Hey every one, I just caught up on the new Star Wars Rebels season two, and have enjoyed every last bit of it. Its been a wile since I've done any fanfiction and couldn't get my original account to work so I eventually gave up and started anew. I hope you guys enjoy this story I've put together.

Disclaimer: I have no right to the Star Wars TM and am just having a little fun.

Another routine operation, fallen flat. As both Kanan and Ezra run for the Phantom located on the outer ring of the large space station's docking port. Another Trap, they had seemed to be running into a lot of those lately.

Another squad of troopers came charging around the corner blocking the path. Both the Jedi came skidding to a stop, trapped between two squads. They ignited their lightsabers, something they had hoped to avoid on this particular trip. Every blaster bolt fired was sent straight back to its source. A familiar feeling enveloped Ezra, sending a shiver down his spine,

"Kanan?" he hissed looking over his shoulder at his master.

"I feel it too! We need to move now!" He orders, using a telekinetic blast to shove the storm troopers against the wall. What troopers aren't knocked unconscious are sliced in two by Kanan's Glowing blade. Ezra follows, covering Kanan's back by deflecting the blaster bolts that the remaining troops threw at them.

By the time they reached the airlock, Both Jedi were breathing hard. Ezra moved to the airlock control panel. A slight headache accompanied by a cold sweat plagued the padawan. Panicked by what the feeling meant, his hands shook as he punched in the Access code. The door slid open. Ezra gave a sigh of relief. His victory wa short lived as a startled choked cry sounded from his left.

Kanan's Lightsaber clattered to the deck as his body was lifted into the air. His hands went to his throat as he choked for air. The figure in the black suit, that they had faced on Lothal, appeared behind the Padawan's immobilized master, With a single hand raised.

Ezra backed up several steps spooked by the Figure with the bright red lightsaber in his grasp.

"Ezra..!" Kanan Choked out. "Go..!" The boy shook his head.

"I won't leave you!" He swiped up His masters fallen lightsaber with the use of the force and stepped forward. "Not again!" Igniting both the blades, he took up a defensive posture.

Kanan pulled one hand from his throat and let loose a single blow of force, but not at the Sith lord. Ezra was blown backward into the Phantom and the door slammed shut behind him. A thump shook the small craft as it detached from the Station. As he drifts away, the cold feeling in his chest dissipated. Along with any trace of his master's force signature. Kanan, the man who had trained him and became his closest friend and even a father figure toward the boy, was gone.

Another clang Shook the small ship. He pulled himself up to look out the front viewport. the Ghost had magnetically attached to the Phantom. The stars formed in to streaks as they entered hyperspace. all would have gone according to plan, only if Kanan would have been with him.

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Ezra sits in the pilot seat of the Phantom. Staring at the only thing he has left to remind him of his master. The lightsaber he had nearly stolen several times from Kanan, when they first met. Silent tears soaked the boy's cheeks as he watched the stars streak by. In the hour the two ships had been in hyperspace, Ezra had been meditating. Trying to find any sign of Kanan, but none had presented itself. After about forty minutes, which had felt like an eternity to the master less Padawan, he had given up and had fallen into the pilot seat. losing all the Adrenalin the boy had been running on he fell in into a fitful sleep, with images from the terrible mission he had just been on, running threw his nightmares.

"Ezra? Come on kid wake up!" The light tap on his scarred cheek was enough to rouse the boy from his sleep. He did not open his eyes and recap what had happened. For a few more seconds Ezra reached threw the force searching hopelessly for Kanan. Nothing-, Again. He opened his eyes to see Hera staring down at him, her eyes worried and helpless. "There we go." Ezra sits up slowly. hoping it had all been a bad dream, that Kanan would be there to tell him that he had gotten stunned during deflection practice. Or hurt in a firefight. No such luck. Hera lowered herself to his line of sight, fear coursing through her green eyes. "Ezra? What happened?" her voice was quiet. The Question made tears come to his eyes and the boy reached out embracing the Twi'lek and let out silent sobs into her chest. This shocked Hera and she looked to the others.

"I let him down. I let you all down." he sobbed into her shoulder his voice Cracked in the second sentence. "The sith lord…. He came out of nowhere… We were back at the airlock and I was trying to get the door open and-." he paused for a moment staring at the others "He pulled him away… Kanan told me to run...to-to take the ship and go." He choked up finishing the sentence with a squeak. "I was going to fight but-, but Kanan pushed me into the ship, before I could do anything, you guys had already scooped me up and gone into hyperspace."

Zeb was the first to respond "We need to go back!" Ezra shook his head.

"He's gone, Zeb. his force signature disappeared right after the phantom disengaged from the station. He was just…." The boy sniffled a little as he leaned against the pilot. "Gone."

