Somewhere in season one before Kanan gets captured but after Ezra and Kanan get attached to one another (Force Bond) and before the were forced to leave Lothal...they are on Lothal. Rated PG-13 for bad words here and there

  "EZRA BREAKFAST!" Sabine screamed at the top of her lungs as she helped Hera set the table.

"KANAN COFFEE!" Hera yelled just as loud as Sabine

"Hera I'm here you don't have to yell." Kanan appeared in the door way with his famous half smile that always seemed to make Hera's heart skip a beat.

"Sorry love." Hera said smiling back at him and handing him a cup of coffee.

"Where's Zeb?" The master asked then immediately regretted his question when he saw the look Hera and Sabine shared. He quickly set down his coffee and clamped his hands over his ears as the girls yelled in perfect sync,

"GARAZEB ORELLIOS! GET UP! BREAKFAST!"

Zeb walked in the the room with an annoyed look on his face "Kanan tell your girlfriend to shut-" the Lasot stopped his growling as he saw the look on Kanan's face that read 'if you call her my girlfriend one more time you'll be begging for the empire to take you'.

So instead of continuing with his early grumble, Zeb continued with a complaint about how the girls used his full name.

"Where's the kid?" Zeb asked sitting down and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Sabine drew in a huge breath and was about to yell for Ezra when Kanan claimed his hand over her mouth.

"It's way to early for any more screaming, he's coming." Kanan told Sabine who gave him a look that said ,'if you don't take your hand off of my mouth, I will lick you'

"I dare you." Kanan said as he retreated his hand to his side and sat down next to Hera.

"How did you-" Sabine began but was cut off by a yelp of surprise, banging sound, then a string of cuss words that only Sabine understood (given that she was the only one that spoke the native Lothal language)( Ezra speaks Basic and lothalian)(I made that up :))

Kanan's Padawan walked into the main room rubbing the side of his head and wincing at the slight pain.

Zeb stifled a laugh.

"What happened kid?" He questioned.

"I fell off the ladder." Ezra mumbled as he sat next to Kanan, who was sloshing his coffee around his cup next to Hera, who was giving the Jedi a glare of annoyance next to Zeb, who was devouring his meal next to Sabine, who wasn't hungry and was just sipping on some water...chopper was still in recharge.

"What did you say?" Kanan asked

"Nothing it doesn't matter." Ezra replied sounding a little bummed. He took a big gulp of water then began on the meal in front of him.

"Soooooo," Sabine started "What are we doing today?"

"Unless Hera has a job for us, I thought we could have a day off." Kanan said looking at Hera.

"I've got nothing, just miner repairs but chopper can take care of those." Hera replied

"Dose that mean we can go." Ezra asked pirked up hopefully

'Please say yes, please say yes' he thought

Kanan chuckled slightly, hearing his students plea's over the bond.

Hera rolled her eyes with a playfully smile "All right your free for the day."

Ezra leaped from the table "YEEESSS!"

"But if you leave the ship you have to go with a partner."

Ezra's smile fell almost instantly
"What? No, no, no. Come on Hera I really need to go to this place by my self."

Kanan, sensing high levels of panic and very low, but slowly rising levels of anger, stepped in

"And what place would that be?" He sent restraining waves through the Force to Ezra to help him control the anger.

Ezra turned away with a huff "No where it doesn't matter." The anger completely disappeared replaced with depression, determination and most of all desperation, Ezra started to walk towards the door.

When he was gone, the others (Zeb and Sabine) shrugged off their younger teammates odd behavior, probably a teen boy thing anyways, and continue to enjoy their morning. The two leaders, however, had an entire conversation through looks and hand gestures. After many attempts of saying 'no' without sound, the Jedi gave in to the Twil'iks persistence and fallowed after his Padawan.

KANANS POV

I found Ezra sitting on the roof of the phantom overlooking the plains of Lothal. In the distance, I could barely see the outline of an old communication tower that Ezra had used as shelter for so long.

The wind nipped at my ponytail as it gently racked it's fingers through my apprentice's uniquely blue hair.

