Authors note: I could not resist writing another yuri fanfic especially when there is so little of the pairing of Sabine/Hera. Also with all the teasing of season two I thought…now is good as time as any. So yes for those not comfortable with this well you know the drill, lol. Anyway I really enjoyed the episode of Sabine and Hera on that planet together and these two stranded can lead to some good so I will work off that theme, so hope you enjoy.

STAR WARS REBELS

Seeking a partner to be stranded with

CH.1: Hera under fire

The Ghost was flying through open space and Hera was piloting her as she usually did…with great care. However the Empire was making it kind of hard to keep the ship together without constantly hounding them with lasers scraping across her paint. "Kanan I could really use some cover fire right now!"

"I'm on it…try and keep the barrel rolls to a minimum though!" He yells back. Hera rolls her eyes making no promises as another laser scores the side of the ship.

"Chopper the ship is getting a bit sluggish on the turns…try and fix that will you." Hera looked over at the lazy and rather vocal droid and got an earful as he turned around and went to plug into the ship.

"Hera where are we going anyway…assuming we don't get blasted out of the sky first." Zeb inquires and Hera went to bring up a map if only to silence any more chatter then was needed. Their assignment was to pick up some cargo on the planet Tatooine…it was pretty far out of the way and a rising crime lord named Jabba was making his claim there. She had read up on him and the Hutts, not the sort of folk who treated Twil'ek kindly.

"Hmm…Tatooine…won't that place be crawling with Imperials?" Zeb asks as he leans against the wall.

"My source Fulcrum says the Imperials only visit from time to time…apparently they don't have good history with the Hutts. Besides we are running low on currency right now and if you want to eat…we need to have a steady flow of work."

"It is so hot there though…would do well with plenty of shade but even the shade there is burning hot. Why is it this Fulcrum character is always sending us out to traps that get our skin burned into?"

Hera did not answer as she was doing her best to keeping them in one piece. It was not as easy as half of them made it, mostly Zeb though Kanan had his own complaints and while a decent enough pilot he was better at being a Jedi. Agent Kallus and the Inquisitor were not making it easy for them to get some rest and they were burning a lot more fuel then needed. Sometimes she just wished to take a vacation…anywhere but in a ship full of complaining boys. Pulling the ship into a dive she heard Zeb grunt and curse in his language. The ties couldn't keep up and that would buy them sometime.

"Wow…that was some flying Hera." Ezra popped in and plopped into one of the available seats. He was Kanan's padawan apprentice and just one of the orphans from the war against the Empire. While he tended to be brash and rough around the edges he came at the right time when Kanan needed to believe in something…himself. Kanan had lost his Master and for a Jedi that was one of the strongest bonds one ever had. Jedi were forbidden to fall in love…kind of a distraction in their organization. Kanan distanced himself from Hera and she did not blame him…true they had a connection and had been partners for a while but romance was off the table.

"Everyone can take a breath…we should be good till we reach our destination." Kanan walked into the cockpit and took the next seat available.

"Do you think they will follow us?" Ezra asks as he sits forward looking out at the stars that encompassed all outside.

"Doubtful…with Hera's flying they hardly scratched us…well mostly." Kanan rubbed at some of the stubble that had grown on his face. They had been on the run for a while and each chance Kanan had to shave it was canceled as they came under fire or needed to procure goods for a run.

"Those shots will cost us dearly…but I'm sure one of you will volunteer your pay for this mission to help with repairs…right?" Hera had always paid what she earned on their mission to fix the Ghost, as it was her ship, still with each mission the repairs were becoming costly. She was glad that Fulcrum was getting them such high paying jobs but the team was always spending it on stuff they didn't need.

"Actually…there is this antique training drone I was planning on picking up…heard it would be on Tatooine." Kanan looked anywhere but at her…good man.

"Well…you see there is this blaster I've been eyeing…while not my weapon of choice I got in contact with someone who will pay quite nicely for it." Zeb looked rather uncomfortable, as he should be.

"Oh…I mean I would Hera but there is this thing…yeah this thing I was meaning on buying, heard it might be on Tatooine." Ezra was blushing and she knew he was talking about Sabine. Sad thing was she just wasn't into him. Of course that wouldn't stop him. Speaking of…where was she?

"I'm going to put the ship into Hyperdrive then set auto pilot on while you boys gush about what you are going to buy some more. No one needs to pilot while I am gone. I am going to check on Sabine." She stood up walking past them heaving a sigh. If it wasn't them using up all the hot water it was them causing huge messes she was left to clean up. Not that anyone would volunteer of course.

The Ghost was a ship unlike most ships…capable of doing some serious damage while also versatile enough to avoid most fire fights they wound up in. This ship had saved her plenty and kept the crew alive and kicking to continue messing with the Empire till the day came when they wouldn't have to anymore. True it was hopeful thinking but hope is all they had going for them…to see this through to whatever end all their actions were leading them to…and where Fulcrum had told her a new hope would begin.

Sabine normally hung out in the back where she could get some 'inspiration' for her latest art project. The young artist who handled explosives and diversion at times was quite handy with an airbrush and tons of art…most of her own pay was put into restocking. Hera found her in the cargo hold, what else making her mark on the Phantom nonetheless.

"You do realize you will have to wash that after right?" Hera sticks out her hip as she looks at the young woman who had her back to her.

"Yeah I know…but it is important to not let my skill be wasted away. I need to keep up…otherwise what is the point you know? By the way…all that evasive maneuvering really wasn't helpful…just saying is all." Sabine climbs down the ladder and Hera shakes her head sending her lekku about.

"Oh…another crack at my piloting…listen Sabine if you think you can do better I'll gladly let you fly…when you learn how to that is." Hera had it up to here with everyone and their pot shots at her flying, honestly there were only a few allowed to fly her so even if Sabine took her up on she'd still say no.

"I can fly…just nothing this big." She notes as he gestures all around her. Hera walks over to her and stands right before her.

"The Ghost is a fine ship…finer then anything out there for that matter. This ship and my piloting get us out of scrapes most ships would be burnt alive in the stars with. If you find a ship better…let me know and I will concede."

"You know Hera…I don't need this…so why don't you back off and we can forget this whole conversation did not happen ok?" The purple haired teen really thought she could use that line on her?

"Sabine…I was not meaning to get on your case…nor was I targeting your flying skills. It has been a long week…we're all stressed…and-."

Before she knew it Sabine had launched herself at her kissing her lips. Hera did not know what compelled her to take the teen into her arms but she returned the kiss feverishly as the two clung to each other's bodies, their lips meshed as their hands wondered about feeling and exploring. Hera had no idea who pulled away first as she felt a bit disoriented. Staring at Sabine's flushed skin she finds the teen rather attractive and also realized she hadn't kissed someone in a very long while.

"I-I should go to my cabin now…nice talk…we should do more…talking later." Sabine stumbled back and ran a hand through her purple length hair before departing.

Hera blinked a bit as she rested against the Phantom and took a moment to catch her breath. "Huh…so that is why Sabine isn't into boys." She muses to herself.

Authors note: This is just the tip of the iceberg…more coming soon.