Hey guys! This chapter is a bit long, because I started writing and just couldn't stop! XD Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! I think you will!

Q/A's and Reactions:

Ichichi05- Yeah. They're pretty cool!

PsychJediPirate- I'm glad you're liking it!

DeviLau Hills- Awesome! Enjoy the chapter!

EzraSWrebels- Wait no longer! XD

Valkyrie Sythe- XD Enjoy the chapter!

PrincessSilverAngel- I hope you like the chapter then! :D

Azulablue92 Lama- I'm glad you're liking it! Thanks for the support! :D

Mikey Magee- Aw, thanks! I'm glad you're liking it so far!

EmpressRulerofallthisisWierd- :D I have a few ideas in store!

Fangirl7636- Yeah! I love real life AU's! :D

Rebels Lover- Yeah, Kanan would be feeling pretty terrible. And I'm glad I could make your day! :D

Jessie KI- I hope this chapter meets up to your expectations then! :D

Swgirl- Aw, thanks! :D

Gracie- Yeah! I have something really special planned! :D

Guest- Enjoy the chapter!

Guest- If you like modern AU's you might like these stories: 'I just want you to know who I am' (by Hadesgirl015), 'Silent yet heard' (by Pentopapergal18), 'Ghosts of our Past' (by hey-diddle-diddle25) etc. They're what inspired me to write this! :D

The cat charmer- Kanan didn't have enough money back then to support him, so he figured the adoption agency would give him a better chance at life. But I guess he was wrong :(

Midnight Luna- Yeah! I got hooked on both the song and AU's! XD

Guest- Yeah! It's an awesome story!

Coral Iturbe- ¡Espero que disfrutes!

Ezra's POV

I begrudgingly climbed out of the car to be faced with a red brick, two story house. The grass was green, the night breeze making the trees sway. "Another day, another foster parent," I sighed. I think I was going to break the record for 'Most places lived at in one lifetime'. What number was this? 20? 30? I don't know anymore. I lost count a long time ago.

"Come on, they'll be waiting for us," the woman, Audrey, urged frantically.

"What's the point?" I muttered while walking up the drive way.

"The point is you better behave," she scowled. "I've seen these two work miracles. And if they can't fix you, then the next time you screw up the cops won't go easy on you anymore."

I flicked a lock of blue hair out of my face. "You have to catch something first to cage it," I spat.

"Just shh!" she hushed as we approached the door. She knocked loudly, until sounds of footsteps could be heard from within. The door swung open, light blinding me momentarily. I looked up to see a woman with black hair and crystal green eyes. Concern and excitement were visible in her posture as she smiled warmly at me. "You must be Ezra," she said with a voice like honey.

I hugged my chest tightly and looked down, rewarded with an elbow in the ribs from Audrey. I glared at her, spitting on her shoe. "Yeah, that's me," I replied before Audrey could react.

"Well, my name is Hera," the woman explained. "Come in, come in."

I stepped in cautiously, my muscles tense and eyes on alert. "Are you sure you want to take this one in Hera?" Audrey scowled while wiping her boot against the step. I hid my face behind a veil of blue hair. I didn't need to be reminded how unwanted I was.

"Of course! I can't wait to get to know him more," Hera smiled. I smirked. Are you sure about that lady?

"Well, if there's any trouble, just contact me and we'll take him off your hands. Goodbye Hera," she waved before walking out of view.

Hera closed the door and turned back to me. "So, let me give you a tour," she smiled weakly, until her expression became confused. "Where are you things?"

"My things?" I inquired, equally as confused.

"You know like… clothes, property, possessions," she explained.

"Oh, I get it," I nodded jokingly. "Nope, don't have any."

She looked slightly surprised. "W-What?"

"I. Don't. Have. Anything," I said like I was speaking to a 5 year old. "As you've probably read from my file, I've lived on the streets. I don't have any clothes, property or possessions."

She frowned. "Well, we'll sort that out tomorrow. For now, let me give you a tour."

I looked around. There was a set of stairs to my right and an open wall leading into what I assumed was the lounge room to my left. The hall led into another room, as well as a few closed doors on the sides. "Hey Hera, can you help me with my homework?" a voice called. A moment later, a teenage girl with blue hair and orange dyed tips walked down the stairs. Her amber eyes were focused on the papers in her hands until she looked up. "Oh, you must be the new foster child," she said. "I'm Sabine."

