(A/N)- HAPPY SABEZRA WEEK PEOPLE!

I am so excited for this, I won't keep you, let's just get right to it.

Disclaimer: Oh boy the things I would do if I owned Star Wars.


Day 1: Swap

I was just an only child of the universe

And then I found you

And then I found you

You are the sun and I am just the planets

Spinning around you

Spinning around you

-"The Last of the Real Ones" by Fall Out Boy

Ezra templed his fingers in front of his mouth, biting his lip behind them, for a long moment.

"Okay," he said, and Force was it weird hearing a familiar female voice instead of his own. "Let's try to stay calm. This is no time to panic."

"This is the perfect time to panic!" Sabine shrilled in his voice. Ezra watched with a kind of surreal fascination as she flailed his arms and limbs, motions perfectly mimicking Sabine's usual body language when she was agitated. "Ezra, we are in each other's bodies!"

"Yeah I know, Sabine, thanks for stating the obvious," Ezra snarked. He tried to cross his arms, then thought better of it when his hands brushed his—Sabine's—chest area, and then he snapped them away as if scalded. "Gnh—How do you deal with these things?!" he cried, keeping his arms firmly away from her body.

The glare she was shooting him was scary-looking on his face. "You better not have touched them!" she growled.

"I'm trying not to!" he snapped. "They keep getting in the way!"

He stopped himself, inhaling slowly to try to regain a measure of calm.

"Okay..." he said again. "Think. It must have happened when we touched that weird glowing crystal on Corvus."

He was speaking of their last mission. The crew had smuggled aid in to an Imperial-controlled world, and also investigated rumors of cursed caverns that people had been disappearing into. Ezra and Sabine had wandered farther in than ordered, draw by some kind of, Ezra could only describe it to Sabine as singing, that led them to a chamber with a sickly green piece of rock propped on a stone pedestal. Sabine had been particularly enchanted by it, her eyes glazing as she'd stopped responding to Ezra, hand reaching out to touch the smooth surface.

He'd tried to stop her. They both wound up touching it.

A static tingle had zapped through them, tossing them both back on the floor. It only knocked them out for a few seconds, enough that he was worried they had concussions, but there were otherwise no ill effects, and even the singing in the Force had stopped.

They returned to the others, boarded the ship, and gone to bed thinking nothing more of it.

Until this morning, anyway.

Sabine saw the obvious flaw in his theory.

"Why didn't it take affect right away?" she asked. "What made it wait until we woke up the next morning?"

"I don't know!" Ezra said, exasperated. "It's the only thing that makes sense! Maybe it had a time delay, or specific spell conditions."

Sabine opened her—his, Force this was going to be confusing—mouth but stopped, and closed it again. She angled to the side, crossing arms without any awkwardness whatsoever—Lucky her, he grumbled—and stared into space as she thought it over.

"No, you're right," she concluded, turning back to face him. "That is the only way I think it could have happened."

Both of them fell silent, feeling the cool air cycling on their shoulders as they stood in Ezra and Zeb's room. His Lasat roommate was fortunately already in the kitchen having breakfast, so their horrifying discovery could go unnoticed. For now.

Ezra was just glad neither of them needed to change clothes. They didn't have sleepwear—couldn't afford it yet—but Sabine hadn't worn her armor pieces to bed so Ezra was hyper aware of every soft round edge and curve she had. Especially since he was in them.

He was honestly a little trepidacious about trying to put her armor back on. A year ago his fourteen-year-old self would have been over the moon with this kind of circumstance but right now he was just mortified of accidentally touching something and ruining the possibility of ever being comfortable and normal around Sabine again.

They'd been making such good progress as friends and now this was going to make things all weird and awkward again and—

Sabine's sigh drew him out of his anxious thoughts.

"I guess we need to find a way to get back to Corvus, then."

Ezra nodded, a bit relieved. "We should tell Kanan and Hera," he said.

Sabine looked up with a flash of panic, face paling.

"No!" she cried.

"Sabine, come on," Ezra groaned. "This has Weird Force Stuff written all over it, we should at least tell Kanan. He's going to know something's up with us," he argued.

Sabine pinned him with a deadly serious look.

"Ezra. I would literally rather die," she said.

He gave a heavy sigh. "All right," he acquiesced. "All right, I'll... think of something. In the meantime I guess we'll just have to..." He grimaced. "...pretend to be each other."

Sabine's expression twisted sourly, not looking forward to the prospect either.

Ezra felt his cheeks flushing slightly and it was suddenly very hard to look at her. "Um..." he started, then coughed awkwardly. "Can... can I get some help... putting on your armor?" he asked timidly. His hands gestured helplessly with stiff open fingers towards her body. "I... I don't really wanna..."

He trailed off.

Sabine was peering at him now with an odd look, some kind of surprise and respect. "Sure," she decided, already moving past him. "It's not hard. I'll get it for you really quick."

