Hello my amazing viewers! This first idea will be split up into a few parts, and I'm just craving family fluff. Expect to see some Ezra/ Kanan super emotional moments, because that finale broke me. (I still need a hug) Please give me more ideas and requests and feel free to criticize. This is one of my first Fan fiction uploads, so please be kind.

Note: I'm not telling you my exact age, but I'm not 14 yet! :) Yeah, you can guess my age. Ok, don't get put off by how old I am, please, and enjoy reading!

Kanan could feel Ezra's fear and regret, almost as though it was radiating off him. Amidst the confusion, Kanan had almost forgotten about the pain, but now, sitting on the Phantom, his eyes felt white hot and ached. His mind burst with colours, with pictures, with people, all of which he wouldn't ever see again. Hera, Sabine, Zeb. Ezra. His little ray of sunlight, his apprentice, his reason to keep on going. Only sound and touch now.

Something bought him back to his senses, and he could feel Ezra sat close to him, though his body was tilted, almost as though he had his back to him. Kanan assumed that he was curled up in a ball, his usual extremely defensive position and wondered what he should do. Everything felt so different now that he couldn't see anything; it was as though a part of his brain was damaged, and so he called out Ezra's name to make sure that he was actually there, instead of just a memory. "Ezra?"

It was like magic the way that he sat bolt upright and then stood up, his hand on Kanan's arm.

"Yes, master?" Even now his voice displayed a hint of guilt and uncertainty. "D-do you need anything? Water? Your comm.? Medicine?"

"No, no, but thank you. Jus' making sure that your actually here, Y'know?" said Kanan, trying to lighten up the mood. When Ezra didn't sit down, Kanan frowned.

"What's up kid? You need something. Because I'm fine really." Kanan felt Ezra give a small shrug before sitting down and curling up again. Kanan sighed. He was surprised at the way that Ezra was taking it, staying silent, and not even communicating with the force.

Clumsily, he slung an arm over his shoulders and bought him close to his chest, holding him tightly. Ezra buried his face into his shoulder and began sobbing. Kanan could have smiled. He seldom shared a touch with the reckless teen, once when he picked him up after he had used the dark force, and then another time when he had just found out about his parents death. He put his other arm around his back and pulled him into a tight hug.

Suddenly the red, pyramid shaped sith holocron touched Kanan and he nearly jerked back. Ezra moved and Kanan put his thumb under Ezra's chin, forcing him to look up.

"Ezra, you have to stop blaming yourself. I've never seen you in such a state." Ezra flinched. Kanan sighed heavily and moved his hand up his face to where the dampness was. With one finger he cleaned the tears and gave Ezra another hug.

"Hey, you have to breathe kid. I'd like to actually know that you're alive, especially since I can't see!" Wrong words. Even before they were out of his mouth Kanan knew that he had made a mistake.

Ezra inched away from Kanan and curled up in a ball. Kanan could hear the holocron fly across the ship and crash on the opposite wall. He heard something smash and then a cracking noise. "Ezra, stop-" Kanan began, but was then cut off by a groan of immeasurable pain that didn't belong to him.

"Ezra, what happened, what did do you do? And why did you send the pain to me, don't you think my eyes are enough to cope with?!" he could hear Ezra breathing heavily, before dropping what was in his hand on the floor and rushing to Kanan.

"N-nothing happened, m-my arm hurt. Yeah. And... I didn't send it to you, I promise." Said Ezra uncertainly. "Let me get some bandages and take that thing off your face, it's freaking me out." Kanan began to protest, but then pain won out and he shrugged his shoulders.

Small, nimble fingers worked at the mask, pricing it off. The gasp which had come out of Ezra's mouth before he could stop it caused Kanan to shudder, but he laughed carelessly.

"That bad, huh?" He asked. He could hear Ezra gulp as the tips of his fingers skimmed his eyelids, wincing.

"Um, it's, I don't know, you could say that I guess... Your face from the right side is completely ruined, burned and... And you, you don't seem to have any... what I mean is that it feels like you're..." Ezra's voice cracked and Kanan felt him turning away. "Look, I'll bandage it up, give you some numbing medicine and... We'll see what to do next." He felt Ezra stick two numbing pads on his right arm and the effects were immediate and satisfying. Ezra's fingers felt cold and shaky as they wrapped a bandage around his head. After he was done, Kanan sensed that he went out of the room, but he let him. The kid had enough on his mind to deal with.

Yay! Finished!

I hope you enjoyed that, and I forgot to mention:

Disclaimer- I do not own Star Wars Rebels, because if I did, I'd be rich by now. Hehe...