Hi everyone. I feel like I dropped the ball on the end of Brothers in Bunks. So you get this in apology. It's a one shot. There is not further ending to this, right now anyway. Maybe one day. I hope you enjoy the read. This is typical radicalcat drama trash. Thankyou Unfathomablefandoms for being my beta bff.
Enjoy.

Amnesia

Ezra came to, slowly. He peeled his eyes open, blinking at the bright light. Muffled sounds and sensations gently bringing him out of the comfort of unconsciousness.

The first thing he noticed was pain. It felt like his head was trapped in a vice. Bright spots of color danced in his blurry vision and stung his eyes. There was a deep throbbing pressure that began at his head and spread all through his right side. The floor gently rolled in one direction and his inner ear went spinning.
He shifted gently with a groan and lifted his numb, throbbing hand to cover his eyes. Ezra couldn't tell which way was up. His whole body was prickling with little pins and needles and he thought he might be about to throw up.

"Hey, you with us, Kid?"

The voice startled him. It wasn't one he knew, and waking up anywhere in the presence of people he didn't know was never good. Maybe the Empire-wait, why was he worried about the Empire?

Ezra sat bolt right up, trying to force his eyes open through the bright painful light. The room gave one hard tug in the wrong direction and began to spin a little harder. A firm hand steadied his shoulder and guided him back to lean his aching head against a wall.

"Whoa, steady on. You took a whopping crack to the noggin."

His ears were ringing, or was someone riding a speeder nearby? Had he been hit in the street? It didn't feel like the dusty old pavement street beneath him, more like threadbare blankets laid over a cold hard floor. And there was a weird musty fragrance in the air that Ezra thought he knew but couldn't quite name.

"What smells?" Ezra slurred, his voice sounded off in his ears.

Someone snorted hard, in amusement, Ezra thought.

"I see you didn't get any sense knocked innta ya then."

Ezra tried to force his eyes open again, trying to focus on something that would sit still, to take the endless tilt off his world. His senses felt like they were wrapped in cotton. Had he been drinking? Is that why he felt this kiffin awful? Every piece of him protested being here right now.

"Heh- nothing your thick skull couldn't handle right?"

Ezra blinked, trying to frown, because some part of him recognized he was being insulted- and by someone he didn't even know! He attempted to scowl, but it only made the ache in his head grow. He had to lay back again with an unsettled moan. He tried to lift a hand up to press against the throb in his skull- but there was a sound of boots and another hand knocked his arm away.

"Don't touch it." Commanded a new voice, and Ezra was surprised that he obeyed. "Zeb, leave him alone. He's in enough of a state without you trying to rile him up."

Ezra was sure he hadn't met this voice before, it definitely belonged to a female and she was, surprisingly, defending him.

The gravel voice- What had she called him? Zeb?- grumbled and Ezra heard him move a few feet away, muttering. "Just glad to see he's still moving."

"No kidding." the girl replied firmly, relived.

Ezra was fairly certain it was girl, and not woman. But each time he tried to open his eyes all he could see was a mixture of bright cutting light and purple. The floor took a hard dip down and his stomach kept moving. He groaned and felt two hands brace his shoulders as he slipped down the wall.

There was a loud crackle of static and Ezra winced. The ringing in his ears distorted for a moment, growing weaker.
"Hows the kid?"

The man called Zeb cleared his throat and answered, "Like new, Kanan. He's making smart jokes about how I smell already."

Who was Kanan? Ezra didn't know anyone by that name and didn't recognize the voice through the comms open channel buzz.

The voice let out a shot sigh, and it sounded relieved. "Well, then at least we know his nose is still working."

"Hey!"

"Can you go help Chopper repair the coordinate system? We've lost the Tie's but I'll be happier when they're half a galaxy away."

"On my way, Boss" answered the gravel voice and switched off his communicator. Ezra heard the man move away, and then added. "I'll be right back. You just keep him in one spot."

"You know that's at least a two man job." The girl replied, and Ezra caught a quirky lilt in her voice- she was making a joke!

Ezra shifted, taking in deep slow breaths and trying to think around the cotton on his brain. He began to take stock of the situation, and his thinking began to straighten out.

