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Do I own Star Wars Rebels? Let me check in the back…Yup. Just as I thought. Fresh out of deeds and titles in my name. :/


(Trigger Warning: Shots are fired in this chapter! Literally and figuratively!)

Chapter 2: Do you really have a better option?

As I near the end of the alley way, I hear several loud noises. 'Gun shots!' My mind screams. 'Really?! He's just a kid!' I race forward and reach the end and nearly fall on my face from stopping so fast.

"Woah," I say dumbfounded. The orange jumpsuit-clad kid was easily dodging the bullets by climbing up and down the fire escapes. I shake my head, about to jump into the fight when someone calls orders to cease fire. 'Wait. That voice it sounds familia-' I'm shaken from my thoughts just as who I think it is pipes up.

"Oy, Kanan. Is that one of your kids?" they say.

I step out from the alley and into the blaring headlights of the police cars. I sigh and glance up at the kid fixated on the roof, a flashlight directed on his face, stopping him from escaping. I shake my head with mock disappointment. "Yes, unfortunately he is, Kallus," I say pausing to take another exasperated sigh. "Sorry. He's my nephew. Come on down now,..."I pause thinking of a name. "Caleb!" I say motioning for him to come down. Of course that name had to be the one that popped into my head first...

Remember how I told you I was arrested a while back? Well I became quite "friendly" with the officers and their chief, Kallus. Also, Kallus helps with the fostering program so I know him from that too. That's also why he probably thinks this kid is mine. Yeah. Hera and I, the semi-delinquent household. That's jusssst what we need on our rep.

The kid looks down at me confusedly and since I'm already losing my patience, I decide to raise my voice and shout at the kid. "Caleb! Down here NOW!" I yell at him, pretty sure Kallus bought my act. I turn back to Kallus once I hear the creaking sound of the fire escape being used. "Sorry about the call," I start. "Old Joe called thinking that Caleb was trying to steal something from Sabine but he didn't realize that they were just rough-housing."

"Oh," he replied.

"Yeah, you know how Joe is," I say whispering to him behind my hand.

"Mm. Yes I do know," he replies, not taking his eyes off of the kid slowly making his way down the fire escape. "Speaking of Sabine, how is she after you and Hera adopted her?" He says with a hint of disdain in his voice.

"I'm great, thanks Mr. Kallus," Hollered sarcastically a voice from the alley I previously ran down.

Sabine steps into the light from the shadows, flipping her bangs out of her face. She walks towards me and strangely I hear the sound of footsteps on the fire escape speed up. I'm confused for a minute before realizing the reason, and I roll my eyes. Sabine stops to stand by me and I hear the sound of someone jumping off the last step of the fire escape and feet pounding on the concrete towards us.

Kallus pipes up again. "So everything is good here?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep! All good here!" I say almost too quickly. He doesn't notice and yells for his squad to leave. They get in their cars and pull out of the alley, leaving us in darkness.

"Thanks, Mr.," says the kid next to me. I had almost forgot about him. Almost. He starts walking away from me and I quickly grab his shoulder before he can take another step. "Ow! Quit it, would ya?!" He says, trying to pry my hand off his shoulder. I only tighten my grasp and begin walking towards the alley that would lead us back to the Ghost, dragging him with me. I look at Sabine walking next to me and pull out the keys to the Ghost. I hand them to her and say, "Spectre 5, go get the car ready." She runs down the alley and I turn to the boy. He looks up at me for a brief second before averting his eyes.

"Look Mr., I can look after myself," he says, eyes still focused on the pavement. "Really, I could of handled that."

"Yeah, I'm sure you could've handled that," I say. "I'm sure you'd be just fine with a bullet in your arm or something, now let's go."

"Woah woah woah!" he says, digging his heels into the pavement, pulling us to a stop. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

I huff and turn to look at him. "Kid, I just saved your life. You owe me, therefore you are coming with me, whether you like it or not," I say sternly, hoping not to be pressed further. Unfortunately, I'm denied my wish.

"What? YOU saved my life? All you did was stand there until 'Mr. High and Mighty police Chief' saw you!" He yells at me, a defiant spark in his eyes.

"Come on, we're almost to the car," I say tiredly. I notice the kid staring at me with disdain. I glare back for a second before continuing to walk. The kid doesn't budge and when I turn back around, he rips his arm from my grasp before running. He's only able to take a couple steps before I grab his arm and pin it behind his back and force him against the wall.

"Look dude! I'm not going with you!" He screams, struggling against my hold.

"Kid, do you have a have a better option?" I growl. This kid was really testing my patience. There's a moment's pause and I can hear his heavy breathing before he mutters,"No. No I don't."

I release him and start walking again. In a minute I hear the sound of begrudging footsteps following in my wake.

"So what's your name?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Why should I tell you?" He says while rubbing his cheek where I had pushed him against the wall. I felt a twinge of guilt as I watched him, knowing that Hera was going to give it to me when we got home.

We reach the end of the alley and step into the light coming from the street lamp. Sabine is waiting for us, leaning against the running car. "Everything good?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. I only grunt in response and point to the back seat, showing the boy where to sit. Sabine opens her door as I walk to my side. "Did you find out his name?" she asks.

"No-" I start before the kid cuts me off.

"I'm Ezra. Ezra Bridger," he says before sitting down in the car, a smirk on his face. I groan and sit down in the driver's seat. I have a feeling that this is going to be a looong ride.


Wow. That was long. Anyway, next chapter will probably be up soon. Probably. Also, in this chapter, I felt like I made Kanan a bit to brash, but then again he was sorta losing his patience…so yeah. Someone's probably going to comment something along the lines of "poor blueberry!" or "How could space dad do that?!". Of course saying that now, it will end up all over the comments. Challenge accepted, bring it on.

Oh and Old Joe is a character on Rebels and in the Rebel Recon app. He's the one that Kanan asks if he had any jobs that could "…put fuel in the Ghost and food in out bellies," in Idiot's Array.