Pt. 2 of wolfwren pacific rim au (Sabine)

I sacrificed ezra and baylan for the angst I'm sorry not sorry

Also Sabine wears the same moon necklace as Shin. After they both lost their pilots Shin made a gift for Sabine as a sign of peace between them (gay behavior)

Sparring as Foreplay

Pairing: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren

Tags (as posted on AO3): smut, offscreen sparring, dry humping, scissoring, dirty talk, kissing

Word Count: 1,465

The kisses the two women were exchanging were driven by passion. Though, Sabine was struggling to keep up with Shin’s pace, the sparring session they just had had reeled her up.

Sabine had let Shin guide them to their shared room, pulling on Sabine's arm, determination in her steps as Sabine tried to not trip on her own feet. Shin was taking Sabine’s breath away as she swallowed her gasps and whimpers as she was blindlessly searching for the door’s control panel.

The control panel had beeped affirmatively when she had found it, resulting in the door sliding open and Shin pushing Sabine into the darkened room.

Shin’s kisses were getting hungrier and hungrier with each passing second as arousal swirled inside of their bodies. Shin spread Sabine’s legs with her thigh, lodging it in-between them. Shin smirked against Sabine’s mouth as this one began undulating her hips on her thigh.

Shin broke away from the kiss, her eyes gazing down to Sabine’s kiss-swollen lips. When she looked back up, passion was burning bright in her eyes.

“Does sparring turn you on?” asked Sabine. Now that she was back to her senses a bit, she could clearly see how turned on Shin was.

Shin scoffed. “You mean manhandling you around?” she replied, “then, yes.”

Sabine couldn’t help but pout a little, which only made Shin’s smirk grow even bigger.

"I feel like I'm at a great disadvantage when you can just throw me around whenever you want," she said.

Shin leaned down and nuzzled her neck, her warm breath on Sabine’s skin making her shiver. "You seem to like it better than you let on," she teased, not fooled one bit by Sabine’s pouting. "You're the one rubbing on my thigh,” she reminded her.

Sabine halted her hips, making Shin chuckle. She licked a thick strip along her neck to her ear, blowing air on the shell of her ear. Goosebumps spread on the Mandalorian's skin.

"Caught red-handed," she whispered right into her ear. Sabine held back a moan, the fire in her lower tummy spreading and rising her body temperature. Shin had, yet again, reduced her to an aroused mess. Her hips began rolling again on their own volition, the several layers of clothing between making it difficult for the friction to be pleasurable.

"Let's take it to bed," Shin suggested, her own arousal setting her nerves on fire.

Sabine nodded, grabbing her face and bringing it to hers for a short, sweet kiss.

Something within Shin switched as Sabine pushed onto the bed and straddled her, she grew flustered as Sabine looked down at her. Sabine leaned down and locked their lips together in a passionate kiss. They kept on exchanging kisses as they shed their clothes, their movements showing more and more urgency as they ditched their last items of clothing onto the floor.

Sabine straightened her spine and gazed down at the other woman again. The light coming from the half-closed blinds allowed Sabine to see Shin’s flushed features.

The intimacy of the moment slowed time between them as they admired each other’s bodies. Searching hands were setting skins on fire as the growing fondness they felt for each other made their bond stronger. Shin’s hands settled on Sabine’s hips, massaging the soft flesh.

Sabine let out a deep sigh as she began rolling her hips, rubbing her cunt languorously onto Shin’s lower stomach. The lack of fabric between them made the motion way more pleasurable. A blissful haze clouded up Sabine’s head as bliss started slowly building its way up.

"Wait," Shin said. "I wanna feel you on me, too," she added.

Sabine nodded, getting the hint. With a bit of maneuvering around, one of Shin’s legs ended up pressed against Sabine’s chest. She peppered hot kisses on her calf as she settled between Shin’s legs. She gasped at the feeling of Sabine’s drenched cunt pressed against hers. The sight of Sabine above her was heart-stopping, making her lower stomach flutter with excitement. Shin tried to move her hips, the position she was in restricting her movements. Yet, bliss coursed through her veins as her hips rolled just right against Sabine.

"So good…" Shin whispered.

Sabine nodded in agreement, the slow movements beneath her spurring her on as she began rolling her hips in tandem with Shin. The lewd sounds coming from where they were joined encouraged them to move a little faster.

Moans and whimpers could be heard as lust enveloped the two women, cutting them off from the rest of the galaxy. Sabine pressed her cheek against Shin’s leg, gazing down at Shin’s blushed face and parted lips. A playful smile decorated her face as Shin looked back at her. Shin’s heart skipped a beat at the teasing glint in her brown eyes.

"I think," began Sabine, a moan breached her lips as her clit rubbed against Shin just in the right way, "I think we should acknowledge that sparring is definitely a form of foreplay for us."

Arousal coiled tighter in Shin’s lower stomach, she let out a frustrated sound as she dug her nails into Sabine's hips, pressing her harder against herself.

"See?" said Sabine, "it always rouses you up."

"Shut up," replied Shin.

"Do you get off on it?" she teased. "Does roughing me around turn you on?"

Shin moaned, her toes curling. She was so close.

"It does, doesn't it?" taunted Sabine. "You like having me at your mercy," her sentence was interrupted by a moan, "don't you?"

"Shut," grunted Shin, her back arching off the bed, "up."

To Shin's ever-growing frustration, Sabine chuckled and kept on taunting her. A layer of sweat had appeared on her skin under the effort to bring the both of them to orgasm.

"What was it you said to me once?" she asked, feigning to search for a long lost memory. "Oh, right," she said, "'you have no power.'"

Shin let out a desperate cry, her head rolling into the pillow beneath her. Sabine quickened the undulating of her hips, she was getting close as well.

"Look who's powerless now," she breathed out. "You may be able to use the Force," she continued, "but right now, I'm the one who has you pinned under me.” Shin's let out a grunt of pleasure through gritted teeth. "I'm the one who has you withering underneath me. I'm the one who's rendering you speechless."

"Sabine," Shin moaned, "please…"

Sabine tilted her hips, the new angle rubbing directly onto Shin's clit. Moans and pleads were leaving Shin's lips with barely any restrain now.

Sabine's thighs were starting to strain under the effort, her chest heaving as she let several waves of pleasure wash over her.

"I'm the one," spoke Sabine again, her voice sounding hoarse, "who makes you cum."

Shin's vision turned blurry as she came. A cry of pleasure leaving her lips and her body contorting under the overwhelming feeling. Sabine's orgasm followed suit with a few loud moans. She hugged Shin's legs as she rode their shared orgasm out the best she could as her muscles were beginning to ache. They spasmed against one another for a few more seconds before coming to a slow halt.

Laboured breathing could be heard within the room as Sabine dropped next to Shin, the mattress dipping under her weight.