He was with people he didn't know, humanoid by the sound of it, and he wasn't exactly in the best shape.
They sounded like they wanted to make sure he stayed put, which was usually and unappealing quality in Ezra's books. But for now, the very idea of moving put his inner ear back on a slant and he groaned into his chest again. This couldn't be good. So far these people weren't hurting him, they were being very casual about it; that was- well odd, but maybe not so bad. Then again, what did any of it matter- because he was in no state to do anything about it right now.

What had happened?

"Here," said the girls voice, and Ezra felt a cold cup slid into his hands.

Even through the cloud of confusion he was blearily trying to navigate, he let caution take the reins. "What's this?" He demanded, rolling his tongue around his mouth. It felt dry and he thought he tasted copper.

"It's poison. What do you think it is?" the girl shot back, and before Ezra could argue, his hand was pushed up and the cup came to his lips.

He tasted water and immediately began to drink. The copper was washed down his throat and he felt the acid drop back down into his stomach. A glorious cold chill spread through his chest.

The cup was pulled away as soon as he'd emptied it, and then a hand took a firm pinch of his chin. His face was tilted back and he let out a groan as the ceiling lights cut through his eyelids.

"It doesn't look like you'll need stitches at least." The girl said, appraisingly.

"That's good." He replied dully. It was always nice not to need stitches. But that didn't help with the pain or the confusion.

The fingers dropped gently away and his chin fell back against his chest. Another cup was pushed into his hands and this time he drank without an argument, taking deep gulp of air between swallows.

"We need to get a bactapatch on that and get you an internal scan. You fell at least six levels."

Ezra put a hand up to shield his eyes and cracked an eyelid, blinking away the haze and squinting hard through the light, "I fell?" He asked numbly. That would account for the pulsating ache that was his right side.

"Yes, but don't worry, your head doesn't look too bad." He felt a finger very carefully swipe a piece of hair back from his face, and flinched back. The girl let out a sigh and pressed on. "Can you feel your hands?"

Ezra carefully turned his head in the direction of the voice. More purple and light, but if he squinted he could start to make out the shape of a girl.

A pretty girl, he realised quickly as his vision cleared. She was Mandalorian, with a sharp pointed jaw, high cheekbones and two big amber eyes. Her hair was cropped close around her ears and it looked like to be painted in a deep raven blue with a shock of orange through her bangs. It was odd colour mix was jarring, but not unappealing. He was immediately taken with the boldness of her attitude.

Ezra felt his mouth fall open and quickly tried to pull it shut. She was frowning at him and the last of Ezra's mind finally pulled to the surface. He just managed to catch her saying something, her voice hazy and muffled. His ears popped, and he was suddenly awake.

"What?" He asked, a little louder than he'd meant to, perhaps a little startled as full awareness hit him. The ache in his brain gave a mighty swell and he blinked hard to rid the shadows off his vision.

The girl pulled her brows together, putting a little wrinkle above her nose. Ezra felt suddenly very on the spot. "Uh- sorry? I didn't quite, catch that."

"I asked if you can feel your hands again." the girl repeated, a little slower this time. Her eyes studied his face and then flicked down his body. Ezra's gaze followed hers and he was surprised to see he had a new pair of boots on. He was at least still wearing his flight suit, which at the moment was spotted with grease marks and a smattering of little singe spots. He fingered one on his chest and the material felt hard and melted. Stun blasts, he realized. No wonder his toes and fingertips were only just starting to come back to him. Is that why his mind was so ...fuzzy around the edges. Who'd been shooting at him?

"Do your legs hurt?" the girl pressed. "We shouldn't move you if they do."

"Oh, uh, and no more than the rest of me, I guess." He said, turning his attention back to his new nurse. She was dressed pretty strangely for a nurse, in bright purple Mando armor with streaks of colour and pattern. There was a round orange symbol over the left side of her breastplate which looked somewhat like a bird in flight, but abstract- like a it was an insignia or a logo.
It... tugged at something inside his mind. But as he narrowed his eyes in concentration- the pain flared again and he had to strain to keep his thoughts straight.

"Hey," the girl snapped her fingers under his nose and he jerked back in surprise. "My eyes are up here." she said, pointing to her face. Her tone was admonishing, but her lips were quirked in a gentle smile.

She looked almost, relieved, Ezra thought. Was she worried about me? He thought bewildered. She doesn't even know me, but I wouldn't mind getting to know her.

He watched her pat down his left arm, searching for more injuries.
He wondered what her name was.

