Okay, since I got a few request to finish it/ add more, here we go.

Chapter 2: Apologizes

Hera POV:

It had been a couple of hours since Ezra ran out of the cockpit. It only took a few seconds after that for Zeb to come in complaining that the kid had locked himself in their cabin. I didn't know what to do.

"This is all my fault." I said.

"No it's not Hera." Kanan comforted.

"If I had only told him right when I found out." I said.

"It's partially my fault." Kanan said. "Ezra had just connected to the dark side and I thought that he needed time to himself."

"Yes, but why didn't I just tell him the next day?" Hera asked.

Kanan didn't answer me. The two of us sat in silence for a bit.

"You should talk to him," Kanan said.

"Why would he want to even see me? Let alone talk to me?" I asked.

"Because Hera, he needs to be put back together." Kanan explained.

"Why don't you do it?" I questioned. "He's your Padawan."

"If I talk to him, it solves nothing." Kanan said. "It's you he was upset at; it's you two who have to fix the relationship between you."

I sighed, "You're right."

"Of course I am." Kanan said cockily.

"Hey, watch it love." I warned.

We were in hyperspace so I just told him to make sure nothing happened.

I walked towards the cabin Ezra and Zeb shared, silently praying to whatever deity that would listen that Ezra would let me in and hear me out.

Ezra POV

After two and a half hours of crying I had run out of tears. I just felt numb, I didn't know what to feel. Do I feel angry at the Empire for turning my mom, or my mom for turning, or for Hera not telling? Do I feel sad that my mom abandoned me and all she believed in for the Empire or sad that the truth was kept from me?

I was taken from these thoughts by a knock on my door. I was confused because it couldn't be Zeb demanding to be let back into the room because the knock was to gentle. But who else would it be?

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Hera," the pilot's voice answered.

I sighed, do I even want to talk to her? She betrayed me, like my mom.

"Ezra, please hear me out." Hera begged from the opposite side of the door.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Why should I?"

I heard her sigh, "That's the thing, you shouldn't."

I was shocked and confused. Was this some kind of weird tactic?

"I know I've betrayed your trust." Hera continued. "But please, let me in."

I considered it for a moment. Hera knew ever since Empire Day that my mom was alive and an Inquisitor, but she never told me. Well, to be fair, she didn't tell anyone. I remembered back to when I went behind her back to go talk to Vizago when I wanted to rescue Kanan, and she still trusted me. I deiced that she earned a second chance.

I climbed off my bunk and opened the door. I knew I must have looked horrible after sobbing for over two hours. My eyes must have been red and puffy, and my cheeks would most definitely have tear stains.

Hera seemed surprised that I opened the door. I side stepped so she could walk into the cabin.

Hera sat on Zeb's bunk and patted the spot next to her, so I sat down next to her.

"Ezra, I-I don't know where to begin." Hera said.

"Maybe why you kept this from me." I suggested. I could tell my voice was bitter, but at the moment, I didn't care.

"Ezra believe me, I was going to tell you right after I found out. But after you and Kanan got back from the asteroid, he said you needed some time." Hera started to explain. "I didn't know how much time to give you, but all too soon everything was happening at once."

I would admit she did have a point.

"After we, after you rescued Kanan, I was just so relieved to have him back, I completely forgot that I had to tell you about your mom." Hera continued.

When I didn't respond, I could tell Hera was concerned.

"Ezra, are you okay?"

"I don't know." I said. "I am alright physically, but emotionally, I'm a mess."

I wanted to cry again, but I continued to explain. "I don't know what I should feel. I can't decide if I'm angry, and whom I angry at. Or if I am sad and why."

"Well, let's talk about it. Start with the anger." Hera suggested.

"Should I be angry at the Empire for doing this to my mom, or should I be angry at my mom for falling." I said. "Or should I be angry at you for keeping this from me for so long."

Hera sighed, "You have every right to be angry. I'm not telling you that anyone one person deserves all this anger. Yes, the Empire is horrible and just seems to be making your life worse and worse by the day. Your mom, maybe deserves some of this anger. From what you told us before she spoke out against the Empire, of course you would be angry now that she is a part of it. And I do realize I deserve some of this anger too. I should have told you so you wouldn't have to find out this way."

I looked at her, she had some good points.

"But there is one difference between me and the others." Hera said.

"What is that?" I asked, anger coming through a little.

"I'm sorry for it." Hera said. "I admit that I did something wrong, and I am so sorry about it."

I stared down in my lap, no one has ever apologized to me before.

"While I lived on the streets," I started, I wasn't sure why I was telling her this, but once I started, I knew I couldn't stop. "I had to tell myself that my parents were dead. I told myself at least three times a day, that they weren't coming back to save me. But there was always that inkling of hope, that I was wrong. That one day, one or both of them would be alive and come back. And now, I find out that my mom is alive. It's like a got her back, but then, not even a minute later I realized I lost her again, but not to death, but to the Dark Side."

I realized that the tears I thought I had run out of had come back and were streaming down my face again.

"I guess the real reason I was upset was because both my moms betrayed my trust." I sobbed. "My real mom betrayed me by turning and following the very thing she spoke out against. And my new mom," I paused. "You, betrayed my trust by not telling me sooner. By making me find out in the middle of a lightsaber battle with my real mom."

Hera POV:

I was shocked during Ezra's confession. He thought of me as a mom, and I may have just destroyed that. Ezra already lost one mom, and I may have just cut off his relationship that I barely knew was there with him.

"Hera?" Ezra asked.

"What is it?" I asked.

"What happened to my dad?" Ezra asked.

"He escaped. They don't know where he is." I said.

"But, he isn't part of the Empire?" Ezra asked. And when I looked down at him what I saw made me want to have that mother son relationship fixed as soon as possible. When I looked down at Ezra I saw a sad, scared child, who needed love and affection. Two things that he had been denied ever since he was seven.

"No," I confirmed.

"That's good at least." Ezra said, trying to wipe his tears away.

I couldn't hold it back any longer, I pulled Ezra into a hug, and surprisingly, he returned it. I started to run soothing circles on his back as he started crying again.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." Ezra said.

"It's alright." I comforted.

Ezra stopped crying and pulled away, so I let him go.

"Hera," Ezra started, he seemed nervous.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Would, would it be alright, if I called you 'mom'?" Ezra asked.

"I would be honored if you did." I said.

"Thanks," Ezra said, as he gave me another quick hug.

I put my hands on his shoulders. "Now," I started, I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, "Why don't you get cleaned up, while fix you something to eat."

"Thanks," Ezra said, he started to leave the room, but right before he left he added, "mom."

I smiled and left towards the kitchen. I started to think, I could patch up physical wounds in no time. But emotional wounds were different. They took time and love. And I would give Ezra all the time and love he needed after this.

There, you guys get your happy ending now. Happy?