****Yes this is a Fanfic that Rebels-lover asked me to do and yes I will accept ideas for all Fanfics if you wish me to write one for you!**

Kanan reacted first, confusion that must have been concussion clouding Ezra's mind. His master fired the blaster, felling the last trooper still standing. With the immediate danger out of the way, he jogged over to the petrified but standing girl, kneeling in front of her. "Sweetheart, kid, hey you're safe." He awkwardly put a hand on her shoulder. Not wanting the attention and knowing Ezra needed him more than she did, the boy say her point in his direction and say something.

Kanan turned his head and saw him lying on the ground, turning to the girl before spinning around to his feet and running over to his padawan. "Ezra!" He called as he jogged, crossing the warehouse in only four seconds.

"You, move fast. Really, fast. Little, water drop."

"Can you walk, kid?"

"Can you dance?" Ezra asked with a drunken looking smile.

"No, I can't, actually." As he spoke, Kanan looped an arm around the boy's waist and grabbed his arm, wrapping it around his neck before standing. "Come on, I'm getting the two of you out of here. Ki-" Kanan turned his head to look at the girl to find that she was gone.

Ezra could feel his master's concern well, his head darted around. "Kid, where'd you go!" He shouted, voice uncertain. "Ezra hang on I'm going to enter the Force, I need to find her."

"Find her, find her… hey did I say that twice?"

"Yeah, you did."

"Whoa, what's wrong with me?"

"You have a severe concussion. I'm keeping a hand on your head wound so that the bleeding will slow."

"Oh gee I thought that was hot sauce on your hand." His voice was laced with slurs and sarcasm. His vision fogged and his eyes drifted upward before he realized where he was looking and brought them down again. The glare off the windows was blinding, making his head hurt. Glare? What's the light doing out there? He thought to himself, struggling for a moment to remember where he was. "Um, Kanan, I don't feel so good…" He looked over at this master to realize he'd already entered the Force, probably already searching for the girl's life source. Not wanting to be sick Kanan's shoes, he squirmed out from under his hold, staggering a few steps before losing his stomach on the age old tile. It and spots of blood dripping from his head soiled the floor.

"Ezra…!" It was Kanan's voice.

He turned. "I'm sorry, sir." He felt his legs start to give out but remained on his feet. "Sorry I'm so, fall-y. Haha, fall-y, wall-y, wiggly-wobbly…" Ezra giggled, putting his hand to the warm droplets on his face and pulling it away to look at it. "It's red…"

"It's blood, kid. Come on, I'll get you out of here. Time for a ride. Keep your hand on that." Kanan added, moving quickly toward the boy before stooping, grabbing his legs and throwing Ezra over his shoulder. "I'll get you out of here. Just don't fall asleep."

"How can I when you're making my head shake." Ezra muttered.

"You've got a concussion and you're still snappy as ever. Why am I not surprised."

"Pretty floor, I'm painting hehe… red and red and dirt… Lots of paint hehe, I sprung a leak! I need a new can, this one is all cracked. It's leaking faster with all your bounces!"

Kanan started to walk out of the room, his concern growing as he walked, listening to Ezra's babbling. At least he's not worried about it. He thought. "You're confused, Ezra."

"Noo, you're confused. Ha! I should call you Obi-wan! You look like him. You sound like him. Always no, Ezra. No, Ezra. Don't go to sleep Ezra. Don't make Hera mad Ezra. Don't keep a pet Loth-cat, Ezra. Loth-cats are pretty and pet-y and dangerous and you don't attack them if you don't attack you."

This was getting worrying.

"Ezra, I'm going to put you down for a second."

"And I'm going to blast your butt." The teen took his blaster still clutched in his hands and tapped Kanan's bottom with it as he was slipped off Kanan's shoulders. His master sat him against a wall.

"If someone comes around the corner that isn't me or the girl, you yell for me."