Ezra took in a sharp breath, ignoring the way his ribs flared under his muscles and put out his his hand. He matched this with his most charming, confident smile and said, "My name's Ezra. Ezra Bridger."

The hands on his arm instantly froze and her eyes snapped up to his.

"What did you say?" she questioned, all traces of relief gone from her face.
Ezra dropped his own smile and his hand, at the reaction, and he frowned at her.

"My name, is Ezra Bridger." He said slowly.

Her eyes grew wider and he didn't like the way the colour drained out of her cheeks. Was there something wrong with his name?

"What's wrong?" He asked, cautiously.

The hands on his arm tightened and it put him on edge, he tried to pull away but she held on firmly.

"Ezra," she said, commandingly, not taking her eyes off him. "What's my name?"

He hadn't expected the question and he was at a loss what to tell her. His head was still more mush then function at the moment but he knew for a fact she hadn't already told him her name and he'd told her his, twice. Why was he expected to know hers?

He opened his mouth to say so, when a purple furred giant walked into the room, from a doorway on a level above her head.

Ezra gaped, and pulled back in surprise.

"Kanan's on his way." said the giant, pulling the girls attention away from Ezra for a moment.

The boy took the opportunity to rip his arm out of her hold and scooted back a little further away from the giant. This guy was gravel voice- Zeb? He looked like a bulky mercenary on a bad hair day.

What had Ezra gotten himself into?

"What's going on here?" Ezra demanded. He scrambled up the wall behind him, fighting the wave of nausea.

The girl reached out a hand like she didn't want him to do that, but immediately thought better of touching him. When the vertigo passed, and he forced his eyes back open. Starring both of the strangers down. He did not know this girl. He didn't remember this other guy, and he certainly didn't know any Kanans.

"Eh, what's he on about?" Zeb asked, confused, and a little worried. He looked to the girl for an answer, but she just shook her head gently. Her eyes were studying Ezra's face, and suddenly she looked so... Sad?

What was with this girl and her emotions? What was her problem? For the first time Ezra managed to look around himself and felt shock slowly dawning as he realized he was in the cargo hold of a ship. The walls and floors were humming underneath him- He was on a moving ship!
Was he being kidnapped?

"Where am I?" He shouted, struggling to find his breath again. His heart hammered in his chest and suddenly all worry for his aches was gone and replaced with panic. "Who are you?"

Neither the mando girl or the hairy giant moved to answer him, both faces a mixture of shock and anxiety.

The purple giants face twisted in confusion and then pain, and then more confusion. His round eyes snapped onto the girl. "What happened?"

"I don't know!" She cried, suddenly moving into action. The shout put a sharp pain through his brain and he groaned, wincing. She flashed her eyes back to the man's before returning them to Ezra's. "He doesn't know who I am!" her voice was softer now, but strained and Ezra thought he saw her shoulders pinch back.

Of course he didn't know her- she hadn't told him her name. Was this some kind of weird interrogation? He had to talk his way out of this- fast. Ezra tried to slow down his breathing but he couldn't get enough air, the room was starting to spin again.

"Just- just let me go." Ezra said, spitting out the words while he still could. "I don't know nothing. I don't want any trouble!" the two looked at one another and then back to him, agape.

"Kanan!" the furred man suddenly shouted over his shoulder. "Kanan, you better get down here."

Ezra felt fear strike, who was this Kanan? Why were they calling him? Was he going to come deal with Ezra? What had Ezra gotten himself mixed into? He backed away, slowly moving into the corner of the room as far away as he could get from the two unfamiliar people.

The girl lifted her wrist to her mouth. "Hera, Kanan, you gotta get down here, asap! There's something wrong!"

Hera? There were more of them? Oh kiff. This was not good. Had he been caught in the middle of a heist? Is that why he was here? Had he fallen while he was robbing these people?

"Look, whatever I stole, I'll give it back." Ezra started, laying his hands out flat in apology. He moved them both to his pockets, looking for whatever might belong to these strange people. "I'll give it back, and then you set the burner down and let me off, yeah? You caught me fair and square, but this doesn't have to get ugly, right? I'm sorry; I was just trying to get a feed. Kids gotta eat, you know..." his words trailed off as his hands found his belt and closed on something unfamiliar.

He unclipped it and lifted it up. It was an odd shaped handle with two exit barrels. He could feel a trigger under one finger, and it fit quite comfortably in his hand. "A blaster?" He asked out loud confused. He looked up to the girl and held the strange weapon out. "Is this it? Is this what you want back?"

