Heart Transplant (Zezra)

Heart Problems

A/N This is my FIRST Star Wars Rebels fanfic. This takes place in Season 1 because I'm not really into the Season 2 and 3 of the series. ENJOY!

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It was a peaceful afternoon in Lothal. The ship of the Rebels, the Ghost, was parked at an empty field, away from the city to not get caught by the Imperials.

Hera Syndulla, the pilot of the Ghost, sat on the cockpit, talking with Fulcrum about their next mission.

In the dining room/kitchen, Sabin Wren, the team's painter/explosive expert, was playing a holo-game match against the team's droid, Chopper, who was getting cranky because of the fact that he was losing the match.

Kanan Jarrus, the team's leader, was in his cabin, meditating in peace. He was connecting himself with the force to ease his mind.

In his shared cabin, Ezra Bridger, the youngest in the team, was packing some of his things in his bag. He had an appointment somewhere, and he needed to leave before anyone noticed. Quick as a Loth-cat, he grabbed a trooper helmet and attempted to leave, only to be pushed back when something inside him clenched painfully. He gasped, losing breath as he sat back down and began to pant.

'I need to leave. NOW.' he thought to himself before letting out a sigh then he slowly stood up and made his way to the door.

As soon as the door opened, however, he was greeted by an unpleasant surprise.

"Zeb?!" Ezra was taken back.

"And where are you going, kid?" Garazeb Orrelios, the team's muscle, questioned with his arms folded in front of him.

"Out." Ezra hissed, crossing his arms and glaring at the Lasat.

"Out where?" Zeb raised an eyebrow.

"Just OUT." Ezra stood firm.

"Kid, you know that if anyone asks where you ran off to, they'll blame me for letting you out without knowing where you went,"

"It's none of you business, Zeb," Ezra pointed out.

"Might not be, but at least tell me why you're going out," Zeb grumbled.

"Ugh, fine," Ezra sighed. "I have an appointment,"

"What kind of appointment?" Zeb narrowed his eyes at the boy.

"Does it matter, Zeb?! I'm going to be late!" Ezra squeezed through an opening and passed the Lasat.

"Ezra—!" Zeb growled, but the boy was already out the door. "Karabast! He got away again! Argh..."

He clawed his face in frustration as he sat on his bunk. Before he could do anything, however, Ezra surprisingly came back.

"Hey, Zeb!"

"What?" Zeb moved his fingers to get a glimpse of the blunette.

"Tell Kanan I'm going to miss Jedi Training," Ezra said quickly. "I REALLY need to head out,"

"Fine," Zeb sighed. "but in one condition!"

Ezra let out a groan. "Fine, what is it?"

"You tell me what the hell is going on when you get back. Deal?"

"Deal." Ezra nodded then he dashed off. "Thanks, Zeb!"

He ran out to the hanger and exited the Ghost, dashing through the open field as he placed on the trooper helmet. He went to the nearest city and stole a jumpspeeder behind the stormtroopers' backs then he sped off. He dashed through and out of the city and headed to a tall white building, far, far from the Empire. After a while, he parked the speeder next to the entrance and ran inside. He went to the counter and came to a stop, panting in exhaustion.