Chapter Two: Do you trust me?

I ducked into an abandoned warehouse, darting to where the stairs used to be located. Gathering the Force around me, I barked out a single command to Caleb. "Jump!" I leapt into the air, pushing with the Force to make me go higher. I heard Caleb yelp in surprise about the sudden jerking movement that I just yanked him through...right before I crashed into the top floor. "Oof..." I grunted as I rolled over to my side, tugging him over with me. "Should be safe up here for now..." I mumbled to myself as I shakily stood up, brushing dust off of my clothes.

Caleb was wide-eyed with surprise and fear as he stared at me in pure horror. "You just used the Force..."

I gave him a withering look, wondering vaguely if he had any street smarts at all. He was going to get himself killed! "How do you think I found you in the first place?" Turning my back on him, I went to the edge of the floor and peered down at the bucketheads that were gathered down below.

"Who trained you?" Caleb sounded nervous, as if he scared of the answer.

I bit back a scoff as I turned to face him again. "Already told you. Kanan." I paused, eyeing the darkening bruises littering his face. "We've got to do something about that." I shoved my hand into my pocket, fingers curling around the small bit of bacta patches that was given to me before I left to complete the mission. Pulling them out, I went about smearing them across his face.

Caleb frowned as he twitched under my fingers. "If you had bacta patches on you, why did you suggest I go home to get patched up?"

"I don't have an unlimited supply here." I softly answered his question, worry tugging at my gut. What if I didn't have enough bacta patches? Those bruises are going to hurt so much!

"Thanks." No sooner had Caleb thanked me that I sensed someone down below activating a jet-pack.

Panicking, I spun around in time to see one of the bucketheads appear just beyond the ledge. Instinct took over as I thrust my hands out, slamming the Force into him. He immediately spiraled out of control, slamming into the far wall. Caleb scrambled to his feet, placing a calming hand on my shoulder. "Whoa there! No need to do that!"

I suddenly had a strong urge to strangle him. "They're the enemy! I can't let them get to us!" Seriously? What was wrong with his survival skills?

Caleb gave me a funny look, as if he thought I was the crazy one. "Ok..." I could sense two others, strong with the Force, enter the building. The bucketheads converged on them, which meant that they must be Inquisitors. "Do you trust me?"

"What?" I blinked rapidly, surprise flashing across my features as I turn to stare at Caleb.

Caleb took a deep breath, struggling to his feet as he held his hand out to me. "Do you trust me?"

I was being chased by stormtroopers, I could hear them growing ever closer... "Kid!? Do you trust me?" I looked down from the roof's edge to find a large furry, purple, thing standing below, arms outstretched to catch me.

"I barely know you Zeb!" I tried my best not to completely break down as I crouched at the end of the roof.

"That's not what I'm asking...do you trust me?" Zeb stared at me, his expression intense.

I swallowed hard, before making a life-changing choice once again in my short life. "Yes..."

I shook my head quickly to chase the memory away, before pressing my hand into Caleb's outstretched one. "Yes..."

Caleb swallowed hard as he moved closer to me. "Then trust me when I say we can trust them... they're my friends and from what I can tell, they're just freaking out that you kinda dragged me away from them."

"Friends?" Now I was confused. He said that he was training to be a Jedi! Why would he be friends with bucketheads? I sank to the floor, burrowing my head into my hands, mumbling to myself. "Can't be friends...enemies...dangerous... stay away. Hurts too much..."

"Caleb!" A feminine voice called out loudly. It sounded as if she was on the same floor as us.

Caleb moved away from me, wringing his hands together. "Master... I can explain..."

Another voice, a deep male one, cut him off. "You can explain later. Who is this? According to Styles he force-threw Grey."

I squeezed my eyes shut, mumbling incoherently to myself as I curled into a tight ball. I was aware of Caleb talking to his master and the other force sensitive person there, but that was about the limits on my awareness. Strong hands suddenly tugged at my arms, pulling them aware from my face. A dark skinned face with dark, sad, eyes peered into my own blue ones. I shuddered, pulling away from him as I tried to steady my breathing.

"He's eyes haven't changed yet." I pressed a hand over my eyes, wondering what that was about. Why would my eyes change?

"He's nice, I mean... he didn't have to help me with those thugs or put bacta on my face to start the healing process." It was Caleb's voice, sounding a bit on the eager side.

"We must get him back to the Temple and see what Master Yoda thinks about this." It was the female again, Caleb called her his master...

I took a shuddering breath as everything that has happened to me that day; mission gone way wrong, getting separated from the others, avoiding bucketheads, helping Caleb with those bullies, all came crashing down onto me, forcing me into a deep slumber...

...

I stirred slightly, feeling somewhat disoriented. I was lying on my back in a really soft bed, a warm, cream colored blanket pulled up to my chin. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I slowly sat up, the blanket falling down to my lap as I did so. Glancing around the room, I figured I was in some kind of medical bay, the lack of the hum of engines telling me it was planet-side. I reached for my weapon on my side, only for my fingers to brush thin air. Ok...that was not good at all. Shoving the blanket off of me, I scanned my person for any sign of any of my belongings.

Apparently whoever tucked me in changed my clothes and took my weapon and slingshot. Instead of wearing my usual orange jumpsuit, I was wearing a cream tunic with a pair of tan breeches. I quickly scrambled out of the bed, my bare feet slamming into the ground. I had to figure out where I was at, and find my way back to the alleyway. It was the most likely place for my new family to find me. Just as I deduced that there were no other change of clothes in the room with me, or shoes for that matter, the door hissed open.

"Awake you are I see." A masculine voice that sounded ancient chimed from the now open doorway.

A/N: Done! Before you ask, the Jedi Order believes that Ezra is a Sith in Training that was sent to spy on them. And it was Mace Windu that changed his clothes... and it was Mace that checked Ezra's eye color. Honestly, Ezra was plain drained after the kind of day that he just had. So yeah, crashing into a peaceful sleep was a long time coming for him. The change of clothes Ezra is now wearing is supposed to be the outfit that Jedi's wear under their cloaks. Only his size. Hope you all like this little chapter...

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