She gaped, wordless and slowly shook her head. "I, Ezra-"

All at once it occurred to him that while this odd pair looked Nothing like Imperials, what evidence did he have that they were not? What if they were bounty hunters? His eyes darted over them and took in a pair of squared pistols strapped to her sides and a long arm rifle carried across the giant's back. Oh blast it.

Her eyes followed his to her guns and she seemed to immediately know where his mind was going. Her fingers twitched and Ezra tightened his hold on the blaster. The air in the cabin immediately changed. The girl's body went rigid and the giant straightened up. All of his joints twitched.

Her shoulder twitched and he reached out a hand, "Ezra-"

But Ezra had already reacted, levelled the weird blaster at the girls chest.
He wasn't going to shoot her, so far she'd been nothing but kind to him and it simply wasn't something Ezra was prepared to do.

But she had a pair of blasters too and he wasn't going to let her demonstrate her's first, that's all.

Both of the strangers shot their hands in front of them, palms out and eyes wide.

"Kid." the giant said, slowly. "Just calm down for a minute." his voice now a low controlled growl.

"I just want to leave." Ezra shot back. "Let me out and we won't have a problem."

That was when two more sets of feet entered and two people appeared at the railing followed by an squat orange and white astromech flailing its claw grips and firing off a string of binary. Ezra panicked at their sudden appearance and quickly lifted the blaster aim up to focus on the newcomers.

The first was a pretty twi'lek woman wearing a flight suit. Her lekku swung behind her as she came to an abrupt stop, and she gasped when she caught sight of Ezra, her hand flying up to her mouth. He immediately felt ashamed- but he couldn't guess why.

The other was a man. A bounty hunter for sure, with one armored shoulder painted green to match his shirt and his own long pistol at his belt. His hair was slicked back into a short ponytail, and he had a carefully groomed goatee. He looked... no, he was definitely unfamiliar. His teal eyes pinned down on Ezra, and Ezra had to truly focus on his hold of the blaster to ignore how lightheaded he felt. But it past- and the pain came back. Ezra could hear that high pitched chime in his ears again, and his spine rattled.

There was a long beat of tense silence, broken only by Ezra's hard breathing.

"What's going on, Ezra?" the man asked calmly.

"You can tell me how you all know my name for a start!" He shouted back reflexively, each word ringing in his ears. He'd never seen this man in his life. "Where am I? Are you bounty hunters? Were you sent to kill me? Why am I here? And- Uhg- what did you do to my head?" he took a long gasp of air and winced at the wave of pain went through him again, dimming his vision for a moment.

The man's eyebrows snapped together, in confusion and something like distress, Ezra noted, and then he flicked his eyes to the girl.

Her hands were still in the air, but Ezra got the feeling it was to keep him calm, rather than fear of his blaster.

"He doesn't remember,, Kanan." she said quietly. "I think the fall knocked his senses."

So this man was Kanan? And he was senseless, was he?

Ezra retained the blaster on the girl. "Remember what?!" Ezra shouted in frustration, he jerked the blaster in his hands his arm was getting tired. It really was such an odd design.

Everyone's eyes turned back to him and now the man's eyes were narrowed. He moved a few steps to the right towards the ladder, and slowly, began to descend to the lower level.

"Kanan-" the Twi'lek woman began, but the man shot her a glance and she quieted, pursing her lips. Next to her, the furred giant slowly lay down his hands.

These people were acting to calmly and too self-assured for Ezra's likening and the way that man was looking at him... The man reached the cargo floor, and he casually approached the girl, his eyes never leaving Ezra's.

Ezra felt panic rise the closer the man got, he refocused his aim on the bounty hunter, squaring his feet. "Hey- Back off! I mean it!"

The man stopped at once, only half a step in front of the girl.

"Ezra," He asked evenly, calmly. A voice that made his aching bones rattle. "What's the last thing you remember?"

The boy blinked, thrown by the new line of questioning. What did he remember? Nothing that helped him understand why he might be in this situation- that was for sure.

"I- I don't know," I was just- here and- I certainly don't remember you!" he swallowed and firmed his jaw. "I asked you a question, I want an answer!" He said quickly, turning back to his demands.

The man frowned but slowly, lay his hands down to his sides. The girl, watching over his shoulder, lay her's down too.

