You Pretty Little Liar

Chapter 3 - The Business Of Mystery

You Pretty Little Liar
Chapter 3
The Business Of Mystery

Ezra continued to test the waters of his theory on how far he could get away with things while recovering from his fever, the fever continued to decline with rest and medicine and it finally broke after another rotation and a half. He had a good idea now of what he could try out, but most importantly he wanted to recover from being sick for real! He was itching to get back out there and snag supplies from the imperials and bash some bucket heads and resume light saber training. He was hurting less and eating better and regaining his strength. Today was the moment of truth, if his temperature finally returned to normal he was medically released. Couldn't have him passing out on a mission and Kanan and Hera didn't want to take any chances at a relapse, not knowing the Padawan had that exact idea in his back pocket for later. Ezra stood with the thermometer in his mouth, arms folded as he waited impatiently until it finally beeped. Hera removed it from his mouth and looked at the reading, Ezra waited with baited breath until she finally smiled and ruffled his no longer sweaty hair.

"Well, you're are at 99 but that's good enough!"

"Ahh yeah finally!" Ezra raised his fists into the air with victory.

"Guess that means you can come with us on our supply run." Zeb nodded.

"Thank goodness."

"And we can get back to your training." Kanan added.

"I can't wait master." Ezra smiled up at him, Kanan gave him an approving grin and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ugh are you finally done coddling captain quarantine?" Sabine rolled her eyes as she walked into the room.

"Yes." Hera chuckled. "He is cleared for take off and ready to fly."

"It's about time too." Sabine shot Ezra an annoyed frown and he stuck his tongue out at her, making a mental note NOT to fake being sick with her. "Well you better not mess up our mission today!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Ezra shook his head and rolled his eyes at her, geez why was she so hostile towards him while he was sick? Moreso than normal.

"Whatever, let's just get to it!" Zeb punched a fist into his other hand.

The crew was going to raid an imperial supply station. Ezra's eagerness and excitement to get back into the action got the better of him and he forgot to pace himself after having been so weak for so long. He was running after Zeb with a container as the Ghost came into sight, security troopers shooting blasters behind them. Sabine detonated her bombs and the explosions made a nice damaging distraction and sent the troopers flying. There was a ditch ahead that Ezra didn't see and as he continued to run and push the container, and unfortunately he ran right into it. Ezra stumbled and fell, he cried out in pain as his ankle twisted and he rolled down the incline, hitting his head hard on the metal cargo container with a loud echoing bang. He let out a painful moan.

"Ezra!" Kanan leaped seemingly out of nowhere. "Are you ok?"

"Oww ugh, it hurts."

"Zeb grab the other container, I'll get Ezra."

"On it!" Zeb grabbed and locked the second container onto the one he was pushing and reached the Ghost.

"Come on, can you get up?" Kanan grabbed Ezra under the arm and started to lift him up.

"Ahh my head." He winced as he held his skull, his left leg going limply under him.

"Hang on, I got you." Kanan picked him up and hoisted him over his shoulder and rushed back to the Ghost so they could get out of there. "What happened back there?" Kanan set Ezra down on the sofa.