Second chapter yayy! And no, Ezra won't be running away every chapter! I'm not going for the clich that an orphan is always skittish and hates other people… Well, nevermind.
And I'm using Ahsoka's real name instead of "Fulcrum" so yah.
Phone talk from the other line
Enjoy the chapter!
Scene Two- Off to the Bars
"Hera, you remember that kid I was talking about last night?" Zeb and Sabine looked up and Hera nodded, walking forward, "And?" She kept on, figuring he would tell her good news that they had caught him, her, it. It seemed to be very problematic for the residents of Portland and the police. Kanan shrugged "Well, the kids' sleeping under the porch." He said, motioning to the open door. Hera went motionless as she held back a snort, cocking an eyebrow curiously. Sabine stood quickly, her forgotten sketchpad falling uselessly to the floor. "No way." She grinned. "What're we gonna do about it?" Zeb asked mindlessly.
"I'm gonna turn im' in." Kanan replied casually, grabbing his phone. Hera didn't stop him but only nodded, going back to the paper she was reading.
He dialed the number and left the room, shutting the door as he bit his lip, waiting for an answer.
"Hello? Officer Jarrus, what is it?"
Her stern but gentle tone came in, Kanan jumped before clearing his throat.
"Yeah, about that pickpocket? The kid whose robbed like, a hundred people."
"Yes, I've seen the file, what about him?"
"He's… um, under my porch. Sleeping. Yeah." He said awkwardly, looking out the window at the fallen tree he'd inspected earlier.
"I'll be down in a moment. If he's sleeping you might want to wake him. Did you get a clear image of him?"
"I did and he looks too young, probably like twelve. But I'm not sure." He implored, sighing softly before waiting for a reply. He heard a few voices in the background before her sullen voice returned.
"I'll be there in ten. Wake him and make sure he doesn't run off. If you have to get violent let it be a last resort, he's a minor, so try not to hurt him too bad if you do." She explained before hanging up.
Kanan flipped the phone closed and put it in his back pocket before slipping his shoes on and opening up the kitchen door. Comically, Sabine almost face-planted on her ear before straightening and looking up before skipping around him and up the stairs. "Well then," He clapped his hands together, "That was off but I have to wake the kid. Zeb, I uh, might need a little help if he decides to run away." He looked to the older teen. He gave a sharp huff but nodded and followed him out the door,
"I'll be watching your struggle from this room," Hera called after before chuckling to herself.
Kanan thought deeply on how to wake the kid, but settled on waking him slowly. Kanan knelt down and before he could put a hand on his shoulder, the young teen shot up and broke for a run, Zeb grabbed his wrist quickly, and pulled back. The kid struggled and pulled on his hand, "Le'me go!" Kanan could tell he was drained even from sleeping for eight hours, but he figured it was on his own terms. "Quit strugglin' kid!" Zeb grunted before grabbing his other hand. "Kanan, you gonna do somethin'?" Zeb turned his head the other way,
"Oh yeah I was just planning to stand here and watch you do all the work." Kanan rolled his eyes before taking out his handcuffs, he didn't want to but he couldn't trust the kid not to gut him with his fist and break for it. He grabbed both of the kids hands and pulled them behind his back before clicking the cuffs shut.
"Who the hell d'you think you are?" He turned to him, struggling to get his hands free as his shockingly electric blue eyes gave off an excessive amount of fear and struggle.
"I think I'm a cop." He replied casually before grabbing his forearm and tugging him inside. He took a glance back at the kid. He noticed how horrible he looked, and smelled. The ragged long-sleeved shirt he wore had many holes in it, and his jeans did too. He wasn't wearing any shoes and the left side of his face was dirty as well as the entire left side of his body. He noticed the two infected scars on his cheek and made up his mind to clean them up properly. His kid or not, that looked like it hurt.
Sit down kid, I'm not gonna turn you in looking like you entered a war. I'll be right back. Thanks for the help Zeb." He nodded to him and went to get the first aid kit.
He came back two minutes after and turned to the kid on the couch, looking extremely uncomfortable with the setting and how Hera kept staring worriedly, she looked to Kanan. The boy noticed someone entered the room when she looked at him and he instinctively shrunk back. "Don't. Touch me." He growled, staring up at him. Kanan noted how his eyes seemed to stand out more than anything else. "Too bad." He grabbed his chin and grabbed the alcohol and a rag. "This might sting for a second." He mumbled before pouring the substance on the rag and wiping the side of his face with it. The younger hissed and flinched, trying to pull out of the grip, but almost twisted his arm so he stayed still.
