So i know it's been a while since I last wrote a story for SWR, I know that it's been a while since I wrote about my favorite Spacedad and his Spaceson. But since Rebels is coming back in a month, here i am again, writing again for SWR with much excitement for the final season. This is an idea I got from a fellow Tumblr friend of mine.

She gave me the wonderfully sad idea for Rebels.

Kanan and Ahsoka were fighting off the Inquisitors when he and Maul reached the top of the stairs. Both of them looked to be faring well, but Ezra could tell that would only last for so long. But when Ezra looked to Maul to see if he was ready to join them, he noticed that he wasn't looking at the fighting, but upwards. Following his gaze, Ezra saw that there were small lights coming from the dark surface of Malachor.

"What is it?" He asked, curiously.

"Nothing." Maul said with a slight shake of his head. "We must not delay. I will handle this." He spoke firmly, gesturing to the fighting going down below them. "You take the Holocron, place it in the obelisk. Activate the temple and gain the knowledge you seek." The tone of Maul's voice was calm, collected, trusting.

His thoughts turned to Kanan and Ahsoka, worried about their safety because the Inquisitors have been doing this; fighting, training for years, decades even. And they were all just regaining their footing, even though Ahsoka was skilled, far better then himself and possibly Kanan, Ezra knew that even she had her limits. Maul will be with them. He thought, reasoning the worry and fear away. They'll be fine. His emotions calmed, Ezra nodded his head.

"I'll meet you at the top."

And with that they separated. Ezra going to the top of the temple and Maul going to help his friends.

The young Padawan hoped that after Maul helps them and everything was done, Kanan would trust Maul and see what Ezra does, a good guy instead of being so mistrusting and defensive. He sighed as he made his way up the stairs. Honestly, he cared about Kanan, the man gave him a home, a family. Kanan was there in ways his own father wasn't, where his own father couldn't because of the Empire. And even though they've had their differences, Ezra had come to view Kanan as his father, a surrogate if anything else.

Which is why he hope that his Master would come around in trusting Maul, because what Ezra wanted most in the galaxy was for Kanan to trust him, he knew it was silly but honestly, isn't that what all children want from their parents?

Turn back

Huh?

Ezra stopped his ascent when he heard something, he listened carefully for a few seconds but was only met with silence, had he imagined it? A voice calling out to him, like a whisper in the air? Shaking his head, Ezra continued onward.

Turn back

Okay, he definitely heard something that time.

"Hello?" He called out, looking around for the source of the voice. But there was absolutely no one around. But that's when something clicked within Ezra's mind, no one was around, no one physical anyway.

Ezra couldn't help but recall Kanan's words from a while back. "The Force is trying to tell you something, listen to it." Blinking several times, Ezra tried to process the fact that the Force was talking to him. "Hello, umm, Force? Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked only feeling slightly embarrassed at talking at open air.

Turn back, young one. The voice appeared in a hushed whisper, as it now sounded feminene it almost was like Ezra was hearing this within his own head. You're Master will pay a heavy cost if you don't.

The words wove ice into his veins, it sent chills down his spine, his heart hammered in his chest. "Kanan?" He asked, his voice barely there, almost thinking that his master would answer back like he always did. His thoughts trailed back to before, when Kanan had been captured by the Grand Inquisitor, where he watched with tear filled eyes as Hera left him behind. He remembered that the days stretched into weeks and then a month rolled by and still no sign of his Master. But still even when everyone had there doubts that Kanan was even alive, Ezra refused to give up because he could feel Kanan's pain, as General Tarkin and the Grand Inquisitor tortured him.

He remembered how he felt back then, and it matched up exactly as he did now. And it scared him to death.

"Kanan!" He called out as he turned around and descended down the stone steps. Ezra knew that he should be using the Sith Holocron to activate the temple, to gain the knowledge that he desired, that should be his mission. But kriff knowledge. Right now, Kanan needed him, and that was more important then any knowledge he could get from the Holocron.

When he finally made it back to where he had been standing with Maul, he saw that Kanan, Ahsoka and Maul were still fighting the Fifth and Eight Inquisitors. He watched as Maul ended the life of the Fifth Brother and once again he froze up at the brutality of it, just like with the Seventh Sister. It was only when he saw last Inquisitor fall to his death that the shock finally wore off and he force-leaped down the rest of the stairs, breaking into a run. "Kanan!" He called out, relief washing over his voice and his body. Maybe the Force had been wrong? Because every thing was fine, there was no danger and what other hostiles could there be besides the Inquisitors as of now?

"Ezra!?" He watched Kanan turned to him and his emotions must have been clear a crossed his face because his Master's expression went from confusion to worry.

Then in a split second, time seemed to stop, slow down even. Or at least it did for Ezra, because his gaze suddenly shifted to Maul and Ezra could feel something sinister, something dark and foreboding coming from the man. He watched as Maul grip his lightsaber in his hands, igniting it. Dread filled his heart, a cold realization crashed into him. Because they still were in danger. Because Kanan had been right and Ezra had been so very wrong.

"Kanan!" He ran faster.

Faster

Faster

You're Master will pay a heavy cost.

Even faster until Ezra was right on top of them and Maul swung his weapon at his master. "NO!" He yelled as he force-leaped the rest of the way, knocking Kanan out of the way, and—

Agony exploded from his eyes.

A gut wrenching scream escaped his lips as utter agony consumed him. A hand flew to his eyes, the force of Maul's attack causing him to fall to the ground.

All he saw was red.

"EZRA!"

Ezra tried to focus on Kanan's voice, he tried to stand, tried to force the red away from his vision, so that he could see, but he couldn't, the pain was too great, all he could do was curl into himself, wishing that the burning would just stop. Ezra was vaguely aware of fighting going on, of screaming echoing around him but at this point he couldn't tell if it was his own or not.

Then he felt someone touch his shoulder, instinctively Ezra jerked back with a yelp of pain and fear. "Ezra! Ezra, it's me." And the young Padawan felt a brush against his mind, the solid presence of Kanan. The very one he did this for. The very one whom, if he hadn't taken the hit would have been in the exact same position or so much worse and Ezra wouldn't have even known because he had trusted Maul instead of his own master.

His own father.

Promptly, Ezra burst into tears.

"K-K-Kanan!" He wailed, the saltiness of his tears only furthered in his anguishing pain of the wound over his eyes. He tried to find his master, his vision was nothing but a pool of swirling of equal black and red, he blindly reach out out for him but merely grasped at air and that made him cry all the harder. "It hurts, Kanan... Dad, it hurts.. Please, make it stop." He buried his face into his father's chest and clung to him desperately.

Abruptly, he was being held in strong arms, strong arms that Ezra noticed were shaking ever so slightly as Kanan held him close to his chest, a chaste kiss fell on the crown of his head. "I got you, Ezra. Shh, it's going to be okay." Kanan whispered out, as he proceeded to rock them both back and forth, an affectionate and comforting gesture that they have grown use to doing so, over the course of their time together.

But they both knew that was a lie.

The pain in his eyes was becoming far too hard for him to handle, so intense that it left him feeling nauseous.

Seconds pass, and Ezra blacked out.

Next part, will be in Kanan's POV.

Man, does it feel good to write moments of angst, hurt/comfort and hugs between these two again. I just love Kanan and Ezra and I have a strong feeling that the final season is going to make me cry. All that I hope is that Kanan doesn't die, i won't be able to physically handle to sadness.

Anywoo, thoughts? A penny for them? Please leave them in a review and I'll see you all soon