The two women laid there, blissed out and basking in the afterglow. Oxytocin coursing through their veins as they shared this moment of intimacy.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Sabine spoke up again, "Well, I think there's no point in denying it any longer." She turned on her side and looked at Shin, a teasing smile pulling on the corners of her lips. "Sparring definitely turns you on," she added and before she could say anything else, Shin grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at Sabine's face, which made her laugh.

"Oh, come on," said Sabine, removing the pillow from her face. Shin let out a 'ugh' before turning her back to her, making Sabine laugh even harder. "There's no shame in admitting it," she reassured her, wrapping her arm around Shin's middle and spooning her. "I know you like manhandling me just so I can pin you underneath me and give you a mind-blowing orgasm," she added, peppering kisses along Shin's shoulder blade.

"Consider yourself lucky that I'm feeling too worn out right now," replied Shin. "Otherwise I'd be the one having you pinned under me and fucking you silly."

A pleased hum vibrated within Sabine's chest at the idea. "I mean," she said. "There's nothing preventing you from doing it once you've recovered."

"Alright," agreed Shin.

Sabine smiled against Shin's skin, content to just lay with her as they both let their bodies rest for a little while.

Gargh I genuinely wish I liked this show more - I like the returning characters, I loved all the intriguing hints of new lore stuff, aesthetically it looked fantastic... The casting was mostly perfection. I could even (mostly) put aside my increasing annoyance at post-Lucas-Star War's increasingly negative stance on the jedi that seems to be influenced by the fans who were adults when the Prequels/90s films came out who insist that those films were all about how the jedi were evil actually, when... No seriously those films were aimed at 12 year olds how did the very basic genocide is bad actually message fly over their heads so collectively?

​But ye gods I really felt the whole, Filoni's been working on 20 minute episodes his whole career with this one. 

I think the thing that properly tipped me over from, I'm enjoying this show, but it's frequently frustrating, because I am unfortunately a fan with opinions... into no, this thing is just frustrating as the finale rolled to its extremely predictable end that he'd not so much done an Empire ending, as promised, yet again, to answer the questions he'd been posing throughout next time... Only next time is hardly guaranteed, as sadly epitomised by the waste of Ray Stephenson's rather intriguing character - let alone the way both Claudia Black and Wes Chatham were essentially one step above being glorified extras.

Eh I liked Mando S3 and even BoBF I adored Andor and Kenobi - I'm hardly impartial. I even quite like Ahsoka for what it was, rather than allowing my sheer annoyance at what it wasn't get me too enraged at all the George Lucas never implied that moments with his worldbuilding - stated very publicly to be the opposite to Filoni's takes several times.

I loved the new galaxy, the Purrgils, getting to see the Rebels gang again, most of the Baylan and Shin stuff and Claudia Black getting to be a terrifying Nightmother, the Kintsugi troopers, and the extremely blatant Stargate type worldbuilding can I copy your homework stuff. Even Huyang in live action, as frustrating as the constant jedi-negging by proxy was... Ezra was perfect. Love the little crab people and seeing Chopper, as toned down for live action as he was.

But Filoni, Dave, Hat-Man, please, if you're going to do glacial and epic mysteries that end on an Empire style cliffhanger at least give us some reassurance that you have a plan and know how all the plot-threads are going to go? And that your worldbuilding is in fact internally consistent actually and not just based on vibes with some degree of yeah this does have coherence... The occassional utterly incoherent aside, for you to go oh yeah, the New Republic are all fucking terrible actually, as bad as the space nazis actually, moments were not reassuring. And in the hands of a different writer I'd have been fascinated by the Sabine getting the force stuff... But I really sincerely do not trust you with this.

You keep leaving extremely important character and worldbuilding moments off-screen, not even summed up, just stated in a sentence then rapidly glossed over. With excruciating lengths of time given to portentious dialogue and incoherent ramblings about how the jedi deserved their own genocide actually.

No? Too much to ask? One and a half plot-threads proved too much to keep spinning..?

Of which, admittedly James SA Corey/David Abraham/Ty Franck you are not you could barely keep one plot thread going coherently let alone the half-dozen or so they kept spinning all the way through.

Actually, no, you know what. Fuck it. This has annoyed me enough that I am going to go off and watch Wes Chatham not be utterly wasted in a glorified extra role, in a sci-fi series featuring mysterious rings and huge conspiracy theories by corporate and fascistic government powers alike fuelled by greed and capriciousness but above all about humanity overcoming.

At least that one doesn't flanderise its own characters and worldbuilding for the rule of cool, and the at times seemingly glacial (but not actually) very deliberately paced plot actually serves a purpose that comes together into something spectacular.

Its that or Farscape to wash the bad taste out. But that's another property heavy on the evil space fascists who never quite seem to get an in-universe comeuppance.

if anyone is interested. live notes of mine while watching ep5

AHSOKA EP5 UNHINGED NOTES

Jacens so cute

HIM HIDING BEHIND CHOP

the way he peaked out 😭

HUYANG WITH SABINES HELMET

DOES HE THINK SHE DIED

‘I told them to stay together’ :((

‘They never listen’ :/

SHADOW WARRIOR

OHEJDOSB DOEHDNEOHS WI OH

world between world looks so cool

ok actually not ready for this conversation uhhhhh

YOU LOOK OLD 💀💀

baylan Skoll my boy

IM HERE TO FINISH YOUR TRAIJIJG

he’s so close to her why am iiiiiii

snips :(

can they hug actually.

OOIEHZ F SNTHE BLUEEEEE

I WOKT FIGHT YOU

IVE HESRD THAT HEFORE SJXHSKHDKSHSKSHDKS

I KNOW SHE SAYS THAT IN REBELS WHEN HES VADER AND THE WIAGDKWBDBDKSGSKS

I never finished clone wars or got very far or seen rebels in full I can’t imagine how this feels to the big big fans are you guys ok

SENATOR ORGANA :(

jacen what do you see bby

He’s so force sensitive.

LISTEN TO YOUR SON HES LIKE YOUR HUSBAND

THE LIGHTSABERS

bro world between worlds is crazy how does this even work

THE SCOREEEEEEEE SIDHSKDHSK ITS SO DELICIOUS 🤌🏻🤌🏻

THE GHOST I love hearing it called that

JACEN HAS ABILITIES HIS FATHER KANAN WAS A JEDI WE GOR THE NAME DROP AND THE CONFIRMATION AND THE AND

ohdkshdsk not Anakin’s iconic move

I love their footsteps on the bridge(??)

oh. oh no. are we getting flashbacks.

what’s going ON

O RN SKFHSKD ITS ORDER66 ZisNT IT

holy shit. it’s the 501st and anakin leading them.

