A/N: I am so psyched I got this written. I have had this idea forever and am happy I got this time by the time "Hera's Hero's" will air. Also it seems fit seeing this will focus on Ezra and Hera a bit. Enjoy.


Ezra woke up early as usual to wake up Kanan. Despite Kanan telling him they weren't having training today, he still wanted to eat breakfast with his master.

After getting ready for the day, he made his way to Kanan's room. But Kanan wasn't there.

"Kanan?" Ezra asked the empty room. Not that the boy was surprised. Ezra was told they were going on a mission in the morning. Good chance Kanan and Hera were in the cockpit drinking caf and talking about the day; so that was where Ezra checked next.

Once Ezra got there though he noticed something different about the outside. Ezra noticed that instead of green or brown grass gracing the land, instead was an endless sheet of white. Ezra, still a little tired, couldn't seem to comprehend what it was, all the eight-year-old knew was he wanted a closer look.


Hera and Kanan were in the loading dock inspecting their speeders for their pick-up of the supplies.

"So you think Ezra will like Hoth?" Hera asked Kanan as he passed her a caf, as a the two finished their finale check of the equipment.

Kanan shrugged his shoulders unsurely, "I hope he does. I know Lothal gets some snow fall, but nothing like here. So-,"

Kanan and Hera then heard the tiny footsteps that had to belong to the little padawan they were talking about.

Soon Ezra was climbing down the ladder to the bay.

"Hey Ezra," Hera greeted, "We see you're up nice and early."

"Uh-huh," Ezra acknowledged as he walked past them.

"Ezra, what are you doing?" Kanan questioned.

"There is some white stuff outside and I want to get a closer look." Ezra explained as he attempted to reach the button to open the hatch.

"Well you be-," Hera was about to tell Ezra to be careful until she realized what the little boy was trying to do.

Kanan realizing too, beat her to the kid before he exposed them all to the blistering cold. It was a good thing Ezra was still too short to reach the button by himself.

"Woah there kid, you can't go out. You'll freeze out there." Kanan told Ezra as he picked the kid up and took him away from the hatch.

"Why?" Ezra asked innocently, still not knowing where the crew was.

"Because honey, it's awfully cold out on Hoth; and if you go out in just your night clothes, you'll be freezing in two seconds.
Shock then filled Ezra's eyes,

"Hoth? Wait, is that all snow!?" Ezra asked in excited curiosity.

Unable to wait for an answer, he squirmed out of Kanan's hold and raced back up to the cockpit. Kanan and Hera, both smiling as the boy was innocently excited about snow, followed him.

Ezra was in such a hurry he hadn't noticed that he passed Zeb and Sabine in the kitchen, who both greeted the kid as he passed right by them with no acknowledgement.

Once back in the cockpit, and stood on the pilot's chair Ezra took a more careful look out the window. Every single space of uneven terrain was white, and it was starting to shimmer with rays of pink and yellow as the sun began to rise. It was just, amazing; and Ezra had never seen anything so pretty.

Ezra heard the doors open and smiled when he saw it was the rest of the crew.

"Haven't seen that much snow before huh?" Kanan asked as he sat in the seat next to Ezra.

Ezra shook his head no as he jumped from the chair so Hera could sit and go over some controls.

"I thought Lothal got snow?" Zeb asked.

"Not really," Ezra admitted, "When it does it never sticks and most of the time it just turns to slush after a few minutes." The crew noticed Ezra seemed troubled, but soon went back to his young curious nature.

"So, what are we doing here?" Ezra questioned.

Hera pressed a button and showed a holomap of a snowed in valley.

"We will be going here to pick up some supplies for Fulcrum.

Ezra gasped in excitement, "Are we finally meeting Fulcrum?"

Hera with authority and Sabine in annoyance answered, "No."

Ezra, unlike Sabine, did not think too much on the mystery person before another question occurred to him.

"So, what are we picking up?"

Sabine smiled, "Ezra, what are Hoth's primary exports.

Ezra smiled as he answered, "Hoth is renowned for it's pure minerals and clean water."

