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Fangirl7636- No, Ezra wouldn't recognise Kanan. He was only a baby when they met, and probably never even knew that he was passed onto someone else before the adoption agency. Kanan is the only one that knows at the moment. But it'll be interesting to see how Ezra reacts when/if Kanan ever tells him.

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Zeb's POV

I twisted the accelerator, revving the engine and speeding down the road. Drivers honked their horns at me as my two wheeled beauty sped past them. It wasn't my fault they decided to drive a car and get caught up in traffic. It was just one of the many advantages of a motorcycle. I drove up to the school and slowed down, aware of all the kids pouring out of the gates.

Hera had told me to pick the newbie up because Sabine had an art class to attend after school. I scanned the hordes of faces for the blue haired teen and saw him walking out the school doors, Sabine by his side. They were chatting with each other, even smiling every once and a while. Hera would be glad to hear that. She said he was very guarded yesterday, and that he hardly spoke to anyone at dinner. But that was understandable. I wasn't very social when they first took me in either.

A chant broke the air as Sabine and Ezra froze. Their faces twisted in anger as a group of boys leaning against the gate sung to the song 'ring a ring o' Rosie'. Though the words were much more twisted and dark than usual.

"Poor little Bridger,

Don't you get the picture?

Shoo-Shoo, Shoo-Shoo,

No one wants you!"

The trio laughed as I snarled. I turned off my bike and stormed over to them. I could see Sabine trying to restrain Ezra from lashing out at the three jerks, but luckily, he didn't have to. I stepped in front of Sabine and Ezra and growled at the boys. "Is there a problem here?" I snarled, puffing out my chest intimidatingly. Their faces drained of all joy as the middle one stuttered nervously "N-No, no. No problems here."

I cracked my knuckles. "Good. Now don't you have somewhere to be?"

They nodded and scrambled away quickly. I grunted. And stay away runts.

I turned back to the two teens. Sabine nodded in gratitude while Ezra folded his arms and looked down, shielding his face behind his blue locks. "Care to explain?" I asked Sabine curiously. She sighed and shook her head. "Maybe later. I have to get to art class though. I assume you're taking Ezra home?"

I nodded. "After I pick up my pay," I pointed.

She turned to Ezra and smiled. "Okay, I'll see you later!" Ezra glanced up at her and returned the gesture just before Sabine walked away with a wave. I turned around and walked back to my bike, the teen trailing close behind. Once we got there, I threw him a spare helmet. "So how was school kid?" I asked casually while picking up my own helmet.

"Like any other school day," he replied, rolling his eyes dramatically.

I chuckled. "That bad huh?"

He smirked and glanced down at his helmet in confusion. "What?" I asked.

"I-I… um…." He stuttered nervously, fiddling with the headwear. I raised a brow as he tried to tie it to his arm. "I-Is that right?" he mumbled.

I snorted in a half-hearted laugh. "Seriously?" I grinned.

He frowned and shook it in his hands in frustration. The smile faded from my face as realisation hit me. This kid's seriously never used a helmet before? I pulled the helmet from his hands and placed it over his head. "Like that," I said gently.

"Uh, I knew that," he shrugged smugly.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on then," I smiled, not wanting to dwell on the embarrassing subject. I sat on the seat as Ezra clambered on behind me. "Okay. One rule," I smirked. "Don't fall off!" I revved the engine as we sped off, Ezra clutching onto me tightly. His hands clawed my waist desperately as I swerved around a corner. "You doing okay kid?" I chuckled, glancing over my shoulder quickly to see him hugging onto me tightly.

"Y-Yes!" he called over the speeding wind.

After about a 10 minute drive, we entered the busy streets of Lothal. Buildings towered above, cars roared down the streets and orphans scattered throughout the alleys. As we stopped at a traffic light, Ezra took the moment to look around. He sighed and mumbled "Home again." I frowned. Hera hadn't told us too much, but she had said he'd lived on the streets for almost 8 years. Poor kid. All alone on the streets. No one deserves that.