I sat down next to him, letting my legs hang over the edge and leaning back on my hands. I looked over at Ezra, who had his knees pulled up to his chest, arms and hands holding his legs and his head resting on his knees.

"So what's going on?" I asked

He shrugged "Nothing." He let out a deep breath

"Ok, I'm going to get right down to business then." I started "A certain Twil'ik, not saying who, wanted me to ask you about what place you wanted to go to and why."

Ezra looked at me with a look somewhere between really tired and really worried

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked as I lifted a hand to his forehead.

He flinched at the hand and pushed it away. When he realized what he did he looked confused then sorry.

"Sorry Kanan, I'm just not used to being touched." Ezra explained

I nodded understandingly "It's alright but can I check your temp?" I asked raising a hand again

He unfolded his body and sat towards me crosslegged.

I touched my hand to his forehead and on his cheeks.

"Your fine." I told him

Ezra opened his eyes that I didn't realize he'd closed and pulled away from my touch as he stood up.

"Ezra what place did you want to go to?" I asked again

"I can't bring anyone there but I have to go, Kanan you have to let me go if I don't they'll- I mean! Karabast!"
I felt Ezra unconsciously send waves of panic through the Force.

I stood up as Ezra neared the edge of the Ghost.

"Who's they?" I asked

"Kanan I have to go by my self today." He persisted

"Why?" My voice was forceful and I regretted the tone as sone as I heard it.

"Because!" Ezra yelled and whirled around to look at me "Because," he repeated calmer "if I don't then... I can't tell you."

"Why?" I asked for the second this time, though, softer.

"Because if I don't then... Kanan please don't press this, there are things at play here that could get you and the entire crew killed."

Despite his pleas I continued

"What things?"

"For lights sake! Kanan! Come on! What things?! What things!? Things from my past! People that are extremely dangerous! These people make the Empire look like a charity for kids! Kanan you can't know anything about it..." Ezra glared to the side of him and then looked at me with that same glare his eyes having a yellow tint to them "And you won't."

Before I could react he swung a fist at my jaw. It hit me right below the ear, which is a place on most species, if hit hard enough, lose consciousness. I dropped like a sack of maylooruns. I looked up at Ezra's sorrowful face. "I'm sorry master, but I'm doing what you and the crew taught me. Protecting my family."

I lost consciousness as he turned and jumped off the ship.

EZRAS POV

I was running through the grassy fields of Lotha as fast as I could, almost to the edge of the city . I could hear the yelling of my teammates on the back of their speeders shouting for me. For me not at me. The haven't seen me yet.

As I heard them draw nearer I laid flat on stomach in the tall grass. A few minutes later I saw them speed over and beside me, going completely unnoticed.

Even after the roaring sound speeders dimmed I waited a few more minutes before I stood up. When I saw that no one was around and the crew was well ahead of me I took off running out of the fields and in to the outskirts of the Lothalian city that I had called home most of my live.

I snuck around an old rundown building and climbed to the roof using the drain pipe. It took me longer than usual, maybe Kanan was wrong, maybe I am a little sick... Naw I'm prolly just overly tired. Oh Force Kanan! Hes going to kill me when he finds me. No he won't, I was protecting him and the crew once I explain that he'll forgive me. But how do I explain what I'm doing without giving away to much information about my past? Problem for a later time right now I need to get acrossed town.

Once I was on top of the building, I could see the others splitting up to go look for me. Unfortunately the way I needed to go was also the way Kanan was going. Karabast. I hope he's not mad later, I was only protecting him and the crew.

I crept along the roofs of the buildings, trying to stay out of sight of my master and the Passer Byers on the street below.

Finally I made it to an old abandon building with a glass roof, most of which was shattered on the floor 20 feet below. There was also a small section of the roof that was boarded up by wood and metal.
Taking one last look at Kanan, and seeing that he was moving on after giving the creepy building only a glance, I dropped down on to the floor below.

