I'm back with more! I'm super pumped because now I'm back n the game, I have this out, AND I have a Beasts fic out. Yay! Lots of writing! Anyway this chapter is a tiny bit darker then my usual joy filled wonderlands *Cough cough* sarcasm *cough cough* But really, bit darker. Just a warning. But it ends well, so that fixes everything. Enjoy!

Broken Bonds II

Ezra

The second I got out of the Ghost I began to run. I thought that I was in safe but then heard footsteps behind me. I turned and swore. The Hattress. I tried to shake her, but she was trained not to lose her victims. Finally I knew that I had no other choice. I grabbed my blaster, set it to stun, and fired. I heard her fall behind me and felt a twinge of guilt. She had been working so hard to fit in with the rebellion, to be helpful and nice, and this was her reward. I continued to run at top speed. I didn't know where I was going or how long I could keep up this speed, I just knew that I couldn't stay here. I kept on running, somehow gaining speed as I raced across the grassy fields. My muscles burned like the fires of Mustafar, and my throat ached from lack of water. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, but I kept on running. I knew that this would be terrible for me, maybe even kill me, but I didn't care. So what if I die, nobody would miss me. Kanan didn't care. He would be glad to not have to deal with me anymore. Hera wouldn't have to deal with all of my questions about flying a ship, and Zeb and Chopper wouldn't have to put up with my pranks. Sabine would be happy without my constant flirting, and the Hattress would be glad for the peace and quiet. Yes, it would be better if I died. I found myself self crying again, which made it even harder to breathe. I sensed the mountain before I saw it. I could tell that it was extremely steep with no easy way up. I didn't think twice before continuing my sprint up it's jagged surface. Soon I was halfway up the rocky mountain and was losing my vision to the black shadows that were creeping into my mind. Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me and someone calling my name. I know that voice.I realized it was Kanan. I vaguely wondered why he had bothered to follow his failure of a Padawan before I lost consciousness.

I wake to something cold being held against my forehead and water being poured down my throat. I try to move my arms and legs, but they don't feel like are a part of me anymore. I can't move. I whimper as I realize this and suddenly the water stops flowing into my mouth.

"Ezra?" someone asked.

"Kanan?" I croak. It took so much effort to just get that out.

"Yeah, it's me. You're going to be okay kid, you're going to be okay," he whispered. I could feel him brushing his fingers through my hair and holding me close to him.

"Why did you come?" I manage to force out, causing a coughing attack. "I thought you," I had to pause to gulp down air, "hated me," I finish, wheezing slightly. I feel the arms tighten around me.

"Ezra I don't hate you," I heard him reassure me. "I could never hate you. I'm sorry I pushed you out, I just thought that it was better for you if you weren't around me as much. I never realized that it hurt you this much, I never thought that this…" He trailed off, obviously unable to continue. I snuggle closer to my Master and feel myself slipping back out of consciousness.

Kanan

I lift Ezra up into my arms and begin the long trek home. I could feel our bond slowly beginning to rebuild itself which couldn't have made me happier. I take out my com and tell the others to head back to the ship and prepare the medbay. As the sun begins to go down I feel Ezra curl tighter around himself. I hold him a little tighter to keep him warm and quicken my pace. I want to get back before the sun goes all the way down. By the time we reach the Ghost, I can't feel my hands, and Ezra is shivering. I rush inside and lay him down on the medbay cot. I remember with dismay that he was here not that long ago. The others rushed around giving him fluids to and painkillers. They could tell that I needed some alone time with Ezra, and one at a time they slowly left. I went to get him a blanket, but this was met with a whine of protest, and Ezra subconsciously grabbing onto my arm. So instead I used the force to summon the blanket to me, and lay down besides Ezra. I felt him relax when I wrapped my arms around him and covered him with the blanket.
"I'm sorry Ezra," I whisper quietly to the unconscious figure of my Padawan. "I'm sorry."

Ezra

I woke up and immediately wished I hadn't. Everything hurt, - my arms, my legs, my throat. I think the pressure in my lungs is going to kill me. I moan in pain as I try (and fail) to shift into a more comfortable position.

"Ezra?" somebody asks.

"Hmmrrmaarrm?" I respond, unable at the moment to form actual words. That's when I notice the arms around me that are providing extra warmth. I shift so that I am closer and curl myself into a ball, not wanting who ever it was to disappear. As if they read my thoughts, I hear a voice whisper,

"I'm not leaving Ezra. I'll stay as long as you need me to," That's when I realize who is next to me.

"Kanan?" I ask in a hoarse whisper, amazed that I can manage to say his name. My throat and lungs are obviously not very pleased with the prospect of conversation because they have now decided to gift me with a painful fit of coughing. I can feel Kanan patting me on the back until I stop coughing and I can hear him telling me to breathe. I groggily look up at him in confusion. Why was he here? Shouldn't he be getting back to ignoring me by now?" Then memories slowly begin to come back to me. I remember running away, stunning the Hattress, wishing for death, and running myself unconscious. But then I remember waking up. Yes, and Kanan was there! He was telling me he was sorry that he had pushed me away. He did care! I reach over and hug him. He seems surprised at first, but then relaxes and hugs me tighter.

"We need to get this sorted out," Kanan says quietly. "We haven't been on the same page for a while now, and that's obviously not a good thing." I nod in agreement, though not wanting to have to talk right now. I don't think that I physically can talk right now. I hope there's some good medicine for my throat, I can't even breathe freely.

"What happened Kanan? I remember bit and pieces but I don't remember everything," I force out.

"Alright, what do you remember?" Kanan asks.

"I remember running, and then I remember being followed, and then… oh no. I shot the Hattress. She's going to kill me!" This realization almost knocked me back. I started to get up, but only made it halfway before falling back. . Kanan laughs at this and puts an arm around my shoulder to calm me down

"Don't worry, she isn't mad. She gets why you did it, and she promised not to get you back until after you're healed."

"Oh thats a relief, I thought...wait what! Get me back! Whats she going to do to me, does it involve more hair dye?" I yell, clutching at my hair protectively. The first five-colored dye job was still there and I didn't want to have to deal with another. Kanan shrugged.

"I don't know, her schemes are her own." As I pondered what she could be planning, I heard running footsteps and saw Hera appear in the doorway.

"Ezra! You're awake!" She runs over and gives me a hug. Then she grabs my shoulders and forces me to look her in the eyes. "Don't you EVER do ANYTHING like that again, do you hear me! Your original three months grounding has now been extended to five. With NO EXCEPTIONS!"

"What! Five months! That's not fair, come on Hera! I groan. She just glares daggers at me until I back down. If I have learned one thing from my time here, it's that you do not defy Hera. EVER.

Yay! Happiness! Have a good one!