What's UP, guys! The Star Wars Episode VIII title is here! And, the SWR Midseason trailer is out too - WATCH IT IF YA GET THE CHANCE!!!!!!! Also, you might need to watch the latest episode of rebels, Trials of the Darksaber, if you want to read this, for there will be SPOILERS! Many, many spoilers in 3...2...1 __________________

Aaaand we're back. What's good, folks? Okay, so this is me filling in the gaps between episodes again, as we see Sabine just as she has decided to get her family to join the rebellion by leading them with the legendary Darksaber, which both Kanan and Ezra have just taught her to wield (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) But Sabine's past has caught up to her, and she finally - FINALLY - reveals the truth to Kanan and Ezra, as well as us. Man, that has got to be stressful, and Ezra knows exactly how to de-stress her, by doing what they haven't done since Malachor: mess with Imperials and blow some stuff up. Hope you guys enjoy it, please R&R as always - let's goooooooooo!

Sabine sat on the edge of the Ghost's ramp, trying not to process what had happened that day. But it had happened. She broke down and let everything, everything go. She had sobbed till she couldn't hear herself think. It wasn't often that her guard broke down like that; in fact, it never happened. She pushed everyone away, and it hurt. And now that it was out, it still hurt like hell, viciously tormenting her. The look on Kanan's face when she exploded, disarming him with her raw emotion. The look on Ezra's face when she finally admitted what he had been pressing her about for so long. Her mother. Her father. Her brother. Betraying her and leaving her to rot, as if family didn't matter. It was too much to bear.

Oh gods, Ezra. She didn't mean to lash out at Kanan like that. And to be reminded that Ezra was an orphan... It wasn't their fault. Her demons still plagued her after 4 long years, and it ate at her to know that she could have hurt them. She apologised profusely to Kanan, but Ezra was still busy with... whatever he was doing. He probably thought to left her alone for once. And this time, she wished he hadn't.

She held her head in her hands, and decided she had 5 more minutes of weakness and then would get on with her life. She would paint, and then... Well, she would decide that later. Sabine Wren didn't do crying unless it was in the dead of the night, where no one would see or hear. The night was often a sea of comfort in which she could wash away her nightmares and pain. But her emotions got the best of her, and she was determined it wouldn't happen again.

Then a slight cough and some whistling of a familiar tune woke her out of her stupor. There was Ezra, walking along in that easy-going lope of his towards her. It reminded her of how he seemed to sway with the wind on the fields of Lothal. Their eyes met, and Ezra gave her a soft smile.

"Hey there. You... uhm, okay?" he asked. She folded her arms and nodded. "Fine."

He shook his head. "No you're not. And that's why you're coming with me."

Sabine snorted. "Going where, exactly?" He shrugged. "Offworld. It's time we caused some bucketheads a little more trouble, don't ya think?"

She stared at him. "Are you for real, Bridger? Hera's going to kick both of our butts worse than I kicked yours today."

Ezra grinned and leaned down. "Why don't you ask her, then? Oh, and I kicked your butt first. Rookie." Sabine elbowed him. "Call me rookie one more time, I dare you."

Ezra's gaze turned mischievous. "C'mon. Where's your sense of adventure, 'Bine? Its been a while since we did anything... fun." She snorted. "Right. Fun. No time for fun in a rebellion."

He scoffed. "Oh, come on! Let's face it, you've probably had the roughest day, like, ever.  You need to de-stress. Oh, and Kanan's cool with it. Just so you know."

She considered what he was saying a little less disbelievingly. "Are you sure you're not just lying your butt off to take me out somewhere and disobey orders 'cause you're in this whole rebelling phase again?" Ezra's eyes widened and he raised his hands in a who, me? gesture.

"Ye of little faith. I promise you we got permission from both Hera and Kanan. And Chopper is coming with us. It's all for you - no selfishness included. So whaddaya say? Wanna cause some trouble with me?"

She laughed a little. Okay, maybe she did need some kind of break. From... everything.