The place I was in was called the Mall of Rats or the M.O.R. Basically it's the mall for street kids. Some of the original street kids founded it and when they became adults they continued to run it. The only grown ups that are aloud in to the M.O.R. are members of the Loth Kings Clan, which is what the founders call them selfs. The kids that they 'help' are simply referred to as Loth Rats.

The way the M.O.R. works is you can sell anything, including illegal weapons and drugs, but out of what ever you make 10% of it goes to the Loth Kings. You can pay three ways: Credits, Goods, or Favors. In return for the 10% fee, they grant you protection and a spot in the market to continue your sales. And when they tell you that they'll protect you they mean it, the Kings are very protective over their Rats, but you never want to get on their bad side or forget to pay them.

As I dropped to the floor, many eyes were on me and I heard a bunch of 'whoas' 'oohs' and 'cools'.

"What?!" I asked the 4-17 year old kids "Never seen a guy drop down from a ceiling 20 feet high? Pshh! Y'all need to get out more!" I said cockily. You had to act tough and cocky here. Believe it or not, if you didn't it would be considered rude and no one would do business with you.

The kids laughed then turned back to their own business as I walk away down the middle of the isles lined with kids trying to get me to buy their junk.

"Blaster parts I have blaster parts!" a 12 year old Rodian female called

"Come get you candy! Freshly stolen!" A 6 year old human screamed at the top of his lungs

"Death Sticks for sale! Get them now before I use 'em all! Hanahaha!" A 10 year old cackled

"Step right up to revive your Force Sensitivity Test! Are you a peace keeping Jedi? An ass kicking Sith? Never know until you get a reading!" A 13 year old Ithorian

I've actually tried the Force test when I was 11...it was wrong it said I was a, and I quote, 'boring normal person who needs to get a life'.

I walked up to two very impressive and large looking doors which had very large and impressive looking adult guards. Both had a black vest with no under shirt on, blue holly genes, and a tattoo of a crown being held up by the tails of two rats on their left shoulder. The mark of the Loth Kings.

"Sup boys?" I said as cocky as ever, taking on the familiar ascent of the M.O.R. Market (it sounds like a mix of Texan and Bolivian accents) "Names Ezra I heard that the boss man wants tuh see me, well'p Im here. Ya gonna let me in?" I said, my body motion matching my attitude.

They looked at each other then opened the door for me and I walked in. "Thanx much my compadrais." I thanked them using the formal slang of 'thank you'.

I walked into the room which was nicer than the M.O.R., being that this room was the head quarters of the Loth Kings, but not by much. It was still dimly lit, had the smell of mill due, and looked as if it had been in a war zone.

I causally strolled up to the higher platform which had a really nice looking chair, that looked completely out of place, and stopped at the steps.

I cleared my throat and the mussily man sitting on the throne like chair looked up from the data pad in his hands.

"Ya wanted tuh see me Boss." I stated more than asked

"Ezra! My best thief, my favorite Loth Rat, how you've been, man!" The king greeted using the typical 'insult as a complement' greeting.

"Can't complain much, got a great gig that takes a bite out of the empire and keeps me off the streets. Can't complain." I said respectfully... Well as respectfully as Butch (that's the boss) would expect me to be.

"Yeah I heard about those rebels ya've been hanging with, dats one of da reasons why I wanted to talk tuh ya."

"Sure, Butch. What about em? I'll tell you anything." I lied

"It's more about ya dat I want tuh know about. Ya understand how it works in my community. We give, ya give. Simple, right?"

"The simplest." I agreed, I didn't like where this was going

"Good, good, ya do understand, then ya can see my confusion caint ya? Us Kings took ya in when ya's was 11. Protected ya and provide for ya until ya's was 12 then ya-" he made a waving motion with his hand "disappeared. We tracked ya down course, not because we was angered but because we was concerned for ya safety. Ya disappeared without any warning, ya didn't tell nobody. Me and my crew thought that one of ours enemies or da empire snatched ya up. Imagine my surprise when we tracked ya to an old empire tower 2 years later. We was about to confront ya a few months ago when ya disappeared again."