Ezra gave him a thumbs up with the hand that had been covering his wound.

"Keep covering that, I'll be back." Ezra didn't respond other than to go back to covering the gash on his head as Kanan ran off.

Kanan knew that there wasn't much to be done against a concussion, but pushed concentration and focus and calm toward his padawan.

Right, right, focus. Ezra thought to himself. His head began to pound, an ache cresting where the gash was and sending tidal waves of pain around his skull. "Ow…" He mumbled.

He was so distracted by it and the concussion that he didn't hear the clomp of boots coming toward him.

Kanan sighed in worry for his padawan and for the little girl as he followed the path that the Force had cut for him, speeding down one hallway, then the next.

I haf'ta get Ezra outta here. I need to get him onto the Ghost to take care of that head wound… Kanan clicked his comm. "Spectre 1 to Spectre 4!"

"Where the hell is Spectre 6!" Zeb shouted through the comm.

"Sitting against a wall with a severe concussion and head wound! I need you to transport! I'm getting a kid right now."

"You're what?!"

"I'll explain later! Get to the south sector of the building, Ezra needs medical treatment, now!"

Something in Kanan's voice left no room for argument.

"On my way!" Zeb exclaimed.

Kanan breathed a small sigh of relief.

Another voice a couple seconds after Zeb's made him jump. "What's the matter with Ezra!"

"Hera what are you doing on this channel!"

"What is wrong with Ezra!"

"He's got a concussion and some head bleeding! It's nothing major! I have to go!" He shouted into the comm, almost not catching Hera when she replied she was thirty seconds out. "Pick up is going to have to wait another few minutes!" He snapped, continuing on the path the Force had provided him. Something pulsed in it, and he picked up his pace. He recognized it as danger, and fear. "I'm coming kid, just hang on." He picked up his pace, running at full tilt, almost falling to the ground when ran over a slippery spot.

Just one hallway to go. Just one hallway down.

He didn't pause when the sound of stormtroopers caught his ear, and pushed faster when he heard the sound of muffled screams.

Kanan turned down the hallway, still running and nearly crashed head on into a trooper's back. In his left hand held a baton, raised, his right foot out in a kick to the girl's abdomen. A second storm trooper had his hand over her mouth, taking something out of his pocket. Kanan noticed it was a syringe.

His momentum not giving him time to think, he grabbed the wrist that held the baton, pulling it backwards toward him before snapping it to the buckethead's back. As the man gave a shout, starting to put his foot down, but Kanan looped his foot around his leg, causing him to topple over, Kanan cracking the baton onto his helmet as he fell.

"Wha-" The other storm trooper began, drawing the girl towards him a fraction as if to keep her against him.

The Jedi connected to the Force and yanked the syringe out of the trooper's hand, part of the needle breaking off into the girl's arm. Most of the liquid had already been injected. Kanan pulled out his blaster and shot the buckethead before he could do any more damage.

He went limp and fell back, going completely still.

The girl looked up at Kanan with terrified eyes, not daring to move, not even to speak, her breaths small rasps. Kanan kneeled beside her, putting his hands up before awkwardly tapping her shoulder. She flinched and scuttled away, whimpering.

"Kid I'm not going to hurt you, I'm one of the good guys. You're safe now." He gave her shoulder another pat, and she cringed in pain, her eyes scrunched closed before she opened them again. "Kid, come on, it's alright." He pulled her against him to feel how badly she was shaking.

"I'm scared…"

"Don't be scared, you're safe now. I'm gonna get you out of here." He patted her shoulder again.

"Ow…!" she exclaimed.

At that moment the comm squaked. "Kanan Ezra's here with three dead stormtroopers and he's even more wounded now. Got blast burns on his arms and torso!"

Kanan cursed inwardly. "Get him onto the ship, now! Are the crates secured?"

"They are!"

The Jedi breathed a sigh of relief. "Get Ezra out of there."

"I am!"