OR NOT??? What’s going on

Hayden as clone wars anakin whatsjshskhsjdg

live action ahsoka wjayskwhkshd

TEMURA????? ?:?/?

GET AEAY FEOM THE ME HIS HAND ON HERS WHCIH CLONE IS THATD SKDHKSDHSJDHSK

REXRSRXWRXRSRXWTXRREXREXREXRSRX THATS GOTTA HE REX AFORSS FROM ANI RIGHT

is that aayla too i can’t tell but that’s gotta be rex right RIGHT

ITS REXRS DJSGDKSGDKSDGSKSGGS REX MY SWEET BOY DMDHDKDHD VEISHSMSVD

this is so weird in a good way but it’s WEIRD

imsorry I’m still kinda losing it over rex.

OFJGJHHHGGHA DBA THE VADER CHANGE THE CHANGE TO VADER AND BACK TO ANAKIN theyre reallt jusf teasing

xwings are so beautiful

‘You do things your way bc you care. That’s why people like you’ that’s like the nicest thing Huyang has said

Oh wonderful 💀💀

OOOOH she’s got two sabers now

OOOOH THIS IS THE MANDALORIAN ARC I REGNOGIXE THE ARMOR

AND THEYRE THE 332ND THE CLONES THEYGE GOT THE ORANGES AND WHITE AND BLUE

REXXXXXXX NIFE WORK COMMANDER MY LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER

INLOVE HIM SO MUCH DISHDKDHDKDH

her s7 armor 🤌🏻

SIEGE OF MANDALORE YEAH YEAH YEAH

He looks SO s7/rots anakin I love this

Oh wow that shot looked very reminiscent oh the one from rots (I think form what I remember it’s been a minute)

OUIHRBS DENITS RED NOW

OOOHDBA FEKSJ THAT SHOT THATS SUCH A GOOD SHOT THEYRE LIKE SILOUHETTES WIRH THE LIGHTSABERS AND ASKDHSKDH

ENAODHWKSH THE ANAKIN TO VADER TO ANAKIN SKDHEKSHDKV STOP THIS DAVE

HIS EYES :(((

his one eye being red and the other being normal akdhskdhskdhhafsu

I know it might be the saber but also.

THEY STILL LOOK SO SITHY WHDJDID

THEYRE NORMAL YEAHHHHH

he’s gone :(

COULDNT THEYBHAVE HUGGED?????

aw she’s all tucked in <3

oh WHOA her thing is off I don’t think it’s ever been off before

not to take away from everything this episode has been so far but I really just like one scene with baylan and his daughter shin please.

heras little family :(

AWWWW AJDHAKDB CUYE LITTLR HUG LOOK AT THEM

Ahsoka cradling his head 😭

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” Love huyang

come onnn ahsoka

DOTS ARE CONNECTING

Chops “uh oh” 😭

PURRGILSSSSS

FOLLOW THOSE PURRGILS

is it two r’s or two l’s I forget

they just spawned In 💀

they’re so gross and cool at the same time

I feel like they should be following the current and not against it but. what do i know

oooh big boy

so. I don’t know what’s gone with them what is the goal here how do they work exactly

LOVE her white outfit are you KIDDING

AW THEYRE SWIMMING IN CIRCLES

do they get eaten or

ok well this is definitely going to end badly

carson 💀💀💀

CARSON

‘Kiddo’ im cool 🤠

orhskd it’s eye

looks like the mouth from nemo.

this is so insane

“I have no idea” 😭💀

THEYRE CHARGING UP TO JUMP

They way their tails light up 😭

To Marry a Vigilante: Part 5

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By the time the class landed in Gotham, Marinette and Chloé had enough. Their recorders, which were supposed to serve as damning evidence of blatant bullying, got ‘damaged’ when Lila accidentally splashed the two girls with a drink. Whatever it was, it was sticky, didn’t wash with water, and also ruined their hidden dictaphones. 

Of course, the liar made it look like it was Marinette who tripped her. The class almost hounded her, but they kept their distance not wanting to also get their clothes dirtied. Of course, Lila was occupying the bathroom for the next fifteen minutes, so when she finally left the drink already dried, making it even harder to get rid of. 

When the girls made their way out of the plane to meet with Sabine and their teacher, Lila pushed past them and came crying about how rude Marinette ruined her outfit, which was supposedly incredibly expensive. None of the intelligent people bothered to try and point out that it was cheap mass-produced junk. Alix was visibly conflicted, but also did not speak up in the end. 

“Marinette. I expected better of…” The teacher started, but then she saw both girls were hit worse than Lila, who cleaned most of it in the bathroom. 

“Sweetie…” Sabine started to rethink if a simple murder wouldn’t solve their problem.

“Don’t worry Maman. I can probably salvage it once we ret… get to Damian’s” Mari corrected herself. Luckily, it seemed like nobody caught her slip of tongue. 

“Ugh! Not that creep.” Alya complained. “He gives me shivers.” 

Mari glared at her former friend. She wanted to say something, but her teacher urged them to move. They were put into a small lounge. Marinette, of course, had to run them through a safety course, for reasons. She still did her best, as Gotham earned its reputation as the World’s Capital of Crime. 

When they were finally cleared and the class left the airport, there was a bus waiting, ready to take them to the hotel. Marinette and Chloé were about to board when a limousine pulled next to them. 

“Angel, Bourgeoise…” He greeted the girls. “Since you’ll be staying with us, my father decided to send a proper escort.”

The class stared in disbelief. The guy with a sword was loaded? It definitely looked like it from the car. 

“I bet his gramps just works as a driver and borrowed his work car,” Lila whispered to Alya and suddenly everyone was repeating the lie. “Or maybe even stole it…” 

A blade was suddenly pressed into Lila’s neck, a hair width away from drawing blood

“Tt. I will tolerate many things, but if you try to insult Alfred one more time, your end will be painful.” The class backed away in fear. Marinette immediately went to try and drag the boy away from a very pale Lila, but he wouldn’t budge. “Am. I. Clear?”

Lila was too paralyzed to answer, so he pressed the blade further. Now it was in contact with her skin and a moment of inattention could have fatal consequences. “Am. I. Clear?” He seethed.

“Yes…” She managed to whisper. 

“Tt. Good.” He sheathed his blade just as two security guards came outside to check the commotion. 

“Arrest him! He tried to murder Lila!” Alya immediately screamed. 

“No. If I did, she would be dead. I only explained certain values.” Damian deadpanned. 

The two guards looked between the class and visibly angry Damian Wayne and scratched their heads. They could report it, but they only had the word of some foreigners against the word of the son of the First Citizen of Gotham who was also the fifth richest man in the world. The cameras here stopped working, hence they came out to check what happened. 

“Children. We should be going or we’ll miss lunch at the hotel,” their teacher urged. That was enough for the guards. If the chaperone did not press charges, they wouldn’t bother. 

