A/N: Here is some stupid, stupid, pointless fluff I've been working on for a while. Part one in a series of three, I think. Updates coming over the next several nights. Honestly, very fluffy and improbable stuff in this fic. You've been warned.

P.S.: DID Y'ALL SEE THE NEW TRAILER FOR SEASON FOUR? My stomach was in knots of anxiety, I kid you not. Feel free to PM me if you need someone to geek out with!

The Incident

Part One

Kanan whistled his astonishment. "We've known each other over ten years and I have never seen Hera this mad."

Beside him, Ezra snorted. "You still haven't," he muttered. He made eye contact with Sabine and grinned. They exchanged high-fives behind Kanan's back.

"Nice one," she said. "Kanan, Ezra's getting wittier than you. What's up? You're losing your edge."

Kanan frowned, too focused on Hera to be annoyed that there was a blind joke he hadn't thought of first. "My master would say that being glib is perhaps not the most attractive quality in a Jedi Master."

"I hope you have at least some attractive Jedi qualities," Zeb interjected with a rakish laugh. "'Cause this guy's givin' you a run for your money in the looks department."

"He's taller than you," Sabine said, impressed. She squinted. "Got a handsome face-no beard. Hazel eyes maybe; not blue like yours. Broad shouldered, obviously fit. I wonder what Hera thinks about-"

"Alright," Kanan interrupted sourly. "I get the picture. Can it."

The four of them stood at the base of the Ghost's ramp watching shamelessly from a distance as Hera strode toward the pilot of a dilapidated YT-1300. Approaching the planet's surface, both vessels ran past an Imperial lite cruiser. The Ghost, masking its signal and signature, was far enough away from the Lothal sector that it was able to pass unrecognized and without incident-

Until the YT, pursued by a TIE patrol, swooped so close to the Ghost that Hera had actually shrieked. The YT's lower gun hit the Ghost, scraping the hull and putting a crack in the bubble encasing the upper turret. Sabine had been up there, the impact throwing her forward in her harness with enough force to slam her head against the controls and bruise her ribs.

Damaging her ship and injuring one of her crew? It was as if the pilot of the YT wanted to make Hera furious and then push her over the edge into an uncontrolled, never-before-seen rage.

She'd outflown and out-maneuvered the YT, no mean feat, and shot down all four TIEs single-handedly. Then she pursued the freighter to the planet's surface and landed just meters away. She intended to tell the other pilot exactly what she thought about his flying. Her lekku trembled with strain and anger.

The other pilot swaggered down his ramp with the kind of smile that had probably charmed many, many women who weren't Hera Syndulla. He held out his hands in a half-apologetic gesture.

"Hey, sorry 'bout the-"

"Have you lost your kriffing tiny mind?" Hera shouted.

Ezra gasped. "I have never heard her swear before," he whispered.

The man's face fell and then darkened with anger when his Wookiee co-pilot, lounging against one the ramp's hydraulic arms, said something and then laughed.

"The Wookiee is on Hera's side," Sabine summarized in a low voice.

"Listen here, sister," the human pilot said, taking a threatening step toward Hera. "I don't know what your issue is, but I came out here to apologize." He put his hands on his trim hips.

Hera had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye, but she was not intimidated. "You should apologize! What you did back there was completely-"

"Oh, relax," the man said with a grandiose eye-roll. "It was just a clip. Superficial damage. If you're any kind of a pilot, you'll have it fixed in no time!"

"Superficial damage!" Hera sprang forward and jabbed a finger in his ribs. "You nearly killed one of my crew!"

"I didn't almost die," Sabine mumbled, touching the line of butterfly closures across the gash on her forehead. She crossed her arms and then winced; her middle was painfully tender.

"There was a lot of blood," Ezra said with a frown, glancing over at her.

The YT pilot turned just a shade pale, taking a step backward. One hand grazed the back of his neck. "There was a gunner in the turret?"

"Of course there was!" Hera spat. "We were sharing vacuum with an Imperial cruiser!"

