(A/N) There area couple of different reasons for me writing this. One, I watched the entirety of Star Wars Rebels recently and I really wanted to see this happen, even if I knew it never would. Because of that I got into the Rebels fandom trying to find someone who had written what I wanted. I found many, many good ones from Authors like RagnarDanneskjold, Lothcat1138 and SweetSinger2010, but none were really what I had in mind. I did however find one story by WestwardGlance (Many good ones there actually, I urge you to go read those stories) called Seeing Clearly that fit what I wanted, but it was only a oneshot and occurred in what I would say is the middle of the story. So, I decided to write my own.

Reason two actually has to do with my other story, Disturbed Reflections, which I actually haven't updated since September. I feel bad about that, but I've been having a bit of some writer block. Writing such a dark story can become a bit of a drag after a while. In any case, I am hoping that this fic will help me get back into writing. So, rest assured anybody who wants to see that story updated, I haven't abandoned or replaced it, I'm just trying to get the writing juices going again. I have also started a pole because I'm curious as to how you all want Disturbed Reflections to end, so if you have been reading that story I encourage you to go and vote.

Along those same lines, I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with Disturbed Reflections. DR is mostly an action story and I feel that though I've done the action and story arcs well for the most part, I don't know if I can say the same for some of the surprises I have in store and I don't think I have written interesting arcs for the characters themselves. So, for this story, I wanted to focus more on the characters rather than the action. There will still probably be some however because let's face it, this is Star Wars and I'm writing it.

I honestly do not know how long this story will go on for. I have a few ideas as to where to take this, especially in the beginning, but I hope to include you guys in the writing of this story. If there is a prompt that you guys want me to write in regards to this story please feel free to suggest it. The plot to this fic is not set in stone at all so suggestions on where to go next are appreciated.

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Ezra stared up at the ceiling of his tower while laying on his bed. He was bored out of his mind. He almost wished he was lost in the unknown regions again. At least then there had always been something to do.

He smirked a little as he remembered the blue skinned alien who had once been his bitter enemy, but could now be considered a friend and ally. Though he'd spent almost a month in the brig of the Chimera after the 7th fleet had finally exited hyperspace, he and the Chiss admiral had eventually agreed to work together in order to survive once it was realized that the Empire had abandoned them to their own devices. It had been a rather unpopular decision among the fleet until the news of Alderan's destruction by a superweapon known as the Death Star had come to light. It proved to be the last transmission the fleet would accept. Many of the Storm Troopers in the fleet had friends and family on the planet and the realization that Lothal was now a prime target for the weapon had sparked a quick, but decisive civil war among the fleet, ending with a clear victory in favour of the rebellion.

That was the beginning of just over six years of fighting for survival as an alien species known as the Grysk had begun to hunt them down. With the combination of the ex-imperial forces, Thrawn's tactical mind and Ezra's force abilities, they had endured until Sabine and Ahsoka of all people had found them, bringing with them a map back to known space, providing an escape for Ezra, Thrawn and the ex-imperials.

Thrawn had returned to the Chiss Ascendency while the rest had escaped back to known space, bringing with them information about this new threat. Thanks to the Grand Admiral's brilliant mind, they now had in idea about the Grysk's tactics, ships numbers, and a rough estimate as to where their home world was, information that could be invaluable to the survival of both the New Republic and the Chiss.

Now, he'd been home for almost two months and he was starting to get restless. Sure, the first few weeks had been interesting. There had been reunions with the crew of the Ghost and some of his friends and allies from the rebellion on the first day. Even Hondo had showed up. He'd met Jacen for the first time. The child was so cute and he was saddened to know he missed out on the first five years of the little guy's life. Then had come the amusing part when Sabine realized that his tower that she had restored and been living out of only had one bed. Like a gentleman he had offered to sleep in the Gauntlet. He was used to living in a ship now anyways.

It wasn't long before news had spread around Lothal that Ezra, 'The Jedi Hero of Lothal,' had returned to his home world and celebrations had kicked off planet-wide. That was a wild ride that he was glad was over with.

