Hello! This prompt comes from Fennekin Lv100. I'm sorry if it wasn't exactly what you wanted, but I tried my best! I hope you enjoy!

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An Old Friend

Kanan walked down the Lothal street, keeping an eye out for any stray troopers and for the supplies on the list Hera had given him. Usually he would just send Zeb or Sabine, but today had been a particularly busy day in terms of fighting. It started when Ezra had woken Zeb up because of a nightmare. Ezra had screamed and Zeb had jumped up.

But when Ezra started playing the whole thing off, it had gotten on Zeb's nerves. And Ezra, trying to distract Zeb from asking questions, picked a fight. They chased each other down the halls and trampled each other in the kitchen.

Then they fought while cleaning up the mess they had made in the kitchen. And then they had fought over who would use the fresher first. And it just kept on going; a chain reaction of fights that were all traced back to the second they were both awake.

And now, Kanan was walking down the streets, and even the loud shouts from the vendors could not bother him.

Kanan looked over his shoulder, and when no one was standing there, he sighed.

Hera, not wanting to deal with Zeb and Ezra's fighting either, had sent Ezra along with him on the supply run. And Kanan, in desperate need of quiet, had agreed.

It was not that he did not want to be around his padawan – it was that his padawan had a tendency to wonder off during supply runs, especially when he was not in a good mood, like today. And despite all of the lectures he had given him, the kid was just too stubborn to take the time to tell Kanan where he was going.

But most of the time Ezra would find his way back to Kanan. And if he was lucky, he would bring something off the list of supplies with him.

Kanan was prepared to move on when a wave of panic slammed into him. He took a step back, the strength of it catching him off guard.

It only took a moment for the panic to shift into pain. His head hurt as did his chest. The pain muddled his senses, and Kanan had to push through it in order to discover the source.

Ezra.

The pain that he was feeling was dulled with worry. He scanned the street, hoping to find the dark haired teen. But there was no sight of him.

Closing his eyes, he connected to the pain that he was feeling, and traced it through the force and back to the origin. He ran, following the course that the force had provided him. Turning down a dark alley, he shouted out in anger and drew his blaster.

"Hey!"

The man who was holding Ezra up against the wall whipped his head towards him. Ezra's eyes were closed and his face contorted in pain.

"This doesn't concern you, pal," the man said. "So get lost."

"I think you're the one who needs to get lost," Kanan quipped back, aiming his gun at the man. In self-defense, the man pulled Ezra off of the wall and pinned him against his body, serving as a shield. Ezra's eyes opened and locked with Kanan's.

He saw fear, pain, and… acceptance? No, that could not possibly be right. Kanan disregarded it as a trick of the light.

"I don't think so. I'm not done chatting with my friend here yet." The man smirked, pulling his arm tighter around Ezra's neck. He let out a gasp.

"Let him go," Kanan demanded. "Or I will shoot."

"Something tells me you won't," he said. He took a step back as Ezra continued to tug at the man's arm. Kanan took a step forward.

"You have nowhere to run." The man bit his lip as he glanced behind him. The Lothal street was filled with witnesses, all of whom would remember seeing a man carrying a young boy in a choke hold. "Let him go and I won't cause any trouble." The man looked back with a smirk on his face.

"Funny you should say that. Weren't those your exact words to me, boy? 'I won't cause any trouble,' remember that?" The man shook Ezra, who took another deep breath.

"Yeah," he rasped out. "And I also remember you saying that you didn't work for the Empire, asshole."

If it were not for the situation they were in, Kanan would have laughed. But he settled for just raising his eyebrows in amusement. The boy's gibes never failed to amuse him.

"Wanna say that again, boy?" the man shouted. His anger was taking over, and Kanan knew that could lead to impulsive and drastic decisions. He also knew that Ezra was trying to get the man riled up in order to escape, but Kanan wondered, at what cost.

"Yeah, actually, considering it fits you perfectly." The man growled and reached behind him, but before he could reach for his concealed weapon, Ezra kicked his captor in the knee with all of his force. The man let out a cry of pain, but his grasp did not lessen.

But a brief moment of distraction was all that Kanan needed.

Rushing forward he whipped his gun hilt into the man's skull, connecting with a satisfying thump. The man collapsed onto the ground, taking Ezra with him.

"Ugh," Ezra moaned, taking his outstretched hand. After helping him stand, Kanan crouched down and looked him in the eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, scanning his face and chest for any blood.

"I'm fine," Ezra said, rubbing his head. He sighed. "Actually, I'm better than fine. My vision was wrong."

"Vision?" Kanan asked, and Ezra nodded.

"It wasn't a nightmare I had last night, it was a vision. And in it…," Ezra glanced away.

"Ezra, you can tell me. It's alright, you're safe now."

"In it… I thought I died," he admitted. Kanan nodded.

"Visions don't always reveal the full truth. And I'm assuming it was because your emotions got in the way," he said, attempting to make a light joke. But Ezra responded with much more seriousness than he expected.

"Well yeah. I thought I died, Kanan. And I… there was so much I haven't done yet, I-"

"Ezra," he interrupted. "It's alright." Ezra nodded, keeping his hand on his head. "Let's get you back to the Ghost and get your head checked out, alright?" Kanan stood, keeping his hand on his padawan's back the whole walk back.

Just before entering the Ghost, Kanan broke the silence with a question.

"You were prepared to die, weren't you?" Ezra stopped walking, having been caught off guard. "I saw your eyes when the man was holding you." The teen sighed.

"It… it was so clear in my vision."

"Is this why you've been fighting with Zeb all day?" Ezra flashed a half smile.

"Well, yeah. I don't know how long Lasats' live, and I had to get in enough fights to last him a lifetime."

"Well I think you succeeded," Kanan said, annoyance dripping from his voice. Ezra smiled.

"Oh," Kanan added in as they walked up the ramp. "Don't tell Hera that you said that word."

"What?" Ezra asked. "You mean asshole?"

"Ezra Bridger!" Hera shouted, and both males jumped. Above them on the platform stood Hera, hands on her hips. Kanan turned towards Ezra.

"I'll grab the bandages for your head," he said, beginning to walk out of the room.

"Kanan!" Ezra shouted. "Kanan!" But he had already escaped. Ezra turned back to the disapproving Hera.

"I- I have a pass. I was being choked to death," he explained, and Hera's eyes grew wide.

"What?" she asked. Kanan walked back into the room, bandages in his hand. "Kanan?"

"It's true," Kanan said, setting his hand on Ezra's shoulder. Guiding the boy over to the nearest box, Ezra sat down and Kanan crouched next to him. Before Kanan could begin Hera was beside them both.

"What happened? Are you alright?" she questioned, concern displayed on her face.

"I'm alright, Hera, I promise," Ezra said. "And it was an old 'friend', so to speak. I teamed up with him a few years ago. I didn't want to, but-" he let out a sigh, and Kanan and Hera's hearts ached. "But I did. And when I found out he was working for the Empire," a sly grin slid onto the teens face. "I may have sabotaged him."

Hera and Kanan smiled at that.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay," Hera said, standing up. "But don't you ever let me hear you saying that word again. Got it?"

"Got it," Ezra agreed. Hera smiled and went back to the cockpit.

"Now," Kanan said. "Let's talk about your tendency to wander off again." Ezra let out a groan, and Kanan could not help but smile, knowing that his padawan would be just fine.

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R & R

~ Kavella ~