Helloooooo my wonderful readers (you guys are the best at motivation seriously thank you) I'm back and I have another oneshot for you! I can't believe it's 30 chapters already! How the time has flown. Because it's the hiatus for Season 3, it's like I'm a little lost. But that's okay! It means more time for studying, worrying about Ezra, drawing and writing! And also preparing for Star Wars Celebration in London, cause I'm gon' be there!Confession: this one is partly based on that Helms Deep scene in LOTR and also that bet between Jake and Amy in Brooklyn Nine Nine, but with a different plot twist as well as it being Ezra and Sabine! Also, blind!Kanan.
So, hope you guys enjoy it, and I'll be back with more later! Please rate and review in the comments because they really make my day and tell me where to go next! Let's go go gooooo!

It was Ezra, Sabine and Zeb on a stakeout. Kanan had planned it all out: a raid on the imperial food supplies to give to the people on Garel. They would ambush the troopers and cause a distraction and then aid Chopper and Kanan in hauling the food away. Hera in the Ghost and the A Wing pilots were waiting if they needed backup.
And Ezra and Sabine were bantering, as usual, as they waited on the rooftop for Zeb's signal.

"I bet I can knock out the most troopers!" Ezra exclaimed as quietly as he could, while Sabine snorted.
"Please. You might have the Force on your side, but I am way faster."

He raised an eyebrow.
"You sure about that,'Bine? Cause I'm pretty sure I could make your knees knock with my skills," he said, and she scoffed, her eyes ready for action. She loved a good competition.

"I could take you down any time, any day, Bridger. You know what? If I knock out more, and get on the Phantom first, you have to do all my chores for two weeks."

Ezra winced - two weeks?! - but then decided that he could do this. And he would raise the stakes even higher. And then he got such a mind-blowing idea that he was surprised at himself. A slow spreading but wicked grin spread across his face and he said, wiggling his eyebrows,
"Deal! And because I'm gonna win, as well as chores, you have to go on a date with me."
He saw her expression of shock and... something else, and she said, "What?! No way."

He felt disappointed, but decided to persuade her further. "Yes way. What, come on, it won't be like going out with someone like Lando for example."
She shuddered. "Don't you bring that up again. He messed around with our brains."
He muttered, "He messed around with your brain. Ahem, I mean, exactly. It'll  just be the cheesiest of cheesy dates - it won't even be a real date!"

He was lying through his teeth, of course. He wanted this. Badly. And he suspected that somewhere in that beautiful mind of hers she did too.

"Oh yeah?" She replied, sceptically. "Sure. You know what? A date is too big for just chores. You have to give me that new helmet you got. The Inquisitor one. For keeps,"

Ezra groaned. He wanted to growl, 'Nuh-uh. It's mine!!' But the temptation of a date was too much. So he just said, "Hmm. As much as I like that helmet, it's so worth it. Deal."
Somewhere far in the galaxy, thunder and lightning probably crashed, and Zeb gave the signal.
Sabine and Ezra grinned evilly at each other as they leaped off the roof; Sabine launching off and somersaulting  through the air, thinking she's got the head start.
In reality, Ezra was only giving her head start so he could show off his move: the Force Jump.

She started shooting as Ezra yelled, "Watch this!"
And she was stunned as Ezra literally flew through the air, drop kicking one trooper on the way in. Kriff, she got distracted!
"That counts as two by the way!" He shouted as he nailed them with his blaster-lightsaber.

"Not fair," she called to him as she shot troopers one by one, knocking them out cold  and counting 1, 2, 3, 4, as she spoke.

"Yeah! He was like 7 foot tall!" He shouted back, and she raised her eyes to the heavens while shoulder rolling and spinning kicked a buckethead who was screaming, "Die, rebel scum!"
Ouch. Their catchphrases were terrible, and so old. 17, 18, 19...