"Boss I can expl-" I interrupted

"Don't interrupt me! I'm not finished!" He boomed

I shut my mouth and looked at the floor. I kept upright as I listen to what Butch was saying.

"As I was sayin' , ya disappeared again. Den a few weeks ago one of my Loth-Rats saw ya stealin' from the imps with da team of Rebels dats the empire been huntin'. Da rebel crew dat has one of 'em survivin' Jedi as da leader."

After Butch stopped talking I looked at him to see if he was truly done talking or if he was waiting for me to say something. The look he gave me said the former.

"So," he continued "to pay off ya debt- ya know what ya debt is, right?"

"Ya took me in and protected-" I tried to answer but was interrupted by the King

"No no no not dat debt. ya paid dat one off by stealin' from others and givin' meh da profits. Im talkin' about the surchin' costs. It took a lot of credits,goods, and favors tuh track ya down, dats ya debt... And all the stuff ya bought from meh and my Rats." He clarified

"With all due respect Butch, I didn't ask tuh be looked for. And I think that either ya are lying tuh meh or ya crew is lying tuh ya." I held my breath, hoping he'd take my opinion well. Surprisingly he did.

"Explain." He simply said, leaning forward in his chair looking interested.

"Well ya see, ya said dat I disappeared when I was 12, but I didn't. I stopped comin' tuh ya meatin's but I still bought from ya market when I needed it. For da most part I stole from the empire and da Lothalian market only for my self. Stole to survive. I didn't sell what I stole at ya market because I only stole what I needed so their was never nothin' left over to sell. And if there was I sold it on the streets, sorry to break it to ya but the black market getS me a lot more money that if I sold it at the M.O.R....But I never disappeared I was always around the streets, ya market, the Lothalian market or in da fields surroundin' my tower. And as for disappearing a few month ago dats because, like ya said, I joined a rebel crew." I concluded, trying to leave out as much about my friends as possible

"I see," Butch said then glanced at the data pad in his hand "but it says here dat ya paid many of my men, Kings and Rats alike, off in favors for various amounts of different things ranging from food to drugs." He looked up from the data pad with a smile. "I didn't know that ya was in tuh drugs, ya don't seem like da typ."

I looked down a little ashamed then met his steady gaze "It was a hard time in my life but I'm not using anymore." I said dropping the M.O.R.ian accent.

His eyebrows raised at the tone of my voice and smiled with fake sympathy. "don't worry 'bout da drugs, I'm sure everyone in this building has or is still usein' some sort of drugs. But ya still owe a lot of people a lot of favors. Ya know what happens to the people dat go back on their word and don't pay up."

I nodded. Most of them end up in the river.

"Yeah ya don't want dat and neither do I. I'd hate tuh see such a talented young man die over a few dozen favors, 3,752 credits and one promised speeder bike."

I looked up in surprise "th-dats how much I owe?"

"Yep, and a few more pages worth of different goods." He said smiling at me as if he won some sort of game.

"I-I-I can't pay that off...not in the amount of time that ya gave meh."

I had received a message exactly one week before this, telling me where to go (M.O.R.) why (unpaid debt) and how much time I have to get the debt paid off (one week). One week would be up by night fall...and it was noon.

The king sank back into his throne, running his hand through his untrimmed beard, thinking. "I think I have a solution. Ya said dat ya hang out with em rebels and da rebel leader is a Jedi. Ya bring me his lazier sword then I'll settle ya's debt. Deal?"

I cringed "sorry boss no deal. I admit that I'm a great thief, but I'm not that good. Believe me I tried and I almost got thrown off da ship for it." I tweaked the truth a bit.

"I see...how 'bout dat Mandalorian armer?" He asked

"If I get within 30 feet of that Mandalorian's armer, she'll kill me on the spot." I lied again

"Well there is one more thing dat I need and if ya give it tuh me then ya debt will be cleared."

"As long as it's not from da crew I can get for ya." I said confidently

"Excellent!" The king clapped his hands twice.

I looked behind me as the doors opened and the 2 men that who were on guard came in. One holding a syringe fills with black liquid, the other holding a knife.

I looked nervously around the room, searching for a quick escape if I needed one.

