Sabezra Fics

Journal Swap (Part 2)

Greetings, Earthlings. I have arrived to update this thing you call a chapter...
What's up people! Sorry it's taken so long - been busy with tests, piano and of course catching up of Star Wars Rebels Season 2!!! It's so so so good guys, there's even cute sabezra moments in the first episodes!!! I have the latest chapter ready - this time in Sabine's perspective. Tell meh what you think!!! Heeere we go....

Sabine, once again, was banging on the door for Ezra to get out. That boy took ages to get off the freaking toilet, she thought grumpily. She stomped through the main living room and plopped into Ezra's favourite  hiding spot, way back when they first met and Zeb put him in there to shut him up. Man it was stuffy in there. She didn't know how the sneaky, scrawny loth-rat did it. She was just about to get out and put him in a headlock when her foot dislodged something - a dusty old book, worn leather coating the front and back and, astonishingly, a picture of her, Zeb and Ezra on the cover.  Scrawled on in thick red marker were the words 'Rebels Journal.'
Her eyes widened. This must be Ezra's! She realised she was holding a piece of his past in her hands, but something told her to take a look. Knowing she couldn't stay in 'Ezra's Mini Jail' forever, she got out with a cough and got to her cabin for a read. Almost immediately she laughed, for it said, 'Warning: read one word and I slingshot you into hyperspace!'
Oh, so they did have
something in common.
This was definitely before he got his lightsaber.
She turned over the page and found 'Day 1' written at the top, alongside some minor logs from before.
This must have been the day he moved into that Comm Tower. What had he been through? she wondered. He was a witty kid, she'd give him that - "I, Ezra Bridger, being of stout heart and keen mind,"
As she went through, she laughed and puzzled over the things that were written there. He was so ridiculously cocky - not arrogant, but it were almost as if he were doing it either to make fun of himself or just to try to show off to people who might read this, including herself. That was actually one of the things she liked about him - his boasts were never sincere - they were just as ridiculous as he made them sound. All his jokes were, even the really stupid ones. He wasn't an old smoothie. He made little fails in attempts to be smooth. And actually? That was darn funny and also kind of cute. He had flaws, and you could see that. But he did his best to hide them with his idiotic jokes.
She snickered. "Fort Ezra. Pfft."
The thing was, alongside the jokes, he wrote some stuff which made him seems like a person who had a lot of deep appreciation for things. One thing she liked was when he said, "I like to sit up top and look out in every direction. Especially when the moons are out."
It was funny, she used to do the same thing back on Mandalore. It made her wonder about that tranquil, soulful side of him, as well as the mischief. The side that was stronger than even Kanan when he used the Force. The Jedi side.
But he also had a lot of pain.
One thing she quickly got was how untrusting and suspicious of everyone he was. She couldn't blame him. Another especially saddening thing was how truly alone he was. It must have been torture, stuck inside that tower, the only safe place he really knew. He had some good days, fun days and good days. He had some pretty awful ones too.
She also marvelled at just how good his art was. She told herself to never underestimate him again. His sketches were beautiful, detailed and he had an incredible style. She kicked herself for what she said yesterday when Lando came.
Then she stiffened. Ezra had sketched a picture of a red-haired girl in a sailor style suit. 'Moreena.'
Who was she? A girlfriend or... No. They were friends before she had to leave him to go to Alderaan. Huh. Oh, who cared? Why was she bothered? This was in the past. Moving on. As she turned the pages, she delved deeper into his past. He teamed up with Bossk?!?
She never knew Bossk called him 'shorty'.
It was heartbreaking when
everyone he knew left him.
Bossk left. Ferpil died in his arms. Moreena, whoever she was, escaped to Alderaan. That poor, poor kid. They'd all been through so much, but his story touched her in places she thought would never warm again.
Then she turned the pages where he met them that day, and his life changed forever.
She laughed out loud, literally, as she saw how he described and drew Zeb, 'The Big Stink,' Kanan as 'Mr Tough Guy,' and he twisted 'Garazeb Orrelios' into 'Gasbag Old Loser.'
It was a good job they were friends now, because if Zeb found this he would murder the kid. He really was an annoying little street rat at this point, and she remembered that day all too well. She recalled her first words to him, commenting on his 'gutsy moves'.
She most definitely remembered the little flirt's face the moment to whipped her helmet off and started shooting. That boy never wasted an opportunity, she thought, grinning slightly as she turned the pages. She liked how he'd gotten a great picture of her explosion  - although he really was so cocky in thinking they'd be toasts if he didn't help them out. Ha!
Alright, maybe his jokes and flirts emerge kind of.... Cute?
So she'd get him on the next mission by teasing him back, thoroughly. Whatever the case, he was the most ridiculous, annoying, sarcastic, insufferable, and unique person she'd ever met.
But she knew he had a big heart and a lot of strength, as well as kindness. People took pain in different ways. Some, like her and Zeb, toughened up, becoming more sarcastic and more protective. Others, like Ezra a even Kanan (pre-teacher mode) resorted to jokes, wishing off and being a general smart-ass. However, Ezra unlike Kanan was so adorably clumsy, his finest moment (and most life threatening) was when he fell off the Ghost, slid down the nose gun with his face squished against the glass, and still managed to give her a grin before screaming as he fell through the sky.
Although he didn't know it, that boy was a born survivor. Somehow he pulled through whatever
struggle they went through.
One thing was sure: his 
sketches of Zeb rocked.
When Sabine turned to the next page, she saw herself and got a warm bubble of feelings in her stomach when she saw it and read through. "Seems pretty alright I guess," was the nearest he would get to a, "She's totally amazing," at this point.
He should haves shown her his drawings, she thought, and a secret smile formed on her face as she saw how he'd gotten hold of one of her drawings (he was such a little thief) and how he wanted to show her something 'not weird.'
She sensed he didn't put too many details in, but you could just tell what he was thinking. Things he wrote were both hilarious and silly - "Liberation of Lothal,"
"The Rise Of Ezra."
She loved it when he recorded the events of the Kessel run and drew the Wookiees. He said, about her, "She doesn't just create EPIC, DEVASTATING explosions, she makes them look pretty too!"
Most amazingly was his drawing of Obi-Wan Kenobi. It was intense - sketchy yet detailed, beautifully shaded do you didn't even need any other colour to see what he saw. Every hair stood out, every line and every crease in his cloak. Sabine was blown away. The kid was incredible.
She made a silent, solemn promise to never judge him on art again - he kept it to himself, but he didn't have to know art to be an artist.
She beamed at the 'selfie' at the end, when he said, "I hope you learned something. Then make a fortune selling this. Oh yeah, and trust in the Force."
She smiled. She had learned something, more about him.
Sabine placed the book in her drawer and rolled over on the bed. Switching the music on on her helmet, she listened as she thought of Ezra, and all the things she'd read.
Maybe that loth-rat wasn't so bad after all.
Whew, that was long!!!
We did it, we did it, oh yeah yeah yeah!
Memo reference. Anyway. Read, rate, comment and revieeewww! Now I have some Rebels catch up to do. Web warriors awayyyyyy!