One shot ,number one

"Hey,"Ezra asked Zeb. "Where are they taking those crates?", referring to Hera and Kanan, who were pushing two crates to the right, down the hill.

"If I told you I'd have to kill you. Oh, and I might just kill you anyway," the purple furred and purple skinned giant replied. He was pushing a crate too, along with Sabine. As they walked away from the blue-haired orphan, Sabine decided to add her two cents

"You do that and his parents will kill you Zeb."

"Hey kid grab-,"Sabine paused. She had turned to face Ezra to tell him, to pull his weight by pushing a crate down the hill as well, but she stopped when she saw the look on his face. It was full of pain and hurt. Letting go of the crate she said "Kid what's wrong?" Ezra said nothing continuing to stare off into space Sabine quickly walk toward the boy Putting her hands on his shoulders, she shook him and repeated her question. But still, the blue-haired street urchin didn't answer.

"Do the math Sabine," Garazeb Orrelios spoke up, giving the boy a sympathetic look.

"You mentioned his parents and by his reaction, I'm taking it to mean he doesn't have any, and he won't answer you because he's lost in his memories of them. Whatever happened to them that is."

Sabine got a sympathetic look on her face as well, after hearing zeb's words. He may act like an annoying, obnoxious brat, but she could see that Ezra was hiding sadness and despair behind a positive exterior. She made the deliberate decision, right then and there, to wrap her arms around him. Specifically, she put one arm around his lower back, and the other one is upper back, with her hand in his hair. She was only taller than Ezra by a forehead, but this was still enough for her to rest his head against her collarbone. Ezra came out of his memories of his parents and stiffened at the girl's actions; he would never have expected this from Mandalorians. They were rough and rowdy warrior race, even the females. Zeb's eyes widened as well, along with Hera's and Kanan's. Sabine was not as violent or as aggressive as some Mandalorians, but she still had a semi-gruff demeanor. She wasn't bloodthirsty, but she sure as heck wasn't soft or sweet. For her, kindness was giving someone a friendly punch on the shoulder, or giving a sarcastic, witty, remark. They'd definitely never seen her hug anyone, including them.

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing, I'm hugging you. You look like you need one kid."

Ezra didn't want to admit it but he did need one. He was feeling really bad right now. It always hurt whenever he remembered his parents. When they disappeared, he refused to let anyone comfort. He'd received hugs from friends of his parents and his own friends, but those were hello or goodbye hugs, like from his friend, Moreena krai. Hesitantly he returned to the embrace, wrapping his arms around the mandalorians back, and nuzzling his face into her neck. Then he felt a soft hand on the lowest part of his back

"What's your name sweetheart?" the voice of Hera, the captain of the ghost, asked him.

"Ezra Bridger," he calmly replied.

"I'm Hera Syndulla, captain of the Ghost, my ship. The young woman hugging you is Sabine Wren. The Lasat, holding the crate, is Garazeb Orrelios, nicknamed Zeb. The ponytailed man is Kanan jarrus."

As she said their names, he looked at all of them. Each of them , including Sabine, who was still holding him, gave him a pitying look. Normally, Ezra hated being pitied, but this time he appreciated it.

"I want to ask you something Ezra, but you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Ezra sighed, already knowing the question she wanted to ask him.

"I don't know if my parents are alive or not, they disappeared one day."

"Did your parents fight against the empire?," Kanan asked, breaking his silence.

"Yes they did," Ezra said honestly.

"But not the way you do, they fought with their mouths and with words, not with blasters or ships."

Kanan was half glad and half sad; he appreciated that the boy's parents had the courage to stand up to the Empire, but in doing so, they inadvertently orphaned their son.

"When did they first go missing?", Sabine gently asked the Bridger boy.

"I'm 14 now, they disappeared 7 years ago."

Sabine tightened her hug upon hearing this. 'He was only seven when his parents disappeared,' she thought. 'He was still just a baby, and he had to live in those wretched streets. Who knows what terrible things happened to him.'

"Give him to me Sabine," Hera gently demanded. Sabine obeyed gently unwrapping her arms from Ezra, and unwrapping his arms from her, then carefully, but swiftly, pushed him towards Hera, who embraced him as tightly as she could without crushing or suffocating him.

"I'm so sorry sweetie."

"I'm okay, Miss Hera."

"No you aren't, and you haven't been in a long time. Let me help you feel better."

She nuzzled Ezra's face with her own.

"I don't mean to interrupt this tender moment, I really don't," Kanan spoke up.

"But we still have a job to do."

Hera nodded then turn towards Zeb and Sabine.

"You guys go to Tarkintown; we'll take the boy with us."

The two nodded, and walked off.

"Would you mind getting a crate for me honey?", the green twi'lek kindly asked Ezra.

"Sure thing mom, I mean ma'am!" he hastily corrected himself. Then he quickly walked to get a crate. Hera watched him go with a stunned look on her face. She always wondered what being a mom felt like, and the boys words, though accidental, made her heart tingle. "You know what Kanan?"she asked her Jedi companion.

"What?" he replied.

"When we're done with Vizago and these crates, I'm going to ask him to be my son."

"What?!" Kanan said in an incredulous tone.

"You heard me."she said sassily.

"I don't know how that's going to end, for you or him", her romantic partner cautioned.

"It's worth the risk," Hera replied. "It'll make him happy, and me as well."

Ezra soon returned with a crate, and they walked off.