Kanan clicked his comm. "Hera, Zeb and Ezra with the crates are coming onboard, I'm coming behind them with a kid."

There was a pause. "How young is she?" Hera's voice held concern.

"Maybe eight or nine."

"Injured?"

"Both Ezra and the girl are. Have the medical bay ready!"

"I will! Let me talk to the girl through your comm."

"Okay," Kanan looked over at the girl. "My friend can talk to you through this. All you have to do is answer." He put the comm into his hand. "Hera go ahead."

"What's your name, dear?"

"Cissilia."

"That's a gorgeous name, sweetie. Honey I know you're scared but everything's going to be okay now. The man who you're looking at, his name is Kanan. He's like a knight, honey. He doesn't let anyone hurt people. He's saved so many little girls just like you. He won't let anything happen to you, you're safe with him. I promise. You're safe with all of us."

"Promise…?" The girl's voice was high strung.

"I swear, Cissilia."

The little girl nodded, but asked anyway. "Am I gonna be okay…?"
"You're going to be more than okay, sweetheart." Hera soothed.

Cissilia nodded, and put her head to Kanan's chest again.

"Thanks, Hera. She's calmer now. Still scared and shaken up but she's doing better." As spoke, Kanan lifted her up bridal style. "Come on, kid. Let's get you out of here."

Trusting Zeb to get the crates and, most importantly Ezra, out okay, he tapped into the Force again, allowing it to cut a path to where Hera had landed. He followed it, the white halls and metal doors and ramps a blur. Each time he heard a noise he ducked down into an abandoned sector of the warehouse, shushing the girl every time she gave a whimper of fear or pain. To his surprise, they made it outside without incident.

"We're home free, sweetheart." He muttered, looking at the downed ramp in relief. "We're almost there." He added, noting that her face was still turned to his chest.

"Hey, you! Freeze! Freeze or I'll shoot!"

Kanan turned around in surprise, Cissilia giving a strangled cry. She gripped him tighter. Knowing Ezra was of no help with his concussion, he turned around slowly. One lone stormtrooper had survived.

Kanan felt his face heat. "Oh I'm sorry, am I taking your newest guinea pig and supplies? My bad. I'll just leave her here then."

The girl gave another scream, higher and more panicked than the last, and tightened her hold on him.

"Shh," he whispered in her ear. "I have a plan and this is part of it. Keep your eyes closed, kid. It'll be over in just a second. I won't let them hurt you."

She loosened her grip on him long enough for the Jedi to get her arms from around him. As soon as he put her down, she curled into the fetal position, her back to the buckethead, whimpering and shaking, small hands in tight fists, so tight her knuckles were white, the nails of her fingers nearly drawing blood from her palms, eyes closed so hard she was almost seeing colors, the area around her eyes beginning to glisten. He noticed that the needle was still in her arm.

Kanan felt a pang of upset. He looked at the trooper's mask.

"Hands up!" The Imperialist shouted.

The Jedi didn't even respond more than to snatch at his blaster. He ducked as the buckethead fired, covering Cissilia with his body as he returned fire. She gave a cry of pain as the blast hit the trooper's shoulder. Two more rounds from the ramp of the ship and Kanan looked up and behind him. Zeb stood, Ezra's own blaster in his hands. Without wasting a second, although he knew the man was dead, Kanan scooped the girl up, bolting at full tilt to the ramp.

"He's on!" Zeb yelled before he was even five paces away.

The ramp started to lift as soon as he said it, and Kanan had to give a jump to make it.

"We made it. You're safe now." He said into the girl's ear, wondering if she was even cohesive enough to understand him.

Even as he made his way to the medical bay, Kanan couldn't shake the nagging feeling that the Force was giving him: that this was only the beginning.

***Sorry for the slow delay people, I'm juggling five Fanfics here all at over 2k words per chapter! As I asked on the second chapter in Hanging Onto the Light what do you think will happen!**