"You had this whole thing organised, didn't you?" she asked, while Ezra shrugged sheepishly. "Alright, Bridger. Let's go somewhere."

Ezra pumped his fist in the air and whooped, while Sabine shushed him - "You'll wake up Zeb!" They walked over to the Phantom, where Chopper and Hera were waiting for them. Hera had warmth in her eyes when she said, "All right, I had to tweak a few things to get you two out of here. As far as anyone knows, this is a recon mission as well as getting those DLT-19's out of the system - so I want at least two bags of joguns, waffles, chili dumplings, dried kelp strips for Kanan and yes, Ezra, you can get a Bantha burger. "

The padawan jumped up in the air and hugged the twilek. "You're the best, Hera!"

Hera smiled. "Don't get caught by the Empire. That's all I'm gonna say - this is a one off for you two!" Ezra mock-whispered, "Meh, she'll  cave in next time."

Hera gave Ezra a steely look. "Don't wreck the Phantom, hotshot." While Ezra protested, Sabine smirked. "He won't. I'm flying." Ezra wheeled around.

"Oh no you aren't. You don't even know where we're going!" he retorted.

Sabine raised an eyebrow. "So where are we going, oh Master Tracker?"

Ezra wiggled his brows. "You'll see. Time to fly, boys and girls - uh, should I say, droids and girls. This pilot's got a few tricks up his sleeve."

Sabine rolled her eyes as she entered the Phantom, while Hera watched on amusedly.

Garel, Evening

Garel's city lights twinkled and glowed lilac, while the sea was a wash of black and blue. Since the Ghost crew and Phoenix Squadron had left, the number of Star Destroyers had lessened quite a bit, though Imperial presence was still notable. Sabine looked over to Ezra, who was humming to himself. "By the way, Chopper got your sprays on board - just thought you'd want to know."

Sabine turned to Chopper. "What the - Chopper! You know no one is allowed to touch those!" Chopper warbled his reply, and the Mandalorian wrinkled her brow, and then burst into laughter.

"Ezra, is that what you were getting at this whole time? Seriously?!" Ezra grinned modestly. "What can I say? It's been a while since we defaced some Imperial property. I also brought some explosives - y'know, just in case we need them."

Sabine felt something a lot like joy creep into her heart and swell up inside. Before she realised what she was doing, she ran up to Ezra as they landed and wrapped him in a fierce hug. "Woah there!" he laughed, and something warm and gushing filled his eyes as he embraced her back.

She quickly broke away, slightly embarrassed and said, "I can't believe - I mean - " Ezra stopped her, his mouth twisting into a lopsided grin. "You can thank me later. Chopper, let's roll!"

They jumped out of the Phantom, and put on their helmets, Ezra's the scout trooper helm Sabine painted for him, and Sabine her Mandalorian helmet. They grabbed 3 detonators each, and Sabine got her paint canisters out along with her sprayer. "Oh, it feels GOOD being able to use these babies properly again!" she exclaimed, and Ezra's eyes sparkled. He loved making her feel better; so often she'd comforted him when he was down, so what better to help her than by doing what she loved best - mixing art and explosions.

"Remember the old days when we were tagging and blowing up crates on Lothal?" Ezra asked as they snuck around the backstreets. Sabine gave a breathy laugh. "Those were the days. Small rebellion, huh?"

"It's a big one now," Ezra replied. "But, we can always revert juuust a little bit." With that, he leaped up into the air and onto the roof of a building. "Show off," Sabine said, and climbed up the stalls to join him. They spotted their loot, and got going.

Two heads hung upside down off the roof of a building. Quietly, Sabine crept down and dropped, light as a feather on the ground. Ezra followed, only missing his step slightly and almost doing the splits. Before he could cry out in pain, Sabine pulled him into a side street, trying not to laugh. " I see you've still got your clumsy face on," she teased. "Oh, shuddup," he grumbled good-naturedly, and Sabine got to work.

