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melodyalanaroster · 5 years

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Serenity Wouldn’t Have Stood For This.

Alana sat in the waiting room, her eyes red from crying so much, tears still streaming down her face. Lyra had brought her a change of clothes so she’d be more comfortable, so when the doctors pushed her out of the room to work on Nathaniel, she slipped into the bathroom and got changed. It was during her time in the bathroom that she called Severina.

“Rini, please come. As fast as possible... Please. I’ll text you the location.” She sobbed. “Mels? What’s going on? Do I need to call Viktor home from his meetings in Australia?” Severina asked, worried. “No, come alone. Just, please. I don’t know if I can hold on for much longer.” Alana begged. “Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Severina sighed before she hung up.

It wasn’t long before Severina had made it to the Waiting Room and found Alana sitting in the fetal position, on the floor, in a corner, sobbing. She set her stuff on the floor by Alana’s bag, walked over to Alana, sat down next to her and put her arm around her. “Mels? What happened? Why are we here? You hate these places.” Alana looked up at Severina for a minute and hugged her. “Nathaniel didn’t want my help. We won’t have jurisdiction over his situation until he wakes up. I’m sure the police will be here soon to investigate the situation. I just hope they can save him.” Severina looked shocked. “What do you mean?! What happened to him?!” Alana proceeded to tell Severina about Nathaniel’s situation, and the stabbing after the Carnival. Nathaniel had begged Kim not to call her, but Kim disobeyed. He even begged Alana to not call for help, and especially to not take him to the Black Tower. Of course, Alana disobeyed by calling Emergency Services and having him taken to the hospital. “Oh my god! Mels!” Severina choked when Alana finished talking. “Yeah, so, they’re doing emergency surgery and giving him blood transfusions. Although, when they learned precisely who I am, not even my sobbing and terror could stop them from asking me why I didn’t take them to the Infirmary at the Black Tower.” Alana put her arms around her knees, tightened the ball she was curled up in and continued sobbing. “Rini, I can’t lose him. I just can’t. Life is meaningless without love... And I love him with everything I have.”

After a few minutes of holding Alana while she sobbed, Severina tried to lighten the mood. “You know? It’s at a time like this where Serenity used the Legendary Silver Crystal to save Endymion and bring him back to life.” Alana got up from the floor, picked a seat by the window and began looking at the night sky. “If I had a powerful force like that, I’d do the exact same thing... Even if it meant using up some of my own life force in the process. He’s worth it.” Severina sat next to her. “So? What are you gonna do when he wakes up?” Alana looked down. “What I want to do is order the Genocide Protocol to be carried out... But I don’t think I can make that call... I desperately want to do it... I want everyone in the Cartel to suffer in the most vicious ways possible... But I don’t think I can, personally, order it to be done. I wanna call Amber and Castiel because I feel like they deserve to know what’s going on... But I don’t have the strength... So? As for what I’m actually gonna do? I’m gonna wait. Wait for what the Doctors have to say, wait for him to wake up, wait for the police to get here...” Alana was staring at the moon, thinking. Thinking about how she should have ignored his request and dealt with Nathaniel’s enemies herself. Thinking about how if he had allowed her to end his troubles, he wouldn’t have been stabbed in the first place. Thinking about how she should have instilled fear into that Cartel when she first saw Nathaniel hanging around those fools. Thinking about how Kim and Amber might blame her for not doing all she could to protect him. Thinking about how Severina was right in the sense of Serenity doing everything in her power to save Endymion each and every time he was in danger, or died. But, this was not the world of Sailor Moon. This was her reality. The reality being that, despite being a highly trained, highly feared and respected, powerful, operative in an organization that could very easily take over the world if they wanted to, she wasn’t there to protect the one she loves most from harm. And now, the very real possibility that he could die was hanging over her head... Like a guillotine, ready to end her at any given second. “Mels?” Severina asked. Alana snapped out of it and looked at her. “Yeah?” Severina hugged her. “It’s gonna be alright. He’s gonna pull through this and be okay.” “How can you be so sure? What if he dies on the operating table tonight? What if someone from the Cartel gets in here and assassinates him when no one is around? What if I can’t instate his immunity fast enough and he goes to prison? What if he goes to prison and gets killed there? What if...” Alana began to babble. “I know he’s gonna be okay because I have faith that you will do everything in your power to save him. I know you’d walk through Tartarus for him. I also know that, by now, the universe owes you one. You deserve happiness and he is the key to it.”