The man's throat bobbed with a nervous swallow. "And he's...?"

"She has a concussion and bruised ribs, no thanks to you."

"Oh." He was visibly relieved, and embarrassed. "Well," he said, coloring, "you know none of it would've have happened if you'd gotten out of the way."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He stared her down. "Your piece-of-junk VCX was in the way."

Hera's eyebrows raised dangerously high. "I'm sorry; you have the gall to call my ship a piece of junk? Have you seen your ship?"

"Karabast." Zeb shook his head. "What'll we do if they start throwing punches?"

"I bet she can take him," Sabine said with an approving nod.

"I'll take that bet," Zeb said, patting his pockets to try and find a few loose credits.

"Me too." Ezra felt his own pockets and winced. "But I might have to owe you."

"We are not taking bets," Kanan admonished. Beneath his mask, he rolled his eyes. "Enough of this."

He strode toward Hera and the YT pilot as their bickering escalated to yelling. He couldn't read Hera's body language, but he could sense her presence; residual fear and anxiety over the collision and Sabine's injury roiled within her, fueling her temper. Some of her anger, Kanan knew, was directed inward. As much as she blamed the other pilot, she blamed herself for not outmaneuvering him sooner and avoiding the situation altogether. He didn't have to talk to her to know that; he could hear it in the inflection of her voice, strained by the angry clench of her jaw.

He walked up next to her and the arguing ground to a halt. He could feel the YT pilot watching him suspiciously. He flashed a disarming smile and gently touched a hand to the small of Hera's back. Instantly, her inner storm began to calm. "I came to see if you needed any help," he said.

"It's all under control, love." Her voice carried a barest trace of a Ryl accent.

The pilot smirked. "You needed your boyfriend to come bail you out? Predictable."

Hera bristled, but Kanan said placidly, "I'm not sure I appreciate your tone, but I'm gonna let that go because I didn't come over here for her. I'm a little concerned about you, pal."

"Come again?"

"Now, I can't say for sure, being blind and all, but it sure seems like you're the one who collided with us, and now you're trying to make it her fault." He gestured to Hera and her eyes narrowed. "That's not very sporting."

"Listen here-"

Kanan held up a hand. "Let me finish," he said politely. "If you still want to contest the issue, that's fine; it'll make a good show for the rest of us. My kids over there have already taken bets as to who'd win in a hand-to-hand fight, and I have to tell you, all the credits are on her."

"Your-kids!" The man sputtered incredulously, looking over Kanan's shoulder at the two teens and the Lasat. "What kind of-"

"Now if you'll excuse us," Kanan continued, taking Hera's elbow, "we'll be leaving."

Hera was calm now, but she was still angry. "If I even think that I see you or your ship within ten parsecs of me and mine, I'll shoot you on sight. Don't think that I won't."

The man's eyes widened. "I believe you," he growled.

"Glad we understand each other," Kanan said cheerfully. He tightened his grip on Hera and pulled her away. "By the way," he said over his shoulder, "she's not my girlfriend. Under the articles of common law, she's my wife. And while she certainly doesn't need me to stick up for her, I'll do worse than shoot you if you ever cross her again."

Kanan and Hera walked back to the Ghost, the pilot cursing behind them and Zeb, Sabine, and Ezra gawking in front of them. Hera, still fuming, crossed her arms petulantly.

"If that was a proposal," she groused under her breath, "it's the worst one I've ever heard."

"I could do better if you'd let me," he answered earnestly.

All at once, Hera's posture and attitude softened. "Someday soon, love," she sighed. She hooked her arm through his and leaned on him as they boarded the Ghost.

"You two are embarrassing," Sabine called from her perch on the ladder.

"We know," Kanan said with a grin.

The young Mandalorian's eyes turned thoughtful. "If I'm half as lucky someday..." Her voice trailed off and she shook her head, moving up the ladder and out of sight. Then there was the distinct sound of someone getting smacked as she said, "Not you, idiot."