Ezra and Thrawn One-Shots (Requests Open)

"Oh Kriff... He Found Me."

Ezra's hands shook as he tried to keep the purrgil in check. Thrawn was unconscious in the creatures' grasp, slumped in the mass of tentacles. It had been several hours since the original takeoff, and Ezra was quickly losing strength.

After another hour or so, he sound of someone clearing their throat made him look over to see Thrawn had awoken. Ezra took a shaky breath, shoulders slumping, and prepared himself as Thrawn grabbed his blaster and aimed it directly at the Jedi's head.

But something in Thrawn's mind screamed at him, "Don't do it! Don't kill him! He can help you!" Sighing, he sheathed his weapon and watched as Ezra struggled to stand, each breath becoming more and more strained.

Ezra's lungs burned and his body ached. A migraine pounded in his head and his shoulder hurt horribly from the blaster shot. His entire body trembled and the purrgil screamed. He suddenly realized it was impossible to take in any oxygen.

Thrawn watched silently as the Jedi sank to his knees, trembling. Ezra attempted one last shuddering breath before passing out, whether from exhaustion or lack of air Thrawn didn't know.

*I'm on my phone and have no line breaker because its only saved on my computer I'll fix it as soon as possible bear with me here*

Ezra awoke with a jolt to find himself in an Imperial prison cell. He groaned and immediately started looking for a ventilation shaft, which he found quickly. He jumped through it and hid.

He was still unbelievably exhausted, and he found himself unable to connect to the Force. It was as if he had pulled a muscle.

A Force muscle.

Ezra snorted, then went silent, hoping nobody had heard it. He spent the next four days sneaking around, listening to conversations, hiding so as not to be seen.

What would happen if he was spotted, he didn't want to know.

Continuing on his way, that is, crawling through the vents, a cover creaked beneath him. It was weakened and messed up from the purrgil event, and it collapsed beneath him, dropping him into a conference room full of people.

They all turned on him, drawing their weapons. He gasped and immediately started hyperventilating. Tears filled his eyes as he fell into a bad panic attack, unable to stop trembling.

Thrawn was the closest to him. He slowly, so as not to startle the Jedi, put his blaster onto the conference table, the others copying him. He carefully walked towards Ezra, who jumped and backed away.

Ezra slid down the wall, unintelligible whispers coming from his mouth as he failed to take in any air. His mouth was dry as sawdust and he felt so cold.

Nobody was sure exactly what to do, so they all stayed still as Thrawn knelt down next to the boy. He really did look young, curled up and scared.

"Bridger," the Chiss said gently. Something inside of Thrawn was telling him that even if he and Ezra were enemies, he needed to calm the boy down. An emotion was building up inside of him. Could it be remorse, or guilt?

"Look at me," Thrawn said, keeping gentle, level tone of voice. He tapped Ezra on the shoulder.

Ezra tried to look at the glowing red eyes, but he couldn't keep eye contact for long. He found himself gripping his shirt sleeves, trying to find reassurance in something.

He could feel, he could hear Thrawn's breathing. Hoping it would help, he tried to match his breathing to the Chiss's. It didn't work.

He heard something being spoken in a language he didn't understand before he passed out for the second time that week.

*line break cuz I'm still on my phone and I really need to download it from my PC*

Ezra woke with a start, believing, for only two seconds, that he was back in the detention cell. But he wasn't; He was in the Chimaera's medbay. A blurry blue shape was next to him. Expecting handcuffs, or maybe even torture, Ezra was not prepared for what happened next.

Thrawn spoke in a calm tone. He sounded... Concerned? "Take a deep breath, Bridger."

Ezra did as told, allowing oxygen to inhabit his lungs.

"Do you know where you are?" Thrawn asked next.

"The medbay, ISD Chimaera?" Ezra answered, his voice wavering slightly. Thrawn nodded.

"Correct," the Chiss said, satisfaction in his voice. "You are safe. Now go to sleep; you require rest."

Ezra didn't have to be told twice. He laid his head down on the pillow, sleep immediately overtaking him.

The last thing he heard was, "Goodnight Bridger."

I took this from my Ghost Family one-Shots book. Tell me what you think and requests are open!