Alana held Severina tighter. “She makes me sound like the Doctor from Doctor Who and compares me to Serenity from Sailor Moon... If I was half as good as them, I could see the universe owing me a favor... But all I’ve done is keep an eye on my mom while she was sick, help my friends, and save a few kids from a human trafficking ring... I haven’t saved the universe.. So, no, the universe doesn’t have to do a damn thing for me, and probably won’t...” She looked at the moon and thought about her relationship with Nathaniel. She could see why Severina was comparing it to Serenity and Endymion. Their High School days were very much like a messed up Silver Millennium, and now they were in the modern times... The times where Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask were fighting to survive and save the people they care about at each and every turn. That meant they still had Crystal Tokyo to reach... The time where they got married, had a baby and enjoyed their lives together... But, that wasn’t the focus right now... She looked in the direction of Nathaniel’s room, then at Severina, then back out the window and muttered the only thing that crossed her mind clearly. “Serenity would fight to the end for her love, risking everything for his safety and happiness... She wouldn’t have stood for that.”

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This is part of Alana’s Canon for Episode 15 of UL. I used Drachea Rannak’s Sailor Scout Maker on Doll Divine for this because I figured it would be best to illustrate Alana’s pain in this form.

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jack-andthestalk · 6 years

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Our Son, The Pox, Chapter 25.

Two nights before Brian's surgery Willie came down with chicken pox. He had been cranky during the day and while Jamie was bathing him that evening he noticed spots covering his back and arms. I was in the hospital meeting with Brian's surgeon. I had left my phone on silence and by the time I got a chance to glance at it, I noticed 6 missed calls from Jamie. I nearly had heart failure myself wondering what the hell could be wrong that he needed to phone me 6 times.

After it rang once on my end, Jamie answered breathlessly "Claire, where have ya been? I have been ringing and ringing, Willie has a rash...I rang the GP and I am gonna bring him in...."

"What do you mean a rash?" I asked.

"He is covered in spots and I think he has a fever" Jamie answered impatiently. "Will ye just come home and look yerself." I could tell by his testy response that Jamie was panicking.

I headed straight for the cottage, stopping once at a local pharmacy to pick up calamine lotion and children’s paracetamol.

I arrived at the cottage to find a completely wound up Jamie clutching a clammy and bemused Willie to his chest pacing up and down the kitchen floor.

"Christ there ye are, I thought Christmas would be here first!"

I merely rolled my eyes and disentangled Willie from his breast,

I lay him on the couch to examine him and take his temperature, which confirmed what I had believed when Jamie described his symptoms, Willie had chicken pox. I dosed him with the paracetamol and covered his little body with the soothing lotion.

We propped him up on the couch with cushions and his duvet, to watch a movie. It was late but he would likely need a distraction to stop the itching. Once his temperature reduced, Jamie remembered to breath and I could see the tension leave his body. I snuggled in to his side on the couch and whispered "you know he will be fine, it’s good for him to get them out of the way at his age, he will recover quicker."

A sigh "aye I ken, I am sorry I just hate when he is ill", he smiled wryly "The first summer I had him, he got an ear infection and I wouldna let anyone near him, no even mam..."

I remembered, Jenny had rang me in hushed tones saying Jamie was being a nightmare and would I speak to him. "I rang you remember?" I asked. "hmm, Aye, as soon as I heard your voice I felt better" he snorted and fidgeted with his hands. "ya ken I only truly trust you when it comes to him." I nodded because I was the same with Jamie, "as broken as our relationship was I never worried about Willie once he was with Jamie, his instinct was always spot on when it came to him and we always deferred to the other on his welfare, an unspoken language we shared when it came to Willie. “You’re the best daddy Jamie, never doubt it”. He put his arm around my shoulder and held me tighter.

