Sabezra Fics

Journal Swap (Part 1)

Yes, you lot. It's me again. And I updated within a week! Yay me! So this one is an idea I've had for aaaages. It involves two, canon and published books by Sabine and Ezra, and you may or may not have heard of them: Ezra's Rebel Journal and Sabine: My Rebel Sketchbook. And okay, they may be aimed for kids but holy smokes they are pretttttyy informative. And they are so so cute because Ezra and Sabine mention each other, duh. And feels! So I had to do them reacting to each other's writing. Now I'm not going to give away too many spoilers because of reasons you all know (NOT EVERYONE LIKES A SPOILER, KAYARDIA) but if you haven't read it it's a MUST!!! Do it! And then oogle over this chapter over how right I am. 
So anyway. I think I should add a disclaimer, just in case Filoni decides to track me down and sue me (Please, sir! I love your work, don't do this to me!)
So here you go.
DISCLAIMER! DISCLAIMER!
I do not own Star Wars Rebels or the characters in these books I am mentioning. I am simply a die-hard fan who desperately wants to make this ship happen and who will write voluminous imaginary letters in her head to the makers of Rebels - seriously I love you guys. You go, glen coco.
Anyway. Enjoy, rate and reviiiiieeeewww!
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Set after Idiots Array.

Ezra was in Sabine's room. And not in the way you think, you perverts!
No, he was doing what he was best at - sneaking around, being a thief and trying not to fall over. His mission? Well, that was a little more complicated. He needed to get back at Sabine for the whole Lando thing (tiny personal vendetta that had nothing really to do with her, just Lando. Grr.)
and also for a little incredibly explosive prank. Even Zeb's beard was singed with what Sabine affectionately called her 'mini spitfire' - like miniature, non-damaging fireworks that she had invented herself, and Ezra admired that. He did. But not when she put it in his hair!!! He did not need a haircut like she suggested, thank you very much. And it didn't cut his hair, just made it all smoky. It tickled way too much. Though he couldn't blame her, really. But how was he to know that stink bomb would get into her room because it was so big?
And so he had decided to take the risk and venture where no boy - or Lasat, or droid, or anyone male - had gone before. His palms were only slightly sweating, and he knew there would be hell to pay if he got caught. One did not simply walk right in to Sabine's room. One also did not simply steal explosives from said room. That much was made clear to him from he beginning. But, he thought to himself as he shut the vent, he was never a great learner of rules anyway. He just wanted revenge. And the fire crackles. But mostly REVENGE. Oh, and that sweet, sweet day-glo slime that he'd always wanted to put in a trooper helmet. He knew revenge wasn't the Jedi way. But it was the prankster way! He gave a wicked grin as he rolled his neck, cracking his knuckles (and slightly injuring himself in the process.)
He jumped, narrowly avoiding the booby trap Sabine had set for him. If he got caught, he could always blame his teenage impulses!
He reached towards the safe, took a breath, and almost made it - when he, once again, tripped over a canister. Wonderful. Typical Ezra, he thought to himself, cursing in various languages. He was so close! Now he was going to get out of there and pronto! Crawling off the floor, he was just about to make his dashing escape when he spotted a dusty yet colourful book under the bed. It didn't look like much at first, but something told him told him to take a look. Deciding to trust in the Force, he pocketed - borrowed, he told himself sternly - the book for a little bedtime reading. Maybe this would have some pranks he could use! Or something. He raced back through the vent, almost giggling to himself. Maybe he didn't get what he'd come for. But he knew this was worth reading. Hey, it was training! Of a sort.

Later that evening....

Zeb was snoring. You could hear it through the walls. Which was actually good for once, because it gave Ezra a chance to get inside that book he found! Excitedly, he dusted off the front cover to reveal: Sabine's Sketchbook?
Huh. He decided to take a peek inside.
He opened the front cover and..... Wheew. All clear. No booby trap, the only warnings were, 'KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF, ZEB!'
And 'DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, CHOPPER.'
The mischievous padawan grinned. Didn't say nothin' 'bout a certain street rat.
So he started reading, and was struck by how beautiful and meaningful even simple doodles were. Zeb, Kanan, Hera, even Chopper! She wrote from her heart, he could tell, and she was actually very funny with those sarcastic murals and witty captions of hers. Then, with a jolt of shock and delight, he found actual pages dedicated to him!
She had, he noticed with satisfaction, etched his name literally everywhere. And her drawings of him were hilarious, and surprisingly..... um, sweet? His stomach felt weird all of a sudden, as well as him feeling smug. And she'd written in bold, 'I like his spirit.'
That actually made his chest inflate like a puffer pig. She'd sketched him yelling, waving Kanan's lightsaber around, looking sheepish. Heck, she'd even drawn him winking! Oh, she'd got him pegged.
'Ezra acts innocent, but I know better. He's a prankster. Poor Zeb!'
She may have brushed off him 'attention' towards her at the beginning, but, he figured with just a slight prickle of annoyance, this was a while back. Things were a lot different, and better now. Even if she didn't admit it, she'd definitely warmed to him. Although he didn't know it, the signs were everywhere. And he wasn't 'like, fourteen' anymore! So yeah. She'd better watch out.

He felt light-headed, kind of dizzy with this new emotion. He liked her spirit - though he'd never put it like that aloud!!!!! His flirting (terrible, terrible flirting, though he'd never admit it) and joking around was all a part of his personality, and over time a friendship had formed. Sure, she'd initially been 'disgusted' by Ezra's flirtatious mannerisms, and he got frustrated by her overt seriousness. But, he'd learned that she actually had a pretty funny side two, with the best sarcastic one-liners and pointed remarks he'd heard in a while. And she'd learned that even he had a serious side.

He had gone through the whole book, and noticed the last thing she wrote was about him of all things.

"I've got my family right here on the Ghost. I know in time Ezra will realise that too."

That almost brought tears to his eyes. She took the time to restore the holo disk of his parents - the only one on the Ghost to give him a 'birthday present' that day. Maybe she did care about him a whole lot more than she let on. That was her personality. Gruff and sarcastic, just like Zeb and the anooba she mentioned, but warm, caring and free on the inside. The phoenix.

She'd built up a wall around what still was a loving, gentle and good heart. He supposed, in a way, they all had. They'd all been through so much, and now he knew. He had a sudden feeling of extreme guilt, but then passed it off.Hey, he thought as images of Sabine swirled around in his head, what are the odds that she finds something about ME?!

Oh, Ezra. You have no idea what I have in store for you.

Cue Star Wars Rebels ending theme tune. Daaa da dada da daaaaaa!

What did you think, guys! Part 2 is coming verrry soon! So don't forget to rate, review and tell me what you think - as quoted by Sabine, I NEEEED to know!