“But… But…” 

“Lila. Be a bigger person here and apologize to Damian.” Sabine grinned. 

“But he…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” The woman cut her off. “You must show our host some respect.”

“I didn’t…” The glare Sabine sent her and the murderous expression on Damian’s face made the words freeze in her throat. “Fine. I’m sorry Damien.”

“Tt.” Was the boy’s only response. 

Marinette and Chloé were about to leave when Rose protested. “Why are they not going with us to the hotel!?”

“Because as one of the host families, I’m allowed to welcome the students I choose to my house for the stay.” Damian did not care enough to elaborate more. Instead, he just jumped into the back seat of the Limousine. The girls followed, with Chloé going as far as sticking her tongue at the class. 

Once the doors closed and Alfred started the engine, Damian lowered the windshield and leaned outside. “By the way, it’s Damian. Damian W…” He didn’t get to finish because Marinette covered his mouth with her hand and dragged him inside. The windshield closed. 

When the car entered the main road, the girl finally let him go. 

“What was that about, Habibti?” He glared at her. 

“You were about to reveal that you’re the Damian Wayne.” She accused him.

“Tt. It’s time that liar learns who she’s dealing with.”

“It would only blow up in our faces. She would make it worse for all of us, including your family.” Seeing that both her best friend and her husband (still hard to get used to) were looking at her with no small amount of curiosity, she elaborated. “Damian Wayne is supposedly her ‘ultimate price’ from this exchange. She will want to sink her claws into you with all her skill.”

“Tt. She can try.” He huffed. His hand instinctively went to his sword. 

“You do know you are quite murderous for a Robin?” Chloé quipped.

“And you’re bratty for a lady.” 

“Bird-brain.”

“That’s Drake. Spoiled princess.”

“Daddy can afford it so why not? Trained monkey.”

“Grayson. Try harder. Talentless heiress.”

“I’m helping Marinette start her own company. Emo McBroodyPants.”

“Where did you even get that one?”

“I read.” She huffed. “And looks like I won.”

“Tt. As if.”

Marinette just sat back and watched her best friend and lover bicker there and back. It was nice that they were warming up to one another…

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When Sabine finally arrived at the Manor, she was dead on her feet. Alfred was, of course, waiting for her at the entrance.

“Eventful day, Madame?”

“Don’t.” She cut him off.

“I assume it went worse than anticipated then?”

“Where is Tom?”

“Master Tom is in the kitchen. He decided to prepare some baked goods for the afternoon.”

Sabine stormed to the kitchen where she found her husband. He was clearly busy preparing the dough. After a quick greeting, she went to help him. 

“That bad?”

“Worse.” She sighed. “I really don’t understand that woman. How… She cut me whenever I tried to rein those monsters in.”

“Oh… Hand me the pin.” He interrupted himself. Sabine gave him the item, which she already had in hand when he started speaking. 

“I’m not sure if I can survive until school starts again. And even then there will be occasional afternoon trips. If it continues, I might just… I will get a jam. You did bring it?”

“I’ve put it on the counter,” Tom replied while still preparing the dough. “And don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll get better.”

“I hope so…”

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In the evening, Marinette, Chloé, and Sabine were introduced to the Batcave. It was indeed impressive, but Sabine was mostly interested in the training ring. She would lie if she didn’t want to test herself against the famous Batman. And she didn’t fancy committing crimes to do so. Well, for now. The class was making it more and more appealing.

“So you’re the girl that tamed Robin?” A redhead in a wheelchair rolled over to Marinette. 

“Tt. Shut up, Gordon.” Damian managed to spend a beautiful afternoon without any teasing from his family. Sadly, nothing could last forever.

“Come on baby bird. After the show you gave us on Christmas Eve, you can’t expect us to just drop it.” Dick was there, smiling cockily. 

“As much as I too want to tease that couple, I hoped for some sparring matches.” Sabine decided to save the teens. For now.

“Well, Madame, I’m happy to oblige.”

“Who’s with you?” She asked once Nightwing entered the ring.

“Um… I didn’t think you wanted a team match?” He replied, slightly confused. 

“No, no. I just thought I would have some challenge.” She smiled brightly. She was dressed in a dark-pink judoka and wooden sandals. 

“I… want.” Cass chimed in. She gracefully jumped into the ring before turning to Dick. “Alone.”

“Of course Sweetie. But I won’t go easy on you.” 

“Did not… expected.” 

The two women watched one another, neither moving from their spots. Both seemed relaxed but ready to react. Cass was first to start circling, with Sabine following. Neither could find any obvious flaws to exploit. Finally, Sabine lunged forward, only to jump to the side before getting in Cassandra’s range. The girl didn’t lose the bit and with a quick spin kicked her aunt, only to be deflected. Sabine tried to capitalize on the opening, but Cass followed her failed kick with another, launching herself in the air. Her target ducked low before trying to deliver an upper-cut punch toward the flying girl. It did connect, serving to push her back. She used the momentum to get some distance before landing on her hands and doing a double backward cartwheel and ending in a ready stance. 

“Not bad, Cassandra. I’m impressed. That boy would probably already be crying on the floor.” Sabine smiled genuinely. There was no need for banter between them. 

“Weakling.” The girl blew Dick a raspberry. 

Two women watched each other for a moment. This time, it was Sabine who initiated the actual fight. She delivered three quick punches that Cass blocked, but it created a small opening. She tried to deliver a side-kick to the girl’s head, but her opponent had the same idea. 

Their legs clashed by the shins. Sabine landed her leg firmly on the ground, but Cass once more lunged in the air, trying to use the momentum. She did two more kicks that her aunt blocked before she tried to put the older woman in a grip. Sabine, seeing the attempt, jumped back and tried to grab Cassandra’s hand, but instead, the girl spun around, delivering a powerful kick to Sabine’s side. 

The woman felt the kick, but she used the opportunity to timely grab her opponent’s foot and twist it. Cass, to avoid an injury, also had to spin in the air. She managed to attempt a kick before falling on her stomach. Her kick did force Sabine to let go of the foot to avoid having her head hurt. The girl quickly jumped on her feet, just in time to block an open-palm strike, which was followed with a kick. She did not get to respond, because Sabine made a low-sweep. Cass jumped in the air, only to find herself pushed away by another open-palm strike that, this time, connected with her chest, pushing the air out of her lungs. 

The woman followed Cass in the air, so she did not get a chance to stand up before getting pinned and rotated on her stomach. The grip that Sabine used effectively made it almost impossible to get out of before her aunt delivered a mock game-ending strike to her head. 

When Sabine stood up and helped her niece, both were panting heavily. It did not affect the accuracy with which the older of them made a back-kick, right below Jason’s belt. 