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Jamie was gone at the crack of dawn the next morning and by the time evening was drawing in, I came to the gradual realisation that I too had chicken pox, hive like spots appearing across my cheeks, forehead, back and arms. I doused myself in calamine lotion, scaring myself by looking in the mirror. I hopped into bed beside Willie looking like Frankenstein’s bride and hoping Jamie wouldn’t come looking for me.

I must have dozed off because I woke a time later to hear Jamie's hushed tones whispering through the door.

"Sassenach, i canna open the door what’s going on is Willie ok?"

"hmm..oh ya..he is fine", I replied groggily "I am going to sleep with him tonight".

"Well open the door I wanna see him" Jamie persisted his voice rising above a whisper.

"No!" I was awake now, not a chance Jamie was seeing me like this. "You can't come in, he is contagious...so no you can't" I finished lamely.

"I ken he is contagious, he was contagious last night and ye know I had them before so what are ye at?" Jamie's voice was exasperated.

"He is asleep you will disturb him!"

a pause while Jamie considered his options. "ok then” he said pausing “you come out here, I willna disturb him"

"No!" I pleaded, "I can't I...I am not coming out"

"Sassenach what the hell has gotten into ye? Will you come out here now?"

"Jamie please go away." It came out as a sigh.

"I willna go away and I will break down this bloody door if ye dinna appear out here now!"

"I have the chicken pox" I sobbed through the door "And I am not having you ...you see me like this...so go away!"

Silence.

"Claire, dinna be daft come out...please?" his voice was softer now, although I could still hear traces of amusement in it.

"No, I look like a cross between a Dalmatian and that guy from Sesame Street"

Another pause.

"Which guy?"

"Bert"

A snort

"or maybe Ernie, I’m not sure and I am not coming out in any case"

"Claire, I canna believe ye wouldn't let me see ye...yer being silly"

"I am not silly, I am a masacre" I sniffed.

"Come out mo ghraidh...please, I willna sleep until I see yer face or what’s left of it" I could hear him stifling the laughter. Bastard.

I knew it was futile, I slid off the end of the bed trying not to jar willie and opened the door a crack, peeking out at him.

"Come here." he ordered and pulled me though the door shutting it softly behind me.

"Ach ye poor thing, he was looking me over carefully, taking in each blemish on my skin, “are ya scratchy?"

"Yes very" I admitted sheepishly

"Right, well then lets run ye a bath and put more of the lotion on ye"

"Jamie I am fine...you don't need to..."

His hand was up halting any more protestations. "I don't need to but I can and I will...aye?"

I nodded like a child and let him guide me by the hand towards the bathroom.

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Jamie ran an enormous bath, pointed at it and said "in."

Once I was settled he handed me a large tumbler full of whiskey and said "medicinal."

I lay soaking, enjoying the warmth of both bath and whiskey, silently contemplating how happy and content I was here, it wasn’t just Lallybroch, it was just being with Jamie. I looked forward to him coming home each evening, just his being near him lifted my heart, never mind his ever attentive presence in bed.

I had thought long and hard in the past few weeks on Jamie asking me to stay and although he had never asked since the night of Jenny's wedding I hoped that if one day I could make it work, the offer would still stand.

The practical issue for me was work. My options for work as a surgeon would be limited, the hospital near Lallybroch was small and surgeon posts did not arise every day, I had specialised in pediatric surgery back in Boston, I could practice general surgery again but it probably wouldn't make it any easier to redeploy myself in Scotland.

Then there was the usual stuff, our home, friends, Willie's playschool, Lamb etc. None of it was impossible and it could be done, I was scared of it but mostly I was afraid to give up everything to find out Jamie and I wouldn't work or something would go wrong. Never mind the pressure Jamie might feel in reality having us here, when so much would have been sacrificed for it to happen.

All that said the more time I spent here the harder I was going to find, leaving Jamie. Which I would have to do at some point regardless, it could take a year or more for me to find a suitable job.

Breaking me from my thoughts Jamie returned, towel wrapped around his toned torso and a bottle of calamine lotion in hand. "Scoot up Sassenach, I’m getting in"

"Jamie I am covered in hives! You can't be serious"

"Aye well asides from the fact that yer the bonniest wee thing when ye have the pox or no, I am get'n in and rubbing some of this into yer spots, aye?" He dropped the towel leaving me no doubt he was coming in whether I moved or not.