A knock was heard at the door, Hera stood and opened it. "Officer Tano," she nodded and let her in, a few more officers walking in after her. Kanan finished putting the bandage on the teens' cheek. He closed the kit and stood, turning to his boss. He nodded, "I got im'," He said clearly before gesturing to the kid sitting on his couch, fuming with anger. Ahsoka nodded and approached, "Come on kid, I have to take you to the station." The kid grunted, but obliged, standing and shoving past her, letting the other two cops take his arm and put him in the car. He glanced back before giving them both a death glare.
The car ride was utterly pitiful.
Ezra wasn't sure how long it'd been since he'd been in a car. Or how long it had been since he'd sat down in so long without being on alert. He kept to himself and stared out the window, watching the trees and houses go by until they entered the utter grey and darkness of the city.
They arrived only minutes later and the cop known as Office Jarrus, or 'Cowboy', as Ezra dubbed him ushered him inside the station. He hesitated but felt a strong push at his backside he grumbled as he was lead into a room with a table. He felt one of the handcuffs on his right hand be taken off and reattached to a metal bar beside him. He saw a woman with orange hair and crystal blue eyes sit down in front of him.
He drummed his fingers down on the table. "You gonna throw me in or are you gonna question me until my parents come?" He emphasized the word parents, giving her a stoic stare. He wouldn't give her a reaction. People always wanted the satisfaction of seeing someone crumble beneath their stare. Ezra stared at her, coldly, if might add, eyes narrowing as he placed his head in his arms.
"Can you start by telling me your name?"
"Jabba the Hutt."
"Making a Star Wars refrence won't help you, young one."
"Tell me something I don't know, jackass." He spat, looking away. He regretted it instantly after but didn't show it.
"I think your troubled. Do your parents treat you badly?" She inquired, leaning forward. She held up her hands,
"Y'know what, let's start over. I"m Ahsoka, Chief of the Police."
She waited for a response. Ezra looked over.
"I'm Ezra… Ezra Bridger and I'm a street rat. My… My parents are dead." He admitted softly, wanting to move on quickly and get over it. Ahsoka's eyes softened, she nodded, "Thank You for telling me. Are you related to Mira and Ephraim Bridger?" She questioned gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. He felt the teen nod under her hold. "Okay, I'll be right back." She said before grabbing the file on the desk and walking out the door. Ezra Brought his knees to his chest. placing his left hand atop his kneecap while the other was chained to the metal bar.
Ezra couldn't wait to get out of here…
About half an hour later the woman came back in, Ezra looking as miserable as when he had to run from a group of pack-wild gang members. His wrist was red from constantly pulling on the handcuff that held his arm. He looked up, regaining his posture but his eyes staying weary, and doubtful. "I'm being thrown in aren't I?" He grinned, wincing how he practically croaked the sentence out of his throat, he didn't realize how dry it was. Ahsoka laughed but shook her head. "No, you're too young and the court's decided to give you to a foster home." She said slowly, making sure the look on his face was priceless. Ezra's eyes widened as he stared at her obliviously.
"What?"
She smirked, "You heard me,"
"Why would I be put in a foster family? I'm a criminal!" He threw his arms out, flinching as the metal pulled at his wrist. Ahsoka sighed softly. "You may be but the court decided you're too young to be thrown in jail. When they found out you didn't have parents I guess they sympathized you. So they're deciding to give you a second chance at a family." She explained.
Ezra sighed. "What kind of family would accept me?" He looked at her incredulously.
"Why don't you come and meet them? Well, only one's here now, but you'll meet the rest later." She laughed, unlocking the handcuff and guiding him to his feet, a hand on his shoulder.
Ezra was led out of the room, Ahsoka gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze when she noticed his reluctance.
"Ezra, meet your new foster father." She chuckled.
Ezra couldn't believe it.
Cowboy stood there, arms crossed.
"Welcome to the family, kiddo."
HAHAHAHA LOVE THIS CHAPTER. Okay so I hope you enjoyed I have nothing to explain XD. Seeya next time!
My hand has a cramp… e.e
And my jaw hurts...
IM DYING D:
May the Force be with you!
~Space