Before he knew it, people began returning to their normal lives. Hera had left with Jacen to go transport freight around the galaxy. Zeb and Kallus had returned to Lira San and the clones and Wedge had left to go rejoin the New Republic's navy while Ahsoka had went to do her own thing, whatever that was. Even Sabine was gone. She had gone back to Krownest when her mother had found out she'd returned to the known galaxy and ordered her to come back home (even if she had fought tooth and nail against it).

So now, here he was, alone in his tower with no clue what to do.

He needed to find something to put his mind to. Its not like he could just keep living off of the good will of the people of Lothal, no matter how much they insisted. But what could he do? He was a warrior lothrat and the planet, as well as the galaxy, was now at peace. Where was his place now?

He'd almost considered joining Luke Skywalker's new Jedi order, but Luke had been trained by Obi-wan and then Yoda. He had too much of the traditional Jedi in his order for Ezra to really fit in well. He'd visited the school once and actually had the opportunity to meet with Luke. The young man had been eager to learn what he knew of the force, but the differences in the ideologies their masters had instilled in them had quickly become apparent. Luke was still adamant that there was a place for Ezra in his school, but Ezra knew that if the two of them were around each other that much and preaching two totally different doctrines that it could only end in disaster.

What did normal people do he wondered? They got jobs. They found a girl, settled down and raised a family together. Sounded perfect… a little too perfect. He'd been living on a ship for most of his life. Lothal would always be his home, but he was starting to miss the stars and being able go wherever he wanted or was needed at a whim. The Nightbrother, Maul's old ship, was starting to look more and more inviting everyday, though he really needed to give the ship a new name… and definitely a paint job (he was honestly surprised Sabine never did that for him while he was gone). The red and black brought back too many bad memories.

If he left Lothal, things could go back to normal. His version of normal at least. He could fly across the galaxy, helping people in need and doing actual Jedi stuff instead of sitting around on his butt the whole day. The problem was he would have no family. The old Ghost crew had all gone their own sperate ways. He would just be flying off on his own… alone. That was the one thing that kept him from doing just that.

The whole settling down with a girl thing was looking quite appealing in light of that revelation. The problem was there was only one girl he'd ever really considered doing that with. However, even after all this time, he still wasn't sure what Sabine would think about that. He supposed he'd never know now. She was on Krownest with her crazy Mandalorian family and he was trapped here on Lothal.

An alarm went off and he instantly jumped to his feet and ignited his lightsaber, ready for anything. Years of fighting the Grysk had trained him to jump to action at the first sign of trouble. He stood there for a second with the only hum of his lightsaber and the cry of the alarm breaking the silence as he searched for the danger.

There was none, it was just his communicator. His lightsaber turned off with a hiss and he strapped it back to his belt. He felt kind of silly. This wasn't the first time it had happened, but after years of being constantly disturbed by the cry of battle alarms he couldn't really stop himself. You kind of get used to a certain way of living he supposed.

With one last shake of his head he answered the call.

o~0~O~0~o

Change could be a good thing.

Take for instance the day Sabine joined the crew of the Ghost. She had been alone, abandoned by Ketsu and on the run from the empire. She had nowhere to turn to, nowhere to hide and had been at the end of her rope when Hera and Kanaan had taken her in. The relative peace and security the Ghost had offered had been a welcome change in the greater scheme of things.

Then Ezra had joined the crew and turned their lives upside down. Zeb all of a sudden had a new roommate, Chopper had another organic to terrorize and then the near constant 'flirting' with her had started. But things eventually settled down and Ezra had become a normal part of the crew. She'd even found her best friend as a result.

But change didn't have to just be external, change could be internal too. Take the time Kanaan had literally forced her to come clean to herself and to them about her past, something she hadn't trusted anybody with since the day Ketsu had abandoned her. Not fully at least. But that day, she had admitted her fears and regrets, bared it all to everyone. It had broken her, but she had rebuilt herself stronger in the aftermath. With people she could trust, she could overcome any obstacle thrown her way.

On the flip side of things, change could also be negative.

She would always regret the day she had joined the academy. Malachor had been something that had affected everyone greatly. Kanaan's death would forever be mourned. The day Ezra had disappeared had haunted her for years.

The hunt for him had been somewhat therapeutic. Jedi often had a way of bringing stability and words of wisdom when they were needed most and she'd been trapped on a ship with Ahsoka for almost a year. Still, the day they had finally found the 7th fleet and consequently, Ezra, had been just what she needed. With her best friend back, things could finally begin to return to normal… at least that was what she had thought.

