Me: Made a deal with my sister to do this… I got the laptop as long as I updated Rebels.

Ezra: And you're supposed to be a Slytherin.

Me: HEY!

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3rd Person POV

*AFTER IDIOT'S ARRAY*

Kanan went around the Ghost trying to find Ezra. They had already trained, but Kanan had an op and needed the kid for it. Well, he needed everyone, but Ezra would play a big part. Eventually Kanan went to Hera, usually Ezra could be found with her… sometimes Sabine but he already checked with her. Hera was where she usually was when the Ghost wasn't flying, with Chopper in the Meeting Room.

"Have you seen Ezra?" Kanan asked her.

Hera looked up, her green eyes watching Kanan.

"No, I think he went into Lothal," Hera replied, "Why?"

Kanan had paled drastically before grabbing out his comm.

Sector 6 come in, it's Sector 1.

"Kanan?" Hera asked, "What's going on?"

Kanan motioned for her to be quiet.

Sector 1, what is it?

You need to get out of L-

Before Kanan could finish the ground shook beneath them. The two adults looked at each other before running towards the ramp. They ran into Zeb and Sabine on the way. Nothing was exchanged, except a glance around to see if Ezra had returned. When they didn't see him, Zeb and Sabine exchanged worried glances before going with them to the ramp. What they saw shook them to the core.

Lothal was burning, possibly from bombs or something. Rubble was everywhere, smoke drifting into the sky, the few buildings still standing were on fire. Kanan and Hera exchanged worried looks, both paling drastically. Ezra was in there… Was he okay?

Sector 6, come in Sector 6

Kanan was worried, only static responded to him. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

-anan… lp

They all let out a relieved breath and Kanan pressed the button again.

Where are you? Are you hurt?

-k-et… -ur-s… -ts.

Kanan and the others exchanged worried glances, they couldn't get a good enough connection.

"See if he can meet us somewhere," Hera decided.

Kanan relayed the message, but this time there was no response.

*WITH EZRA*

Ezra shakily got to his feet after the bombing. He had a cut on his forehead by a piece of rubble, burns all over his arms and legs, as well as another gash on his arm. Wiping blood from his eyes, Ezra shakily got to his feet before falling to the ground again as all his wounds screamed at him. The comm buzzed and Kanan's voice came in.

-or 6… -me… -n. Sec- 6.

Kanan, help me.

Ezra released the button and hoped that it was clearer on Kanan's side than his.

-re… -ou… -urt?

Furrowing his brows, Ezra tried to piece together what Kanan said. It was most likely the usual questions, asking where he was and if he was hurt.

I'm near the market. I've got a few cuts and pretty bad burns.

Ezra sighed as he released the button and struggled to his feet. There was four people nearby, a mother and three kids. The youngest couldn't be older than two, she looked perfectly fine. The oldest was around seven years old, with brown hair and green eyes, she had burns on her rightside and a bad cut on her leg. Then there was the middle, the only boy who couldn't be older than four or five, with blonde hair and his sisters green eyes but a lot lighter and he had burns on his left side. He didn't have any cuts. Then there was the mother, who looked to be dying. Ezra shakily got to his feet and went over to them.

The youngest was crying, wailing loudly as she clutched her mother.

"MOMMY! MOMMY!" the youngest screamed.

The mother caught sight of Ezra and gave him a pleading look. Ezra came closer and the mother gripped his hand, really tight for someone who was dying.

"Take- take care of them," the woman whispered.

Ezra watched her, his sapphire blue eyes wide, as the lady's hand went limp. Covering his mouth, Ezra sat back on his legs. Managing to gain control again, he gently scooped up the young two year old blonde girl into his arms. He vaguely wondered what Kanan and Hera would say.

"What's your name?" Ezra asked kneeling down to the sobbing children, "I'm Ezra."

The oldest wiped a tear away from her green eyes, "I'm Alcina. This is Tyrone, my little brother, and Daria my younger sister."

Next to them a building collapsed and Daria screamed before sobbing into Ezra's orange jumpsuit. He held her close and carefully led Alcina and Tyrone outside of Lothal. Alcina leaned heavily on Ezra's side, her leg bleeding heavily. Eventually five year old Tyrone took Daria, holding her awkwardly, and Ezra carried Alcina. The young girl clutched him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder.

"Where are we going?" Tyrone finally spoke up.