Once he was wrapped around my back, I lay into him resting the back of my head on his chest and luxuriated in the feel of him against my sore body. "I was just thinking how much I love this, being here with you" I said stroking his thigh under the water

I could feel him smile against my cheek as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"its funny, if ye had told me this would happen a month ago I would have said ye were mad, when Jenny told me ye would be staying for a while over the wedding I didna ken how it would be between us but I didna think we would end up like this" he spoke softly into my ear.

"no?" I asked.

"god no, I knew I wanted ye badly but I never thought I would want ye badly enough to share a bath with ye while ye look like chucky's kid"

I slapped him under the water, splashing both of us.

"Och I am only joking...”

We grew quiet again, contemplating the change we had seen in just a month.

Eventually Jamie cleared his throat and said, “I was serious Claire when I can't believe ye are here like this", he ran a hand up my stomach and cupped my breast to illustrate. He sighed contently and continued "I was fairly sure ye hated me enough to politely ignore me most of the week",

"you are hard to ignore" I replied taking his hand up to my mouth and kissing the back of it.

"That first evening ye arrived, I… well ye were there with yer hair all curly around yer face, god I wanted to do nothing more than kiss the breath out of ye...but I dinna think ye...or Willie would appreciate it much…”

"oh I don't know...I probably would have appreciated it, can't speak for our son though! I added smiling.

"Then” he sighed theatrically and ran his hand down my thigh “when I brought ye up to the house foundations and had ye ride with me...Jesus Claire ...yer round arse stuck between my thighs...I was as hard as a rock the whole way over the heather..."

"hmm you hid it well" I said laughing

"Maybe, it was no comfortable though" he replied contemplatively

Jamie’s hands ran up the expanse of my tummy and were now busily cupping and massaging my breasts, which were weightless in the water.

"Then that night in Inverness...when I came to apologies for my behavior with Forbes...God when I pulled ye down on my lap in yer wee bathrobe" His index finger was idly rotating around my nipple, I could feel the length of him pressed against my back and I was throbbing at the memory of that kiss alone. "It took all my strength to get through dinner in the hope that ye would come to bed with me after"

"Sure of yourself I would say, there was little doubt I was going to your bed and you knew it"

He hummed into my ear in mirth.

"Aye well I dinna think I have ever wanted anything so bad in my life Sassenach"

Silence overcame us as we no doubt replayed that night in our minds, both of us remembering the bone deep need of being with each other, sharing our bodies again.

Eventually I turned to him "Jamie, do you remember the night of Jenny’s wedding and you said you wished I could stay?”

“How could I not?” he replied sheepishly “I dinna exactly think it through…what I was asking of ye”

“No maybe not” I agreed “was it more a post coital impulse? … I mean have you really thought about it? For all you know you would grow really sick of me? This is the longest time we have spent together?”

“Claire” it came out as a breath and he tilted my chin so I could look up at him. “I would never grow sick of ye, we just fit? Hmm you and I?” I have known it since the first day I ever set eyes on ye, you belong with me… … we’re meant to be together, so no I will never grow tired of ye!

We grew silent again until I felt Jamie’s chest vibrate behind me “asides I leave ye in bed hungrier than when I first came to ye, I want ye all the time Sassenach, that willna change I can promise that.”

I swallowed before I drew courage to make my next declaration.

“Jamie…I think maybe…that I will try and move…I mean it could take some time, months maybe a year until I get work…but I think I would like to try living here.” I eventually stammered out.

There was a sudden splash behind me, Jamie lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all and had me fully facing him, sitting on his lap now.

“Do ye mean it?”

I nodded.

He pulled me into a long kiss, the kind that would leave my lips and mouth bruised for a long time after. “I hope ye are not raving from the pox” he said laughing and crushing his lips to mine again.

#ourson #the lallybroch library #thepox

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gkingoffez · 7 years

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Summary: "Is he… meditating? Isn't he heavy?" Sabine questioned, leaning up against the doorway and crossing her arms, looking down on Kanan and Ezra. She'd probably been right before- Jedi training must have always been this weird to watch as an outsider, if strange things like this were any kind of example.

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“Kanan? Are you sure this is a Jedi training thing, or are you just trying to mess with me?”

