Star Wars Rebels: The Padawan (Completed)

Another Sick Day Part 2

Rebel Fleet, somewhere, 0712 am

     Ezra was running, sweating, and NOT FEELING GOOD. AT ALL. Kanan ran beside him with ease, but he was having a real difficult time. Kanan pulled ahead on the ladders, but jogged in place until a weary Ezra finally got up, and then it was back to running. I won't be sick, he thought. I won't be sick. I won't be sick. I won't be sick. After about 3 laps around the Ghost, Ezra was breathing heavily and so exhausted that he could lie down and sleep right there, right that moment. Kanan bent over him, an eyebrow raised. ''Ezra, you ran better than that before you even began Jedi training. What's gotten into you?''

     ''Nothing,'' Ezra answered grumpily. ''I'm...fine.''

     Kanan frowned and shook his head. ''No you're not. I can tell just by how you look and through our bond. So tell me what's wrong.''

      Ezra yelled, ''I'm fine, Kanan! Okay? So just leave me alone!''

     Kanan forced himself not to smile as he offered a hand to Ezra, who took it and let Kanan help him up. ''Let's go, then.'' Ezra rolled his eyes and groaned as they began to run some more, but he was just too tired. After another lap, he just collapsed on the floor. Kanan knelt down to his Padawan, who didn't move or even attempt to. Kanan carried him bridal-style to his room with no protest from him. ''Oh, Ezra. I really didn't want to have to do that, but we had to get you to crack. Oh, we knew, but we wanted you to tell us. Or in this case, show us.''

     Ezra only mumbled as Kanan set him down on his bunk. He felt Hera in the Force standing behind him in the doorway. ''Did he crack?'' she inquired.

     Kanan answered, ''No. He ended up collapsing with exhaustion right in front of the ladder to the Phantom. I suppose that may count as cracking, but I don't count it.''

     She smiled sadly and spoke wistfully, ''I wish he knew that he could have told us instead of you having to run him down.'' She folded her arms. ''Why did you do that?''

     He informed, ''I wanted him to tell me. He had a chance, too, but he denied it.'' Hera shook her head, then left. Kanan messed with Ezra's hair who then mumbled something like, ''Stop it, Zeb.'' He smiled, shook his head, and walked out.

     But before he left, he whispered, ''Sorry, Ezra. Good night.''

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