Ezra, to her satisfaction, pointed this out to one of them as he slid under one and shouted, "22! Nice one there, Wren. Also, you guys really need to work on your insults. Get a brain one of these days."

She was shocked as he force swept their guns out of their arms, not before thwacking himself on the leg though. Hmm. He had gotten much, much better - though he was still clumsy! And wait - he was gaining. No! She could not let him win. She shot behind her without looking, hearing with a satisfied oof! someone being knocked out, and she knew that it had met is mark. Still got it, she thought. "Beat that, Bridger!" She yelled as she got to the crates. She was going to do this! Chopper got in her way suddenly, accusing her of flirting with Ezra.
"What? Oh, please. I was NOT flirting! We made a bet, and I'm going to win it! I'm looking forward to not doing my chores for the next two weeks."

She grabbed a crate and headed off, sprinting for the oncoming Phantom while still blasting away at the troopers. Then she was blown away as Ezra fired three shots and bowled the troopers over to Zeb, who got onto the Phantom with two crates. He swooped over and force picked up the crates, a little shakily, and they both lunged for the Phantom, Ezra getting there by half a second as be soared over her. She was outraged. He beat her?! How?!

Then she spotted Chopper and Zeb, standing in the corner and giggling. They helped in this! Zeb with his teamwork with Ezra and Chopper... With his distraction! Uuughhh!
She felt betrayed. Personally betrayed.

Ugh! Damn the Force and Ezra's trickery!
"That's cheating!" She said furiously.
Ezra grinned smugly, a satisfied, cocky expression plonked on his face.
"You never said we couldn't cheat. I mean, you did have a head start. But I got 22. You got 20, and plus, I got here first.
C'mon. You know what happens next."

As Zeb and Chopper wolf whistled, Sabine growled, "I hate this.. I hate this!"
Ezra couldn't resist getting down on one knee and holding his hands out to her dramatically, and she face palmed.

"Sabine Wren, will you do the honour of going on the cheesiest date ever with me?"
She groaned and he sniggered delightedly.
"Well, I can't exactly say no - so as much as it pains me to say, yes."

Ezra whooped and jumped for joy, and started fist bumping everyone in the vicinity while Chopper sprayed confetti.
Where the hell did he get confetti from?, she thought grumpily, and Zeb put his arm around her, laughing his throaty laugh.
"At least it won't be boring, eh?" He grinned, and Sabine looked desperate.
"Zeb, I've never actually been on a date like this before! What am I supposed to do?"
Zeb looked surprised, and then reassured her.
"Hey. Relax. It's Ezra. That kid won't do anything serious or nasty. He's just a short, kinda scrawny ball of mischief and fun. Besides, it's a prank date. It's meant to be terrible!"

Sabine sighed and pushed back her hair. She didn't know when or where Ezra would take her, but she did know he'd never let her hear the end of it.

1 Week Later

That week, Ezra had the time of his life. It had been aaages since he was this happy, internally and externally. He was in a good mood from dawn to dusk, grinning like a madman while Sabine scowled at him from the dishwasher. Oh, life was sweet. No chores for a week (he had said two but she threatened to skewer him with a fork) AND he was going on a date with his favourite Mandalorian - not that he knew any others.

Heck, he remembered a time when he'd first bumped into the Ghost and she became his favourite crew member. She still was. The others caught up rapidly, in terms of fondness. But his like for her wouldn't change.  It was growing. Even when she was being grumpy. Then he had to be the one to cheer her up. And he didn't mind that. Not one bit.

Now he and Chopper relaxed as Sabine washed up and continuously shot him dirty looks from the front. He just grinned away at her, and everything. What? It wasn't his fault he'd been given Force powers. Okay, maybe it was his fault that he'd cheated. Slightly. But who cared? He was going on a date with a girl! A cheesy, tacky date, nonetheless but a date! He'd never been on an actual date before. But it sounded great!
Except he had no idea where  they should go. Where would they get time to go somewhere when not on a mission? He was stuck for ideas. I'll figure something out, he decided. Until then, I'm gonna just chill out some more.