"Ezra, calm down man,hers da deal ya let my compadrais here inject ya and ya debt free." The boss called my attention

"What! No! I'm not getting in to drugs again!" I said beginning to panic. Then suddenly I felt a calming sensation from the Force run throughout my body. Kanan. No! No! No! He can't be here. It's not safe for any adults that aren't in the Clan, even the empire knows that!

"Naw man ya got it all wrong this ain't no drug... It's Death." The king said calmly with a wicked smile in his face as the man with the knife grabbed me.

I struggle and shouted until he put the knife up to my throat. The man with the syringe grabbed my arm and stuck the needle in my vain. I watched as the black liquid went from the container into my body. The surrounding skin turned black as drug made its way up my arm. Death. That's the name of the drug. It's named that because it puts you through so much pain that you wish that you were dead. In fact it puts the person through so much pain that if you and a weapon to the guy that was infected with Death, instead of killing you for injecting him with it or using it to escape confinement, he'll use it to kill himself. That's on normal people...I have no idea what would happen to me...I'm Force sensitive.

KANANS POV

I've been looking for Ezra for about 5 hours now. It's almost 12:00 and there's been no sing of him. My jaw hurts a lot, kinda wish I hadn't taught him that pressure point...

I had just made my 4th run through capital city when I felt it. A whisper in the Force, as if it was telling me where to go. I fallowed the feeling towards a rundown looking building. I tapped in to the master/Padawan bond and was actually able to 'see' a light orange trail of mist leading up the side of the building.

I smiled. Ezra may be able to block some parts of the bond but there are other parts that he has no idea how to. I climbed up the side of the creepy building and fallowed my Padawans Force trail on to the partly shattered glass roof. The trail led down in to a 20 foot drop. I was about to drop down when I noticed something strange. When I peered in to the gloomy room I saw kids. Only kids. No adults except for 2 ugly guards in front of two very impressive doors. I moved over to the part of the roof that was boarded up with patchwork wood and sheets of metal. There was a small entry way that I could barely fit through. I was debating wether I should go down or com the crew when I felt panic come through Ezra's side of the bond. That made up my mind. I dove through the small hole as I sent a calming sensation through the bond, all I got in return was more panic. It didn't take long until I was able to see the scene before me. A burly man who sat in a thrown like chair said to Ezra
"Naw man ya got it all wrong this ain't no drug... It's Death."
And with that the 2 guards that saw before closed in and grabbed my Padawan.

I baked out of the small space I was in faster than a young Anakin in a pod race (old Padawan joke... Deal with it). I bolted over to the glass part of the roof and jumped down in front of the now unguarded doors. With the sound of my landing, all the kids and teens heads whipped around towards me. Some of the younger ones showed fear at the sight of me but all the other older ones showed anger. The hatred and hostility in the room was almost over whelming, these kids really, and I mean REALLY, did not want me to be here. As the older ones started to stalk closer to me with various weapons, I turned my attention towards the doors when I heard Ezra shouting nonsense. I called upon the Force around me and thrusted my hands out I front of me. With a loud booming sound, the doors fell down as if they where playing cards in a breeze. Suddenly all the children wanted nothing to do with me and started to file out of the ware house in a rushed and panicked fashion.

I locked my gaze on the two burly guards that drooped the body of my Padawan. With the Force flowing through me and all the negative emotions around me, I held nothing back. I through up my hands lifting both the guards in the air and hurled them out of the room all the way a crossed the now empty kid black market. They hit the wall with a loud crash then slid down to the floor leaving 2 red streaks on the wall behind them.

I rushed into the room stepping over the barley conscious form of Ezra. I looked down at him and saw his arm turning a grey color and right next to it was a syringe. I looked up at the guy on the throne and I had to hold back my rage. I marched up to him,

"Hey man how's it goin'? I think ya a lil' bit lost and confused. Am I right? Ya see, I'm Butch, ya know da leader of the Loth Kings clan. "

"Never heard of you but do you know who that is?" I asked him pointing down at Ezra while trying to keep my rage under control. I could sense the growing numbers of guards coming as well as a good amount of not-so-scared-anymore children but held my gaze evenly listening to this smug street slime answer.