Sabine smiled at her student, "There is your answer kid."

"Cool, so when are your guy's going to pick it up?" Ezra asked curiously.

The kid then noticed Hera and Kanan smiling, "Actually Ezra, we were thinking about letting you come on this pick up." Kanan revealed.

The crew could have sworn that Ezra would burst with excitement if that were possible.

"Really?! I get to help and shoot bad guys?!" Ezra asked eagerly as he shape his hands to look like a blaster.

"Woah there kid," Zeb interrupted, "I don't think it will be that dangerous."

"It's true," Hera confirmed, "No one is in the area but us. We thought this would be the perfect place to practice cargo pick up. You know to practice for the more dangerous pick-ups in the future.

Ezra thought of it for a moment before me smiled and nodded, "Okay,"

"Okay," Kanan smiled as he ruffled the kids head, "Let's go get some breakfast and then get ready."

Ezra saluted his given orders, which only made the crew laugh at their little guy.


Soon the crew was in the cargo bay, getting their gear on for the cold tundra.

Kanan was getting his own coat on when he noticed Ezra was still absent.

"Ezra come on," Kanan called out to him.

"I'm coming," Ezra responded as he hurried. Soon he was down the ladder with his backpack and casual attire.

"Ready." Ezra confirmed naïvely

Sabine and Zeb giggled a bit at your youngling.

"Ezra, where's the winter coat I got you the other day?" Hera asked, hiding her annoyance.

Ezra looked surprised, "I have a coat?"

Hera looked at Kanan and he knew he was in trouble; after all, he told Hera he was going to give it to him.

"To be fair…" Kanan couldn't find an excuse. So without an argument (and without looking into Hera's angered eyes) went to the storage closet to get the kids winter gear.

Ezra the surprised the others by blushing in embarrassment, "Hera, you guys didn't need to get me a coat."

Hera was a little confused, "Why do you think that?"

Ezra replied with some doubts, "Cause its summer on Hoth."

Hera looked at Sabine, "I have taught the kid well." Sabine then addressed the kid, "But Ezra, it's going to be way below freezing levels, even during the summer here."

"Still..." Ezra seemed a little distraught by the simple idea of a coat. That was Ezra told them, "I spend an entire winter outside in Lothal and I didn't have a coat then. I just don't want you guys wasting money on me."

The kid's words seemed to twist each member of the Ghost crew's hearts, even Chopper's.

"Kid," Kanan responded as he came down the ladder with the coat and some other apparels. "You can't tell us you liked being cold." Kanan questioned.

Ezra timidly replied, "No, but-,"

"Ezra, I know you had to be out in the cold back when you were alone. But that isn't the case now, and it's never a waste to get you something you need. We all have coats, ergo you do too. Now do I have to use the Jedi 'mind trick' on you" Kanan joked and smiled as Ezra laughed at the last part.

"Okay. Thank Kanan," Ezra agreed with a smile on his face, feeling a little better about the coat.

Kanan smiled as he ruffled the kid's hair, "Alright then, let's get you bundled up. The last thing we need is a sick kid."

Ezra nodded as Kanan helped him get his gear on. As the rest of the crew got ready, Hera smiled at the master and padawan, seeing them act more like father and son; it warmed Hera's heart.

SWR

It didn't take the crew long to get to the valley with the crates. Once they got to the designation, they began to hook the crates.

"I want to help," Ezra shouted as he got off the speeder. Only to fall in the snow; he was still getting used to the limited movement in his snow attire.

"Come on kid," Sabine told the kid as she helped the kid stand back up, "You can help me push and hook up this one."

Ezra smiled, happy that he was helping. Even if it was miniscule, he was just happy to be there.

That was when Ezra sensed it coming.

"Get down!" Ezra shouted as he pushed Sabine down so she would avoid the incoming snowball barrage.

"Zeb! Chopper!" Hera shouted at the two, "What did I tell you two about horsing around on missions."

Zeb looked away guiltily while Chopper continued to collect snow for another attack.

Chopper though didn't see the giant pile of snow coming right on top of his chrome.