"Hey Sabine. You might wanna get that spot over there. I accidentally spilt some juice there. It might stain the panel, but you can probably get it out."

She threw him an especially dark look and mouthed several curse words that would have made Hera not happy at all. He tutted at her, and then Zeb came into the room.

"You two are up for an undercover mission. Kanan needs backup. Purnak's diner downtown," he growled.
Ezra pumped his fist in the air.
"Undercover? Awesome sauce. Not to mention that diner! I hear it's romantic," he wiggled his eyebrows at Sabine, who groaned. She had heard of that place, alright. It was an especially cheesy diner for couples who just wanted to stare into each other's eyes, all candies and heart and mushy stuff. Sabine loathed it.

Ezra, on the other side, had an imaginary lightbulb pop in his head. Maybe this is where we could have our date, he thought excitedly. He decided not to bring it up, though. No, he wanted it to be a complete surprise, and boy would he surprise her. Time for smooth Ezra to come out of his shell and not hit his head on a pipe!

Purnak's diner, 2:00

Kanan strolled towards the diner, confident even with his bandage on, and Ezra and Sabine trailed behind.
"I don't like this, Kanan," Sabine warned as they got closer to the shady diner. For some reason, Kanan looked amused.
"Why?" He asked. "Because it's sappy?"

She rolled her eyes and replied, "That, and because I don't trust Purnak. He'll think you're vulnerable."
Kanan huffed. "Well, that's where he's wrong."
Ezra nodded, skipping to them and putting a hand on Kanan's shoulder.
"Right you are. And Sabine,  you rarely trust anybody! Relax. Kanan's got us for backup."

She shrugged. "I trust some people. Just be careful. What do we do while you're getting the Intel?"
Kanan continued to look even more amused.
"Go undercover and wait for my signal. Stay alert, and if you see anything off, you know what to do. But try to blend in. And Ezra?" He asked the boy, who looked as though he was formulating a brilliantly evil plan - which he probably was.
"Just.. Use your training," Kanan said, and then of all the things he could have done he smirked, and Ezra spluttered, "Uh - I don't know what you mean, Master, but I'll stay alert. Or try to."
Kanan shook his head. "You know what Master Yoda would say," and then he strode into the back of diner, Sabine and Ezra going into the front.

"Alright. Act cool," Sabine muttered. Ezra flexed his muscles, mug to Sabine's chagrin (or, his overactive imagination told him, delight) and rolled his shoulders.

"Act? I don't need to act. Its in my blood, baby."
Then he strutted in, taking Sabine's arm and puffing his chest. Sabine snatched her arm away and elbowed him.
"You're ridiculous."

The diner was too bright, illuminated by neon lamps, and all manner of aliens and humans alike ate, drank, laughed and made out, most of the couples.
A red head waitress approached them, hair tied and beaming.
"Welcome to Purnak's diner. Would you like a couples table?" she asked, to which Sabine was about to bellow, "We're not a couple!"
But Ezra intervened before she could, interlocking their arms and attempting a winning smile. "Yes, please. We'll take the booth over there."

Sabine stared at Ezra as the waitress led them to the table, and quickly smiled sheepishly at her whenever she looked.
"What are you doing?" She hissed, and Ezra whispered back, surprised at his confidence, "Relax. Act cool, remember? Besides, you owed me a date, and now you got one."

Sabine cursed herself, breathing quickly and feeling strangely flustered. She then remembered what they were there for and scanned the room while Ezra got out the menu.
As the waitress left, she lowered her voice as she spoke into the comm to Kanan, "All clear. No sign of any trouble. Yet."

Ezra relaxed and whipped open the menu. Finally! The girl of his dreams was with him on a date. An undercover, netted date, but a date nonetheless. And it was so, so cheesy!