Ezra’s haughty voice echoed across the hall and through Sabine’s open door, and Sabine herself could only roll her eyes as if on instinct. In her mind she could almost picture Ezra’s folded arms and stubborn expression that usually accompanied that particular tone; man that kid loved to complain sometimes.

She would have closed her door to shut out the annoying distraction, but her latest wall mural was still half-finished and the paint fumes had been building up to an uncomfortable level in the small confines of her room. If it was a choice between Ezra and passing out from fume overexposure again, she sadly had to go with the first, although it was a close call.

“No Ezra, it’s not a trick.” Sabine snorted as she imagined Kanan pinching at his temple in frustration. “My master and I did this exercise when I was your around your age. Like I’ve said, meditation is a vital part of connecting to the Force, and you need to be able to focus on that inward connection and be able to tune out what’s physically happening around you.”

“But Kanan I’ve only just been able to do it sitting still, how am I going to be able…”

Ezra’s voice became quieter, less sure, and Kanan’s reply in turn was soft enough that Sabine couldn’t pick it up through the barrier of Kanan’s bedroom door. Sabine had witnessed enough of the two’s more tender conversations to not try eavesdrop both out of a respect of their privacy and because it simply didn’t bother her. As long as it didn’t affect her in any way, what was discussed between Jedi was really none of her business.

She swiped at the mural with her spray can, and stepped back to inspect the new line, tilting her head to come at it from several different angles. It hadn’t quite had the effect she was going for.

“Ugh, I knew neon green was the wrong move,” she muttered to herself, flicking a stray hair out of her face. The piece was supposed to be a dynamic whirlwind of colour representing Hera in the cockpit of the Ghost in the middle of a battle, but so far it hadn’t been meshing together as well as Sabine had hoped. Flicks of orange, white and green paint covered her oversized painting coveralls, and a fume headache was scratching at the base of her skull. She took several steps back and popped her back, groaning in relief as her vertebrae released their built up tension. It was time for a break.

“I’m telling you, this isn’t going to work,” came Ezra’s voice again.

“You can say that again,” she muttered to herself, eyeing her supposed masterpiece. The small blurs of dark grey that were supposed to represent TIE fighters seemed misplaced. The orange of Hera’s flight suit seemed to be the wrong shade entirely. It just wasn’t working.

Art was hard sometimes.

Sabine put her spray bottle down on the desk next to the other colours and pulled off her stained painting gloves. The air in the corridor immediately smelt so much clearer when she stepped out into it. She moved down the hall towards the common room.

“I’m telling you right now, Kanan, I’m gonna be too heavy for you.”

“Ezra, would you just quit complaining for once and just get on my back?” replied Kanan’s slightly frustrated voice.

Sabine paused mid-step and looked curiously to Kanan’s closed door up the corridor. That didn’t sound like their usual training dialogue, not that training to be a Jedi was usual for anyone these days.

She briefly wondered if Jedi training had always been this weird to observe by outsiders. Sometimes she would walk by and see both Master and Padawan sitting silently in meditation, and then pass again hours later to see that neither had moved a muscle; sometimes it involved she, Zeb and Chopper shooting stun blasts at Ezra to deflect with his saber, and no one would soon forget that memorable training session that had ended with Chopper pushing Ezra off the Ghost while they were parked in the lower atmosphere; and then there were times like this, of overhearing weird snatches of conversations that probably made more sense with the proper context.

It probably had been just as weird in the days of the Jedi Order, although back then there had been hundreds of other padawans being trained in the exact same way to make it normal.

Not for the first time though, Sabine found herself glad she wasn’t Force sensitive. Sure, telekinesis and seeing the future was cool, but nothing beat her ingrained warrior instincts and the design and power of her trusty blasters. Well, a lightsaber kind of did, but that was beside the point; the proud Mandalorian in her simply refused to acknowledge the Jedi as superior in any way.

She heard Ezra grumble something indeterminable as she shook her head and continued down to the common room, putting the Jedi to the back of her mind and instead hoping that someone had made fresh caf so she wouldn’t have to do it herself.