Closer to their blasters, Ezra noted. His arms shuddered from the weight of the tightened his arms, locking his knees to stay on his feet. What were these people going to do to him?

"We aren't bounty hunters, Ezra." the man, Kanan said quickly. "And we won't hurt you."

"Sure- and the Empire is just misunderstood." Ezra snapped reflexively, unable to withhold the snarky remark.
Did the girl's lips just twitch?

Ezra pulled in a deep breath. "Why am I here?" he demanded, adding, "Where is here?"

"You're on our ship, the Ghost." Kanan replied, taking one step closer.

"But Why?"

The air snapped tight again, and Ezra sensed he'd said something hurtful or shocking, judging by their faces. Where in the fried universe was he?

The bounty hunter cocked his head just so and narrowed his hard green eyes. He scrutinized Ezra's face and the boy withdrew a little at first, and then grit his teeth and shoved his jaw out, meeting the hard glare with one of his own. Who did this guy think he was?

The man blinked first, and shook his head and he turned away for half a moment, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Ezra, do you really not know who I am?"

The question angered the boy, if partly only because the man's face did tug at something deep in the dark. He reaffirmed his hold on the blaster.

"No! Should I? No- don't answer that." he said quickly, pressing a hand against his forehead and hissing through his teeth as the pain flared- but it also pushed away the nausea. "Just- just let me out. Swing by the next rock this ship passes, drop me there and that'll be the end of it. I don't know who you think you are just picking kid of the street, and I don't know what you must've put in my drink- but I did not sign up for this ride. So let me out. Now."

The man's body language suddenly changed, His shoulders pulled back and he folded his arm. Leaning back on his heels and giving Ezra a flat expression.

"No."

"No?" Ezra repeated in outrage and incredulity. "Wh- You- You can't just say 'No'!"

Kanan shrugged his shoulders, but his voice was almost apologetic. "I'm sorry, Kid. But you aren't leaving this ship. You better get yourself comfortable with that idea quickly."

Ezra gaped, his understanding of what was going on thrown so far way that he couldn't even begin to put together an argument. These people- these possibly dangerous strangers- were holding him against his will. His brain throbbed and rippled with frustration.
"I-I-Ugh!"

Ezra threw both hands to his head, trying to relieve the pressure, ignoring the blaster awkwardly pressing against his temple.

"Be careful!" Kanan said, quickly, his voice tense.

Ezra bristled and glared, "Don't tell me what to do!" he shouted, pointing the blaster at the man's chest again.

Kanan didn't seem threatened to have the weapon leveled at his heart again, but he put out a hand and his eyes bore into the boys. "Ezra, please listen, put down the lightsaber."

If nothing had surprised him till now, this had.

"The what?" He looked again at the odd weapon in hands, and suddenly it was so obvious how it all worked- "Oh!" He said, realization in his tone and his fingers changed their hold, suddenly it felt comfortable in his hand and he automatically moved to switch it on.

"Wait!" Kanan cried, moving forward- but the saber ignited and a brilliant blue blade shot up from the hilt of the blaster.

Ezra was immediately entranced, even if it had only narrowly missed his face by a few inches. "Woah." he breathed, unable to blink. This was...

"Careful! You're going to take your arm off."

Ezra couldn't help but give it an experimental swing. The blade hummed and cut through the air like a more powerful, and graceful, extension of him arm. It put a sense of rightness in the world. There was balance again.
That was why the grip was misshapen, it was a saber hilt- not a gun outright. It was some odd combination of the two and somehow, it felt perfect-

The saber was ripped from his hands. He felt the loss of it but wretched himself backwards to avoid being snatched up himself. It was funny, he hadn't even seen the man's hand move, he must be lightning fast.

Kanan deactivated the blue blade, and the calm Ezra had felt a moment ago evaporated with the otherworldly light.

"Hey! That's mine!" He snapped, glaring up at the man wielding his saber. The man frowned, taking a long moment to study his face. The boy shifted uncomfortably, but held his ground. His legs were starting to get tired and the room began to tilt again.

The man held up the lightsaber. "You say this belongs to you?" He asked evenly.

Ezra sensed a trap in the line of questioning and picked his answer carefully. "Yes. I think it's mine."

"You think, or you know?" the man pressed, eyeing the hand Ezra had to use to lean against the wall.

"I know." Ezra spat, and shot out his other hand, palm up. "Now give it back!"