"Great." He said, feeling very satisfied. "So what would you like to drink? I hear they do delicious milkshakes here. Wanna try one?"
Uh oh. She knew that voice. That was his flirting voice. She could not believe he was setting up that date AND now everyone else thought she was Ezra's girlfriend, even if only for the day. Too much.

She raised her eyes to the ceiling, but decided to give in. It was a date, after all. And it was Ezra, not some creep. She might as well.
"If it's not slime ridden, we might as well try one. Help us blend in," she said, and he grinned.

"How 'bout the chocolate chip one?" He asked, but she had spotted the caramel.
The waitress came over again to find them squabbling over which milkshakes to get with the limited credits they had.
Young love, she thought sunnily.
"Have you made up your minds?" She asked.
Ezra got another idea, and before Sabine could say anything he spoke, "We'll have one large caramel chocolate chip blend with the double straw. Isn't that right, hon bun?" He asked her, and wriggled his brows again, knowing that he was really going to get it later. Internally, Sabine was screaming, but she just replied in a forced sweet voice, "Well, that's a good compromise,"
Ugh. Way to maintain cover.

Ezra looked as if he were about to burst out laughing, a great fat smile spread across his face as the waitress jotted down the order on her datapad.
He was shaking with the effort.

When she went off, Sabine kicked him under the table saying, "Thanks for that, but I really don't feel like sharing with a bet cheater, hon bun."
He only winced and snickered. "You know you love it. Ooh. Here comes the milkshake!"
Sabine clicked her fingers in front of his face. "Mission! Keep your eyes off the milkshake for a second!"

He only grinned further, "Relaaax. I can sense it, remember? And it doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. Oh, helloooo milkshake. Thank you, ma'am."
He said this to the waitress as a giant milkshake was served with two red swirly straws. Sabine made a face at Ezra but smiled up at the lady.
"That'll be ten credits for the jumbo shake," she said, and while Ezra paid she winked at Sabine and said, "Have a nice date now,"

Ezra slurped as Sabine flushed, "Mmmhh. That is good. Y'know, you'd better try some, because otherwise it is all mine. Plus, you have a swirly straw! You have to drink out of the swirly straw."
She was skeptical until she saw the look on his face.

"Look, I'm not sick, and you don't have to if you don't want to. But it is really, really good. You're not gonna get food poisoning. It's not as if we're making out. Besides, we kinda have too keep up the act," he reassured her.

She might have refused until he said she didn't have to, and that was what she was really pleased with. Thank Ashla he wasn't some jerk who didn't think of her as someone with her own opinion. In fact, he pretty much thought she was completely out of his league - but with him at the bottom.
So she accepted as he handed her the cup and she took a tiny sip, her eyes popping at the flavour.

"It IS really good!" She exclaimed, and Ezra's eyes sparkled. "What did I say?"

They really started to talk and enjoy themselves (not to mention buying popcorn) after that, until Ezra sensed a waiter come of the back and pick up a transmitter - an imperial transmitter, his eyes narrowed, but then he looked at Sabine, who was tying and failing to toss popcorn into her mouth.
In his mind he groaned at the bad timing.

Then she hit him on the forehead with a kernel, earning her a scowl, and whispered, "There at 2 o'clock. See him?"
Ezra smiled, relieved. He hadn't wanted to make it awkward, but this was okay.

"I see him. Spectre 1? There may be trouble. The Empire is probably in its way thanks to some waiter who saw you at the back."
Kanan replied with, "Copy that, Spectre 6. Get out of there now."

They got up to leave, as they ran out Sabine realised, along with a pang of disappointment that is was over, that their date actually felt like a real date - with someone she trusted and who she could laugh at until her sides split. Maybe going out with Ezra wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Well that was fun. Let's do it again sometime, huh, Wren?" He asked cheerfully, and for once, Sabine smiled back.
"We'll see if you can beat me at another bet. How about now?"