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After leaving the med bay on the command ship, Ezra headed straight for his cabin on the Ghost. Where he stayed for at least a week. No one stopped to bother him, not even Zeb had come in to take his daily afternoon nap, only at night did the Lasat take up the bunk below Ezra's. Finally Ezra passed through the door and headed to the cockpit. Hera was underneath the copilots console working on something. Ezra assumed she was trying to keep her mind busy. Everyone grieves in their own way I suppose Ezra thought to himself as he sat down in the seat behind her.

"Hi Hera." The green skinned woman pulled herself out from under the mess of wires and looked up at him. He could tell she had been crying. The whites of her eyes were red and her cheeks were puffy but she made no attempt to hide it as she sat down in the pilot's seat. Ezra pulled his feet up to rest his heels on the front if the chair and crossed his arms over his knees. Tears once again threatened to spill and he let them, so did she. "How did things go so wrong so quickly!" he squawked. Hera stood and gingerly wrapped the boy in a hug. They sat there for what felt like an undesirable amount of time. But it wasn't long before Sabine, Chopper, and Zeb entered the cockpit all finding room to stand or sit. no one said a word for what felt like hours. Ezra sat staring at the lightsaber in his hand when Hera finally said something.

"Ezra?" He lifted his head to look at the pilot. "Ahsoka Said she wanted to see you when you were ready." He nodded and glanced around the silent room. Sabine was sitting behind him staring at her hands in her lap, With tear soaked cheeks, and Zeb had his head resting in his three fingered palms. His ears pointed backward flat against the lasats temples. And chopper was at the back of the room chattering to himself quietly as he always did when he was upset. Hera patted Ezra on the shoulder and sat back down in her chair, staring out at the stars.

The boy stood and reattached his lost master's lightsaber to his utility belt. Exiting the cockpit, he slowly but surely made his way to the airlock and into the command ship. Finding Commander Tano's cabin wasn't hard. Getting up the courage to knock on the Jedi's door was the difficult part but he did so any way. Only several seconds after Ahsoka appeared behind the door.

"You asked to see me Commander Tano?" he asked in a quiet tone of voice and she nodded her head.

"Please come in Ezra, and you can call me Ahsoka." She gestured for the young Jedi to sit. Ezra did as he was asked and took a seat across from her at the small table in the corner of her quarters. "I know this has been a hard week for you, Ezra. Losing a master can be an extremely hard thing in one's life and can take a great toll on their training." She pauses for a moment as if deciding what to say. Her expression changed to sadness. "I regret to tell you, I have not been entirely truth full with you or the rest of the Ghost's crew." This caught Ezra's attention and he looked up at the Togruta. "I told you I lost my master during order 66. But the truth is he led the attack on the Jedi temple. He was seduced by the dark side of the force and he was defeated by his own master. I thought him dead for fifteen years. Until Kanan and I, reached out with the force. The Sith lord who killed your master was originally Anakin Skywalker, My master." As the words registered in Ezra's mind a look of shock creeped across the young human's face. "The point is. I was left at eighteen years old without a master and I wasn't ready to fight alone. And Kanan was even younger. Your master came to me a few weeks after we first met and asked me, if anything were to happen to him, if I would train you." The boy looked up at her in surprise. It had always seemed like Ezra was just another burden that Kanan carried on his shoulders. but now, only after his master was gone could he see that his master truly did care for him. It was a comforting thought to know that Kanan was still looking out for him. In fact several hours earlier he had thought about sneaking off the Ghost the next time they had happened to land on Lothal. All thoughts of leaving vanished from Ezra's mind.

"Really!?" It was the only thing he could think to say at the moment, with Ahsoka's eyes staring at him expectantly. He bit his lip as he watched her nod. "Thank you. But I don't want to be a burden. With Kanan I always felt like I was just another thing to protect. I don't want to do that to you." he whispered, dropping his head to look down at his folded hands.

"That's just about how I felt when I was first apprenticed to Master Skywalker." She says leaning across the table to place a hand on the boys drooping shoulder. "In time you won't feel that way. You will be fully capable of defending not only yourself but the rest of your crew as well. Kanan was proud of what you had accomplished. You are a quick learner Ezra and if you are willing I will teach you." Her voice was gentle and calming, something that his old master always seem to lack. He was comfortable around the Togruta, she was kind, compassionate and strong.

Ezra nodded "Alright."

She smiled reassuringly and patted him on the shoulder. "We will start when you're ready. But for now, go rest. You look like you need it." Ezra got up to leave. reaching the door he looked back at the Jedi.

"Thank you-." He stopped for a second. "Master."

I'm sorry for the shock of Ezra loosing Kanan but it was a necessary sacrifice for where this story will be going in future chapters. It will get better so don't fret. this fist chapter is short but the next chapter is nearly 3k words and will be posted some time next week. Or maybe a little before if you all decide to review. I would truly love to hear what you people think, good or bad reviews.