Finally, I got a chance to post this story!

Anyone seen the Force Awakens? I am super excited to see it! (no spoilers please...XD)

By popular request...I have decided to do another Family/Hurt Story...but, keep in mind, every story has to have rising action ;)

Thanks to all of you that have read my previous story, "Going Nowhere Fast".

If you haven't, check it out!

Here it goes, my second fan fiction...

"Are we done?" Ezra groaned. He didn't mean to sound childish, but he hated these meetings, with a passion. At the sound of his voice, the crew turned and glared at him.

"Why's he so antsy?" Kanan questioned Hera, with a raise of his eyebrows.

Hera gave a sly smile, "I agreed to teach him to fly the Phantom."

"Finally," Ezra mumbled under his breath.

Hera heard his snippy comment, and disapproved.

"Keep in mind, I don't have to do this lesson. I do believe Kanan would be more than happy to continue Jedi lessons," she recalled. Ezra's eyes widened, and he quickly shut his mouth.

"Patience; you must learn to wait," Kanan placed a firm hand on Ezra's shoulder.

The crew had gathered in the cockpit, and were reviewing their latest mission.

"Do you try to turn everything into a Jedi lesson?" Ezra asked incredulously.

"Do or do not, there is no try," Kanan grinned.

"It was a rhetorical question," Ezra grumbled.

Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper watched the argument eagerly.

"Is everyone briefed?" Hera stood up, turning off the holocam.

"Yep, break the blockade, get some supplies through...," Sabine recounted.

"And all 'efore the Empire 'orces them to surrender," Zeb finished the thought. Kanan nodded in approval.

Hera crossed over to the eager Padawan. "Ready?" she held out her hand to Ezra.

Ezra firmly grasped her hand and stood up.

He gave his million dollar grin, "You bet."

….

"Here's the main control," Hera instructed, moving Ezra's hands over it.

"This steers it, right?" Ezra checked.

"If by it, you mean the Phantom, my ship," Hera corrected. Ezra knew the hardest part of these lessons wasn't actually the flying, it was getting Hera to trust him. This ship was her ship after all.

"I promise I'll be careful," Ezra gave a reassuring smile as Hera placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Be careful," Hera attempted to give a smile, but it resulted in a grimace. "No going out of sight," she added.

Ezra watched her walk out of the Phantom after a long lesson. His eyes watched Hera's as she gave a nod and the Phantom's back closed.

He took a deep breath, "You can do this, Ezra. "But you better stop talking to yourself first."

He pulled up on the throttle and began his first real flight.

….

Hera stood, shivering in the cold Garel night, carefully watching the Phantom.

"He's not so bad," a voice spoke from behind. Kanan made his way down the Ghost's ramp, and wrapped his arms around the shivering twi'lek. His eyes followed hers to the small ship.

"Not bad at all…," Hera gave a slow smile.

"Well, I know where he gets it," Kanan smirked.

"I hope you're talking about me, dear, for your sake."

Kanan's lips parted in a smile; Hera always found a way to win.

"He's coming down," Kanan noted. Just as he spoke, the Phantom began a careful and slow descent.

"Easy, easy" Hera whispered to no one in particular. The Phantom eventually landed, gracefully, for a beginner. The calm scene was disturbed, as an excited Padawan ducked under the opening door and out into the cold night.

"How was i—," Kanan began, before being rudely interrupted.

"It was amazing! I could fly before, but not, not like that…I knew what to do," Ezra paced back and forth as he recounted his exciting experience. His eyes met Hera's, "I felt alive."

Hera's glowed; this is how she had felt her first flight. She was content to know that, whatever happened, he would keep his quirky, upbeat persona.

….

It really was a rush to Ezra; it was a crazy feeling, the thought that he might be able to do something to help his crew in the sky.

Hera had been studying his expression, and came to a decision, "During our run tomorrow, would you…" she faltered, "like to fly the Phantom?"

Ezra's eyes widened, "Really?"

"I mean, uh sure…," Ezra tried to cover, though the calm, cool image he wanted to show was already ruined.

Sabine and Zeb had joined them outside, while they had been distracted talking.

"Congrats, kid… Don't mess it up," Sabine smiled as she gave Ezra a playful shove.

"Yea', It'll be the end of us," Zeb continued, giving a gruff laugh.

Ezra, still in a good mood, laughed with them.

….

Ezra didn't know this small, miniscule decision would change everything. He didn't know how literal sarcasm could be. And he certainly didn't see how his flight in the Phantom the next day could change anything and everything.

This chapter's shorter, but I couldn't wait to get this story up!

What did you think? Trust me...this story is gonna get complicated... XD

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~TheChoseOne260