The room was silenced, the tension in the air pressing down on them. Ezra could feel the nausea returning and swallowed hard on the lump in his throat. He wanted to lie down, more then anything. He was almost too exhausted to care- but before he could breathe easy again, he needed that lightsaber. It was his, wherever he'd found it, it was his now.

He wouldn't let this man, this stranger with a face he could read like binary script- no not even this familiar face would take it from him.

Kanan's mouth tilted just so in the corners as he studied Ezra's glare, and the suddenly he blinked and the wall in his eyes was gone.

"Well, if you say so."

Then, surprisingly, the man tossed the saber up in air and Ezra fumbled, catching it against his chest with a gasp. He clutched it to his heart with sigh of relief but in catching it, lost his hold on the wall and slid down to the floor in a heap on his knees. Even the slow descent didn't soften the air being knocked out of him again. He let out a breathless groan as each part of his body made his bruises known.

"I'll make you a deal."

Ezra's neck snapped up and he glared at Kanan, glaring through the haze of pain.
"What kind of deal?" he asked, he was exhausted, but he wasn't an idiot.

The man frowned down on him, his thick eyebrows sloping together. "You can keep the lightsaber, but in return, you cooperate with me."

Ezra grinned darkly, "Oh, and what dank little favors do you want?" Ezra had seen how the gang life worked- and he knew he preferred to work without a knife in this back. "I'm not some gangster errand boy y'know." he spat, the acid dripped from his voice. He wouldn't trust these people as far as he could throw them.

The man looked nonplussed, but he came one step closer, crouched down so his eyes were level with Ezra's, and put out a hand.

Ezra immediately flinched away, but Kanan kept his hand where it was and made no move to touch him or come closer.

"All I want." he said, casual and calm, "is you to come upstairs and let me treat your wounds. You keep the lightsaber. No one else. Just me and you."

Ezra frowned, then his eyes dipped down to the blaster on the man's belt. "Just me, you, and your blaster you mean."

Kanan followed his gaze down and sighed, almost irritated. Then with the unextended hand, slipped his pistol out of the holster and carefully placed it on the crate next to him.

"There, I've got no blaster. You keep yours. How about now?"

Ezra narrowed his eyes trying to read the man's face. Trying to find /a hint where the trap was set.

Kanan was still waiting for him to accept his hand, but he showed no sign of tiring his patience or withdrawing his hand. Ezra didn't doubt he would wait for as long as it took to get the boy to shake it.

Who were these people? Why were they being so kind to him? He left his eyes roll up and he scanned to room again. He studied each face carefully, mindful to focus and remember each feature before he looked away.
He was surprised that he felt, disappointed, that nothing jumped out. The girl offered him a weak smile, and he frowned before pulling his eyes back to Kanan.

How could he put blind faith in these people? He didn't even know them. But, Ezra admitted, weakly to himself- he almost wanted to, and that put him on edge.

As the silence stretched on, Kanan inclined his head just so, tightened his jaw and said in a firm and pointed tone,
"You need medical attention, Ezra. Don't let your pride stand between you and yourself."

The boy made a face at that, but when he looked away. He realised he was gritting his teeth to cope with the throb in his ears. His head ached more than ever, and the pain in his sides was getting worse with every second.

Ezra had taken falls before, and if these were injuries from a fall like the girl had said, they were certainly not good. He wanted, if not needed, medical attention- but he couldn't comprehend why this man was trying to give it to him. He had so many questions, and they all buzzed loudly in his tender brain.

Ezra glanced around, the room, taking in the faces of the crew. The purple giant looked offended and then abashed. The Twi'lek woman was giving him an anxious look, but her expression warmed into a smile. The girl tossed her head to throw her bangs off her face, narrowed her eyes and squared her jaw. It made her look fierce and Ezra quickly pulled his eyes back to the man.

"Okay." He said, exhaling hard all at once, clutching the lightsaber against his heart. He let some of the tension seep out his shoulders for just a moment. The pressure in his chest eased.

"Good," said Kanan, and he smiled just a little. "When you're feeling better, you can ask all the questions you like."

Ezra blurted the first words that bubbled to the surface. "Who are you guys?"

The bounty hunters' green eyes crinkled just a little, and Ezra thought he saw just a flash of humor there before it was blinked away.

"My name is Kanan, and I am a Jedi."

I'm sorry everyone. It just happened.
R&R for good Karma and more trash writing.