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chapter summary: sabine heads back to the comm tower to get away from it all and think, by herself, but someone follows her home. chapter word count: 1.6K a/n: looks like this is my last chapter. it's been so much fun to share this with you, vods! i'll still probably be posting oneshots on saturdays and i've got a couple things planned for sabezra life day week, so stay tuned! taglist:@laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

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Chapter 6: Dralshy'a Tome

No one noticed when Sabine slipped out of the party a few minutes later. She didn't run into anyone as she made her way down the capitol tower. No one asked questions when she hopped a speeder bike parked below and rode off to the comm tower, her thoughts racing with her speeder, going so fast she could hardly keep up with them.

She shuddered as she got off the bike, parked at the base of the comm tower. It wasn't easy to go back to places where you've almost died— though, for Sabine, there were many of those— and she could still feel something dark hanging over the entryway, and quickly went inside.

If Sabine had bothered to turn on the lights when she went inside, she would've noticed how much of a mess she'd left the place in her hurry to bring Ezra home.

She also would've noticed her Loth Cat instead of almost tripping over him.

"Osi'kyr, Murley!" Sabine scolded, "you could give me a warning before scaring me like that!"

But she could tell the little di'kut was only excited to see that she'd returned, so she scooped him up in her arms and brought him with her as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I found Ezra," Sabine told him having spent many years sharing her struggles with the furry friend, "I brought him back home."

Murley looked up at her with his silly little Loth Cat face that she could swear understood her sometimes.

"He never stopped counting on me," Sabine said, "and… and he never stopped loving me."

Murley bumped his head against Sabine's arm.

"I didn't realize I ever started loving him back," Sabine shook her head, "but somehow I did."

Murley jumped out of her arms and crawled across the bed as Sabine flopped back on the bed in frustration. She reached her hand out, and the Loth Cat sniffed at it.

"And then I walked away," Sabine told him, "I realized I liked him, I couldn't take it, and I left— and he doesn't know why."

Murley bumped at her hand.

"Now he thinks I don't like him— now that I do like him," Sabine shook her head, "funny how that works."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. For thirteen years, finding Ezra had been her goal, always on the back of her mind, her late night plots and nothing-else-happening thoughts. Finding him, bringing him home, that had been her plan, her desire, her fantasy— her dream, and now that she'd gotten it, she'd need a new one.

She didn't know when her motivations had shifted from "my best friend is counting on me" to "the man I love is counting on me," but she knew it must've come gradually, fading in slowly, so slowly she didn't realize it'd come— until he'd leaned closer to her and spoken in hushed tones and she discovered it was what she'd wanted for a very long time.

"Congrats," she told herself, absently counting the cracks in the ceiling as she often did when she lay awake in thought, "you got exactly what you wanted. Now what?"

Finding Ezra had seemed such an impossible goal that she'd never considered the possibility that it'd have an aftermath. Where would she go from here? She was a rebel without a war, a Mandalorian without a clan, and nothing to fight for. She was a warrior trapped in a time of peace, and that left only one option. As soon as Ahsoka rendezvoused with them, she'd continue her training as a Jedi, a keeper of the peace. At least it'd give her something to fight for, no matter how bad she was at it.

But for now, that meant waiting— something Sabine had gotten very good at by this point.

And as she lay in the tower, waiting, she heard something outside— the unmistakable engine of a speeder bike heading in her direction, moving fast enough that by the time she'd gotten up and to the balcony to see who it was, they were already in the tower, and coming up towards her.

She took a deep breath and steadied herself, one hand on the lightsaber at her side, the other clutching a blaster. She turned around and walked towards the door, ready to defend herself if this intruder wasn't so friendly.

But instead, as the door opened, she wasn't greeted by one of her dozens of enemies— she instead saw the one person in the galaxy she'd wanted to see most, and she lowered her guard, physically— though not yet emotionally.

"Ezra?" she asked, "what are you doing here?"

"Really?" Ezra crossed his arms, "you've been squatting in my old home for seven years and you're asking me what I'm doing here?"

"Yeah," she said, "don't you have a party to be at?" "Last I checked," Ezra said, his eyes scanning the room for the first time in years, as if scanning for shadows.of a life he'd left behind, "you were on that guest list too."

