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3rd Person POV
Ezra tossed and turned, it was the usual nightmare, his parents. He sat there in the shadows like his parents told him to, troopers burst through the door, they grabbed his parents and started to drag them away. He wanted to scream, to do something, but his mom's eyes told him to be quiet, his parents mouthed 'I love you", he did it back. Then they were gone.
Ezra shot up in his bed, accidently hitting Zeb's on top. There was a shift on top but Ezra ignored it. Ezra got off his bed and started pacing on the room floor. Zeb watched him, he was about to yell at Ezra for waking him up when Ezra started talking.
"Come on Ezra, get a hold of yourself, this ain't the first nightmare you had and it won't be the last, just deal with it." Ezra shook his head, "People aren't gonna care, so suck it in and forget about the dang nightmare!" Ezra took in a breath, walked to his bed and settled down again to sleep. Zeb mulled what he just saw, figured it was probably nothing and went back to sleep himself.
It was just two hours later. Zeb woke up again, he heard shifting down below, he saw Ezra's face screwed up in fear, his hands were clutched at his sides, his mouth opened and a strangled scream escaped, Zeb figured now was probably time to alert the crew.
Ezra's nightmare was now when he was 8. He was running in the streets from two guys. One had a blaster, the other had a blade. A blast grazed his arm, it started to bleed, he hissed and slowed down a little, his mistake. The bladed one caught him he slashed at his stomach, Ezra dropped the fruit he was holding, the man grinned, grabbed the fruit and ran. Looks like Ezra needed a bandage, and was going without dinner tonight. He staggered back to the tower.
Ezra shot up again, the first thing he noticed was that the crew had surrounded him, they looked at him pitifully, asking him if he was okay. Ezra hated pity, then Emma, Eric and Elaine pushed through. They sat down on his bed,
"Which one?" Emma asked.
"The blade, 8 years old." Ezra replied.
"The one which you came in bleeding, moaning that you were fruitless?" Eric smirked. The crew looked at each other, wasn't that insensitive? But Ezra grinned,
"Yup, the one where you fainted!"
"Here have some fruit," Elaine handed Ezra a fruit.
"What am I three? I don't need fruit 'cause I had a nightmare," Elaine retracted her hand a little, "But I'll take it anyway... I skipped dinner." Elaine grinned while Emma thwacked his head.
"Ow!"
"You skipped dinner?!" Emma exclaimed, "We are actually able to eat dinner on a regular basis and you choose to skip it?"
The crew looked at each other, how often did these kids even eat?
"Sorry, I'm still in my street schedule, eat dinner three days, skip dinner the next three, did any of you eat dinner?" Ezra looked at them.
"No..."
"What about the rest of street instincts? You still with them?" Eric asked anxious to change the subject.
"Don't sleep when something feels wrong? Check." Ezra began
"Wake up every half hour to check your surroundings? Check." Emma sighed.
"Skip breakfast everytime you eat dinner? Check." Elaine curled up on Ezra's bed.
"Notice quick escapes and dangerous things? Check." Somehow all four had managed to either curl up or lie down in Ezra's bed. The crew looked at the kids with a mixture of pity, awe and inner girls squealing at the sight.
"Keep your guard up? Check." Back to Ezra.
"Heal wounds by yourself? Check." Emma curled into Ezra's arms.
"Relive memories everyday? Check." Elaine shivered at the cold.
"Make sure memories aren't liabilities? Check." Eric hugged the cold Elaine.
"And only trust those you trust." The four chorused. The crew looked at each other in confusion.
"Goodnight..." The word echoed between the four, and then there was a light snoring, they were asleep.
Hera crossed her arms and turned to the crew, "That's it! I'm definitely having a talk with them. Skipping dinner? Or breakfast? Unbelivable!"
"Did ya hea' the othe' stuff too? Kids lived a tough life," Zeb admitted grudgingly.
"Memories not liabilities? Must be hard facing your past every day." Sabine looked
"The worst part is their used to it. And they learned these 'rules' when they were 7" Kanan looked at them.
"Only trust who you trust?" Sabine asked confused, the crew shrugged.
"We oughta let them sleep, come on," Hera crossed her muttering how she definitely was going to have a talk with the kids. The crew stifled thir laughs and exited the room.
AN: Whaddya think? Should I make one with Hera's talk? Any particular story requests? Tell me!
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