Kanan And Ezra One Shots (ON HOLD)

Sick

Ezra let out a small groan as he rolled over on his bunk. He rested a hand on his aching stomach. Why did he have to get sick, why? And today of all days.

A knock sounded on the door. "Ezra?" Hera's voice came through the door.

"Yeah?" He managed to say.

"You alright? You didn't eat breakfast."

"I'm fine. Just not hungry today." He lied.

"Okay." She sounded unconvinced, but didn't push him.

"Come on then. We have a mission briefing in less than five mintues."

He waited until her footsteps had faded to raise himself up. A moan escaped his lips before he could stop himself. Every movement hurt.

He gingerly lowered himself to the floor. As soon as his feet landed on the ground another dizzy spell hit and he grabbed onto the ladder to steady himself.

...

"The troopers will most likely be stationed in the lower hanger..."

Ezra propped his head on his fists. Trying to concentrating as Kanan outlined the mission. Key word, trying.

He forced his eyes wide open. He once again tried to focus on the briefing. But the sound of his mentor's voice was so soothing and he was just so tired.

This time Zeb noticed when he started to drift and elbowed him. Ezra jerked upright, rubbing his side and glaring at the lasat sitting beside him. Zeb simply rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder.

Ezra swallowed down the nausea that rose at the rough contact and turned back to Kanan, who was just starting to wrap up the plan.

Finally he finished the briefing and looked around at the others.

"Everyone know their positions." Everyone nodded in acknowledgement, except for a certain padawan. Kanan noticed immediantly.

"Kid?" He reached over and shook the sleeping youth's shoulder. Ezra woke instantly, blinking sleepy eyes at the Jedi.

"Sorry...umm...what'd I miss?"

On his other side, Sabine frowned. She removed her glove and felt Ezra's forehead.

"Kanan, I think he has a fever." Ezra furiously shook his head, moving her hand.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." He rose to his feet, only to have his legs to give out from under him. Zeb grabbed him before he could hit the floor.

Hera walked over. She too frowned as she laid her hand against Ezra's cheek.

"Sabine's right. He's warm." She looked up at the Jedi.

"We can't finish the mission without him."

"Sabine, contact Vizago. The mission's off." He bent to gather Ezra from the lasat's grasp. The teen struggled weakly at his touch.

"No, please, I'm fine, really..."

Ezra paled suddenly, clapping a hand over his mouth as he doubled over.

"Karabast." Zeb swore at the teen emptied the contents of his stomach onto the ground. Kanan winced in sympathy. He held the boy's shoulders to keep him upright, while Hera gently gathered the hair away from the teen's face.

Once he had finished, Ezra fell back against Kanan, breathing heavily. Kanan smoothed his hair in a reassuring gesture.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ezra rasped. His face was flushed from both the fever and shame.

"I'll...I'll clean it.."

"Right now the only thing your doing is going to bed." Kanan picked him up, bridal style and started to carry him to his quarters.

"I'll get the med-kit." Hera called after him. Kanan looked over his shoulder at her and nodded in acknowledgement.

Ezra buried his face into Kanan's neck. "I'm sorry." He whispered. The Jedi assumed he was talking about throwing up.

"Kid, it's fine. We all get sick sometimes. It's not the end..."

"No!" Ezra cut him off.

"I'm talking about the miss..."A cough cut him off. "Mission."

Kanan suddenly understood. They mission they were planning would have given them enough credits to last them for several months. The teen felt guilty for being the reason the mission was called off and preventing them from getting the credits they so desperately needed.

"Ezra, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is." Ezra coughed, a dry, rough sound that racked his thin frame. Kanan only tightened his grip.

"No it's not." By this time they had reached Kanan's room. The Jedi opened the dorr and walked in, settling Ezra down onto the bed.

"It's not your fault you got sick. Besides, there'll be other missions to go on."

As he spoke he removed Ezra's pack and boots, then gently pushed him down into a laying position.

"Now just relax kid. Don't worry about the mission, or anything else, just focus on getting better, okay?"

Ezra sighed and gave a faint nod nod. "Okay." His voice was so low Kanan had to strain to hear him.

"Good boy." Kanan looked up as the door opened and Hera walked in. She handed him the small bottle she was holding to him before kneeling beside the bed. She started stroking Ezra's hair. Ezra closed his eyes, snuggling into her touch. Hera smiled at that.

"The Medicine will ease his stomach. I couldn't find anything to help with his fever though, so I sent Sabine to pick some up."

"Alright then." Kanan unscrewed the bottle. Hera propped Ezra's head up slightly as the Jedi administered the medication. Ezra obediently took it, then shuddered and make a face.

"Sorry. I forgot to warn you about the taste." Hera laughed as she lowered his head back onto the pillow. Ezra glared at her and opened his mouth to retort, but a cough escaped instead.

When Ezra's coughing ended the Pilot rubbed his shoulder before standing.

"I have to go get some chores done. I'll come check up on you later. Come get me if you need anything."

She paused in the doorway. "By the way, Sabine said if you want to, she'll bring you some art supplies for you to use."

Ezra smiled faintly.

"Tell her I said thanks."

Hera returned the grin with a gentle one of her own before leaving. Once she was gone Kanan also stood.

"Where you going?" Ezra's voice sounded so weak and pitiful that it tugged at Kanan's heartstrings. He looked down at the now curled up youth.

"Just leaving so you could rest."

"Oh." Ezra sounded disappointed at that. His eyes flicked up at the ceiling.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"I guess. I mean, if you want to." Despite his attempts to hide it, hope flooded Ezra's features. Kanan smiled.

"I'm sure." He sat back down at the edge of the bed, right above Ezra's head. The boy squirmed so his head rested on Kanan's leg. The Jedi exhaled a chuckle, resting a hand on Ezra's head.

"Rest Kid, I'm not going anywhere." Kanan smiled.