So, first fanfic. I wanted to kinda mess around with the idea of a young Ezra seeing the crew members while he was younger, but maybe still not realizing it even now that he was living with them (eh I'll figure out where this is going as I go). Also, I have just gone through and edited the chapters I have, and please enjoyed the improved work.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars Rebels, so yeah.

Ezra bit his bottom lip, smirking as Hera gave Kanan the look, hands on her hips.

"If I am in trouble for trying, why is it that I'm the one in charge of cooking?" At this, she huffed and looked around the mess that was the kitchen. The outcome of the evening sat on the counter, a pot of over cooked stew next to something resembling bread. The acrid smell of smoke hung in the air.

"I had to get a mission briefing, and besides, I know you can cook. You've done it before!"

"Well, I did get a little distracted," Kanan said, giving Ezra a side glance. He met his master's humor filled eyes and barely contained a laugh. Hera just raised an eyebrow.

"So it's your fault?"

"Nope, not my fault," Ezra told her, not even trying to hide his grin.

"Just get out," Hera sighed, shooing the two away. They shared an evil smile before parting ways.

They are so a couple, Ezra thought as he walked back to his room. His mood sobered slightly as he remembered the only other couple in his life. His parents. He then thought back to those years without them.

He had many memories from that time, both good and bad. Ones he cherished, others he wouldn't speak to a soul about. And then those really random ones he would occasionally dream about. His one from the night before immediately came to mind.

The young boy rubbed his eyes. Ezra was tired, but even more so than that, he was hungry. Starving. He couldn't remember the last time he ate. Upon seeing the market begin to close down, his lips parted in a small smile. This was his chance. With their attention on packing up, Ezra could usually slip past the vendors and snag some food.

He sneaked under a tent, steps careful and silent. The vendor owner whistled merrily to himself while Ezra stuffed a few purple jogans into his backpack. His eyebrows scrunched up when he found only two would fit. He was going to need a bigger one.

"Hey, you there! Get out of here!"

Blast. Ezra gave a half smile towards the owner before dashing out onto the street. He turned down a dark alleyway and skidded to a stop. He pulled one of his prizes out of the bag, taking tentative bites. Wow, it was good. He took care not to waste any as he finished it, sitting in silence. The city around him darkened as the sun set.

He licked his fingers clean, savory the sticky sweetness. With a full tummy, Ezra was beginning to feel sleepy. He walked further down the alley, then shoved his bag through a crevice within the crumbling brick. He crawled in after, trying to get comfortable in the small space.

As Ezra had soon discovered, as a homeless child, he has to live day by day. He was still a little hopeful for the future, maybe he would make it off the streets, get a job. Maybe. His hope was fading away with every day on the streets.

Drifting off into sleep, he silently wished for his parents to hold him close, make everything magically better. A single tear ran down his check.

Ezra woke to the sound of a yowl. He jumped up, scaring the loth-cats fighting in the alleyway beside him. He was not going to get attacked this early in the day. Running out to the street, he dodged the couple pedestrians walking through the streets.

Finding an old building to lean against, Ezra ate his other jogan. He raised his head, the early morning light a soft glow through the city. People occasionally glanced his way, but most didn't even notice the boy.

He looked warily at a skinny man stumbling along the street, smelling faintly of alcohol. He wore a short brown cloak that frayed at the edges, brown boots, and gray pants. His hood was up, so Ezra couldn't see his face. As he walked past, something in his gut urged Ezra to follow the man.

Having nothing to lose, Ezra pushed himself up, walking towards the road. He knew to trust his instincts, they have helped him get food and escape trouble before. There was even one time he found someone willing to give him money for pantsing someone. Long story.

A dull crash, then a yell, rang out from his left. Ezra froze and turned his head that way. Someone was holding his hands out in front of his face as he crouched in front of a couple troopers. Probably forgot to pay his taxes on time. He looked back towards the man, only to realize he wasn't there. He had run over to try to help the cowering Rodian. Seeing this, Ezra dashed over to the vendor he was selling from and grabbed a couple of meilooruns.

Stuffing them into his pack, he started to run off, but stopped when he felt another tug. Ezra turned around to see the man punched in the gut by the trooper.

Wincing at the sight, the boy took a step backwards, promptly tripping over a nearby crate. Yeah, not good. A trooper turned his way, glancing over him and his stuffed backpack, seeming to realize what he was doing. Really not good.

When he began to walk closer, Ezra stood up slowly. With a sigh, he bolted past the trooper to the man, who had been taking advantage of the distraction by backing away from the other troopers. He grabed his hand, dragging him with him.

"Stop!" the trooper yelled, but as always, they didn't stop.

How does the Empire expect to catch anyone when all the troopers ever do is yell stop and miss when firing a blaster? Ezra gave a small smirk as he and the man were able to dash safely into an alley. He put his finger to his lips to show they should stay silent, then peeked his small head around the corner. The trooper was walking back the other way.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Ezra sat down to inspect the condition of the fruit he grabbed. He let out a moan. They had fallen out while they were running. Glancing up at the man, Ezra said "You owe me those."

"Hey kid, what you did back there saved me from being arrested, so uh, thanks," the man answered. Reaching into his cloak, the man grabbed something, and tossed it down to the kid.

"You look like you need it," was all he said. Ezra caught the credits with a small gasp, eyes widening.

"N-never mind, you don't owe me," Ezra stuttered, a smile growing on his face. The man let out a chuckle, laughter flitting across his teal eyes. It didn't last long though all humor fading from his face with a sharp inhale.

"You're a," the man started with a frown, before closing his mouth and bitting his top lip. "Nothing, nothing."

"Hey, leaving so soon?" Ezra asked, the man shaking his head and walking back to the road. He glanced back at the boy, then turned back around and started jogging down the street.

Huh. Strange guy. At least Ezra was able to make some money though. No matter what else comes from today, at least there was that.

And there you have it. I already have a couple of ideas for the next chapter, and this plot as a whole, but I would love any suggestions you guys have.

Until next time!

~Sky