Revolution (Star Wars Rebels fanfic)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Author's note:  thank you everyone who has read this fanfic. Here's chapter 3 hope you guys enjoy and remember to review :)

                                              ..............Hera's PVO..............
The crew stared at their fallen member and quickly ran towards him to see what was wrong. Hera crouched down and put her hand on Ezra's forehead, he was  burning up. 

"Sabine get a cloth and wet it, he's starting to get a fever, Zeb get the medicine" Kanan picked Ezra up and bring him to his room she said shouting the orders to the rest of the crew.

Kanan picked Ezra up and Hera followed him down the hall to Ezra's room. When they reached his room she opened it and lowered the bed for Kanan. Hearing Ezra whimper in Kanan's arms made Heras heart clench, the crew had know he was having problems but they didn't want to intervene. She knew herself that Ezra had family problems and they could be a touchy subject for him after avoiding conversations concerning the matter. She didn't think that it would put so much stress on the boy that he'd become sick. Turning her head she saw Sabine rush in with the cloth and medicine, nodding her thanks she turned to the boy on the bed who was whimpering in his sleep.  She carefully placed the cloth on his forehead and helped the boy swallow the medicine.  She noticed Ezra's form starting to relax within the next few minutes and she sighed. She got off of the bed and started walking down the hall before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around she saw Kanan standing their, a serious expression on his face.

"We need to talk" Kanan said

                                                ........Ezra's PVO........

The dream started off with him and the crew sitting in the kitchen of the ship, they were all laughing at what Hera had said about Kanan as a kid. He watched as Kanan scratch the back of his head looking flustered and he laughed even harder. Tears were running down his face and the crew was grinning at him.  He felt happier. happier then he ever felt in the past eight years since his parents disappearance. They chatted and shared stories about each other, mostly concerning Kanan. He was happier to know the Jedi wasn't so uptight as he usually was in the missions. 
Grinning he ate another bite of food, but this bite tasted strange, like blood. He looked down to see his hands covered in a thick red substance, out of horror he screamed and looked up. The crew were all dead at his feet but there were two other people among them.  His parents forms were covered in bruises, sores and cut that were bleeding out. Save us Ezra, save us.....they repeating the words over and over again. He whimpered and started running in the other direction with his hands over his ears. Then the dream blurred and he was in his room, he started to get up before feeling a wave of nausea.

"Urg, I think I'm going to hurl" he said.

He sat there for a few minutes before getting up slowly, he winced as a sharp pain went through his head. Climbing down he stumbled and leaned on the wall close to the door. He slowly made his way to the kitchen to gets some food as his nausea Was slowly dimming down as hunger replaced it. He opened the door of the kitchen, interrupting the crew in the middle of their discussion. The crew looked at him before Hera started to scowl.

"Ezra, what are you doing out of bed?" Hera said glaring at him with full force

Ezra was about to answer before his stomach growled in hunger, he could feel his cheeks reddening a little.

Hera cracked a smile "im guessing you're hungry, I'll get you some soup. How about you sit down...."she said

Ezra walked over slowly to the table and sat down awkwardly with the rest of the crew. Hera came back with the soup and he had started to devour the soup  in seconds. After he finished he put the bowl down to see the crew watching him carefully, as if he was going to break at any second.frowning he got up and started heading towards his room, he didn't like the expression on there faces. After seeing that expression for most of his life on the street from the towns people, he had grown used to it but the expression on the crews faces were wrong. He didnt want them to treat him like he was some glass doll that needed protecting, he could protect himself, he didn't need help from anyone. Entering his room he carefully climbed back on his bed above Zebs and collapsed. Closing his eyes he fell into a much needed deep slumber.

                                                        ..........2 hours later .........

The flood of light woke Ezra up and he groaned and put the pillow over his head. He heard snickering and then laughter before he felt water being dumped on his head. Sputtering for air he fell off of his bed and groaned, looking up he saw Zeb clutching his stomach and Sabine grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

"Oi kid, thank for the laugh, it was priceless" Zeb said grinning

"Come on Ezra get off the ground, Kanan wants to see all of us in the brig, we're going on our next mission" Sabine said rolling her eyes

Grumbling he got of the floor and pushed Zeb slightly to the side and heard a slight growl behind him. Smirking he made his way to the brig and saw Hera sitting in the piloting seat. He walked up to her and sat in the seat across from her. "Hey Hera", he said

Hera looked at him and smiled, before he heard Kanan coughing behind him. Turning around he looked at Kanan waiting to hear the details on his next mission.

"Ok, now that we're all here were I'm explaining the mission. Rumor is a ship with rebels  are heading to a slave camp. I know it's not going off of much, but we have to take a chance."

"We know how well the last mission with the wookies went" grumbled Zeb

"Zeb we need any help we can get, you should know that" Kanan said continuing after the interruption and explaining the plan to infiltrate the ship before it reached their destination. After they discussed the details they sat down while Hera started flying towards their destination.