I nodded before looking down again. "Hmm, not much of a talker, is he?" she pointed out.

"Sabine!" Hera defended. "You didn't feel like talking much either when you first came here, did you?"

She shrugged. "Anyway, when you have a spare moment, can you please help me out with this?"

Hera nodded. "Of course. Let me just show Ezra to his room."

She led me up the stairs and walked to the second door, which had a sign saying 'STAY OUT!' on it. She knocked and called "Zeb, I'm coming in." Twisting the handle, she opened the door and showed me in. It was quite a large room, a spare bed in one corner and a messy teenage den on the other. On the bed surrounded by piles of clothes and junk lay a teenage male with short brown hair. He shot up, staring at us with light green eyes. "Who's the runt?" he asked bluntly, quickly looking over me.

Before I could reply with a witty comeback, Hera explained "Zeb, this is Ezra, the new foster child. You better be nice to him because he's your new roommate."

"WHAT?!" this so called 'Zeb' exclaimed. "You gotta be kiddin' me Hera! There's not one spare room in this mammoth of a house?!"

Hera frowned. "No, because all the other rooms are getting renovated. Until then, you will be respectful to our new resident, understand?" she sung with a tone that demanded respect.

He grumbled for a moment, before sticking a pair of ear plugs in his ears. "Whatever," he grumbled.

"I'll let you get comfortable. If you need anything, just ask," Hera smiled as she walked for the door. "And get to bed early, it's a school night!" she added sweetly.

I rolled my eyes once she'd left. 'Great. School,' I thought sarcastically to myself before collapsing on the spare bed. It was definitely an improvement from a gritty alley, but sure didn't hold the comfort of my worn hammock. 'Don't worry. I'll be out of here soon enough,' I smirked to myself, indulging in the fluffy pillow. 'Well, maybe after one night's rest in this amazing bed!'

Kanan's POV

It was midnight. Everyone should have been asleep, which left me to my own thoughts. I was sitting at the kitchen table, Ezra's foster file and criminal records in one hand and a stiff shot of alcohol in the other. My hands were shaking, guilt weighing down heavily on my chest. The more I read the worse it became, but I just couldn't stop!

'In an abusive home for the first 7 years of his life,' the foster papers started. 'Lived on the streets for eight years, being caught multiple times and placed back into foster homes. Were either rejected by guardians or ran away back to the streets…'

I felt like I was going to throw up. Sweat trailed down my face as I glanced at his criminal record, which I had copied from the police files after waking up from fainting earlier.

'Has stolen over $10,000 dollars' worth of food and clothes over the past 8 years,' it read. 'Items include: Blankets, canned food, cardboard, knives, fruits, bread, medicine, peanut butter (a lot of peanut butter!) etc. Common street rat. Not much of worth.'

I sighed as tears began to sting my eyes. All of this could have been prevented! I could have saved him from all the pain if I'd just kept him all those years ago! This is all my fault!

"Rough day?" a voice asked.

I gasped and looked up, knowing it wasn't a voice I'd heard before. There, in the doorway, stood none other than the teen in the photos. His blue, almost black hair swayed slightly as he leaned casually against the doorframe. I hadn't seen him when he first came. I had woken up an hour ago and immediately went out to get Ezra's files. I needed to know what had happened to him in the last fourteen years. But now I knew, I wish I didn't…

"Wow, must be a stronger shot than I thought," he smirked.

I shook my head, forgetting he was there for a second. "No, no," I stuttered. "I'm f-fine."

He raised a brow, glancing at my shaking hands. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that bud," he said sarcastically while walking over to the bench. "But I'll give you some advice," he added. "Don't be taking any more shots after 1, cause you're practically begging for a hangover."

"And how would you know that?" I asked jokingly, the humour receding when he frowned.

My eyes grew wide. Don't tell me he's also an under-age drinker to add to his list of crimes!

At my reaction, he smirked. "Don't worry. It's not a personal experience. It had been a long day one time and a fellow street rat decided to drink his worries away. You can guess how that went," he laughed sadly.

"Oh," I nodded. "I see."

