'm sorry I was away for so long! I can't believe how well this story was recieved! I have one more little epilogue that I will post later, but for now, this one shot is officially a two shot! Thanks for all the follows, favorites and reviews!
Ezra stared at Sabine as she took off her helmet. She had dyed her hair blue! Just like he had suggested! Ezra snapped his jaw shut and blushed. He was staring openmouthed like an idiot. And he had been doing SO well in the being-not-obvious department!
Ever since the mission to save Kanan, Ezra had tried to focus more on his master. One, Kanan deserved the attention after what he had been through. Two, Sabine has made it pretty clear that she liked him as a friend, nothing more. But it was so. Kriffing. Hard. Especially when she looked so great.
He vaguely heard Sabine asking the crew something, and them answering.
Sabine turned to him. Karabast. Hopefully she hasn't noticed his stare.
"What do you think, kid?"
Oh good. It didn't seem like she's noticed. He grinned happily.
"You chose blue!"
Ezra could have sworn Sabine whispered something, but he couldn't catch it.
"Yeah, I'm really happy with it. The base color was actually random, but the turquoise tips were planned."
Ezr dephlated. He had been hoping she had done that because of his suggestion. Stupid.
Sabine seemed to have noticed the look on his face, because she quickly said, "I really love the blue, Ezra."
His heart lept. Then he refocused. Sabine. Wasn't. Interested. In. Him. Drill that into your head, Loth Rat. He's learned quickly that NO ONE womanized the well, . . . woman on the Ghost. Unless they wanted a black eye. Or two. Or three. Ezra knew that shouldn't be possible for a huminoid, but Sabine and Hera would MAKE it possible. And everyone else on the Ghost would gladly help. Hera and Sabine were Specters, girls or no.
Sabine have him a curious look. "Something wrong, Ezra?"
" Uh, no! " Ezra quickly said.
Sabine's look doubled in intesity. "What's up, kid?"
Zeb grinned. "Yeah, what's up, kid?"
Ezra scrunched down lower behind the sabac board.
Sabine carefully kept her voice at an even level. "Ezra Bridger, what is going on? Oh, just come on."
She walked over and pulled him from his seat, keeping a firm grip on his arm, and pulled him down the Ghost corridors.
Ezra gulpped. No, Sabine, you don't want to know. Don't ask. Please.
Sabine pulled Ezra out through the Ghost's hatch and pulled him into a sitting position, so they were surrounded by Lothal's long grasses. "Now, I don't know what's going on with you, but spill."
Ezra opened his mouth, then closed it. He shifted uncomfortably. He's gotten used to lying as a street urchin, but this was different. This was Sabine.
Suddenly, there was a crash from the ship that sounded like it had come from the 'fresher.
Hera's deliberate footsteps marched past the hatch.
"We'd better go see what's going on!" Ezra quickly ran back into the ship. Man, that was close! Even better, it was a realistic excuse! He headed for the ship's refresher to see what was going on.
He walked into the tiny room. And backed right back out. The room STANK. Lasat stink, times 20. Figured. The 'fresher was connected to Ezra and Zeb's room by an air vent, so any time something happened in there, Ezra was the first to know. Plus, the walls were covered in Sabine's paints, though it was tough to tell, because whatever was causing the stench was floating in greyish-green clouds all over the room
Hera stood in the middle of the room, berating Chopper. He had a couple of Sabine's paints in his claws.
Sabine walked up behind him. Karabast.
"So that's why you were so disappointed about me needing the 'fresher, Chop. Droid segregation? Really? Kriff, I'm just glad MY room's on the other end of the ship." She wrinkled her nose from the smell. " But Hera, I need to get at this stuff; once it dries, it's permanent. "
Hera calmed down. "Your pranks with Ezra and Zeb are getting out hand! This effects. . . the entire . . .crew . . . Oh, what am I doing? Chopper, you're a member of the crew, so I'll treat you as such, by not yelling at you. I do expect more of you. I need you to stop this, and help Sabine clean up this mess on MY ship. Now, please. " And she marched out.
Ezra gratefully slinked out, while Sabine left to go get some cleaning supplies.
He sighed. His feelings for Sabine were way too complicated. Ezra headed out into th e plains of Lothal. He's done a lot of deep thinking here. When his parents were taken away, when he's tried to decide on joining the crew, when Kanen was taken. On restless nights, sore from training.
Ezra sighed again. Sabine was a lot of things. His older sister figure. A worthy opponent when they trained. A fellow Specter. His (dare he say it?) best friend. She was fiery, smart and beautiful. But his girlfriend? There were a whole lot of things in the way. Namely, she was older than him, he was a Jedi\Padawan and they both lived dangerous lives. Also there was the fact that if he told her any of this, she would totally punch him.
Oh, well. He could just wait and see. After all, the Rebellion stood for one thing. Hope.
Lothcats, with their big ears, can hear almost anything. So it is quite possible that one that was slipping past the Ghost heard a quite "I choose you."
