Ezra sat on the floor, cross legged. The crew were discussing something, sitting at the table. Suddenly, he became dizzy, and the last thing he saw before he hit the ground backwards and fell into a dark abyss, was Kanan darting towards him.
Ezra looked around him. He was in a mine. The others of the Ghost crew were walking in front of him. There were lights lining the ceiling, and they were following a rail. Suddenly, a rumble was heard, and rocks came crashing down in front of him, separating him from the crew.
He fell back, coughing and covering his eyes with an arm from the dust.
When he drew his arm back, he saw the Inquisitor in front of him. His blood turned to ice. He glanced at where the rocks had fallen, but they weren't there. He was somewhere else in the abandoned mine.
He slowly got to his feet, when he was blinded by a flash.
This time, he was held against a rocky wall, gloved hands holding his against either side of him. Sharp teeth were running down his neck, and he moaned. Wait… This isn't right. He felt cold.
Ezra's eyes snapped open to meet lustful gold ones. The Inquisitor was smirking at him, and Ezra was helpless.
"Don't worry, I'll warm you up," the Inquisitor said seductively, and Ezra shivered, his breath hitching. The shiver was not in revulsion, but… Delight? He could feel butterflies in his stomach, and his cheeks were burning, spreading to his ears and neck. This wasn't right. Ezra squirmed, and there was another flash.
This time, he was curled into a ball, leaning against a wall. His clothes were torn, and his neck, torso and arms were sore. It felt like someone had been biting him. He looked up, but the Inquisitor was nowhere in sight. He could hear four pairs of feet running towards him. The crew. When they reached him, the Inquisitor suddenly appeared behind Kanan and stabbed him through the torso with his lightsabre.
Ezra woke up with a start, his breathing heavy, his heart pounding against his ribcage as if it was trying to escape. He sat up, and realised hands were holding him. He stiffened. He looked around. The crew were there, staring at him in concern. He was back in the Ghost, thank God.
"Ezra, calm down," Kanan's voice soothed, and Ezra visibly relaxed. "Vision?"
Ezra nodded, but didn't speak. He couldn't tell Kanan… Could he? Maybe just some parts of it…
"What happened?" Zeb asked.
"Nothing," he said quickly, now getting out of Kanan's grasp and standing up, crossing his arms stubbornly. "We were just in a mine and I was separated from you guys and then we were attacked by bucket heads and Agent Kallus. We won."
With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off to his room, suddenly angry. He locked the door once it closed, and climbed into his bed, sitting there cross legged and thinking over the vision.
Why didn't he tell them what actually happened? And why was he suddenly so nervous? Not about going there, but seeing the Inquisitor. Did he… Did he have feeling for the Pau'an?