"Last I checked, I wasn't the guest of honor."

Ezra smiled as Murley ran to him, unprompted.

"Friend of yours?" Ezra asked, picking up the Loth Cat.

"His name's Murley," Sabine said.

"You have a pet Loth Cat?" Ezra laughed.

"And you just walked out of your own party." Sabine deflected.

"You were supposed to be there too," Ezra said, gently petting the Loth Cat that'd immediately taken a shine to him, "why'd you leave?"

"I don't know," Sabine shrugged, "there wasn't really anything there for me."

"Then that's my answer to both your questions," Ezra said, "why I'm not there, why I'm here."

Murley jumped out of his arms and skittered across the floor.

"There was nothing for you at your own party?" Sabine asked.

"Not when I left," Ezra said, taking a step closer to her, "I…" he sighed, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Sabine asked, as he took another step towards her.

He shook his head, "I'm trying my best Sabine," and he took another step towards her, "you have no idea how hard it is to spend so long waiting for someone, to find them— for them to find you when you least expect it— how hard it is not to love them." Now he stood right in front of her, his eyes trying desperately to meet hers.

Sabine bit her inner lip. She came here to get away from these stupid emotions, not to talk about them. But then again, she couldn't deny that the chasing her down, the desperation in his voice, the reckless overexplanation— it was very Ezra, and, try as she may, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it.

"We didn't get a chance to really talk about last night," Ezra said, "but I can take a hint. I just want you to know, I'm trying my best to be the friend you want me to be— but it's always been hard not to love you."

Sabine shook her head, wishing she could look away, but knowing she couldn't. "I thought those feelings went away years ago, Ezra."

"That schoolboy crush did," he smiled, "but the more I got to know you, the more I wanted to know you. I can't blame myself for falling for you."

Sabine swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deep breath.

"Neither can I," she said, so quietly she herself almost couldn't hear it, and it still felt too loud.

"What?" Ezra asked, his face bearing the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen.

"You heard me," she mumbled.

"Then maybe my ears deceive me," Ezra said, "because it sounded like you said you… you love me too?"

Sabine nodded, but Ezra shook his head in disbelief.

"You mean as a friend, right?" he asked, "or a brother? That's what…." "No," she interrupted him, laying a hand on his cheek, "I… I love you."

He reached forward and ran his thumb along her cheek as well.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ezra softly asked.

"I've never been in love before," Sabine said, "but I know how much love hurts sometimes. Can you blame me for being scared?"

"Not at all," Ezra shook his head, smiling, "now, can I please stop pretending I'm not in love with you?"

"As long as I can stop pretending too." Sabine shrugged.

Ezra leaned closer to her and whispered, "I love you."

"I…." Sabine stopped, still not able to get the words out, no matter how hard she tried, nodding instead.

"It's alright," he said, and his free hand took hers, "you don't have to be ready to say it back, I just…" his hand shifted so his fingers could interlock with hers, "I've waited eighteen years to say that to you without risking you punching me in the face for it."

"And how do you know I'm not gonna punch you for it now?" Sabine teased.

"Take your best shot," Ezra called her bluff, letting go of her hand, leaning closer to her, so close that there was only one way she could think to respond— by pulling him closer, by the neck and by the collar, so her lips met his.

It was a kiss both natural and unexpected, one that spoke for both chemistry and history, something as soft as a Loth Cat and at the same time as passionate and dangerous as a firework display, though with more sparks flying.

She pulled away from him, and from the look on his face she could tell his heart was skipping as many beats as hers was.

"Woah," Ezra whispered, "Sabine, I…."

"Don't you dare say something stupid and ruin the moment, Bridger," Sabine said.

"I don't even think I could say something that stupid," Ezra shook his head, "I'm gonna remember this moment for the rest of my life."

"Me too," Sabine whispered, and she brought her lips back into his, to make this perfect moment even more memorable.

———

Years later, even after a million more precious moments together— their shared joy when they'd tell the crew about their blossoming new relationship, the precious moment when Sabine would first say "I love you," and not long after when they'd start a new chapter with an engagement followed by a wedding, even long after they'd begun the rest of their lives together— they still never would forget that moment together, and every moment leading up to it, the moments that made up the most beautiful love story either of them would ever know.

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