Chest Of Clues And Memories

Difficult Choice

A/N Okay, I'll be focusing on our precious blueberry's love life first before we go back to his search for his parents. He needs to make a choice, after all ^^

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Two week had flown by fast. The Ghost crew were back to doing missions for Phoenix Squadron and the Rebellion. Fortunately, things were a little slow, giving them a little more free time before a mission.

During the first week, Ezra had noticed something odd going on between Kanan and Zeb. Normally, Kanan was focused on their Jedi Training, but it seemed that he was getting so distracted that Ashoka has to come and help them out. Zeb, on the other hand, hadn't been taking his usual naps and had been watching his Jedi Training— more specifically him, EVERY DAY.

Ezra had a theory for why the two were acting so strange, but shrugged it off, thinking that it wasn't possible. At least, he thought it wasn't possible, but the strange behaviors seem to become a habit. Pretty soon, Rex and Ashoka had to come to their ship almost every day, so Ashoka could help him with Jedi Training.

He wanted to know why they were acting all different, more so than when he had revealed his natural reddish-brown eyes and his sapphire blue hair. He couldn't ask them since they would never answer honestly, so he waited for a chance to ask the others for any answer. Finally, he got his chance.

It was a slow day. Ashoka was talking to Kanan, who had begun another argument with Rex (No surprise there). Zeb was in his cabin, exercising (when Ezra last saw him, at least), Sabine was in her room, painting, while Hera was in the cockpit, fixing the console with Chopper after their last rough run-in with the Empire.

Ezra was in common room with the dolls again. He was trying to give himself confidence since he was planning to talk to their Twi'lek Captain about his distracted leader and his overprotective roomie. At last, he found his bravery and placed the dolls on his belt then he stood up and entered the cockpit.

"Hey, Hera?"

"Hmm?" The Twi'lek looked up from the under the console to see the boy standing in front of her. "Oh, hey, Ezra. Need anything?"

"Just want to talk to you," the blunette replied nervously, sitting on the co-pilot's seat. "It's about Kanan and Zeb,"

Hera's emerald eyes widened and flashed in amazement. She pulled herself out and dusted herself off then she sat down on the pilot's seat and nodded.

"I was wondering when you'd notice," she chuckled.

"You know what's going on?" Ezra raised an eyebrow.

"It's what's been going on ever since your birthday," Hera smiled and laid back on her seat. "but I assume that you still have no clue why they've been acting like complete idiots?"

"Yeah, I've got no idea," Ezra sighed and folded his arms. "Mind telling me, or at least giving me a clue?"

"Ezra, they've both been fussing over you. I'd think that it was already obvious. Well, if you want to know so badly, the only clue I can give you is that they both think that you are most precious and most beautiful creature in all of the Outer Rim,"

Ezra felt a blush appear on his cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears. His eyes were wide as he placed a hand on his mouth, gasping when realization dawned upon him and hitting him harder than an an army of angry Loth-cats.

"Wait... Wait a minute... are you saying that that... they... I mean... you can't possibly think..."

"I don't THINK, Ezra," Hera giggled. "I KNOW,"

"Oh my Force..." Ezra slumped back on his seat, his eyes as wide as saucers. "I... I thought of that theory, b-but I didn't think it was possible..."