Shuddering gratefully, Ezra followed her back into her room, watched as she beelined straight for the trunk that contained her armor.

She slid it out, opening it up and pulling out the armor piece by piece. In the meantime, Ezra cast about for Sabine's boots, finding them on the floor in a corner and quickly pulling them on for her. He stood for her in the center of the room, waiting patiently, fidgeting.

Sabine stood—making Ezra wonder if he'd always looked that small to her, scrawny-looking inside his orange jumpsuit—and faced him.

"Hold out your arms," she instructed.

He did so, keeping very still as she slipped and snapped on the elbow-guards and bracers. She bent down to get the ankle plates and kneepads and Ezra was hyper aware of her presence, her breath, her every slight movement. He fought back a blush as she stood up and moved in closer, to strap on the pauldrons. Their faces were very, very close and the tight anxiety in her expression—a soft almost-embarrased look, as if she was worried about touching him inappropriately too—had him hoping, praying, that his body wouldn't... react to hers and embarrass her further.

Sabine stepped away quickly, and Ezra caught a flash of red in his own cheeks. He watched her fumble with the belt and then Sabine froze as if realizing she'd have to reach around him to put it on.

He reached out. "Here let me get that," he offered.

She was relieved to hand it to him. Their hands met, clasped together around the straps.

For a long moment they paused, Sabine looking gratefully up at him while wearing his face, him giving a small nod of reassurance. Understanding passed between them. As awkward as this was, they wouldn't make any moves the other wasn't okay with.

It was... a comforting realization.

A gruff throat cleared behind them.

Snapping out of their trance, the two teens moved swiftly apart, Ezra taking the belt as they broke. Both of them looked towards the door, grimacing.

Zeb had his hands on the doorframes casually, leaning on one foot. "'m'I interrupting anything?" he asked, in a slight tease.

Sabine cleared her throat loudly, looking towards the wall. "Not at all, I was just helping Ez—helping Sabine uh... helping her with her armor," she stammered.

The Lasat grinned wider. "Is that what we're calling it these says?"

"Leave, Zeb," Ezra growled, and it sounded convincingly like Sabine's own irritated tone. "Get out."

Zeb chuckled as he left the doorway.

Both teens breathed in relief when he was gone. Ezra shook out Sabine's belt, resigned but reluctant.

This was going to be tricky.

-SWR-

There was no way she could keep this up.

Ezra was lucky; he could just hide in her room and pretend to be painting. But her? After an hour of meditation with Kanan—which she failed at, utterly, because everything was just so loud and weird in her head and she couldn't focus—there had immediately been chores from Hera and then blaster practice with Rex—who was very happy with her apparent progress and improvement, making Sabine mentally cringe and realize she hadn't tried to tramp down her natural skill at all—and then immediately following that was Jedi training with Kanan. And in-between all of that she had gotten to the point where she just couldn't stand how Ezra's body smelled any longer and had to suffer the mortifying ordeal of figuring out how to take a shower.

Eventually she settled on stripping off just the outer layers but leaving the underwear, and letting that drip dry because there was no way she was going to be able to handle seeing Ezra naked.

Of course now it was riding up and uncomfortable and that along with the head thing was making her distracted too. She flailed with Ezra's lightsaber as if she'd never held a blade before in her life, the hilt unexpectedly heavy, the kyber crystal a surly presence in her mind resisting her, knowing her for the imposter she was.

Kanan couldn't help but notice.

"All right, what's up?" he asked, deactivating his own blade. "You've been out of it all day. Your focus is all over the place and your presence in the Force is—" Kanan cut himself off, looking her over with squinted eyes, and Sabine grimaced and tried to make herself as small as possible, physically and mentally. Kanan waved a frustrated hand. "Well it's weird enough to make me concerned."

Sabine hissed through her teeth, sighing. "Sorry it's just... really hard to concentrate today," she apologized. She thumbed over her shoulder. "Can I go talk to Ez—" She caught herself again. "—Sabine for a minute?" she asked.

Kanan's worried look didn't abate, but he also didn't protest, so Sabine deactivated Ezra's saber and fumbled a few moments trying to clip it back on, eyes on the ground. She could feel something warm seeming to poke and nudge at her head, and physically startled from the contact, staring wide-eyed at Kanan.

That only made the concern she could sense off him grow.

"Ezra..." he called softly. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

The words held an overwhelming feeling of safety, something she could almost feel wrapping around her head.

Sabine's resistance broke.

She exhaled.

"Okay so first off... I'm not Ezra," Sabine told him.

Kanan blinked at that, blankly.

"I'm Sabine. We touched a weird glowing crystal—well, I touched the crystal and Ezra tried to stop me—back on Corvus and when we woke up, we had swapped bodies."

A beat.

Kanan almost busted a gut laughing.

