Pain... hit by hit, punch by punch, a piece of hair slipped from it gelled cage and fell in front of his face. Thrawn was showing no mercy and Kallus felt it all. Finally, Thrawn left him with Price... I chance... Annoy Price... He doesn't remember what he said or her reaction but he did remember attacking the trooper in the lift and getting in a escape pod. The Ghost came for him... they actually came. He breathed a small sigh of relief as he floated to the ship.
He was sent to the Med-Bay on the surviving main ship. Zeb went with him. It was going well, they were dealing with all the serious issues when one of the Medics touched a deep wound on his torso... and Kallus couldn't breathe. His vision was spotty, and he knew in the back of his head that he was having a panic attack, but his brain was flooded now, he was lost to fear.
Zeb saw the signs before it happened, he saw the ringing of Alexsandr's wrists, the slightly elevated breathing, his eyes not focusing on one thing for more than a second, Zeb saw it. So when Alexsandr panicked, Zeb was ready. Zeb ran to him, taking his face into his paws and being talking to him, telling him he's safe, he's ok, they're helping him, it will be ok. Finally, Kallus started to calm down, but before he laid back down on the Med-Bay bed, he kissed Zeb. And Zeb kissed back. Kallus passed out and Zeb laid him back down softly and thought he heard one of the Medics whisper "...I ship it.."
And now, ten years later, Zeb looked at his sleeping husband with love, for they had been though a lot... but made it out, in one piece.
Diclaimer: I ownth not Star Wars Rebels
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE! Katie has been my most faithful reviewer, (since way before I was on Fanfiction) and I love her a lot so here, have a one-shot, some internet cake, and my eternal love!
Inner Fangirl: And torture.
To be fair, I tortured Kallus rather than Ezra, and half was canon so fight me.
This was inspired by Dhalia Emerit's fic Lasat Can Cry Too!
May the LORD be with you, always!
~Midnight Luna