She found Zeb and Hera sitting in the booth and eating pieces of meiloorun, and after a trip to the galley, was drawn into an extended conversation on the Kessle Run and the mathematics behind how quickly a pilot could race it without being caught in time distortion. It was fun to play-argue with Hera over while Zeb scratched his head in confusion, and by the time Sabine wandered back to her room, stomach full of caff and fruit, her headache was gone.

She remembered the strange conversation she’d overheard before only when she glanced again to Kanan’s closed door. Shrugging, she walked over to it and tilted her ear to the metal. It was quiet, except for the occasional grunt and loud exhale.

After a moment’s hesitation and lip biting, her curiosity won out and she knocked softly. Kanan’s voice, perhaps a bit strained, said “Come in, but be quiet.”

Sabine tapped at the controls and the door hissed aside. The lights in Kanan’s room were dimmed, but they were enough to illuminate the strange sight Sabine found on the floor before her. Her mouth dropped open in surprise and her eyes went wide. She had to quickly stuff a fist to her mouth to suppress the urge to giggle.

Kanan was stretched out on the ground facing away from the bunk, legs straight and arms locked in a push-up position, while astride his upper back sat Ezra, cross-legged and face slack.

“Do you need something, Sabine?” Kanan asked, his face turned up at her. Sweat was beginning to glisten on his upper arms and forehead. He had forgone his usual green sweater for a plain black tank top.

Sabine took a moment to compose herself, blinking and swallowing down her humour. “Nothing urgent, Hera just wanted to remind you about the team briefing later tonight,” she said, not quite keeping the amusement from her voice. Hera had told her no such thing, but it was a good enough excuse to have knocked in the first place.

“Ah, thanks,” replied Kanan. He carefully bent his arms at the joint, dipping down and then back up again in a push up. Ezra tittered slightly at the movement, but settled again after a few seconds.

“Is he… meditating? Isn’t he heavy?” Sabine questioned, leaning up against the doorway and crossing her arms, looking down on Kanan and Ezra.

She’d probably been right before- Jedi training must have always been this weird to watch as an outsider, if strange things like this were any kind of example.

“It’s an exercise. And, yeah, he’s maybe a little heavier than expected. Nothing I can’t handle though, and if anything it’s a good thing. Remember how small he was when we found him?” Kanan said quietly, dipping down again.

Sabine nodded, biting at her lip. It seemed unfair to laugh, but the urge was still strong in her.

Kanan did another push up, and Ezra hmmed, but didn’t stir.

An idea stuck Sabine suddenly. “Hang on, keep doing this, I’ll be right back,” she declared, grinning and flying from the room. She rushed across the hall to her own quarters, ignoring the paint and the half-done mural in favour of scrambling around for some sketching pencils and paper.

Kanan looked at her curiously as she re-entered his room.

“Can I?” she grinned, with the best loth-puppy eyes she could muster, brandishing her art supplies to him.

He raised his eyebrows at her in response, and then frowned in consideration before sighing.

“I suppose, if you’re really feeling that inspired. Just don’t disturb him, okay?”

“Yes,” Sabine whispered in excitement, punching the air. She closed the door behind her and carefully stepped around, searching for the best angle to come at the scene from. She ended up sitting cross legged on the cushioned stool beside Kanan’s bed and spread out her supplies and art pad across her knees.

“And don’t make me look like a fool, please,” Kanan added, as she picked out a good pencil to start.

She snorted down at him. “You? Never.”

Kanan smirked, then his face returned to a scrunched up, concentrated look.

Sabine took a long, calculating gaze at her subjects, then bent over and began scribbling. Soon, the only sounds in the room were Ezra’s even breaths, Kanan’s occasional grunt, the scratching of pencils and occasional muffled snorts from Sabine. She was trying really hard not to burst out into laughter, but the hilarity of the situation kept coming at her in waves.

The central piece she worked on was a semi-realistic illustration- Kanan, strong and steady and Ezra, still and calm upon his back. She worked in the shading of the dimmed lights and the glistening sweat on Kanan’s forehead, aiming for realism but working in her own cartoonish style as well.

