(A/N: Back to Star Wars Rebels today! I'm not going to follow the episodes, though, from now on. I'm going to give you all Rebel family one-shots as promised in the description. This one is a father-son fic full of fluff. Enjoy!)

The Inquisitor was coming towards him. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Ezra was trapped. He didn't even have any weapons of any sort on hand to defend himself with.

The Inquisitor raised his lightsaber, ready to strike, chucking evilly at the helpless boy in front of him. He was enjoying himself. And the fun was only just beginning.

"Join the Dark Side, boy, and I won't hurt you or your friends. I'll call my troops off from the hunt and they'll be safe."

"NEVER!" Ezra growled, not caring what the consequences would be. The crew were capable and could look after themselves. They'd been in a fight against the Empire their entire lives. Even if the Inquisitor hurt him, he surely couldn't get to his family.

The Inquisitor snarled in anger and hatred, raising his red lightsaber up above his head and bringing it down on Ezra's unprotected body. He was dead for sure! But then it was blocked by Kanan's own saber as he stepped in between his Padawan and the evil man before him.

"Kanan!" Ezra exclaimed happily, his voice flooding with relief.

His master turned to face him just as the Inquisitor's lightsaber came down on top of him, slicing deep into his shoulder blades.

"NOOOOOO!!!" the boy screamed, tears pouring down his face as he saw his beloved master struggling to get up. The man wasn't dead, but he was severely injured and could barely move.

Ezra rushed to his side, but the Inquisitor grabbed his arms and started dragging him backwards down the long corridor, whispering spitefully into the boy's ear, "I'll make you my apprentice no matter what!"

Ezra struggled violently, but it was useless. So, he did the only other thing he could think of: he screamed for Kanan to come help him. He wanted the man he saw as a father to come rescue him, but Kanan never came.

Kanan shot up in his bed. Something was wrong. And then he heard it: screaming and crying!

"Ezra!" he yelled, panic filling his entire body.

He got up and ran to the room where his Padawan was. As he got closer, he could hear more clearly what Ezra was yelling: "KANAN! KANAN! HELP ME! PLEASE! HE WON'T LET GO- I CAN'T GET FREE! HELP!!!!"

The door slid open and Kanan ran inside only to stop dead in his tracks. There was no immediate danger as far as he could see and there was no one else in the room. Hera, Zeb, Sabine and Chopper had all gone off the day before on some supply mission. Ezra and Kanan would draw too much attention since the Inquisitor had been hunting them feverishly for the last few weeks - they'd just be putting everyone in too much unnecessary danger if they were spotted. So, it really was just him and Ezra alone in the room.

Speaking of which, it looked like Ezra was having a severe nightmare. Kanan went over to him and gently shook his shoulders, whispering softly in the boy's ears to wake up.

Eventually, the kid shot up, breathing heavily and crying his eyes out. The moment he saw his master, he threw himself into the man's arms and Kanan only just managed to stop them both from falling heavily to the floor. He lowered the two of them into Zeb's bunk as Ezra clung desperately to him, his crying only getting worse.

It broke the man's heart. He viewed the boy as a son and hated having to see his child in pain like this.

Eventually, when Ezra's crying had died down enough, he asked softly, "Wanna talk about it?"

Ezra nodded, then shook his head, then shrugged, then decided he did. He opened up and told Kanan everything that had happened in his dream. The whole while, he sat there rubbing the boy's back and holding him tightly against his chest.

"It's alright now, you're alright. I won't let him hurt you ever! You're safe now, Son," Kanan told Ezra once he had finished speaking.

"Did you just call me 'son'?"

Did I?

"I guess I did. I just view you as the son I never had, I guess. Sorry, I know you probably don't want me to and-"

He was cut off as Ezra threw his arms around his neck.

"It's alright, I don't mind... Dad."

For a moment, Kanan was taken aback, but then he hugged Ezra fiercely, unable to stop grinning broadly.

"I love you, Dad!"

"I love you, too."

Father and son sat there in each other's embrace for a while until the morning found them both curled up on Zeb's bunk with their arms still wrapped around each other, fast asleep, both with small smiles of contentment on their faces.