Ezra glanced down at him, "To my home… you see that skyscraper?" Tyrone nodded, "That's where I live, when I'm not with my friends."

"Where do you go when you're with your friends?" Alcina demanded.

"Now that, I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

Ezra glanced down at her, but didn't respond. Alcina pouted and they made their way up the skyscraper. It was dusty inside and Tyrone looked around with Daria balanced on his hips. Ezra carefully set Alcina onto his bed and turned to Tyrone, who had just set Daria down.

"Can you get my first aid kit, it's under the helmet on the dresser," Ezra said.

Tyrone nodded silently and went to the helmet. After finding the first aid kit, he brought it back to Ezra. The Padawan took the first aid kit and started to treat the burns and cuts on Alcina. As soon as she was bandaged up and burn salve on her burns, he turned to Tyrone. The five year old let Ezra treat him. When he was done, Ezra let Tyrone sit next to Daria and make sure that she was okay.

"Ezra! You in here?" Kanan's voice called.

"Here!" Ezra's shout was muffled as he wrapped up his arm, part of the bandage was in his mouth.

The door opened again and Alcina quickly grabbed Daria and held the two year old to her chest and gripped Tyrone's arm. Kanan's green-blue eyes immediately sought out his Padawan. Kanan crossed the room quickly and unwrapped the bandages.
"Oh, come on Kanan!" Ezra exclaimed, "I was doing fine."

"You're hurt," Kanan replied, "And I know you, you're going to play it down and not treat it properly."

"I lived on the streets Kanan, a little cut won't hurt me."

Kanan sighed and unwrapped the bandage completely. His eyes widened.

"That is not a little cut!" Kanan exclaimed.

Alcina and Tyrone both snorted as Daria giggled. Kanan whipped around and spotted the three siblings. Rubbing his forehead tiredly, with his none injured hand, Ezra sighed.

"Kanan, this is Alcina, Tyrone, and Daria. I found them on the way back, their mom made me promise to watch over them," Ezra explained, "She died a few second after."

Kanan's eyes softened and he returned to Ezra. His trained eyes examined the wound, before he grabbed a needle and thread from the first aid kit. He couldn't find anything to numb the pain, which worried him slightly.

"This is going to hurt," Kanan warned.

Ezra rolled his eyes, "Just do it."

Alcina flinched when the needle entered Ezra's skin, but the Padawan didn't even wince.

"Hera's worried," Kanan told him, keeping Ezra's attention off the needle.
"I'm not surprised, I was near the middle of the blast," Ezra replied, watching the three on his bed.

Kanan tied off the string and wrapped up Ezra's arm. Alcina and the other two watched as Kanan and Ezra seemed to have a conversation without speaking. Tyrone rubbed his arms awkwardly, watching Ezra grin suddenly and Kanan shake his head. Daria yawned, snuggling closer to her sister and closing her green eyes tiredly. The two force-sensitive's got up and Ezra gently helped Tyrone up.

"Come on, I know someone who will watch over you," Ezra told them.

"You're going to leave us?" Alcina asked.

Glancing back at Kanan, who didn't give any help, Ezra knelt down in front of the seven year old.

"I'm not leaving you. I'll still watch over you three," he bopped Daria's nose gently, and the two year old gave him a toothy grin, "I'm not able to care for you though, it would be to dangerous for you and I'm not willing to put you three in harm's way. I have a… friend who will raise you three."

*A FEW MINUTES AND A RIDE ON THE GHOST LATER*

Hera took Ezra, Alcina, Tyrone, and Daria down to meet Fulcrum. Well, Ezra didn't get to meet him (or was it a her). He met the couple that would care for Alcina, Tyrone, and Daria though. The couple were sweet and caring, and they fell in love with the siblings the moment they saw them. Mr. and Mrs. Delis were both very funny, they even managed to get a smile on Tyrone's face (which so far Ezra only managed to do) and that made them alright in Ezra's opinion. Mrs. Delis took Daria from Hera, carefully, and the two year old grinned and cooed at the brown haired woman.

"I'll visit you three sometime," Ezra promised Alcina as she glanced back at him.
"You better," the seven year old said viciously.

"Pinky promise?"

Ezra stuck out his pinky and Alcina locked her pinky around his.

Me: I didn't know how to end this, so that just happened.

Ezra: I have no clue what to say.

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