"Yep. dat there was one of my Loth Rats who got a lil' too independent and headstrong not to mention he owes me big time. He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up on da bottom of river, he dug himself in a huge hole this time." He said smiling his rotting teeth at me.

That's all it took for me to snap. I rushed up to him and lifted him up by his throat. He was a heavy man (mostly mussel) so the Force had to assist me a bit but it was mostly me holding him up by his trachea.

"If you EVER threaten or touch my Padawan ever again you will NOT survive our next encounter. I don't want to hear about any debt. As far as your concerned, your, pathetic miserable, life being spared paid off all of his debt. You WILL call off the guards outside and you will let me and my son walk out of here unharmed. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?" I roared

When I was younger I would rate my enemies fear. 1 being not at all intimidated and 10 being bed wetter. Let's just say that this guy should of worn his brown pants.

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"Y-y-y-ya dat Jedi ain't ya?" his choked out as I pulled his face closer to mine and loosened my grip on his wind pipe.

"Yes I am. And unless you want to see what happens when street scum like you mess with a Jedi masters Padawan, I suggest that you CALL OFF THE GAURDS AND LET US WALK OUT OF HERE!"

"Yeah yeah sure what ever ya want." He groveled

I shoved him towards the the door

"Stand down!" He said waving at his group " we just had a misunderstandin' dats all. Evrythin's fine now... The M.O.R. is closed for uh... Construction." He said giving his doors and nearly dead GAURDS a glance. "Members of the Loth King Clan help da Loth Rats find a place to stay until construction is done and don't let anyone in da M.O.R. until then. Ya get meh?"

All his men nodded or replied in disappointed huffs and ushered the remaining street kids out of the M.O.R.

"On second thought KINGS AND RATS THESE MEN HAVE THREATENED MEH AND YA'S WAY OF LIFE ATTACK THEM WITH EVREYTHIN' YA GOT!"

Should have seen that coming.

With one hand I motioned both the doors up, blocking the king and his army, and with my other hand shot down to my com.

"Specter 1 to Ghost! Home in on my com signal and pick us up!" I said into the com as I struggled to keep the heavy doors up.

"Specter 2 to specter 1 we're on our way did you find Ezra?" As if on cue Ezra screamed in agony and a wave of pain hit me so hard that I cried out with him.

"Specter 1? Specter 1!"

"Yeah yeah I'm here he's her just hurry up and get here." I said wile grinding my teath. If I was in this much pain then I can't imaging how agonizing it must be for Ezra. I returned my com to my belt and used both of my Force enhanced hands to hold up the doors.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Make it stop! Make it stop!" Ezra shouted and pleaded while he held his head between his body and his knees, curling into a ball.

I sent as much comfort I could towards him but I don't think it was helping. While keeping my focus on holding the doors closed, I walked backwards towards my padawan. Hands still out stretched, I kneeled down beside him so that the side of my thigh was touching the front of his knees. As son as he relished that it was me touching him, he unfurled from his ball and scooted as close as he could to me.

EZRAS POV

I was in so much pain. Nothing in my entire 8 years of living on the streets could of prepared me for this. I felt my voice becoming hoarse from screaming, and the knife in my boot seemed to be calling me. Oh my Force! Did I just think about suicide. Karabast, I just thought of suicide! No I will not allow you to kill yourself, you have survived for 8 years without any hope and never thought about purposely self mutilation so your not going to start now!

I heard someone kneel down next to me and felt their thigh touch my knees. At first I flinched away but after a few seconds I realized that the person was Kanan. I uncurled from my ball and, with much effort and a lot of pain from moving, I scooted as close to Kanan as I could. My face was buried in his lap as I bit my lip to try to keep from screaming. I heard Kanan grunt in exhaustion and when I looked up at his face I could see why. Both his hands were out stretched, towards the doors, trembling. His eyes brows were nit together in consitration, sweat was rolling down his face,and there was a light trickle of blood from were he was biting his lip.