“Next time you try to sneak on either of us I will hit harder.” Sabine didn’t even bother to turn around and watch how the man curled on the floor, crying. “Good fight.” She focused her gaze on Cass, who blushed slightly.

“I lost.” 

“Well, depends on the criteria. You got the first hit, which is often decisive. And an achievement.” The woman cheered her with a broad smile on her face. Cassandra couldn’t help but also smile. “We could both use some more practice. I definitely would’ve taken you when I caught your foot and if you capitalized on the initial advantage you could’ve ended the fight.”

“It is an honor… training… with you.”

“Thank you, my dear. I also enjoyed it.” Sabine then turned to the gobsmacked group. The fight must have looked more impressive than she thought. 

“Did you just… defeat Cass in less than five minutes…?” Tim asked, unable to form a smooth sentence.

“Well, Sandra always said that I was the better one in unarmed combat. She does rock with swords though. And you should’ve seen her in that club in Tokyo. She’s definitely the dancer of the family, or rather was. I enjoy Cass’s ballet more.”

The great moment was interrupted by Batman speaking to everyone over the comms. 

“Suit up. We’ve got a hostage situation at Gotham Plaza.”

“For the love of Kwami… Please tell me it’s not my class.” Marinette groaned. 

“Tt. Of course it’s them.” Damian pulled his phone, showing her a live feed from the news helicopter. On the rooftop, there was a clearly visible group of teenagers, surrounded by goons with guns aimed at them. Near the edge stood a guy in a two-color suit. Half white and half black, with a red and black tie to complete the mad image. Half of his face was badly damaged and purple. 

“If Batman doesn’t show here to save his precious sidekick soon, we shall see if the little birdie can actually fly.”

Everyone who met Lila groaned. 

“I assume we can’t just let him deal with her?” Marinette asked hopefully.

“Sadly, Angel, it would be bad for our image.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“The two of you are sitting this out.” Batman walked into the cave, already in his suit. “We can’t risk any of them recognizing you two and it’s too early for Ladybug and Chat to appear. It would be too easy to associate their appearance with you two coming to Gotham.”

Seeing Damian’s irritated face, Marinette decided to intervene before she had a fight on her hands “Let’s do a movie night. I’m sure you have a theatre room somewhere in here.” 

Immediately, the boy brightened. “No Bourgeoise?”

“I think Chloé has other plans for the evening.” She nodded toward where the blonde was talking excitedly with Cass, trying to convince her to train her.

“Good.” Damian offered his hand and the two left the cave.

“Damn! I didn’t get the chance to tease him about the proposal.” Jason looked really dejected. 

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Masterlist // Next

Super napped

Requested by  WallyandDick

I hope this is what you wanted.

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Tim was doing his work in his office in WE. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept for 3 days. He and his girl-friend, Marinette Dupain Cheng often sleep cuddling together but she had gone to Paris and he couldn't sleep. She was supposed to come today. He was considering calling her when his office phone started ringing. He answered it.

The voice of the receptionist came through," Sir, Mr. Drake!"

The message sounded urgent, "Yes I'm here-"

"Sir a man with blonde hair came here demanding to see you, I told him that he needs an appointment. He asked me for the directions and ran straight towards your office."

Just in time, the door flew open and indeed a blonde man with messy hair came through, "Adrien?"

The security guards lifted him up from the floor. He struggled against their hold.

"Put him down," Tim said alarmed.

"But Mr. Drake-"

"He's a friend." They nodded and released him.

"You can go."They left at that.

Adrien ran up to him, he could see the panic in his eyes, "Mari is Super-napped."

Tim's eyes widened in fear," Mari is super- Wait, what do you mean?"

Adrien frantically gestured with his hands," Mari is a super-heroine and she is kidnapped by a super-villain, so she's super-napped."

Tim just stared at him, "You are making puns? Even at a time like this? Who do I need to skin?"

Adrien huffed," We just landed when we tried to take our luggage a man with a big sack on his head, demanded Tim Drake's girlfriend and she threw herself at him. Just like every time."

"You didn't stop her." Tim frantically collected his things and called the emergency number of the family.

"She was gone before I tried!" Adrien defended.

"Code Red, Mari is kidnapped by the scarecrow," Tim said on the phone, probably to Barbara.

They both ran to the Manor. Everyone had already arrived at the cave.

"We need to work faster or she will end up killing him!!!" Jason shouted.

"I am tracking her. This is their location." Barbara said.

"Let's go. We will need everyone." Bruce said.

They soon left for the location. When they arrived they heard screams and shouting from inside.

"Oh no!!" Dick said.

"That imbecile will not know what hit him," Damian said, scowling.

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When a man with a sack on her head, demanded her, she went to him and stepped on his foot hard and then kicked him in the shin, he groaned in pain. Two goons ran up to her but then the world became blurry. She touched her head and brought her hand near her eyes, BLOOD! Then she passed out.

When she woke up the sack man, Scarecrow she remembered, she hadn't yet encountered him as a ladybird, kicked her in her face. "Take that bitch. I will use my new and improved fear formula on you and see you scream in fear."

She felt a needle prick on her neck. She saw her biggest fear.

Her parents were laying on the floor, eyes wide open and lifeless, blood dripping from their heads. There stood Liar Rossi with the bottle in her hands with their blood. She was feeling someone kick her and they were her ex-classmates, screaming at her.

"Slut."

"Selfish."

"Liar."

"Bully."

"Attention whore."

And whatnot but then there he was, Tim, standing. But he was not Tim. It was his corpse and it was not standing, it was hanging staring at her with its lifeless eyes. She turned her head to see her friends, her family lying dead on the floor. Chloe's skull was smashed. One eye of Kagami was gauged out. The Waynes were barely recognizable. Then she heard a snap, she turned her head just in time to see Gabriel throwing the body of a dead Adrien on the ground, "I took everything from you, just like you took everything from me, you pathetic child. If it weren't for you, I would have got the miraculous, you pathetic children."

She growled tears streaming down her face and attacked him, her old classmates tried to stop her but she just beat him until he was not moving. She felt a hand on her arm and she threw the person to the pile where her ex-classmates were piled, unmoving.

She fought for what felt like hours, she had many bruises but she didn't stop. She will not give up until her last breath.

A person restrained her as one injected her with something. She tried to set herself free but the grip was too strong. Then everything went dark.

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When they finally reached the godown, she was beating scarecrow to pulp, all the goons were piled on aside. Scarecrow was trying to get free but she wasn't giving him a chance. She was injured, it looked like she had clawed herself.

Red Robin ran up to her and grabbed her shoulder gently, only for her to throw him off her. She was screaming, growling, crying all at the same time.

