In The Same Boat, a Star Wars Rebels fanfiction

Hey guys, so here is a SWR fic for Valentine's Day(though this will be a bit dark) This is gonna be an alternate writing of the scene from Trials of the Darksaber and an alternate ending. Be prepared for some emotional intensity.

NOTE: I own nothing in my stories except OCs and the stories themselves, but any actual characters and settings belong to their rightful owners. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Sabine trudged across the Atollon wilderness, until finally she kneeled against a rock. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and looked at the sunset. It just all felt like so much. Fighting the Empire already took a physical and emotional toll, but now the group expected her to master some legendary weapon and get her estranged family to be buddy buddy with them.

On one hand, she understood. Their rebellion was barely getting by with hand me down equipment and parts from the Clone Wars and what could be given to them by Senator Organa. A-Wings and blockade runners were cheap enough, but with every battle some pilot and crew members were lost. The clans of Mandalore that remained not only had skilled warriors, but also a good supply of weapons and the numbers to boot. Their fighters could even double as troop transports, which would mean ground teams could be deployed on missions. Without transports, most of the cell's operations were fighter-based.

''Still, they wouldn't understand if they knew the real reason.'' Sabine thought to herself. ''They don't know how painful it is, how much it hurts.''

Suddenly she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She knew who it was immediately.

''Hey.''

''Not now Ezra.''

''Look I just wanted to say I know what it's like. Believe me, Kanan's not the easiest teacher to have, but he means well.''

''Does he? Do any of them? I know how to fight. I believe I can learn to use that sword. I just don't want everything that comes with it. You mean your family? I'm a disgrace to them, Ezra. A traitor.''

''But that's not true.''

''To them it is. You don't know. No one does.''

''Sabine that isn't true. Everyone on the Ghost knows what that's like. Heck I even know-''

''NO YOU DON'T!''

Ezra's eyes widened at the sudden outburst. ''Sabine I didn't me-''

Sabine stomped right up to him, ''Look here, Bridger. Stop trying to appeal and relate to me. Ever since the day we met, you've always been trying to get on my good side. First it was those Force-awful attempts at trying to impress me, and now you're so insensitive that you'd mock what I'm feeling right now by comparing it to yourself? Even during our sparring matches you were arrogant as hell! Why don't you just go, between you Kanan and that dumb sword I'm losing it!

Sabine looked down at the ground for a few seconds, then looked at Ezra. In the meerest words of the Basic language, he looked absolutely hurt. Their eyes locked for a second then he looked away. Sabine looked closer. Were those tears welling up…

Ezra then turned and began walking away. Sabine then started to feel bad. She hadn't meant to be so harsh, she was just under so much pressure. Why did he have to push her so far?

''Hey Sabine.''

Sabine turned to see Ezra had stopped walking but wasn't facing her.

''What?''

''You're right Sabine, I could never know what it's like. You know why?''

''Why?''

''Because at least you have parents to go back to.''

And with that Ezra kept walking. Sabine just sat not saying a word. And then the tears began to flow. It was too much, it was all too much. When she was sure Ezra was far away, Sabine opened a pocket on her hip and pulled out a small knife. She then took off her left gauntlet and looked at the faded lines in her skin.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed the blade underneath the fourth line, and a second later a 5th one joined the others.

As blood began to trickle, Sabine began to cry harder. ''I'm a disgrace.'' She thought to herself, ''I'm just a disgrace.''''