For You Alone

Where Joy and Sorrow Meet

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The news that Darth Vader had captured Princess Leia came days later, and it sent the entirety of Rebel Command panicking. But it was just one of several issues for Sabine.

Ezra still hadn't woken up, leading the Mandalorian to decide that the Force was at work here. Something was about to happen, something big.

Secondly, Hera was pregnant. With Kanan's child. That would lead to some serious teasing when Ezra awoke. And when the pain of losing Kanan died down enough for teasing.

Hera being pregnant changed things. For one, she was being forced off the active roster. Mon Mothma had wanted to ban her from all Rebel activities, but Sabine intervened. Sitting around doing nothing would cause nothing but stress for Hera, and that wouldn't be healthy for the child.

Bail Organa agreed, citing that Hera would oversee fighter ops. A safe, ground base activity that she would be a tremendous help with.

The news that Leia had been captured, however, weighed more in the minds of Sabine's Rebel comrades, as they started to scuttle the base. Even if Leia could resist torture, the Sith could take information from minds. Maul had done so to Hera, so it stood to reason that Vader could do it to Leia.

Now here they were, two days into the evacuation, and Sabine still sat in the Ghost, painting. Or at least, trying to. She was far too focused on any sounds coming from Ezra's room to paint.

A scream was heard, and Sabine ran, paint forgotten. She ran into Ezra's room, contacting Hera on her comm. "Ghost, now!"

"Sabine? What-"

"No time. Go!" Sabine knelt beside the floor, where Ezra had fallen whilst flailing about. That was new. Ezra had never, in all his time on the Ghost, fallen out of his bed. Nor did he scream in his sleep. Something was happening.

Another scream sounded, and Sabine sat beside him, moving Ezra's head into her lap. "Ezra, what is it?"

Pain was etched into his features, every breath a scream. Briefly checking him over for injuries, Sabine closed her eyes. Whatever was happening, it was due to the Force. Which meant there was nothing she could do to help her friend.

Hera and Zeb nearly ran in. "What's happening?"

Sabine shrugged as carefully as she could, wincing as Ezra made a pained noise. He was quieting, which was good. "I don't know."

That was the honest truth; the worst part about all this. She had no idea what was happening to Ezra. None. What was worse, she had no idea what this would do to him. Hera had told her that Kanan still had nightmares about the end of the Clone War. Would Ezra be the same way?

She looked at him, surprised to see him in a sleep-like state. Was that good or bad?

Sabine sighed. "I'll comm you if anything changes."

Once they were gone, Sabine gently adjusted Ezra, shifting him closer to her. "It's okay, Ezra. I'm here." She closed her eyes. "I'm here."

Slowly, Ezra opened his eyes. "S'bine?"

Sabine sighed in relief. "Ezra!" Gently, she hugged him. "You're okay!"

Ezra groaned. "What...happened?"

Sabine looked at him. "You don't know?"

Ezra shook his head almost imperceptibly. "No. Just pain. Then it felt like..." he thought for a minute. "Like when I was a kid and my parents would put me to bed. Surrounded in warmth and security."