Currently, this is a one-shot based off of Ezra and Palpatine at the portal room. This may become a full blown story, but only if you guys want it to be.

Essentially, this is what I think may have happened if Ezra had gone through that portal to see his parents. Spoilers for the final episode of Rebels; you have been warned.

Enjoy!

Ezra shuddered as he looked through the portal. Those were his parents. Alive and well. Like the Empire had never taken them away all those years ago.

He looked back at the Emperor. "If I go in, promise me you'll withdraw all your forces from my planet."

The hologram nodded. "I'll recall Thrawn and his forces back to Corescaunt, you have my word."

Ezra nodded, and with a slow exhale, he entered the portal.

As soon as the Padawan entered, the Emperor grinned maliciously. "Grand Admiral Thrawn, prepare to bombard Lothal. Wipe the Rebels out."

The first thing Ezra noticed was that he wasn't seven. He was the same age he was when he entered the portal mere moments ago. But a quick look out the window confirmed that he was indeed back in the time frame that they were alive.

Kanan. The thought entered his mind immediately. The Spectres were still alive. Quickly, Ezra grabbed his comlink and keyed it to his Masters frequently.

"Spectre One, come in."

The harsh static of the comm crackled, then a very wary voice sounded. "Who is this? How did you get this frequency?"

Ezra almost collapsed in relief. "I'll explain everything when I meet you."

"What? You must be crazy if you think that-"

"Kanan. We need to meet."

His voice sounded again, and it was much more subdued. "Fine. Where are you?"

Ezra smiled. "I'll find you. Don't worry." He put his comlink away and tentatively exited his room. "Time to find out how real this is."

Ezra walked down the stairs and stopped. "Mom? Dad?" His parents were working in their kitchen, cooking something. It reminded him of how Sabine would cook favourite foods on the Spectres birthdays.

Both of his parents gasped, and Ephraim stepped forward. "Ezra? Son?"

Ezra nodded, tears falling down his face. "Dad. I-I've missed you guys. So much."

Mira frowned. "Ezra? What are you talking about?"

He closed his eyes. "You're not going to believe this, but I'm a Jedi."

Both of his parents laughed, laughter that quickly subsided when he lifted their table with only an outstretched hand.

Ezra set the table back down, and smiled. "I am a Jedi. Like my Master before me."

Ephraim narrowed his eyes. "Who are you, really? You're not Ezra."

Ezra smiled. "Actually, I am. I'm from the future. At least, my future. Where I come from, you guys are dead, and I have a new family." A knock at the door was heard. Well, it was more of a pounding. "And I bet that's them now."

Ephraim opened the door-to stare down the barrel of Kanan Jarrus's blaster. "Can-Can I help you?"

The Jedi pushed through the door and stared at Ezra. "You. You were the one on the comlink earlier."

Ezra nodded. "Yeah. You're not going to believe this, but-"

Kanan shook his head. "You clearly know me from somewhere. Come with me, kid. We're talking in private."

Once the duo reached the Ghost, Kanan shoved Ezra against the ramp. "Alright, kid, who are you?"

Ezra stared back into Kanan's eyes, relishing the fact that he could see his master before he was blinded by Maul on Malachor. "My name is Ezra Bridger. I'm a Jedi."

Kanan scoffed. "Oh yeah? You weren't old enough to be around when the Jedi were. How do you know who I am?"

Ezra grinned. "Your name is Kanan Jarrus. You're my Master."

Kanan drew back and pointed his blaster at him. "What are you talking about?"

Ezra sighed. "I'm not from around here. Not really. See, where I come from, you find me at fifteen when I steal a crate of blasters from you. Blasters you traded to Vizago for information about the trapped Wookiees."

Kanan stared. "That mission happened three years ago, and was a bust. No Wookiees, and we certainly didn't meet a fifteen year old boy."

Ezra nodded. "Everything is different here. In my time, you become blind on Malachor and ultimately die protecting Hera, Sabine and myself from an explosion."

Kanan put his blaster away. "Wait here." He walked onto the Ghost, and disappeared, leaving Ezra outside.

He was gone long enough for Ezra to kneel on the ground and meditate. Something didn't feel right. Sure, he got to see his parents and Kanan alive again, but he had just traded his relationships with the crew, his family, but he was leaving Lothal's safety in the hands of the Emperor and his word.

Kanan returned, and tossed something to Ezra. "Open this holocron. Then we'll talk."

Ezra smiled. It was very similar to the original test that Kanan and Hera laid out for him all those years ago. Within moments, the holocron was open.

This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to inform you that-

Kanan sighed. "Okay. I don't know who you are, Ezra Bridger, but you are force-sensitive. Maybe there is some truth to what you're saying."

Ezra nodded and stood, handing the holocron back to Kanan, all the while coming to the realisation that this was wrong and he shouldn't be here.

Now, I can make this an actual story, but you guys will have to let me know. I think it's something worth pursuing, Ezra trapped in an alternate reality.

Thanks for reading!