Sometime during Season 3...

The Ghost was hurtling through hyperspace towards its next mission, Hera and Chopper running diagnostics in the cockpit, Kanan meditating (with Ezra presumably doing the same), Zeb playing Holo-Sabacc against the ship's computer, and Sabine doing ordnance inventory on her datapad. She had checked and re-checked the ship's armament before they left Atollon, but felt the need to look over the list again to make sure they had everything they'd need to blow an Imperial supply convoy into nothing but slag.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a voice from the other side.

"Sabine? You in there?"

It was Ezra. The Mandalorian put down her datapad and walked over to the door, opening it to see her Jedi friend looking a little nervous.

"I thought you and Kanan were meditating."

"We were, but then we stopped."

"I see."

Ezra fake-coughed and rubbed his neck. "So... can I borrow some paint?"

Sabine's eyes widened. How dare he have the audacity to ask for her paint? The sheer nerve!!

"If you're using it to prank Zeb, I want in."

"I'm not. I'm... I'm trying to learn to paint."

Must be another one of his attempts to try and impress me. Well, I can't say he's failing.

The young woman leaned against her doorframe and gave Ezra a quizzical look. "Well, tell me what you need." He rattled off a prepared list of various paint hues and materials that he would need. Sabine whistled in astonishment. "My my my. Planning to paint the entire Senate building are we?"

She went to her supply cabinet and filled a box with everything he asked for, dropping it into his arms with a loud grunt. "There ya go. Let me know if you need anything else."

Ezra smiled and winked. "Thanks, Sabine. You'll be the first one to see it when it's done. I promise."

He turned and walked across the hall to his cabin, Sabine watching him the whole way.

Over the next several months, Ezra spent 80 percent of his free time sealed off in his room, putting an ever-expanding amount of finishing touches on his masterpiece. Sabine became so curious that she tried several times to go in and see what he was doing, but he managed to change the door code so nobody else could get in. After the Phoenix cell escaped Atollon, the painting remained unfinished for a few weeks.

When Ezra started meditating and seeing visions of the future, he realized that his upcoming fate would get in the way. He was trying to say something with this art and had to get it done fast. He spent every possible minute working, only stopping when he was certain it was complete. The mission to Lothal prevented him from showing it to Sabine like he promised.

Two weeks later...

Sabine walked into Ezra and Zeb's room, teary-eyed and tired. Lothal had been liberated, but at the cost of Kanan's life. Ezra had disappeared, pulled into the far-reaches of Force-Knows-Where by a pod of purrgill. Needless to say, the loss of two close friends had taken a toll on the young woman. She and the other rebels had taken a well-deserved day off after enduring a sea of thanks from Lothal's people, and now she was here.

On the ship that had been her home.

In the room that, a few weeks ago, had been occupied by a former street urchin who had managed to worm his way into Sabine's stone-solid Mandalorian heart. She loved him.

And now he would probably never know.

She walked over to the bunks and angrily kicked the cabinets underneath them, one drawer popping open with a quiet hiss. Sabine saw the slightest hint of bright color inside, and was immediately tempted to see what it was.

Don't look in there, you dolt. You're invading Ezra's privacy.

Despite telling herself otherwise, she was quickly pulling the drawer open and staring at... a painting.

Sabine instantly remembered when Ezra had borrowed some of her stuff. She never found out what he was working on... until now.

It was a large canvas, adorned with an image of the Ghost flying in front of a Lothal sunset. In the foreground was a shadowy silhouette of a female figure standing triumphantly over a pile of unconscious Stormtroopers. Sabine's mouth twitched into the vague image of a smile.

The silhouette was her.

The Mandalorian's eye was then drawn to something else. In the bottom left corner of the canvas was a sentence written in Aurubesh lettering.

"To the girl who painted my heart."

Sabine had to wipe the tears from her bloodshot eyes. He had been doing this for her.

"Ezra... you little bastard."

Five Years Later...

"Sabine, where did you find this?", Ezra's voice echoed.

She poked her head out of the shower and saw him holding up the canvas with his painting. "I...uh... I went into your old room on the Ghost right after you disappeared. I kinda stumbled upon it."

Ezra clicked his tongue and admired his own work. "Shame on you, Miss Wren. You of all people should know that a work of art is only meant to be presented in a formal setting", he teased as he walked to the tower's living room.

Sabine chuckled as she went back to washing herself. "Don't patronize me, Bridger", she whispered.

After weeks of searching, she and Ahsoka had found Ezra living in hiding on some random jungle world in Wild Space. They brought him back to Lothal and everyone headed straight to the showers, trying to rid themselves of the jungle stench. Ahsoka had gotten cleaned and left the planet, leaving Ezra and Sabine behind to do some much-needed catching up.

Once she was done showering, Sabine stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel, putting on some casual clothes in the bedroom. She came out to find that Ezra had already jumped in the shower after her. The painting was leaning against the wall, so she picked it up and returned it to the hanger she had put it on four years prior.

The Mandalorian has contracted Lothal's finest engineers to remodel the tower for Ezra. He deserved nothing but the best accommodations for being the planet's hero. Living here for so long, spending hours upon hours staring at his painting, only assured Sabine that she did indeed love Ezra, and wanted to share this new home with him.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Ezra walked in, hair still damp from the shower. "Hey."

"Hey", she replied.

Ezra sat down on the sofa with Sabine, considerable distance between them.

That just wouldn't do.

Sabine scooted over until she was right next to her friend. "I'm not laughing."

"W-what?"

"You must've been playing some cruel joke on me. Making me fall for you and then disappearing before I could tell you. I'm not laughing."

"S-Sabine..." Ezra was speechless. He had known Sabine for close to ten years, two of those hopelessly flirting with her. All of his advances had been met with pure rejection.

And she just said she had fallen for him.

"Five years... I almost gave up." She clasped his hand and laced her fingers with his. "But sitting here... staring at the painting you made for me... it gave me hope. Day after day."

Ezra held her hand tightly. "You know why I made it for you?"

"Why?", she whispered as their faces got ever closer.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Sabine Wren."

Her eyes widened.

"E-Ezra... I... no you don't."

"Yes I do. I always have", he murmured as he stroked her blushing cheek with his thumb, "Look me in the eyes and call me a liar."

She couldn't. His cobalt blue irises were full of love. They peered right into her soul and assured her that he was telling the truth.

"Ezra... I... I love you, too."

He smiled and closed the gap between them, planting his lips on hers. Five years of separation were immediately erased from their minds as long-hidden feelings came to the surface. Sabine never wanted to break away.

Unfortunately, human anatomy requires a little thing called oxygen. The former rebels had to break the kiss to breathe eventually, both of them blushing redder than Mustafar's lava. Ezra was smiling from ear-to-ear. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."

"I think I have some idea", Sabine cooed as she caressed his jaw, "And you've got five years to make up for."

Ezra chuckled. "Miss Wren, you spoil me."

*insert view over the back of the sofa as they kiss again and then roll credits*