-SWR-

Turned out Ezra was right, Kanan was a lot of help getting them back to Corvus, somehow managing to convince Hera to let him take them out in the Phantom. (For "a bit of bonding time" he'd told her, apparently, to both their embarrassment.)

He came in handy when they had to fight their way past the Imperial garrison, too. The Magistrate emptied out her forces—apparently the weird crystal belonged to her and she'd been expecting them to return, to reverse the effects—and for a good long while they were hard-pressed back, stuck a few tunnels shy of where they needed to be.

Sabine didn't fare much better despite having her normal weapons this time. Kanan and Ezra kept having to cover for her and her shots were sloppy, nothing like what she'd demonstrated to Rex earlier.

Finally, frustrated, Ezra grabbed her wrist, yanking her behind a large stalagmite.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "You're going to get me killed!" he complained.

Sabine shuddered, twinging with agitation. "How can you stand it?" she cried. "I feel like there are constant alarms in my head, and it's so noisy and—"

He put hands on her shoulders. "Calm down," he told her.

She forced herself to take a breath, focusing in on him. It was still bizarre to look into her own face and somehow see Ezra through it, see him and his mannerisms through her features. She blinked and realized that while she was caught up in studying him, the noise in her head had dimmed.

Ezra waited a couple more seconds.

"Okay," he said, "the alarm bells you're hearing are the Force warning you of incoming shots. Don't fight it, move with it. Let it just kind of... carry you along. You kind of have to give up a little bit of control in order to meld with it." He thought for a moment, then added, "Also it helps if you're focused. Clear your mind, concentrate on one target at a time."

Just like blaster practice with Rex. Okay. She could do that.

They moved from cover, resuming the attack on the Magistrate's forces. It was an odd feeling but... his advice helped. She let the Force move through Ezra's body, let it direct him for her, and marveled at how seamless it seemed when she wasn't freaking out about it.

-SWR-

They gained the cavern with the crystal soon after.

"That won't hold them forever," Kanan said, speaking of the grenade that had collapsed the passage behind them. "I'd hurry up and get to it."

Both of them took a deep breath, turning as one to face the crystal, which was no longer glowing, dull and lifeless on its perch.

Really hope this works, Ezra thought, as he glanced towards Sabine.

She met his eyes and nodded.

As one, they put their hands on the surface.

The crystal flared to life, blazing bright green, and a familiar static prickle went straight up his back, through his jaw, into his head, knocking him senseless.

He was pulling himself off the floor a moment later, groaning.

"Did it work?" Kanan asked, hovering anxiously over them both.

"There was a delay last time..." Sabine told him, moving gingerly as she got up.

Ezra followed her. "That thing's singing again though," he said, nodding towards the luminescent crystal. "I think that's a good sign."

Kanan settled back onto his feet. "I guess we'll see."

-SWR-

They were bruised and exhausted when they returned back to the fleet and the Ghost, and Ezra and Sabine went straight to bed without talking to anyone.

Ezra cracked open an eye the next morning, nervous, anxiously praying it had worked.

...There weren't any paintings on the ceiling, at least.

He checked down himself and sagged in relief as he recognized his normal orange jumpsuit. He touched himself all over, hair, face, legs... yep, he was all there.

Tingling, he hopped down from his bunk and quickly crossed the hallway.

She was already awake when he opened the door, peering down at a painted canvas in fascination.

Self-conscious, Ezra stopped just inside her doorway, rubbing his head.

"Well I guess it worked," he quipped, trying for a joke.

Sabine angled the canvas towards him. "Did you make this?" she asked.

Ezra ducked his eyes. "It's probably not as good as anything you could paint..." he mumbled. "But it kept me busy. Hera had me working on the engines all afternoon." His head jerked up with a slightly panicked look and he raised his hands placatingly. "And that's all I did yesterday I swear!"

Sabine was busy studying the painting again. Her amber eyes were shimmering, mouth twitching with soft delight.

"I'm keeping this," she decided. "This is nice." She looked up, eyes warm. "Thank you," she said quietly. "You know... I never realized how much pressure and expectation you had to deal with."

Ezra smiled. "Sorry you had to deal with my brutal schedule."

Sabine chuckled at something to herself. "Sorry Rex is going to look at you funny the next time you practice with him," she apologized back.

Their gaze held for a long moment. Ezra's heart thumped, but he knew this silence was special, a moment of understanding and kinship, and that he shouldn't ruin it.

"Ezra 'helping you with your armor' again?" asked a very amused Zeb.

Ezra stepped to the side, dodging as Sabine flung her helmet at the Lasat.

"Would you go away?!" she complained. "What Ezra and I do in my room is none of your business!"

Zeb laughed all the way to the common room, fleeing her embarrassed wrath.


(A/N)- Zeb: Moment Killer Supreme lol.

Looking forward to sharing my work with y'all, please do also check out my Tumblr, I'll have artwork/graphics for Sabezra Week up there too (and some of them will even match the fics!). Leave a comment if you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.