"Wait," the teen suddenly yelped. "Pull over."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Just for a moment?" he pleaded, raising the visor of his helmet and revealing large, electric blue eyes. We locked gazes for a moment, until I sighed in defeat and swerved off the road, parking carefully beside the sidewalk. Ezra wasted no time in jumping off and taking off his helmet. "Where are you going?" I asked while he handed it to me. He didn't answer, and simply walked to in front of a small bakery. That's when I realised the two small children staring at the fresh bread through the window, the younger boy practically drooling. They were pretty dirty and had ragged, muddy clothes on, but their eyes shone with haunted innocence.

Ezra approached them, making the older girl push what I assumed was her brother behind her. "It's okay, it's okay," Ezra smiled warmly, bending down to their level. "I know what you're going through. I bet you're hungry, right?"

The little girl hesitantly nodded while the boy peered around his sister's legs curiously. Ezra swung his backpack to in front of him and rummaged through the contents quickly. He pulled out a plastic bag containing a few gold coins, which was probably his leftover lunch money. "What would you like?" he asked, gesturing to the bakery.

The girl glanced over him suspiciously while the boy pointed excitedly at a fresh loaf of bread on a shelf, still steaming. Ezra nodded and walked in, and when he came out he was holding a wrapped-up brown parcel. He handed it to the girl gently and smiled. "Now you take care of yourself," he said, hoisting his bag onto his shoulders again.

The girl quickly ripped open the paper and stared at the bread with wide eyes. "Thank you mister," she croaked, breaking some off and handing it to her brother. I thought Ezra was going to come back now, but he kneeled next to the girl and whispered something into her ear. Her mouth opened in awe as the two conversed quietly. Finally, they both nodded, Ezra turning back to me and the two children running into an alley with their prize.

"What was all that about?" I asked, passing him his helmet.

He put it on (correctly, should I point out) and mounted the bike. "Nothing," he mumbled. I turned on the motorcycle, but glanced over my shoulder for a moment. This kid was more than he made out to be. More than the foster papers would honour, and more than he would ever tell us. And I respected that. Maybe in time, he'd open up to us a bit more.

Kanan's POV

"Hello?" I called while walking into the Ghost.

"Hey hun," a voice replied sweetly from the kitchen.

I walked down the hall and into the kitchen to see Hera sitting down at the table and reading the newspaper. She seemed to be the only one home at the moment. "Where're the others?"

"Sabine is at art class and I sent Zeb to pick up Ezra," she explained. I stiffened at the mention of our new foster son. I hadn't slept well, reading the boy's files and his own personal note over and over again until I could say them off by heart. I knew Hera was still worried about me though.

"So, how was your day?" she asked, glancing up from her papers. I sighed and sat down next to her. "Like usual," I groaned, taking off my police hat and slumping back. "That stupid street rat gang is still on the loose."

She raised a brow. "'The Spirits'?" she clarified.

I nodded. "We almost got The Phantom a few weeks ago, but he got away again," I explained, massaging circles into my temples.

"Well, you're home now," she smiled, placing her hand on my knee encouragingly. I returned the gesture and took off my belt, sitting it on the table. "And you have to take Ezra to his doctors exam today," she said, returning to the paper.

My eyes widened. "M-me?" I stuttered, muscles tensing.

"Yes… Kanan, what's wrong?" she asked with concern. "I've never seen you so… rattled. And what happened yesterday when you fainted?"

I sighed and held my head in my hands. "Hera," I started nervously. "Do you remember why I got into the foster industry?"

She nodded and replied "You told me it was because of an infant you met when you were younger, right?"

I frowned and looked up at her. "It was just a baby," I choked out. "And I gave him up to the adoption agency because I couldn't fund both of us. Once I'd settled into my police job, I met up with you and agreed to become a foster parent."

She nodded thoughtful and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Okay, but what does this have to do with the new foster child?" she asked curiously.

I stared deep into her emerald green eyes. A moment of silence passed, until I mumbled "Hera… Ezra… h-he was-"

Before I could finish, the front door opened and a familiar deep voice called "We're home."

A pair of heavy footsteps and lighter ones echoed down the hall as Zeb and Ezra walked into the kitchen. Ezra jumped when he first saw me, until he took a deep breath and sighed. "Sergeant, you scared me," he exhaled dramatically.