The crew was not only shocked that the droid was now buried under a pile of snow, but by who had done it.

"Ezra!" The crew all yelled in shock.

Ezra was silent before he pointed to the pile that held the droid, "He started it." He replied simply.

"Don't care who starts it," Kanan state as he used the force to clear the snow off the droid, "I will finish it."

This immediately ceased fire for the moment.

Soon the crew continued to hook up the cargo to the bikes. As they were ready to load, Kanan didn't need the force to know.

"Don't even think about it." Kanan told the child and droid behind him as the two readied for a second snow war. But upon hearing Kanan's orders, dropped their weapons and loaded onto the speeders.

The trip back was quiet, but once they were about to board, Ezra again sensed an attack, immediately ducking behind Chopper whom got a direct hit.

"Jobs done. Now we the war can begin." Kanan pointed out as he got a snowball ready, only to be struck by Hera, whom was smiling slyly.

"I couldn't agree more," Hera told Kanan as she threw another snow ball at him.

Soon the whole crew was taking part in the snow war. Each one using their skills and talents to attack their 'enemies'. It was nice to just let loose and have a little fun. Even in a Galaxy ruled by the Empire, even the crew needed to forget about their problems, even if it was only for a moment.


As evening hit, the crew began to get ready to leave the ice planet.

As the Ghost flew out of the Planets atmosphere, the crew were in the cockpit discussing the next part of the mission

"So when are going to get the creds from Fulcrum?" Kanan asked.

Hera was beginning to enter hyperspace when she answered, "Once we reach Duthol, the credits will be in a crate for Tarkintown Fulcrum will leave us."

"So why don't-," Zeb was going to ask something when Ezra let out a tired yawn.

Sabine giggled at the little boy, who was already wrapped up in a blanket for the night, "Seems like someone is ready for bed."

Ezra tiredly shook his head, "No I'm not, I'm just…" Ezra, too exhausted from the day to think straight, began to doze off again.

Kanan smiled as he shook his head and picked the kid up, "Come on youngling."

"Hera?" The tired boy asked the twi'lek weakly.

Hera smiled as she turned to him, "I'll tuck you in when we land,"

Ezra, content with that reply, nodded his head as he rested it on Kanan's shoulders as the two left the room.

"Poor kid seems beat." Zeb stated as he smiled at the day the crew had with the kid

"Well he burned a lot of energy having so much fun," Sabine replied, "Heck I had a blast whipping you at the snow war."

Zeb stared at Sabine surprised, "Um, did you forget how hard I nailed you in the side during the final moments?"

"Nail me?" Sabine asked in disgusted shock, "You just barley damaged my armor.

Hera smiled at her two kid's bickering about the day.

When Hera went to check on her youngest crewmate, she was more than happy to get him an extra blanket for bed. Hera smiled as she too retired to bed. Maybe the crew was odd to some, but to her, they made a perfect family.


Zeb and Ezra's story was relatively short that night (the one about the crew loosing Chopper in a lake). Zeb was not surprised when he woke up during the night, but what surprised him was what was in his bunk; or really 'who' was in his bunk. As Zeb turned in his bunk, he saw the dark hair boy had crawled in with Zeb and curled up right next to him. At first Zeb was too tried to deal with the youngling and was ready to kick him out of bed when he noticed the kid began to shiver when he took the blanket off. Zeb began to worry more when the kid appeared to not have woken up from the exposure to the cold.

On instinct, Zeb felt the kid's forehead, and it was warm.

"Karabast," Zeb muttered quietly, as to not wake the ill child.

Zeb wasn't a monster, and Ezra was clearly tired. So noticing the blanket hanging from the top bunk grabbed it and wrapped the kid around it before holding the kid close.

"Just for tonight kid." Zeb muttered to the sleeping child. Zeb would tell Kanan and Hera about it in the morning.

"Maybe the kid just needs to sleep it off." Zeb thought to himself hopefully.

Soon the Lasat fell asleep as well, unaware of how sick Ezra was.