Her mother's demand that she return home had changed everything and thrown her plans right out an airlock.

Sabine had missed Ezra when he'd been taken to the unknown regions, but knowing he was less than an hour hyperspace jump away and not being able to see him was driving her crazy.

It wasn't like she wasn't trying to make time for him. They had commed each other at least once a week to keep in touch and Ezra had offered a few times to come and visit, but Ursa was keeping her so busy she had little time for anyone.

It had started with the combat lessons. Apparently, her mother wanted to make sure her skills hadn't lessoned any since she had taken up the vigil of Lothal. Of course, they hadn't, she had been fighting a war since she was 15 and been a bounty hunter before that. Not to mention she was a Mandalorian of all things and had underwent intense training while she was at the Imperial Academy. Combat was a normal way of life for her and nothing would change that. But now, her mother seemed intent on seeing those skills progress even further. She'd even begun bringing in men from other clans to spar against her. Fighting different opponents would "round her skills out" or something along those lines.

After that, she'd been given her own patrol to lead once a day. After all, you never know when another clan might launch a sneak attack on you, even if Mandalor had entered an era of relative peace now that the Empire was defeated and Bo Katan had successfully united all of Mandalor with the Darksaber.

She'd received clan management duties as well. Sabine had been tasked with making sure the warriors and other personnel had enough food and ammunition and she'd been tasked with overseeing scheduling and some of the day to day operations. If Clan Wren did it, you could pretty much guarantee that Sabine had her hand in it.

On top of everything else was the clan meetings. Her mother had begun dragging both her and Tristen to them to discus things like peace treaties and trade agreements.

Sabine had been worked this hard before in the early days of Lothal's liberation, but that had been because it was necessary. The Empire could have returned at any moment and there was a defence to prepare, buildings to fix and people to manage. It was amazing what you could do when hyped up on adrenalin and caffeine and at least then there had been an entire team of volunteers to help out as well as a promise that things would eventually settle down. Now, there was only more and more duties being piled on top of her and no end in sight.

All this had culminated this morning when she'd been summoned by the Countess herself. Sabine had arrived not knowing what to expect, but what had transpired was the straw that broke the Bantha's back.

"You've been adjusting well in your time back at home." Her mother had begun, "You're doing wonderfully in your duties and I've seen your skills while you've been training, quite impressive."

"Well, I've had some pretty good teachers." Sabine humbly replied.

"Any of your sparing partners catch your eye?" Ursa asked in a nonchalant kind of way.

"What?" Sabine exclaimed, surprised. The stiffening of her back did not go unnoticed by the Countess.

Ursa sighed, "I'm getting older Sabine. One of these days I'm going to have to step down as Countess and now that you've proved yourself to not only Clan Wren, but to all of Mandalor, you can take your rightful place as the next in line. We must look to the future to make sure everything is secure. Your 26 now and not getting any younger. Tristen already has a wife, but I'll wager you haven't even entertained the idea of settling down yet."

Sabine just stood there, shocked, but anger was quickly rising to take its place. Ruling the clan, that was her mom's thing, or Tristen's. He'd been training for it ever since she had been declared dar'manda after leaving the Academy. Sure, she'd made up with her family, but as far as she was concerned, Tristen was still going to be the one to take over. And then there was the whole get a husband thing to top it all off. How dare her mother ask that of her?

"Sabine, I know this is a lot to ask of you, but think of the clan." Her mothered urged.

Sabine gave a little laugh to herself and shook her head, "I can't do this. Not right now." Any attempt at conversation at the moment would only end in a shouting match. Both of them were just as stubborn as the other, but her mother had one thing she didn't have, the title of Countess before her name. If she wanted anything productive to come out of this she would have to stop and calm down some, think this through. "Just give me some time, I need to think for a bit." She said more calmly than she felt.

Ursa nodded.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off." Sabine said, "I need a break and some time to myself." With that she turned and exited the room before her mother could protest. Almost as if she was on auto-pilot, she made her way to her room. She needed to process the last few months of her life. She needed someone to talk to and help her organize her thoughts. At least there was one person who would always do that for her. Reaching for her communicator, she imputed Ezra's frequency.