It took all of them to fight her. None of them were able to get close to her. Her eyes were glowing blue. They fought for hours. All of them were injured, even Batman. They had to call help from the supers. Clark and Jon came in after a few minutes. She was even able to bruise Clark and Jon had a split lip. Probably the guardian magic was seeping out of her.

Clark restrained her after an hour-long fight. Jon quickly injected the antidote. Then she blacked out. They carried her to the hospital.

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When Marinette woke up, she was in a white room and was wearing a white hospital gown? When her vision cleared, she looked here and there to see that she was indeed in a hospital room. Tim was sitting beside her holding her hand. When she turned her head to him, he shouted, "Nettie you are awake."

At that, all the family including Adrien, Chloe, Kagami, and her parents came in.

"You are alright." Her voice broke as she cried.

They all scooped her into a hug.

"Don't you ever do that again, Pixie?"

"That was very stubborn."

"Cupcake, that was reckless."

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous."

"That was very reckless of you, Mari-hime."

"We thought we'd lost you Nettie." Everyone was crying.

Her mother and father said, "Never do that again young lady, it took all the bats, superman and superboy to save you."

Marinette froze and so did the Waynes and her friends.

Tim gestured them to go. They all went outside, still in tears.

"What happened?"

".........."

"What happened Tim, answer me!!!"

"You were under the influence of the serum. We tried to inject the antidote but you were too powerful, you were using your magic.......So we had to call Clark and Jon after two hours. Your magic gave them a few bruises but we were able to give you the antidote. You were severely injured. It took you 5 days to recover." He said, not meeting her eyes.

"I hurt you." She started sobbing loudly.

He hugged her, "No it was Scarecrow's fault Nettie, you were under the serum's influence, it's not your fault."

"But-"

"Shhhh. You were trying to protect us. Not to hurt us. It's not your fault."He tried to shush her comforting her.

She sobbed as he hugged her.

"I love you Nettie."

"I love you too Tim-Tam."

They cried themselves to sleep.

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That's it. Hope you liked it wad. I used Tom and Sabine to relay the information cause they didn't know the Waynes are the Bats.

Lila and Gabriel are in jail. Where they deserve to be.

Yes, Damian called her stubborn. He cares for her.

LOVE,

JASMEHRAJ.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

Marinette is looking at the steam rising from her mug as it twists and turns in the air. She can feel the heat from the mug burning her skin. Her eyes run over her red, irritated fingertips. A pile of cookies lies untouched on a plate between where she’s sitting and where her mom is sitting. Neither of them can figure out if the cookies were made by Sabine or Tom so neither of them could work up the appetite to eat.

It was 10 pm and the silence was filling the spaces between them to the point where it felt like they couldn’t move. Her mother who had been all action before this- calling local law enforcement and their funeral home- was now slumped in her chair, seemingly mesmerized by how her tea bag rested in her cup. The tinkle of the bell in the storefront ripples off the walls and causes both of them to jump out of their seats. Chat Noir, quickly sensing how quiet it is, cringes before hesitatingly cracking the door to the kitchen open. He peaks in the room.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to disturb,” he says, cringing. Sabine plasters on a polite smile, which would have been much more authentic had her eyes not been bloodshot.

“Please come in Chat Noir, you know you’re always welcome.” Chat Noir holds the door open with one hand and plays with the nape of his neck with the other.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude. I just wanted to check on Mari,” Chat says, looking over Marinette. She gives him a small smile.

“Would you like some tea Chat? Cookies?” Marinette asks, already getting up to prepare him a cup.

“No, Mari, you don’t have to-” Chat says, stepping into the kitchen finally. Marinette looks at him, teapot held tightly in her hand, eyes quickly getting glossy. Chat quickly understands that this is something she needs him to say ‘yes’ to. “Yeah, okay. Tea sounds good.” 

“Why don’t you come sit by me, Chat?” Sabine asks, patting the seat next to her. It grows silent again as Marinette begins pouring hot water into Chat’s mug. Chat drums his fingers against the table, looking down so that his bangs are obscuring his eyes. 

“I just-” Marinette pauses as she pours and Sabine looks at Chat attentively. “I just want to apologize. I wish I could have done more for your husband,” Chat says, looking directly at Sabine. Marinette swears she feels her heart throb inside her chest. Sabine bites her lip, her eyes watering immediately. She rubs a hand over Chat’s and smiles weakly at him.

“I’m happy someone was with him in his final moments,” she says. Marinette immediately feels like she was standing on unsteady ground. She sways and the mug slips from her hand. She tries to grab it before it falls but her hand meets nothing but scalding hot water. The cup shatters at her feet causing piping hot water to inflame the skin of her exposed shins. She screams out.

“Shit!” she says. Chat’s in front of her immediately, hoisting her onto the counter. She drops her head into her hands, palms digging into her stinging eyes. Her face is hot and she feels her tears sting against her newly burned hand. “I’m sorry,” she cries. 

“Hey,” she hears Chat gently whisper from where he’s kneeling in front of her. He takes her wrists gently in both hands and moves them. He looks at her, his large green eyes intense in the kitchen light. “It’s just a broken mug, okay?”

Marinette nods but her throat is still painfully tight. She knows she wants to cry more.

“Can I see your palm?” Chat asks. She nods again. He gently turns her wrist in his hand. She looks down at the bright red blotch on her skin. Chat sucks his teeth. His hand moves lightly over the skin on her shin. She hisses. 

“Sabine, do you have any ointment we can apply to these burns?” Sabine is already standing by him with a bottle. Chat looks at her and Marinette’s sure his brows were raised beneath that mask. Sabine must sense it too because she shrugs.

“We work in a bakery. Burns aren’t uncommon.”

Chat nods and twists open the cap. He delicately rubs the cream onto the red skin of Marinette’s shin. She stares at the top of his head. He must sense her gaze because suddenly he looks up at her, pinning her with his luminescent green eyes. Marinette lets out a breath when he continues to rub her shins while maintaining eye contact. Her face stings with heat. Chat’s lips part, just enough for Marinette to see his teeth and she’s struck by a warmth that explodes in her chest and stretches its fingers to her extremities. She moves her shins out of his hand.

“Thank you.” Chat Noir nods, standing up from his kneeling position. 

“Would you like my help with anything?” Chat asks Sabine, who’s been watching the two silently.

“No, that’s okay Chat. Thank you,” Marinette answers for her mother, mindlessly placing her palms on the counter in order to propel herself off. She hisses instantly. Chat moves to grab her, but she moves out the way. “I think we’ll be heading to bed soon.”

“Oh-okay, well if you need me-”

“I’ll call!” Marinette chirps, grabbing the ointment from his hands. Chat arches his eyebrows again then looks at Sabine. She smiles at him politely.

“Okay, whenever you need me.” Chat puts his hand under Marinette’s chin and forces her to look up at him. “For anything, okay?”