When Ezra woke up, it made him wish he hadn't. Everything about the boy hurt, from his pounding head, to his sore throat, to his aching bones. It was like someone attacked him in a freezing unit.

Ezra didn't know what time it was, but he knew from his sore throat that he was thirsty. Once he stood up though a cold shiver engulfed him, so he grabbed the blanket from the bunk and shuffled his way to the kitchen. The hall felt like it went on forever, and Ezra couldn't seem to take more than five steps without coughing his lungs up. If that wasn't bad enough, Ezra kept getting a dizzy spell when he straightened back up.

Finally, the kid got to the kitchen. Once he got the juice and sat at the table to drink it, but he soon found the bench so comfortable. Soon the poor boy was curling up on the bench as he cocooned himself into his blanket as he fell into a restless slumber


Hera, rather than sleep in, decided to start her day early, she made her way to the kitchen when she noticed the empty glass on the table.

Hera was not amused, "I told him time and time again, 'put the dishes in the sink.'" She muttered to herself as she picked up the glass.

"Okay," the tiny voice replied as tiny hands took the glass

Hera, a little startled from finding out she wasn't alone, was relieved when she found the voice belonged to her little Ezra, whom was lying on the bench.

"Ezra, did you fall asleep out here?" Hera asked concerned as she noticed the boy still sounded tired.

Ezra slowly but surely got up to put his glass in the sink, still wrapped in the blanket,

"No. I woke up and slept with Zeb cause he's warm," Ezra explained in a rasped voice. "Then I came to the kitchen for juice. But I got sleepy and-,"

As Ezra reached to put the glass in the sink, he began to have an another coughing episode. Hera noticed that the coughs sounded congested, which caused her to worry more. As Ezra rose back up from the fit, the blanket fell off his small form. That was when Hera got a good look at her poor child

Ezra looked truly exhausted, like he hadn't gotten any sleep at all. The poor kid was pale, all except for his cheeks that were red.

Hera's instincts took over, "Ezra, are you feeling okay?" Hera asked with motherly concern as she looked him over.

"I think so," Ezra muttered weakly, "My throat just hurts.

Hera though doubted it was just the boys throat, seeing as he soon began to shiver after telling her about his throat. Hera gently laid her hand on Ezra's forehead, becoming more concerned when she felt the heat radiating off the poor things forehead, he had a raging fever.

"Sweetheart, your burning up," Hera gently told the ill child.

"Then why am I so cold," Ezra questioned as he once again began to cough.

Hera, seeing her boy in such distress, grabbed the discarded blanket and wrapped him in it as she gently rubbed his back in soothing circles.

"Let's get you back to bed," Hera ordered as she picked the youngling up.

Ezra began to stutter to object, "But Kanan and I are supposed to get back to training, and Zeb promised he'd show me how to snipe, and Sabine was going to teach me how to write in Twi'leki.

Hera sweetly, but strictly told Ezra, "You can learn all that after you feel better."

Ezra was going to say something when Kanan entered the room.

"Hera have you seen Ezra? He's not-," Kanan then noticed Hera holding the blanket bundled child.

"Sorry Kanan," Hera apologized, "But Ezra is taking a sick day." Hera alerted the Jedi in a serious tone.

Upon hearing the word 'sick', the man immediately looked at the wrapped up child.

"Kid, you don't look too good." Kanan pointed out, almost as concerned as Hera.

Ezra, knowing he was not going to win the battle, just rested his head on Hera's shoulders, only to begin another coughing fit; and this time he actually coughed something up.

Kanan looked at the kid horrified. Kanan then grabbed a napkin and wiped Hera's shoulders to reveal what Ezra coughed up on her; black gunk. Both adults looked at each other with panic in their eyes. They then looked at their ill child, to see they poor thing had passed out from exhaustion.

"What is wrong with my baby?" Hera thought in motherly panic.


A/N: That's right, we are at the sick Ezra chapters, and it's so great I had to make it a two parter and leave you all at a cliff hanger. Will the crew figure out what he has? How will the others react with their boy being sick? How will Ezra react to being sick? Will he survive...? (Laughs evilly). Stay tuned.