Star Wars Rebels One Shots

Bonds

It had been a month since the Ghost crew had found Ezra and taken him in. He trained regularly with Kanan, but was easily frustrated and gave up quickly. Patience obviously wasn't his strong suit. Ezra often went to his room to be alone, to isolate himself.
He was scared.
Seven years of life on the streets had left its mark on him. Physically and mentally. He flinched noticeably at physical contact and was reluctant to make conversation with the crew. And the scars. Hera had seen various cuts on Ezra's arms when he had rolled up his sleeves to help her with the engine. She had struggled to keep herself from staring. Ezra didn't trust them fully. Not yet. But Hera was determined to get to the bottom of his distrust. The perfect moment came when she crossed paths with him on her way to the cockpit.
"Hey, Ezra, can I talk to you privately in the cockpit?" Hera asked.
Ezra looked at Hera. She could see the fear in his sapphire eyes.
"Okay. Yeah, sure." He answered quietly.
Hera walked down the hallway, Ezra following her but kept his distance.
"Take a seat." Hera said as she sat down.
Ezra plopped down into the seat opposite Hera. His raven bangs covered his eyes.
"Ezra-" Hera started.
"You want to get rid of me." Ezra whispered.
Hera stared at Ezra. Get rid of him?
"I'm just a burden on you guys. I'll get out of your way." He muttered.
Ezra stood up, not looking at Hera. He began to walk to the door, when Hera grabbed his shoulder. She saw him flinch and freeze.
"Ezra, that's not what I wanted to talk about." Hera said.
"Then what did you want to talk about?" Ezra said, eyes directed at the floor.
"I wanted to make sure you're okay."
Ezra looked at Hera. His eyes were wide in surprise. Had he never been shown genuine concern before?
"Do you think could sit back down for me?" Hera asked with a smile.
"Okay."
Ezra and Hera both sat back down in their chairs.
"Why do you care so much?" Ezra asked quietly.
"Why wouldn't we?" Hera answered. "You're a member of our crew. We care for each other."
"But I can't do anything!" Ezra said loudly. "I'm no good at jedi training or any kind of fighting!"
"So? Nobody is born knowing everything. You have to practise and that's how you get better. Do you think I've been able to fly like this my whole life?"
"...no." Ezra hesitated, scared for Hera's reaction.
"Exactly. You'll learn things in good time, Ezra, you just have to believe in yourself." Hera said.
Ezra peered through his bangs at Hera, his blue orbs filled with a new hope.
"Maybe you're right Hera." He said, giving her a small smile.
"We're always here for you Ezra no matter what." Hera reassured. "You can go now, I'm sure Kanan what probably looking for you."
"Thanks Hera." Ezra said, standing up.
"Oh Ezra, one more thing." Hera stopped him.
"What is-"
Hera grabbed Ezra and pulled him into a hug. He was startled at first and then wrapped his arms her around her. After a few moments of warm embrace, Hera let Ezra go to Kanan.
She watched them quietly from the cockpit, a smile on her face, as they trained outside in the sunset

"You're part of our family now and we will always love you, Ezra."

A/N: I like fluff, do you like fluff?
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