Star Wars Rebels: The Padawan (Completed)

Another Sick Day Part 3

Rebel Fleet, somewhere in the galaxy, 1152 am

Ezra's POV

     I awoke to darkness, and fear trickled in me, but I forced it down with a swallow. I searched the darkness for Force signatures, but found no one. ''Kanan?'' I called. ''Hera? Sabine, Zeb, anyone? Chopper, this isn't funny!'' No answer. ''Anyone?''

     A chillingly familiar voice answered, ''You have been abandoned.''

    A touch of anger escaped into my voice as I hissed, ''The Inquisitor. Where is my family? What did you do to them?''

    ''I did nothing to them,'' he replied. ''They left you. No one wants a weak, pathetic street rat.''

     I shook my head in rising fear at being abandoned and gulped, ''No, th-they wouldn't do that. They don't do that.'' I mussed my hair, running my hand through it. ''No!'' I yelled, lunging at the Inquisitor, but only finding myself on my hands and knees on the cold stone floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking and repeating, No, they didn't abandon me, they wouldn't abandon me. ''I'm alone.''

Hera's POV

    I was messing with some stuff in a bag from the medbay when I heard Ezra start moving. Good, I thought. He's waking up. It's been hours. What troubled me was when he began to mumble, ''Kanan...Hera...Sabine, Zeb, anyone? Chopper, this isn't funny.'' I raised an eyebrow as he mumbled, ''The Inquisitor.''

     I rushed over to him and soothed, ''Ezra, it's Hera. You're fine.''

     But instead of soothing him, he mumbled, ''Where is my family? What did you do to them?''

     At this point, Zeb walked in and grumbled, ''What is all this rack-'' He never finished because he saw me kneeling near Ezra.

     ''Ezra, what's going on?'' I asked, worry seeping into my voice.

     ''No, th-they wouldn't do that. They don't do that,'' he mumbled, fear creasing his brows. ''No!'' he cried out and reached out, but his hands fell. I shook him, but he was limp. Then he mumbled in depression, ''I'm alone.'' Then he shot up out of his bed, his eyes opened wide with panic and cold sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, but my hand shot out and caught him.

     I soothed, ''Ezra, it's okay, you're not alone.'' His breathing went from panting to a normal rhythm. Zeb stood shocked at the room's entrance at the sight of us, Ezra being comforted by me.

     Ezra croaked, ''Thanks, Hera. For not leaving me.'' I felt sad for him, and gave him a hug as Zeb came over.

     ''Sorry, kid,'' Zeb apologized which shocked Ezra and I. ''I didn't realize you felt that way.'' At a look from Ezra, he rambled, ''I'm not lying; I really do understand.''

     ''So do I,'' spoke a voice from behind the Lasat. It was Kanan. ''When my Master died, I was alone. I know how that feels, and I don't want you to feel that way, too.''

     I told them, ''Alright, let's let Ezra get some rest. Out, everyone.'' Zeb left first, followed by me, but I turned to Kanan. ''That means you, too, love.''

     But as I walked outside the room, Ezra croaked, ''No, Kanan, please stay.'' I walked out of view as Kanan turned to his Padawan who then asked, ''Will you stay?'' Kanan nodded, then lied down on the bed with Ezra, who then snuggled up to him. ''Thanks...dad.''

I DON'T ship Kanan and Ezra. #Kanera #Ezbine