Another wave of pain hit me and I cried out again. Kanan flinched, bit his lip harder, and screwed his eyes shut. I on the other hand, couldn't stop screaming, and sobbing. I felt my hand move without permission down to my boot and grab hold of the hilt of my knife. I was about to pull it out of its covering when Kanan spoke.

"Their coming Ezra. H-hold on. The crew is o-on their way."

His voice sounded strained and tired like it does after a particularly hard mission only this time it was more so. Like he was at his breaking point. I let go of the knife, ignored the pain the best I could (which wasn't at all I just cried out more and dug my nails in to my palms) and at in the same position as my master. I outstretched my hands, opened myself up to the force, and 'pushed' against the door. I heard Kanan give a sigh of relief as some of the pressure was taken off of him.

"Ya cain't stay in there foreva'!" One of the guards called through the thick door

"Watch us." Kanan mumbled

We stayed like that for...well I don't know how long but I was losing the fight of staying awake.

"K-Kanan I can't-" I was cut off by yet another tsunami of pain.

KANANA POV

"K-Kanan I can't-" I heard Ezra start but then felt another tsunami of pain wash over him. We cried out in unison then he fell over on my lap breathing hard and eyes shut.

I searched the bond and found that he was unconscious. Along his unconsciousness came the subside of the pain. I couldn't feel his pain anymore, which was good for the both of us. Now I could pay full attention to what was happening outside the thousands of pounds doors. The sene was not good. There were at lest 1 dozen guards and around 20 15-17 year olds pushing again send the doors, the king was nowhere to be found. Usually I could handle this, I could take out the guards then, hopefully, most of the kids would get scared and run off. But I couldn't do that in my condition. I felt like I was only moments away from collapsing beside my Padawan.

I pushed forward with the last remains of my strength before I let go. The doors came crashing down for the second time today as I slump forward, using my body to shield my padawan's. I expected to be overran by guards and enrage teens. I expected to be harshly searched. I expected to be tied up and held captive. What I did not expect was to hear the sounds of battle or to feel someone shrugging me over their shoulder. And I most certainly did not expect to open my eyes and see that I was on the ghost.

What just happened. One second I was about to be killed by kids and the next Hera is telling me not to sit up.

"Kanan Jarrus if you try to sit up one more time I will duct tape you to the bed!"

We were in the med bay, and I have no idea how I got here.

"Hera, whats going on? What just happened? Where's Ezra!?"

"Calm down chief the kids fine just unconscious." Zeb walked in and gestured to the sleeping boy on the other med bed next to me.

"And to answer your other questions we tracked you down, via com link, then while you were holding up the doors Zeb took out the guards and I scared the kids off." Sabine clarified.

"How long was I out?" I inquired.

"About 7 hours." Zeb said while shrugging.

"May I sit up now Doctor Hera?" I asked looking over to my secret girlfriend.

"Call me doctor again and you won't be able to," she said sternly, "But yes dear." She said sweetly and innocently.

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to sit myself up using my arms as support. Ezra stirred slightly but was still to weak and did not wake from his unconsciousness.

"How is he?" I asked looking down at my s-Padawan

"The only thing ring with him that I could find was a typ of drug in his system." Hera stated gravely

"It's called Death or Suicide. It was a huge problem on Mandalor. It basically puts the victim in so much pain that they will do anything, including suicide to make it stop. It was really popular method in interrogations, and after the interrogators got what they wanted there was this...uh...cure, I guess, that could make the pain go away. If the victim didn't receive the cure then they would die of stress. The Mandalorian government banded it when one of its senators died from it." Sabine said

Zeb stared at her "Did you write a paper on it or something?" He asked sarcasticly...Sabine nodded.

"But don't worry, Kanan." Hera soothed after seeing my face of worry "He's only been out for 7 hours and the drug is almost out of his system. He just needs som rest. I guess it doesn't have the same effects on force users."

Yes, that would make sense. I've been training his body and mind to resist most Force interrogation techniques and drugs alike.