I shrugged away from Hera and raised a brow at the teen. "Again, I have a name," I smirked.

He rolled his eyes and replied "But where's the fun in that?"

Hera looked at me curiously while Zeb folded his arms and watched the scene with amusement. Suddenly, Ezra stiffened and his eyes grew wide and alert. Hera, who noticed immediately, was the first to speak up. "Ezra, are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

The teen didn't reply. All attention shifted to him as he remained completely frozen. Hera stood up and walked around the table, approaching Ezra cautiously. "Hun, is something wrong?" she asked again.

Blue, electric eyes remained fixed in my direction. I was about to follow Hera's lead, but as soon I stood up and placed my hands on the table, a new emotion flashed through his eyes. Fear. His bottom lip trembled and his hands shook slightly. Seeing this, Hera took a step back nervously. "Zeb," I mumbled, gaze focused on the paralysed boy. After working on the Lothal police force for almost 15 years, I knew what happened to cornered orphans. They ran.

Zeb got the memo just as Ezra attempted to bolt. He was already behind the teen and caught his arms, restraining him from moving. Ezra frantically kicked and squirmed, trying to get released from Zeb's firm grip. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ezra howled desperately. "I didn't mean it, I swear! I'm sorry!"

"What's wrong with 'im?!" Zeb yelled nervously.

"I don't know!" Hera replied, trying to approach the distressed orphan.

I followed Ezra's petrified gaze and realised he was staring at the table. I looked around at the surroundings and frowned. Why was he freaking out? All that was on the table was a newspaper, an empty mug and my belt…

Wait, belts…

'…Can't stand being called 'street rat' and hates belts…'

That's when it hit me. It wasn't that Ezra hated wearing belts, it was that they had caused some kind of trauma to his mind. A memory that would scar him for the rest of his life.

…Like an abusive foster parent whipping him with it?!

I placed my hand on the belt, causing Ezra to flip out even more. He struggled to squirm out of Zeb's grasp as he watched me with mortified eyes. I gasped and quickly threaded the belt back around my waist. Once I'd buckled it securely, I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender. "It's okay, it's okay," I cooed reassuringly. "It's not gonna hurt you. You're safe. It's okay. Calm down."

Slowly, the boy stopped struggling. He took deep breaths, blue eyes haunted. Hera glanced at me and gave me a look of concern and confusion. Everyone remained still, all that was heard being Ezra's shaky panting. Once certain, Zeb released Ezra's arms and stood by cautiously. I let my hands fall to my side as Hera twigged on, turning back to Ezra with a horrified expression. "You're first foster family used to hit you with that… didn't they?" she asked nervously, stepping closer to the frozen teen.

He didn't reply, tears welling in his vacant, hollow eyes. Hera instinctively pulled him into her embrace, Ezra gasping in surprise. Hera froze when she realised her mistake, her eyes wide and alert. A tense moment passed as we waited for Ezra's response. Surprisingly, the teen leaned into her touch and closed his eyes. Hera let out a sigh of relief and stroked his head. "It's okay now, they can't hurt you anymore," she soothed quietly.

They stayed like that for a while, until Ezra finally pulled away and scrubbed at his eyes. He hid his face and picked up his bag as Hera led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Once they were gone, I let out a tense sigh I hadn't realised I was holding.

"Well," Zeb said awkwardly, breaking the silence. "That was… interesting." He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his green gaze around the room.

"That's one way to put it," I groaned sarcastically, sitting down in my chair again.

Zeb simply smirked and turned to walk for the door. "Good luck at the doctors then," he snickered. "You're gonna need it!" And with that the muscular teenager left the room, leaving me to slump back in my seat with a moan.

Great. A doctor's appointment. I can image how that's going to go…

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! What did Ezra tell that little girl? Who are the mysterious 'Spirits'? When will Kanan reveal to Ezra their past and how will he react!? All interesting questions to keep you thinking. ;D Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter though. Tell me what you thought about it, I love to read your reviews! But until next time, may the force be with you, always!

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