Chapter 8: Hey Sister!

Here it is. The last chapter of Blasted. I must admit, I'll miss this story. After all, it was my longest story yet. Luckily, chapter 1 of the sequel story is done. Though it isn't really a sequel, more of a new storyline. However, everything that happened in Visions of Fear and this story is still a thing, just not mentioned until later on. Only a select few people have the privilege of special access, including early previews and sneak peeks, knowledge of upcoming fanfiction ideas and titles, and deleted scenes. If you'd like to join this group, simply review with nice things on almost every chapter. The minimum is three. PM me sometimes too. Also, follow and fave. Now that that's over with, on to the chapter!

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[Play Hey Brother and read slowly. VERY slowly. Also, play it quietly in the background.]

"Uh, sure. Why?" Kanan asked.

"Just…I just need to talk to him," she replied.

The others left the room and Sabine sat down next to Ezra in the chair Kanan had been occupying.

"What is it Sabi?" Ezra asked, using the nickname he had made for her. "Did I do something wr-,"

"Why?" she cut him off.

The teen froze. "Uh, what?"

"Why did you save me?" she asked again.

"I, uh…," he tried to speak, but words just didn't want to work for him.

"You didn't have to. This is all my fault," she said, eyes locked on the floor. Ezra saw tears begin to fall from her lashes.

Despite the pain it brought, he reached out with his right hand and laid it on her shoulder. She was sobbing now.

"Hey, don't cry. It's not your fault, any of it," he murmured soothingly.

She surprised him when she turned and hugged him, crying into his left shoulder. He grimaced as pain flared in his right arm with the extra weight, but he hugged her back, rubbing her purple and orange hair comfortingly.

"It's okay Sabi. I'm alright. You want to know why I saved you? Because we're family. And a family helps each other. Besides, I kind of owed you from back with that fyrnock on the asteroid," he whispered.

Sabine pulled back and sniffed, rubbing her eyes. "Thanks Ez," she said, using her own nickname.

Ezra smiled at her. "You're welcome," he replied.

[Stop Hey Brother]

*Several Weeks Later*

If you had told Kanan that just a few weeks ago, his Padawan had been shot and paralyzed, he would have called you crazy and walked away. As he stood by Ezra, who was on his back under the dashboard of the Ghost's cockpit making adjustments to the hyperdrive, he watched his right arm closely. It barely faltered anymore. Hills had been surprised at the speed at which Ezra had recovered. Physical therapy had lasted less than two weeks. Unlike anyone else that had the procedure, Ezra's recovery was almost instantaneous. He smiled. That was Ezra for you. Always ready to get up and go. Plus, he was having a great time showing off his scars to the Phoenix Squadron and the rest of the rebels.

"Kanan, can you hand be the flathead? The little one with the red handle?" he heard the teen's voice. He glanced towards the toolbox, grabbing the requested tool and handing it to the boy.

"This it?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks," his friend replied, returning to his work. Ezra smiled as he tightened the screw above him. It was good to be home.

A/N

Wow. This is it. The end. I…I can't believe it! Months of work, all finished. Guess there's only one thing to say.

FIN.

-SWMCDC227