Notes, Drabbles, and Oneshots: A Star Wars Rebels Oneshot Request Book [CLOSED]

Gone

                                                           This part is dedicated to SWRgirl

    No.... Kanan squatted by Ezra's limp body, carefully moving his bangs out of his face. In the distance, the Star Destroyer's engine growled threateningly, it's overloaded system hummed with energy, already starting it's countdown to destruction. But Kanan didn't hear it, he only heard, or what he didn't hear was.... Ezra....no

    It had been a simple mission, free some prisoners that were old friends of the Republic, get them out, and rendezvous with the fleet. The mission had gone wrong however, after getting ambushed by two squads of troopers on either side, blocking their only excites. They had followed the plan, well, except for Ezra.

    No...My Padawan....my son.  Kanan bit the inside on his lip, touching two of his fingers to Ezra's wrist to check his pulse. No.... "Kanan, come in. Kanan!" Sabine's impatient voice yelled through his com, distracting him only slightly from his dead apprentice.

    Kanan felt like his heart had been shredded, fixed, then shredded again. After he had joined the rebellion, the ache in his heart had dulled, he had a new family, he was forming a New Republic. The sense of helplessness had vanished, along with the self guilt of leaving Billaba to die. He was helping, and he knew his Master would have been proud. Well, for the most part anyway.

    But now Ezra was gone, and he felt....empty. He had loved Ezra like a son, the Ghost Crew was more than a rebellion, it was a family. And now, without Ezra, they'd have to fight on. Yet another person he'd lost, another person he couldn't save. Another chasm of guilt, flooded with a thousand emotions. You could have stopped it.... Why weren't you fast enough? You keep letting people down.... "Why? Kanan murmured to himself why does this happen?"

    "To show us what were fighting for. To give us a dream for the future, one where we can live in peace for everyone." The melodious answer came from behind him. Kanan didn't have to turn to know who it was. Hera knelt beside him, gently touching Ezra's scars, and whipping his face clean of ash and grit.

    Kanan had only felt this bad once, after Order 66. It was horrible agony, watching everyone he cared about stripped from him. It made him want to yell in frustration, cry, and just be alone. Times like these he could feel the Dark Side, gently coaxing him to turn to it.

    Kanan slowed his breathing, concentrating with his eyes closed. I am Kanan Jarrus the Jedi knight. I protect my crew, I follow the Code. Focas. In a moment it was all gone. The anger the fear....

    Kanan sighed in relief, heart aching for his dead padawan. Hera looked up, green eyes determined. "We need to keep fighting." She told him gently, cradling Ezra's head in her arms. Kanan nodded slightly, keeping his a gust and anger in check. "I know." Their eyes met. "For Ezra?" Kanan nodded solemnly. "For Ezra."