She also sketched out several other, far sillier drawings on a separate piece of paper. Among them was a caricature of Kanan with comical sized muscles, grunting and pumping up and down at a ridiculous speed, with Ezra the size of an ant on his back; one of the both of them as Loth-cats, the Loth-Ezra curled up and purring on Loth-Kanan’s furry brown back; and (for good measure) one of Ezra flopping right off Kanan’s shoulders and landing face first in an undignified heap on the floor.

The loth-cat one was her favourite of the bunch.

Sabine also found herself quite proud of the main piece, even if it was far from finished and more of a messy, scratchy draft than anything else. She particularly felt like she’d caught dynamic power of the lines of Kanan’s shoulders and the essence of Ezra’s meditative expression. She would clean and colour the sketch when there was time later on, but for the moment she held it up with a wide, proud smile, angling it into the light and blowing away the small strands of white eraser debris. She could already tell the finished product would be one of her better ones.

Sabine gathered up her supplies and folded the paper with the silly sketches on it in two. She wrote Ezra’s name on it, adding a heart for dramatics and left it on the stool for the kid to find when he came out of the trance.

With her main piece, she stepped forward, crouched and wordlessly placed it on the ground before Kanan. It was a show of trust more than anything- she, like a lot of artists, didn’t like showing off unfinished pieces. It just didn’t seem right to put something out for the galaxy to see that wasn’t polished up to a certain standard.

Kanan, however, had earned it. They’d saved each other’s lives so many times over the years, had each other’s backs through the good and the bad, and as much as Sabine would never admit it out loud, Kanan had become like a father-figure to her. Even if he was a Jedi who used really weird training practices that didn’t really make sense to her.

Besides, the guy probably deserved it. She’d pity anyone who had to carry Ezra on their shoulders, literally or figuratively.

Kanan looked over her work, his shoulders shaking with exertion as he paused mid-pushup. After a moment, he grinned proudly up at her in approval and she smiled back, feeling the familiar swell of pride that usually arose whenever her Ghost family showed how much they loved and supported her art. She picked up the sketch again and tiptoed out with a wave of farewell, returning to her room.

As soon as she was inside and the door had shut behind her, she burst into quiet laughter, which she only half-heartedly stifled.

Only kriffing Jedi, she thought fondly.

The paint fumes had almost entirely dissipated. Still chuckling, she pulled out a plastic folder from a shelf and carefully placed her sketch in it so it would be protected until she had the time to finish it.

There was still a little while before dinner and the team briefing, so Sabine turned back to her newest mural and looked it over with a new eye as she pulled her gloves back on.

“Hmm, maybe neon green is the right choice, but I just need to be bolder with it,” she mused to herself, picking up the spray can again and approaching the wall.

“You couldn’t have asked me before you let her use me for inspiration?” Ezra asked, accusingly. “It’s bad enough that I had to do that ridiculous exercise, but you let Sabine see me doing it as well?”

Kanan stood by his bunk wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel, while Ezra frowned down at the piece of paper Sabine had left for him. A flush of embarrassment clung at his cheeks.

“You were deep in meditation; there wouldn’t have been any point in bringing you out of it just to ask one question. Besides, if anything the extra distraction added to the exercise and you did very well to remain focussed.”

Ezra smirked a little at the praise, and then his face fell back into a scowl. “Yeah, but was it really worth it? She made us into cuddling lothcats, how humiliating is that?”

“What?” Kanan wandered over and took the paper from Ezra’s hands. He frowned at it as well. “I specifically asked her not to make me look like a fool.”

“You look fine. I’m the one she drew as a fool,” moaned Ezra.

“Well, at least the drawings are realistic in that sense,” Kanan replied with a grin. He tussled Ezra’s hair playfully, and Ezra let out a squeak of protest. “Come on, kid, it’s almost time for dinner and I’m gonna have a shower first. You go see if Hera needs anything done before the crew meeting.”

Ezra nodded and snatched the paper back.

“What? It’s addressed to me!” he said in reply to Kanan’s lifted eyebrow. He dashed out the door, Kanan shaking his head fondly in his wake.

I wrote this from Sabine’s POV bc I have definitely been neglecting all the other characters except Kanan and Ezra.

What’s that, you say? Kanan and Ezra are still a lot of the focus of this fic? Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I know, but I can’t leave them alone.

#star wars rebels #swr #sabine wren #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #star wars rebels fanfic #my writing

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