Happy Halloween!

So, I've had some major writer's block here, but I wanted to get this out for Halloween. It's a bit harder to write this now as Star Wars Rebels has progressed so far... Still love Ezra though!

Here it is!

"It could completely destroy him," Kanan said grimly as he sat across the table from Hera in the common room. "Getting him out like Dunan suggested." He sipped his drink, hardly tasting it since he was so deep in thought.

"But, it's also possible you'll never get him out in the way you've been going about it for the past week," the twi'lek summed up. She was equally as frustrated as him at this point. Hera drummed her fingers against the table. "It's as she said," she muttered. "You're the most qualified to choose what to do."

Kanan groaned. "I know that, and that's the problem." He bit his lip. "The dark side is the quick and easy path, that's what I'd been taught, and doing this… I don't know... " He trailed off. "It's dangerous, but the slow process is getting us nowhere." He massaged his temples. "I just… don't want to damage him beyond repair because I got impatient."

Hera reached across the table, laying her hand over Kanan's. "I'm going to support you in whatever you choose." He fingers tightened around his curled fist as though to remind him that she was there. "If you decide take this slowly, I'll be here for both of you even if it takes years."

"And if I do it quickly and destroy his mind?" Kanan asked pessimistically.

"Then I'll be here to help bring him back." She forced a smile. "No matter how this turns out, we're here for you and Ezra. That will never change, Kanan."

It started with Ezra's less than cheerful response to waking up from the suppressants. He was never happy when waking up. Everytime, he seemed less groggy and just plain angry.

Stop trying, Kanan, he said weakly as he came off the inhibitors. I've found my place in the darkness and I prefer this. He scoffed. I'd rather you just kill me than forcing me to listen to you every day.

It was subtle, but Kanan could sense the falter in his voice. You hardly sound like yourself anymore,the Jedi muttered through their bond.

I was meant to join the dark side. Ezra's Force signature responded evenly. It's stronger.

You really believe that after she broke your bond. I can sense how much that hurt you, Ezra.

A surge of rage and pain. It was your fault... You're the one who made her hurt me. Ezra's face remained a passive mask, calm and unmoving. You might as well run me through with your lightsaber right now because I'm not coming back.

If you felt that strongly about, then why haven't you broken our bond? It was a heavy question that rested on thin ice. Kanan knew that he was pushing his and Ezra's limits.

Huh? His Force signature voice was taken aback.

You try to drive me out every time we talk, but if you really wanted to, you could break our bond and end this connection, but you don't want to, do you?

He could feel Ezra falter, reaching for an answer to give him. There was silence.

I'm giving you a chance to come back, Ezra. He felt his padawan. Please take it. Nothing happened. Here we go. Kanan said into their bond, Ezra's Force signature shuddered.

Kanan shut his eyes tightly, focusing in on Ezra, not the darkness that had grown around him like a parasite, but his padawan, the child he'd taken in and trained. The boy who had been taken from their little makeshift family on the Ghost.

If he had to visualize what he sensed, Kanan would have to say that he saw Ezra. He saw Ezra half submerged in some mass of darkness. It wasn't quite solid or liquid, but it seemed to flow and surge around Ezra. It surrounded him, threatening to swallow him whole. Ezra's eyes were shut, his face defeated. He looked like he was embedded into it like how a fossil would be stuck in stone.

EZRA! Kanan called. His padawan didn't respond. Kanan's Force signature grasped Ezra's shoulders, digging his fingers into the dark mass that held Ezra in place. The cold was so terrible that his fingers burned with the chill. Kanan bit back a scream, and powered through the pain. I'll get you out of there!

Then, his grip on Ezra tightened and he used all his strength. He yanked the boy from the mass. That's when Ezra's eyes snapped open and he screamed an awful, agony filled, gut wrenching scream, but that didn't make Kanan waver. He couldn't waver now! Not when he'd already started. Now, he'd have to see it through to the end.

I'm sorry. He said as Ezra's scream echoed in his ears. I'm sorry. It's almost over.

That's when Kanan finally pried Ezra free of the cold mass. His screams stopped, and he breathed as if he'd just ran twenty miles.

The Jedi slumped forward, his energy spent. His hand rested against Ezra's forehead. He glanced at his apprentice. Still a passive face, but his skin had a sheen of sweat on it and the monitors showed that his heart rate had risen considerably. Kanan let his head hang from exhaustion, he was too tired to even try to call to Ezra through their bond. All that...He thought. And I don't even know if he's alright or not.

"Kanan?" A voice said from next to him.

Kanan's spine went straight as an arrow and he turned to his padawan. Ezra had been the one who'd spoken. He could hardly keep his eyes open through the haze of sedatives, but Kanan saw that flash of blue.

"Hey, Ezra," Kanan responded, smiling despite his exhaustion. "How are you?"

Ezra was only able to keep his eyes open for a few more seconds before drifting back to sleep. He never gave an answer, but Kanan could sense it. Ezra was doing a lot better.

Yay! Ezra's okay!

Honestly, guys... Inspiration has been... very little... I would normally have a lot more to say here, but umm... I'm tired and I've got a headache.

So... Please review!

May the Force be with you!