Marinette nods breathlessly.  Chat holds her gaze long enough to convince himself that she was being honest. He nods and removes his hand from her face.

“That goes for you too Sabine,” Chat says, pointing at her mom. Sabine smiles.

“Would you like to take some cookies before you go?” Sabine asks, moving the untouched plate towards him. Chat smiles. “You know the answer is almost always yes,” Chat says, grabbing two cookies. Sabine giggles and hands him a paper bag to place his cookies in. 

Marinette can feel the suffocating silence trickle in after the door closes behind Chat Noir. Sabine must feel it too because she clears her throat.

“Are you staying here tonight?” she asks. Marinette shudders at the thought of her empty apartment.

“Yeah. I think so.”

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Marinette is drying her hair with a towel when she walks to her parent’s bedroom. She’s standing outside the open door. The only light in the room is the one tricking in from the hallway and the one from the computer monitor in the corner of the room. Her mom has her pjs in her hand. She’s standing in front of the made up bed with a far away look in her eyes. Marinette feels her heart constrict.

“Hey mom,” she says softly. Her mom jumps, dropping the pjs on the bed. She places a hand over her heart.

“I didn’t see you,” her mom says. 

“Sorry. I was just wondering if you wanted me to sleep with you tonight?” Marinette asks. Sabine’s eyes instantly water. She nods quickly.

“Only if you want to,” she says. Marinette smiles and moves the covers off of her dad’s side of the bed. 

“Your bed was always much more comfortable than mine.”

Her mom smiles gratefully and goes to the bathroom to change into her pajamas. Marinette is under the covers by the time her mom settles into her side. Her mom’s back is turned to her. Marinette looks at the ceiling. The silence settles heavily on them. Marinette feels it weighing down on her lungs. She turns to her mom’s back, staring at how her black strands glow blue in the moonlight.

“Mom?”

“Yes honey,” her mom says without turning around. Marinette’s throat closes up.

“Do you blame me for not being there with Dad?” she asks. Her mom stays silent for a moment. It starts to feel really suffocatingly hot under the sheets. A tear falls from Marinette’s left eye and slithers over the bump of her nose, finally wetting the pillow beneath her. 

“I just wish he would have seen one of us,” Sabine says quietly. Marinette bites her lip hard and wraps her arms tightly around herself. 

At 3 am, when her mother’s rhythmic breathing assures her that she’s asleep, Marinette lifts the sheet.

“Spots on,” she says, once she’s at a far enough distance to know she won’t wake up her mom. Not  too long after she’s flying off the roof of her home into the Parisian night. She doesn’t know where she’s going until she’s in front of his apartment building. 

When I See You Again (I'll Tell You All About It)

