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Title: Console
Fandom: Star Wars Rebels
Characters: Sabine, Kanan
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sabine misses her family. Kanan comforts.
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Console:
Sabine thinks everyone’s gone to bed when she emerges from her room. She finds Kanan in the galley. She almost heads back to her room, but then Kanan compliments her timing, picks a mug up off the counter and heads to the table. He’s left her a steaming mug with a spoon. She trusts him, she reminds herself. It’s taken a long time, and patience from the rest of the crew, but she trusts them. Still, as she picks up the mug and joins him she asks, “What is it?”
“Old Jedi recipe,” Kanan says. He doesn’t acknowledge his past often so Sabine cups her warm mug and waits. “When I was young, if we couldn’t sleep, one of the older Masters would take us to a kitchen and fix us a tea that was more warm milk and sugar than tea. Then they’d listen to our problems and offer advice.”
“Did it make you feel better?” she asks.
“Usually, sometimes we needed more time to work things out on our own, but we knew they were there if we needed.”
She nods. Hera, Kanan, even Zeb and Chopper are there for her when she needs it. She takes a sip, letting the warmth sooth her. She sighs. “I miss my family. I don’t want to. I want to be angry at them.”
“Do you think you should be angry at them?”
“Obviously! No. It felt like they didn’t believe me, about the Empire, but if they’d stood with me the Empire would’ve come down on the entire clan. It was me or the entire clan. I understand, but do you think they miss me too?”
“Yes. You’re worth missing.”
“I still want to be here!”
“Sabine, missing your family doesn’t mean you’re any less loyal to us.”
Sabine nods.
Fandom: Star Wars Rebels
Characters: Sabine, Kanan
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sabine misses her family. Kanan comforts.
A/N: Written for CeruleanTactician for the
multifandomdrabble.Console:
Sabine thinks everyone’s gone to bed when she emerges from her room. She finds Kanan in the galley. She almost heads back to her room, but then Kanan compliments her timing, picks a mug up off the counter and heads to the table. He’s left her a steaming mug with a spoon. She trusts him, she reminds herself. It’s taken a long time, and patience from the rest of the crew, but she trusts them. Still, as she picks up the mug and joins him she asks, “What is it?”
“Old Jedi recipe,” Kanan says. He doesn’t acknowledge his past often so Sabine cups her warm mug and waits. “When I was young, if we couldn’t sleep, one of the older Masters would take us to a kitchen and fix us a tea that was more warm milk and sugar than tea. Then they’d listen to our problems and offer advice.”
“Did it make you feel better?” she asks.
“Usually, sometimes we needed more time to work things out on our own, but we knew they were there if we needed.”
She nods. Hera, Kanan, even Zeb and Chopper are there for her when she needs it. She takes a sip, letting the warmth sooth her. She sighs. “I miss my family. I don’t want to. I want to be angry at them.”
“Do you think you should be angry at them?”
“Obviously! No. It felt like they didn’t believe me, about the Empire, but if they’d stood with me the Empire would’ve come down on the entire clan. It was me or the entire clan. I understand, but do you think they miss me too?”
“Yes. You’re worth missing.”
“I still want to be here!”
“Sabine, missing your family doesn’t mean you’re any less loyal to us.”
Sabine nods.
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