"You need some rest to." Hera continued as the others turned to leave "It's 20:00 (8 pm) anyway, I'm going to go finish up the repairs once I'm done I'll come check on you guys then I'll head to bed." She pushed me down on the bed and gave me kiss that made my lips tingle "Get some sleep, love." And with that she walked off, turning off the lights on her way out.

I laid there for a few minutes listening to the rise and fall of Ezra's breath. He shifted again, in the bed next to me. (They're in two separate beds with about a six inch gap in between)

I used the force to turn the lights on dim, bright enough to see around the room but dark enough so that Hera wouldn't see it from the halls.

Ezra's eyes fluttered open, and stared at the ceiling for a minute or two, taking his time in letting his eyes adjust. As he became more aware and alert so did the bond. I could feel his confusion for nit nosing what happened, then his panic for remembering, then his relaxation in realizing that he was on the ghost and not at the M.O.R.
I could also feel his slight pain from the drug that was wearing off. It wasn't as intense as it was before, any pain I feel through the bond from Ezra is probably twice as less as he if feeling though. He wasn't screaming or showing major sings of pain, so I guess it was manageable.

"Hey." I called out to him "How are you?"

"It's so typical of me to talk about my self. I'm sorry." He replied with a half smile

"What?" I asked completely confused

"Nothing it's an Earth joke." He said as he sat up, I along with him. Deciding to drop the Earth thing...what was a Earth? Question for another time.

"Do you remember what happened?" I instead asked never taking my eyes off him.

"Yeah." His voice sounded scratchy

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked as he reached to the end of the bed and grabbed his toes, stretching his legs and back without getting out of bed.

"Not really...maybe later." He said straightening back up and arching his back backwards. He also twisted his back left and right, as he did so, it made popping and cracking sounds. When he was done stretching he looked over at me, eyes landing on the left side of my jaw.

He looked down with the most cute ashamed face I have ever seen. "Dose it hurt?" He asked me gesturing to the light bruise on my below my ear.

"Naw, not even a little, I'm more concerned about you. How are you feeling with the pain-drug-thing?" I answered/asked

He looked up at me with a confident expression"It's manageable, I can barely feel it now. But my palms and lip sting like crazy." He said examining his hands. He winced a bit.

"What is it?" I asked worried that he was lying to me about the pain tolerance

He showed me his palms. There were 4 small cuts in them made by his fingernails.

"I didn't even relies I was doing that." He put his hands down and looked at the clock. 20:30 (8:30 pm) it read.

"I do want to go to sleep." He complained. But he layer back down anyways, turning over on his side to face me. I laid down as wall. We were both on the edge of our beds looking at each other. After about a minute of just staring at each other, (creepy) Ezra got up out of bed and pushed his bed so that it was right up against mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked

Ezra claimed back into the now combined bed and pressed his back against my stomached and chest.

"I heard your threat to Butch, he's the king of the M.O.R., and you called me your son, so I guess that means that I can treat you as my father/master and after what just happened this is exactly what I would be doing with my father if he was still around." His sentence ran on as he tried to justify his actions.

"Ezra. Stop talking. It's fine." I draped my arm over his torso "It's good for the bond." I said giving myself an excuse to hold my Padawan who I thought of as a son. I wonder what my master would think of the relationship I'm creating with Ezra.?. Masters are naturally supposed to be attached to their apprentices, but has a Master/Padawan pair ever gotten so close to one other that they actually start to think of their relationship as father and son? Or mother and daughter, father and daughter, ect.?

Ezra snuggled in closer to me then, out onwhere, he started laughing for no reason. It was a genuine laughing sound. It wasn't even giggling, it was straight up bust out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked

"Y-you told Butch off! Hahahahahahaha! Did you see his face!? He should of worn his brown pants! Hahahaha!" He cackled

I rolled my eyes and sighed, closing my eyes "Goodnight Padawan."

"G-good night- hehehe - master."

I sighed again. If he was going to keep up his current energy level than I was in for a long night. After 3 hours of nonstop chatter, Ezra finally fell asleep in my arms.