A/N: Whoo-hoo! This is probably my longest fic ever and the first one for the Life-Link Universe. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Anyway, there are some hints at what happened, but the next fic will be about Ezra and Dume. Sorry, I can’t figure out how to do cuts and the formatting’s probably awful. Enjoy! ~Five Days Post-Endor~ In some ways Sabine did miss the Ghost, she hadn’t been back much since she decided to stay on Lothal. She had returned for the final battle, the final push against the Empire. In some ways the warrior couldn’t process the Empire being defeated. It had been in power for almost all her life and she couldn’t remember a time before it. She stretched and shut off the holo-map, she had her next steps planned out. Now she had to tell everybody, it was time to bring Ezra home. She slipped from her old room out into the familiar hall, automatically her feet took her to the galley. Hera was sitting at the table, sipping caf from reading through reports, Zeb was moving around the kitchen cooking, Alex was sitting in the old woven chair reading something, probably a report, and Rex was holding Jacen and telling him a story. Sabine couldn’t help but smile when she heard the tail end of it, “...and your older brother, being the Jedi he is, convinced the old clankers to fight the Empire.” This resulted in a quite giggle from the child. “There ya are!” Zeb said, turning around with bowls of thick stew balanced on a tray. He set it down on the table and Hera smiled and set her work aside, “Thank you, Zeb.” Everybody took a bowl and settled down to eat. A few bites in, she announced, “I’m going to find Ezra. I’ve narrowed down some planets and areas based on hyperspace lanes and trajectories. I think if we work in teams we-” “Sabine!” Hera interrupted harshly, “It’s useless! Ezra is dead!” “Actually we don’t know that,” Alex chimed in from over his soup bowl, “Ezra is quite resourceful and a survivor.” “No,” and now the Twi’lek looked a combination of sad, hurt, and angry, “he was dying from the moment Kanan died.” Silence reigned for a few heartbeats while they processed the revelation. “Hera, what do you mean?” Sabine had rarely seen Zeb this quiet and subdued. “Ezra and Kanan shared a Life-Link. I-I don’t know much, Kanan told me most of what he knew about them.” She looked up from her lap, “You know that Force Sensitives can’t be alone, right? Well, a Life-Link is very grounding and beneficial to the Linkmates, but it’s also dangerous. Linkmates become dependant on each other for that grounding they need, they’re stronger, but it comes at a cost. T-they can’t be grounded by anybody else, if one dies…” the pilot fiddled with her sleeves, “the other one follows shortly afterward.” Sabine sat in shock, before her rage and grief boiled back to the surface. She slammed her hands down and everybody jumped, “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? Why did you all keep this from us?” She nearly screamed, “You let us all hold on to false hope! This was vital information and you didn’t tell us!” “Sabine, I’m sorry. I thought -” Hera began. “You thought. Oh, you thought keeping this from us was a good thing! You let Ezra do all that Force stuff, knowing that IT WAS ACTIVELY KILLING HIM!” Jacen was now pressed firmly against Rex with a distressed look on his face. Hera stood up and left the room at practically a run. They sat in pained silence for what felt like eternity, until finally Rex broke the silence, “Ezra knew he was dying, that’s the only thing that makes sense. Except for his last message, he didn’t say a final goodbye. He said he couldn’t wait to come back. That doesn’t sound like somebody about to die.” It was a tiny sliver of hope, but she was willing to cling to that. ~One year Post-Endor~ Sabine was surprised when she received the call from Hera she was half tempted to decline the call. However, she steeled herself and flicked on the comm. She didn’t talk, but Hera started in, “I want to invite you on a rescue mission.” The Mandalorian raised an eyebrow, but let Hera continue. “One of our informants disappeared, leaving only a distress signal. I want,” she sighed, “I want you to come help us find them. I know you’re angry at me and you have every right to be, but I want to do this. To try and fix this.” Sabine was silent for a minute and she thought it through. “I’ll come if Zeb, Alex, and Rex come along.” Hera looked relieved and happy, “I’m sending you the coordinates to roundevue with the Ghost and the Starcatcher. I’ll see you soon.” The connection was cut and Sabine was left with her thoughts. A rescue mission for a Rebellion Informant. Odd, weren’t most of those recalled? There were still some small pockets of the Imperial forces, but not enough to warrant an informant. Unless there was something else going on. There must be something that Hera wasn’t telling her or Hera didn’t even know. If somebody was deep undercover they must be after a big problem. She threw her extra supplies into her bag and hit the button to take the elevator to the bottom of the old comm tower. The Starbird stood ready for her and in a few minutes she was in space again. The roundevue was in orbit over Naboo. Sabine docked with the Starcatcher frigate and exited her ship. A soldier was waiting for her, “Commander Wren, follow me, please. Admiral Syndulla is waiting for you.” Sabine raised an eyebrow, but followed the man anyway. ‘You couldn’t come meet me yourself, Hera?’ She was mildly miffed Hera hadn’t come for her, but she supposed they were still on thin ice. When they arrived in the war room Hera was already looking at a layout map of some building, Zeb was talking in a low voice with Alex, and Rex was standing across the holotable from Hera keeping the projection under a scrutinizing gaze. ---------- The lack of resistance was unexpected. Not that Sabine was actually complaining, she just thought there would be more if this agent was so deeply undercover there would be more soldiers. She turned down the hallway and came to a stop at a door. She opened up the panel and rewired the lock. The door slid open with a quiet *woosh* and she stepped in. There was no need to adjust to the darkness, her helmet automatically did that for her. Sabine stopped short on the threshold of the cell. Understating it? Unexpected. In actual terms? Completely and utterly shocking. The figure in the cell was sitting on the bench, leaning against the wall. He was dressed in a tattered uniform an obvious blaster wound to his left side. But, Sabine would recognize that face and blue hair anywhere. Ezra Bridger was alive. Sabine flicked on her comm, nearly breathless, “I found the informant. I need help, he’s injured.” “On my way.” Zeb’s reply was short and punctuated. The Mandalorian rushed forward, “Ezra? Ezra can you hear me?” She reached out to check his pulse and he jumped a little at her touch. Blue eyes locked on to her hazily. “What?!” Both flinched at Zeb’s sudden voice. “That can’t be Ezra!” “Zeb, we don’t have time. Grab him!” Suddenly, the wall to her right wavered and a huge white Loth-wolf leapt through. It locked on to Ezra and shoved past Sabine to gently nuzzle him. “What is that doing here?” Zeb asked. The white-furred beast turned to stare at them and then moved back, allowing Zeb to step forward and scoop Ezra up. The human groaned quietly, but otherwise didn’t protest. They turned and charged out of the cell. “Hera, fire up. We’re coming in hot!” The Imperials stood no chance, as the wolf tossed them like rag dolls. They rushed past Rex and Kallus up into the Ghost. “Hera, go!” The ship shuddered as they barreled through the defenses and out into space. Zeb laid Ezra out on the floor of the bay. He had two blaster wounds; one to the gut and one to his left shin. The Loth-wolf crouched down to gently press its nose against Ezra’s scarred cheek. Alex dropped into a crouch. He pulled out the scissors and cut away the fabric from around wounds. “I don’t know how much longer he’ll last. He might die.” The comm came back online, “We’re docking.” ----------------- Ezra considered going back to sleep. Hera was trying to drill Dume, which was hilarious considering that Dume couldn’t fully verbalize. ‘Haha, stop laughing and YOU try.’ Ezra groaned and pushed himself up, ignoring the dull ache in his abdominal region and his left leg. The ache meant that he was nearly healed , but the faint pain might last a little while longer. “Ugh, well, I blew my cover, but whatever.” It took less then a second for Hera to swing around. “Ezra! How are you alive? Where is Kanan?!” Ezra yelped in surprise and as the world winked out around him and the Ghost’s galley burst into view all he could think was, ‘Kriff it. I thought I finally had control over that.’ He was sitting on the table and a young kid with green hair had stopped eating a bowl of ice cream to stare at him. “Erm, hello?” The kid stared at him for a moment and then replied with, “So, you’re Ezra?” “Yes, I am.” “Could you get off the table? You can have some ice cream.” Ezra grinned and slipped of the table before grabbing a spoon and taking the offered ice cream. “You seem pretty relaxed about me appearing out of nowhere. What’s your name?” The boy, who appeared about six, shrugged. “You are supposed to be dead and I’m Jacen.” “Fair point, kid.” -------------- “Toolld youuu.” The wolf grumbled. “I didn’t think you meant jump in that way.” --------------- They had moved to the Ghost’s main cargo hold to talk. Ezra was sitting on one of the crates with a blanket wrapped around him and nibbling on a ration bar. The huge Loth-wolf sat right behind him resting it's large head on top of Ezra's. He was leaning back against the beast’s chest and the end of it’s tail resting in his lap. “Why can't we talk in the galley?” Hera asked. Ezra gave a small grin, “Because Achal here is being clingy again. Do you honestly think he would fit?” The wolf huffed almost annoyed and swatted it's fluffy tail against Ezra's side. Ezra snickered, “You have more questions.” Hera took a deep breathe, “How are you alive? You should be dead.” Ezra raised an eyebrow, “The shooting or Kanan dying? Because those are two different questions.” Hera rushed in barely after he finished, “You should have been dead for five years now. How are you alive? *If you're alive then where is Kanan?*” Sabine could see the tiny finch. It was small, but otherwise Ezra looked unaffected. “After the purgill dropped out of hyperspace I was dying. Achal found me and created a Link to save my life. Kanan is gone Hera and he can't come back. And before you ask, apparently being Linked to a Force Wolf means teleporting and quicker healing.” The young man grinned at them, “Blame him.” He said gesturing up at the wolf. Achal rolled his eyes and snorted. Ezra was lying and Sabine knew this. That's not how Links worked. Which meant that either Kanan was alive or Kanan and Achal were the same thing. She wasn't going to address that openly, Ezra wouldn't lie without reason. Then Rex chimed in, “What was your reasoning for not telling us you were alive?” Ezra turned his head to look at the veteran, which was hilarious since the wolf's head turned with his. “Long story short? Palpatine knew who I was and was out to get me. I couldn't come back until he was gone or that Sith would have come for you. I did it to protect you.” This did not soothe Hera, “You didn't think to contact us? At least let us know you were alive?” The Twi’lek nearly shouted and the Lothal native pulled back in surprise with a slight look of shame. Achal growled and lifted his left leg and placed the paw in front of Ezra, so that he was nearly tucked under the wolf. “Hey! I'm fine!” He said, trying to free himself. “I'm sorry, but I couldn't risk anybody knowing I was alive, but I'm here now, aren't I?” Sabine smiled, “It's good to have you back.” Ezra grinned, “Let's go back to Lothal, I haven't been home in a while.” Sure, there were new adjustments to be made, but one of their own was home; and that, made everything a little better.