The quiet sound of paint swishing across the crates of DLT-19 guns alerted three troopers to her whereabouts. When they saw her, one gave an audible gasp, and Ezra swore he could see the wide grin beneath Sabine's helmet. They recognised her, alright - or at least knew of her. 'The Artist'.

"Hey boys. Did ya miss me?" she asked, cockily, in a way that Ezra absolutely loved. The troopers took a step back, and the tallest stated, "Call for back up. One Mando female - it's the Artist!"

Sabine felt her smile grow wider. "Ah, good to know my rep still stands. And you'll be glad to hear I've brought back-up of my own." She pressed a switch and somersaulted out of the way, as the first detonator went off, blasting the crates sky high. Ezra dropped like a stone from the roof and landed splat on one of the troopers, successfully drop kicking him. "Hah! Made it!" He exclaimed triumphantly.

The Mandalorian tilted her head. "A bit sloppy, but that was a first. Now come on!" She grabbed his hand and spun him around as they ran towards the bay parallel to where the Phantom was. The thrill of the chase rushed over them, and Sabine found that she was laughing when the second crate blew up, and Ezra bowled her out of the way. "Oh, oh, we should do that again - over there!" Ezra raised his eyebrows.

"Well you're having a good time now, aren't you?"

She let out a wild laugh. "Are you kidding? This is the best I've felt in ages - oh, don't let it get to your head, blasterbrain." Ezra flashed her his best grin. "You know you love me."

She pressed the button a third time and Ezra swung his arm, using the Force and letting the blaster jelly go flying into the air; landing on an oncoming tie.

It spontaneously combusted in colours of orange, purple and bright pink, flashing across the sky, as if the stars were setting alight. Both of them paused in their run, letting out a sigh of pleasure as they saw just how beautiful Sabine's creation really was. The padawan noticed how the orange reflected off her eyes and danced between them. He was more than glad to see her like this, to be doing something that she really loved. He snapped out of it when Chopper arrived in the Phantom, ready to pick them up and go.

Sabine's eyes twinkled even more as she replied, "Do I know that? Maybe I do." She danced into the Phantom, and Ezra shook his head, gazing up, his heart feeling as though it were going to shoot into the sky amidst the explosion. Chopper's grumpy beeps urged him up, and they were soon off and being chased.

"Ready for the last one?" Sabine asked, and Ezra gave her another of his lopsided smiles. "Ohhh yeah. Hit 'em with it 'Bine." She paused. Her eyes seemed to give him a look of, thank you, and she leaned out of the Phantom. "Hey bucketheads! Eat THIS!"

The final explosion was the brightest Ezra had seen in that entire time, and he watched as the Imperial compound flashed blue and gold. The Ties kept chasing, and the pair high-fived before buckling in as Chopper went to hyperspace.

"So... I never got to say thank you," Sabine began, mid-hyperspace. Ezra turned round from the pilot's seat and folded his arms. Amusement danced in his eyes, as well as that strange fondness that seemed to glitter whenever they spoke. "For what?"

She raised her eyes to the sky. "For - you know... teaching me how to use a stick."
Ezra raised both eyebrows. "A stick? Just a stick?" Sabine huffed good-naturedly.

"Not just a stick. The lightsaber forms. Even for a person who isn't a Force-User. Also... for this. It actually felt really, really good to be messing with troopers and helping put an end to those shipments. Also, tagging my art again."

Ezra's eyes twinkled even more. "Anything for you, 'Bine. Maybe it was just an excuse to hang with you." She rolled her eyes as he flicked her on the shoulder. "Although we still need a round two of the sticks. Gadgets or no gadgets, you know I'm gonna beat ya."

"Oh yeah? You'll be begging for mercy before YOU know it, Bridger."

"You would know," He responded cheekily.

"Oh, shut up."

Hey hey heyyy!!! How was that? I'll be back with some more once the hiatus is over, and perhaps I'll do some while IN hiatus! In the meantime, gotta catch up with all the other episodes and start writing AUs! Plus, I actually love writing fillers. They're a good way for me to pretend that things get resolved offscreen - which, lets face it, probably happens. Bring on the fun, Filoni!