"Ezra..." Kanan said gently to his young Padawan, he chanced a step forward even when he saw the boy pull out an Red Lightsaber and held it to his throat, still he did not back down. "Ezra, please." He found himself begging as he gazed into Ezra's now piercing yellow eyes. The teens whole appears changed drastically, with his all black outfit and and red Saber. But it was his eyes, those cold emotionless eyes and blank face that hurt Kanan the most.

He failed, he knew he did. Even though he accepted that he couldn't protect Ezra forever, from himself not the call of the Dark Side, but seeing it face to face, looking at his dear student and seeing what he's become because he failed to teach him properly was the absolute worst feeling in all of the universe. "I'm so sorry, Ezra. I failed you, I know that and I'm so sorry." He reached out and touched the boy on the cheek, on the scar just below his left eye, the first scar he received from the result of war, that moment felt so long ago compared to the moment in front of him.

He rubbed the darkened skin with his thumb, hoping— praying that his student, his Padawan, the one that he took in and grew to care for so much was still in there somewhere. Slowly, he brought his other hand up and rested it on Ezra's shoulder, he gave it a squeeze and looked the boy in the eyes, all the while he felt like his heart was breaking.

Then Ezra took a deep breathe and let it out through his nose. "Kanan... I'm sorry." And for a second, one glorified second Kanan thought that he saw those eyes flashed blue. Hope continued to rise within his chest when he witnessed the Saber disappear and Ezra move forward.

Arms wrapped around him and for once in a very long time Kanan felt like everything was okay, where he felt as though he was back in those days where he first met Ezra and he began training him and how he bonded with the boy so quickly, how stronger their connection became as Ezra grew older, how they were all the weirdest bunch of misfits but how none of that mattered because they were a family.

And Kanan found himself clinging to Ezra, to that hope and wished that everything could go back to how things use to be, he knew that such thoughts and wishes were childish but here in this moment, right here as he tried to get that teen he raised, Kanan really didn't care. "I'm so sorry." He said as tears pooled in his eyes and blurred his vision. "I love you, I'm sorry!"

He felt Ezra hug him tighter, running a hand through his former Master's hair. "It's alright, Kanan. What happened wasn't your fault." The teenager said and the voice sounded like how Ezra use to sound all goofy and talked a big game and Kanan couldn't help but feel so happy about that. Happy to have the old Ezra back, to have his Ezra back.

"This was my choice."

But before he could ask what that meant Kanan felt the horrendous pain of being stabbed with a thousand knives dipped in lava.

It was nothing but pain—

It was agony—

Scorching, heart stopping agony.

Kanan jolted, a sound that was between a gasp and a choked scream left his lips, he was trembling. His gasps were long and ragged as sweat rolled down his forehead. Dream, just a damn dream... He thought trying to catch his breathe and calm his heart rate. An image from his nightmare flashed in his mind and it made Kanan flinch and fear blossomed within his heart.

"Kanan?" A voice ask behind him, it was Hera and she sounded concerned, sympathetic. "What's wrong, love?"

Kanan inhaled gently and let it out through hitched puffs of air. "I'm fine, Hera. Can you go get Ezra for me?" He asked still shaking from his nightmare, eyes still closed, hoping she wouldn't pressure him to tell the truth. She nodded, understanding completely and he absolutely loved her for that.

Quietly, she walked away to get his student. When she returned, it seemed that Ezra had felt his Master's fear for himself as he could feel the boy's concern coming off him in waves. "Kanan?" Ezra said softly, and Kanan felt like he could almost relaxed, but he had to be sure...

"Sit." He said as gestured for his Padawan to come closer. When he felt the boy sit in front of him, that was when he raised his shaking hands and placed them both on Ezra's cheeks. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw that they weren't that horrible tint of yellow.

They were still that deep dark colored blue, that color of innocence and smiles and everything that made Ezra— Ezra, and seeing them that wonderful color meant so much to Kanan, knowing that Ezra wasn't evil filled his heart with such relief that it caused his vision to blur and he laughed wetly.

"Kanan, what's wrong?" Ezra inquired and Kanan felt the boy's concern grow and he reached out within the Force to calm his student as he looked into those blue eyes with his teal ones.

"Nothing," Kanan whispered out as he leaned his forehead against Ezra's and closed his eyes once more, letting the fact that they were both safe and good on the inside and out sink in. "Nothing's wrong, my Padawan." Images of an Ezra with a dark robe and Red Lightsaber popped into his mind once again but he forced them away, but not before he wrapped an arm around his student's shoulders and held him tightly. "Just a nightmare, I'm fine now."

And once again through their bond it was as if Ezra was able to see what Kanan's nightmare was about for then it was the boy that began shaking, tears filled those blue eyes and Ezra scooted even closer to his Master and buried his face in his neck and cried. He clung to Kanan and Kanan clung to Ezra, both feeling so much relief from receiving and giving the comfort that they both desperately needed right now.

"I-I know you can see again and I know this Rebellion is turning around for us... But Kanan— I'm scared. The Sith Holocron... I can hear it call to me— I don't want to turn Dark. I don't want to become something I'm not, I don't want to you to die, not ever. Not by my own hands." And Kanan couldn't help but stiffen at those words, he could feel the boy's fear mix in with his own. Realizing just then that he, himself, isn't the only one who has had this nightmare before.

A lump grew in his throat as he felt the dread that his student wasn't out of the grasp of the Dark Side just yet and that realization made his heart drop into his stomach, his trembles started up again and Ezra trembled just as violently.

Gently, he hugged his boy tighter. "I know," His voice thick with emotion as he ran his fingers through the teenager's blue hair. "I know, but everything is going to be okay, Ezra. Fate wouldn't have brought the two of us together if it didn't think we could win this war." He said trying to convince himself of this as well as his Padawan. "I promise you, I will be here with you always. I'm not going to die, not by you or Maul or Vader. You and I will fight, together. As Jedi Master and Padawan. Like we always do."

And Ezra cried and Kanan cried silently along with him, holding each other so tightly as their pain and fear mixed together through their connection, through their bond as Jedi and Padawan. Then as the sun began to set and the rest of their family stood a few feet behind them, watching, offering silent support.

Kanan and Ezra prayed for the war to be over soon, together they hoped that their beloved family would make it out of this alive, even if the two of them didn't.

Whoops, look at that I wrote another Star Wars Rebels story. I love how much Kanan cares about Ezra, like they have only spent a short time together and already they developed such a sweet and amazing bond. And I am a sucker for cute and adorable bonds such as a dork space dad and his blueberry son.

Anyway thoughts? Please leave it in a review and let me know if you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it,

I'll see you all soon.