Hey, my first Rebels fic! IM. SO. HAPPY! I have loved SWR for the past…3, 4 months? I don't know, but I finally made my Fic! It has been my goal ever since I really got into the series. My sister already was, and she's been making several Star Wars fics. One of them is a Rebels fic, called "Double the Trouble." It is up and running on the fanfiction page, please check it out. It would mean so much to her.

Anyway, this is a little Mother's Day Fic for our one and only mamma, Hera.

Happy Mother's Day, Hera!


Hera stood by the door of Jacen's door. Tomorrow would be the last day that she would be with her son for a long while.

It was for his own good, Hera. It's okay to feel bad, but…don't change your mind now.

Jacen would leave for the new Jedi Temple with Luke. He was wise, for his age, and would teach her son in the ways of the Force well.

Her only regret was that she would be away from her son.

Kanan's son.

She walked into the room, brushing her fingers along the sleeping thirteen-year-old's jawline. She sat on the edge of the bed while stroking her son's face. She began to sing.

While you sleep, dream of me

I'll be keeping our memories

Living in my heart and soul

Waiting for the day

When we will be together again

Jacen began to stir slightly, turning on his back.

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above

Where I know he's waiting for me

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above

Jacen's eyes opened slightly, and when he laid eyes on his mother, he smiled sleepily. Hera kept singing, although tears were gathering in her eyes.

Take me away to the shining light

Over the waves peaceful at night

There among the stars glowing in the dark

You watch over me

Smiling down patiently

Jacen closed his eyes once more, falling back into a deep sleep. He looked so much like Kanan…

Kanan…

He was safe now. He was healthy, happy, and would no longer suffer. But, it felt like she was alone. It felt like he left her to try and raise their son with the Empire still in full swing. Sometimes…she felt like she couldn't carry on.

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above

Where I know he's waiting for me

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above.

Hera paused, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't give up. Not now, not ever. She was a mother. Whether it be to Sabine, Ezra, even Zeb, Chopper or Jacen, she was a mother, and they needed her.

She smiled, and wiped away the remaining tears, and finished the last verse, slower.

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above

Where I know he's waiting for me

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above.

She bent down to kiss Jacen on the cheek before she went to her room to retire, where she shed the remainder of her silent tears.


The day came where young Jacen went to go train as a Jedi.

Hera hugged her son one last time, holding on for dear life, and he was too.

They pulled away, tears brimming in Hera's eyes.

"I'll keep in touch, Mom."

"I know you will. I love you Jacen. Don't ever forget."

Jacen chuckled. "Why would I?"

Hera also chuckled sadly. "Good luck."

Jacen turned to go, his hand lingering to hers a moment longer, then he turned with his pack to the temple and Luke.

Hera breathed in and slowly released it, then walked up the ramp of the Ghost. She started up the ship, feeling this loneliness she hadn't felt in a long time as she took off into hyperspace. The ship felt empty, and had an eerie feeling.

"Wub wub, bu-bu-bu-bu-bub."

"I know, Chopper. It does seem…quiet." Hera answered her droid, who felt bad at the fact that Hera was hurting because her son wasn't here. He was trying to help the situation…but…

"Bu-bu-bu-bu-bub-bu-wub?"

"A few times a year. The padawans will be busy, so I don't really expect him to contact me anytime soon." Hera sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

She began having second thoughts.

Now? Really, Hera? Now you're having second thoughts? A bit late.

I know. I know, I know! I need to stop being selfish. I need to think about Jacen. I need…I need…

Hera groaned, laying back in her seat. "I don't know," she whispered.

"Wub wub."

Hera looked over at Chopper, who held in his robotic hand her kalikori.

She smiled at her droid and took the artifact, handling it gently.

She smiled and hugged it close to her chest.

And she could have sworn she felt a hand on her shoulder.


There you have it. A little Hurt/Comfort and Family. Thanks again, guys!

The song I used is "Carry Me" by Eurielle. My sister and I both thought this fit Hera's thoughts after Jedi Knight, you know, like in general.

And sorry it's so late in the day!

Tell me if you would like to see more from me, and please send me requests!

~WA3 (My signature, but please call me Lightning)