A/N: This second installation of Mistaken comes courtesy of my wonderful reviewers, as well as all of you who faved or followed. I'm glad to see that this is a pretty strong fandom, and look forward to seeing your reactions regarding my other newly-posted Star Wars tales as well.

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-Triscribe

Chapter 2

Burning, questions he couldn't answer, bleeding, a hand gripping his jaw, bruising, needles piercing his skin, screaming-

"EZRA!" Jerking awake with a gasp, the boy looked up into wide, golden eyes,

"S-sabine?"

"You were having a nightmare," she answered his unspoken question. "A bad one, by the looks of it." Ezra pushed himself upright with a groan.

All three nights since he'd been rescued from the Imperials, bad dreams inevitably woke him up after only a few hours of sleep. Hera was concerned that the nightmares were impeding his recovery, and make the decision to have a crewmember present with their newcomer at all times.

"Do- do you want to talk about it?" Sabine asked quietly. Ezra shook his head without a word, just folded in on himself at the head of the cot. He'd only left the med bay a couple of times, walking to the kitchen and back with Hera's help. The rest of the time he was confined to bed, either fiddling with his odds and ends, or messing around with the cube Kanan gave him.

"Well... I'm here. If you decide you want to." Returning to her seat, Sabine pulled out a small book and an ink pen. She started working on something, making several quick, small strokes, unaware or else ignoring Ezra's curious gaze.

He waited a while before speaking up. "What are you doing?"

"Shh!" Brows furrowed and tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth, Sabine didn't even look at him as she continued scribbling. Ezra scowled, and was about to roll over and go back to sleep when the older teen grinned triumphantly and held the book out for him to see.

The boy's eyebrows shot up when he saw the portrait of himself, sitting against not a wall, but a window, looking out on what had to be the grassy plains of Lothal.

"Wow..."

"You can have it now, if you want." Sabine said with a small smile. "Or I can hang onto it for a bit longer, add some color, maybe even make a painting rendition of it."

"This is... Just, wow. Thanks." Ezra ducked his head, grinning. "Copy it all you want, but I like it just like this, too."

"I'm glad."

-M-

Zeb managed to avoid the kid for nearly a week, but then Hera lost her patience with the Lasat and somehow forced him into the med bay for a visit. She didn't use her blaster, or the Force, but it would later be sworn that her glare had a power all its own.

Standing awkwardly just inside the door, Zeb shifted from one foot to the other as Ezra looked up in surprise.

"Er... Hi."

"Hi, Zeb," the kid was wary, and the Lasat didn't blame him.

"I just, um, wanted to, apologize, again, for leaving you behind." He rubbed at the back of his head. "I should have kept us moving faster, or least had you in front of me. I'm sorry."

Ezra stared at him in silence for a good two minutes, causing Zeb to grow even more twitchy and anxious. After all, if this apology didn't go well, Hera would skin him alive...

"It's fine, Zeb." The boy finally said. "I get it. Really."

"Yeah? Well. Okay then. You need anything, or should I just go-?"

The kid eyed him contemplatively. "I don't suppose there's any frozen freri on this ship, is there?"

Zeb blinked. "Uh, yeah, I think so. There's usually a tub in the back of the cold storage unit." He blinked again as Ezra's face lit up.

"Could you bring me some? I haven't had that stuff in years!"

-M-

Kanan didn't think much of it when Zeb entered the kitchen area, an odd expression on his face. The Jedi didn't really notice anything was up until after his crewmate scooped a portion of the frozen freri treat into a bowl, and started to leave with it.

"Zeb...?" From the Lasat's grimace, Kanan knew his question must be obvious.

"The kid asked if we had any," came the quiet mumble, followed by Zeb's quick exit. Kanan stared after him, baffled. Then he started to grin.

"What are you smiling about?" Hera asked when she came in a few minutes later.

"I think Ezra and Zeb are finally connecting." It was all he had to say on the matter, no matter how much the twi'lek pushed him to explain.

-M-

They wanted him to stay put on the ship during their mission to rescue the wookies, but even before Hera finished explaining Ezra knew he was going to disobey. There was just something telling him that he had to, that there was a good reason for it.

He'd managed to open the cube thing the night before, after just focusing on it like Kanan said. Ezra had wanted to jump up straight away and tell the man, but that was before listening to a message from a guy who called himself Obi-wan Kenobi. Afterward, the boy decided to wait a while and think on it all, maybe not say anything until after the rescue mission so as not to distract his newfound benefactor.

Then the feeling came, and he made sure to sneak off the Ghost after the rest of the crew, leaving Hera to think he was waiting anxiously in the med bay.

And luck of all luck, it turned out to be a good thing he was there.

Watching Kanan step forward with the lightsaber, blocking and tossing back blaster bolts, was the most incredible thing Ezra had ever seen. But it wasn't enough to distract him when a little wookie ran off from the battle, being chased by a stormtrooper.

Despite the lingering effects of his injuries, Ezra was able to catch up to them on a bridge out over the canyon beside the base. Then, the same thing that had told him to sneak out, the- the force that had let him open up the cube, helped him with jumping over the startled trooper, landing in front of the baby wookie. He blasted away their pursuer, and turned to comfort the trembling furball.

"It's okay, little guy," Ezra tried to sound calm, despite how tired he was feeling. "Everything's fine-"

"Well now, I certainly wasn't expecting to see you again." The cold, mocking voice of Agent Kallus came from behind him, freezing Ezra into place.