He turned on the tap and drenched his hands, before scrubbing his grimy face with as equally dirty hands. I didn't say anything. My muscles were tense as I just watched him with wide eyes. What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, sorry for ditching you all those years ago so you could live such a horrible life on the streets. No hard feelings?'

Ezra glanced over his shoulder. "You a cop?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

I shifted for a moment, before answering "Yeah, how'd you know?"

He turned and leaned against the bench. "Only cops can access those files," he said, gesturing to the file marked 'Criminal Records: Ezra Bridger'.

I immediately pushed them out of view, trying not to draw any attention to them, but he'd already seen. He sighed, before snagging an apple from the fruit bowl. "You know, I don't hate people. You don't need to be so jumpy around me."

I frowned. "I never said you did."

He raised a brow while wiping the apple against his orange shirt. "You didn't have to," he pointed out.

I wiped my hands down my knees, trying to wipe off the sweat. Instead, a different question hit my mind. "What do you mean 'you don't hate people'?"

He was about to take a bite of the fruit in his hand, but hesitated. "I mean," he started, cautiously walking over. "There are some people I like… but not many."

I pulled a chair out, gesturing for him to sit. He flinched at first, before taking my offer. He sat down, legs apart like he was riding a horse and his chest leaning against the back of the chair. His arms were folded and lain over the backrest, his head resting on top. "So who do you like?" I finally asked.

He thought for a moment. "There's that pub owner near the centre of town. Sometimes he used to spare a few scraps on Friday nights. Then there's that nice librarian lady… and my mate, Max," he smiled, chuckling a little. "He's like the brother I never had. You should have seen the first time he was put in a foster home. It was priceless."

I looked down, quickly glancing at the papers under my hand. "You really did live on the streets, didn't you?" I asked, my voice hitching slightly.

He took a bite of the apple and replied "Yah. What's it to you?"

I sighed and shook my head. "Nothing…" I mumbled. "It's… nothing."

"Well… in that case, I'll be off," he said after a moment of silence, standing up and continuing to eat his midnight snack. "Talk to ya tomorrow, Sergeant."

I frowned. "I have a name you know," I stated.

"I know, Hera told me," he said, walking for the door. "Yet you're the one who knows my name and hasn't used it once in this entire conversation… Not that'll mean much. I'll probably be back on the streets before you know it," he said, a hint of despair lingering in his ocean blue eyes.

"I… we won't let you go," I corrected with a small smile. "You're stuck with us, whether you like it or not… Ezra."

The teen stiffened, before laughing. "That's a big call Officer, even for a cop," he chuckled.

I raised a brow. "I'm not kidding. We won't abandon you."

He was still smiling, but I could see a mental war raging on in his eyes. He looked down and shook his head. "I don't think you know what you're getting into," he sighed.

I stood up. "Maybe I don't, but I know it's not these," I said, gesturing to the papers. "It's not you… the real you."

He hugged his chest and glanced up at me behind a cover of hair. A small silence descended upon us as he looked over me, searching for how trustworthy I was. Finally, he replied quietly "Pass me that pen, will ya?"

I gave him a confused look, but offered him the pen sitting on the table. He walked over and took it from my hand, pulling the foster papers closer to him. He scribble on the report for a moment, before sliding both the pen and paper back to me. "I'll see you tomorrow…" he smiled, walking for the door once again. "You know," he hesitated. "I don't usually like cops… but maybe I'll make an exception for you… Kanan."

My heart glowed for once as he slipped into the hall, silently climbing the stairs. I looked down at the papers. Along the sides of the page, he had scribbled some extra notes:

'Loves peanut butter, and those ice cream cones with chocolate on the inside. Can't stand being called 'street rat' and hates belts. Likes walks in the parks, friendly dogs, and hot meals (and could probably use a hug every blue moon).

Maybe we'll get to know each other a little more, Corporal.

-Ezra Bridger'

I smirked, folding the page and slipping it into my pocket. Maybe I'd keep it, just for my own sake…

Hey guys! I hope you liked the chapter! Tell me what you thought about it, I love to read your reviews! :D I posted this earlier than I planned to because I've been under a lot of stress lately, and writing just chills me out. I hope you liked the chapter and may the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger