Sabezra Fics

Engine Room Explosion

Hope you guys like this one! Comment and review as always, I'm so grateful for them! I got the inspiration from my latest art piece which is right here and on tumblr.

Sabine was just starting on her new canvas when she heard a huge BOOM come from the engine room and saw a smoking, giggling Chopper wheeling out of there. Then she heard a voice cursing and yelling insults and she knew who it was. She rolled up the canvas and opened the doors of the engine room to reveal a smoking, sooty and oil smudged Ezra. He was stomping around and waving a spanner, welding goggles around his eyes. When he saw her he grinned weakly and rubbed the back of his neck. She resisted the urge to smooth his hair and instead swiped the welding goggles off his face and wrinkled her nose. "You smell even worse than normal, you look like you've had blasting jelly thrown at your face and you're... smoking?"
He struck a pose and said, "Smoking hot?" with a grin.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Was this to do with you and Zeb banging pots and pans, keeping him awake all night yesterday maybe?"
He looked sheepish, and then annoyed. " It might have been... but he deserved it! And he made me blow up the wiring with that electric shock of his! Help me?"
She laughed, and he pouted. She sighed and smacked the back of his head. "Fine. How can I help?"
He grinned and put an arm around her. He was wearing Kanan's green jacket, she noticed. It suited him. But she'd never say that aloud.
"Right this way, Dynamite Girl."
Ezra was still a charbroiled mess, it was true. But there was something so cute about the way his fringe brushed over his bluer than blue eyes as he worked, and how he kept cracking jokes and making smart quips to make her smile. He acted like the charismatic yet clumsy thief he was, and yet Sabine could sense a lot of pain behind that jokey demeanour. She supposed beneath it was a shell of what he was before the empire took everything away from him - from everyone. To lose one's parents? She knew what that felt like.
Ezra stole back the goggles from her as he fixed the wiring in the hull, and he definitely needed a hand. The Ghost was one dang complicated machine, he thought. Sabine's new hair colour was a surprise, too. She'd done it after the escape from the Sith Lord they faced, and she was shot. It was a miracle that her armour saved her, but Ezra guessed she figured that it was time for a big change.
"So maybe you'll colour your hair purple the next time I almost die?" He asked with a half grin, and she smiled.
"Maaaybe. The armour would have to be improved, too. Have any ideas?"
Ezra coughed, "Well I did say I could give you inspiration didn't I?"
Sabine laughed, remembering the day Ezra stole that tie fighter with Zeb, resulting in her colourful rendition of the tie and a mural of them on the wall that resulted in the pair's lasting friendship - and tussles, especially with Chopper. She turned to face him, and pulled the goggles off his face. He looked mischievous, and his eyes twinkled with naughtiness. He reminded her of a loth-cat in so many ways, especially with those scars that were barely visible under all that grease.
"You just can't keep out of trouble can you?" She asked him. He'd grown. A lot taller than before, both internally and externally. But his humour never failed.
Ezra grinned a wide, wide grin. "That's me. Captain Trouble."
"Admiral Mischief" she countered.
"Epic Master of Pranks" he exclaimed. She snorted.
"Chief Immature more like."
"Immature is the new sizzling hot, thank you very much!" He replied back with a huff, while tumbling over a pipe at the same time.
They walked out of the engine room together, resuming their normal banter. Finally, Ezra faced her once again. " Uh... Thanks. You know, for helping me today. I would have been blasted by Hera if I messed it up."
Sabine beamed. "Ha! Ze great prank master owes me!"
Ezra rolled his eyes and said, "Maybe I could help you on another one of your art projects this time."
She raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was kidding or not.
Then she got an idea.
"Noon. Tomorrow. Bring that droid arm. Chopper is going to get a surprise."
Ezra grinned wickedly.
"It's a date," he said, only then realising his mistake as Sabine raised both eyebrows as she walked away.
"No no - not that kind of date! I mean a prank date or a meeting between just us two, alone or -  y'know what? Never mind!!" He exclaimed as he dashed to his bunk.
She laughed at his awkwardness, getting back to her canvas. "Go wash your face! You stink!" She called as she resumed her painting. That boy was something.