Hey everyone! I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! Season 2 is so close now! I can't wait! :D WOO season 2!

Q/A's

Question: What inspired you to write this story?

Answer: Other stories like 'Ghosts of Our Past" (by hey-diddle-diddle25), "Silent yet Heard" (by Pentopapergal18), "Star Wars High" (by Fantasie Adventura Dreamwriter) and "I just want you to know how I am" (by Hadesgirl015) inspired me to write this story, and hopefully put my own spin on it like everyone else did. :D I really love modern AU's and I've been so glad to hear that people have been enjoying this story! :D

Reactions

Guest- We'll just have to see. ;D

DevilSPR- Oh really? I didn't realise.

Ezraismybae- Yeah. I live in Australia too! And I thought it kind of fit Zeb to be Aussie! :D

Chiibe the Rebel- Yeah. I hope to see some more bonding between Kanan and Ezra in season 2! :D

CptBcktHd- XD I'm glad you're enjoying it!

AnimeAngel- Yeah, who knows what he'll get up to. XD I can't wait for season 2 either!

Azulablue92- I'm so glad to hear that! Yeah, I don't usually get to ride horses, so that was really fun. The reason I rode bare back was because the horse was on the verge of founding, so the saddle was making her feel sore. I also rode on one of their bigger horses (with a saddle), and that was awesome! :D

Phoenix's Crystal LightSaber- Glad you liked it!

Paint the Fangirling WolfDog- So many feels! XD

Guest- Awesome! Glad to hear that!

Taylor Fireheart- You'll have to find out. ;D

Guest- I'm so glad!

Fantasie Adventura Dreamwriter- It feels like that sometimes, doesn't it?

Rebels Lover- Yeah! I would laugh too! Well, that's if Kanan and Ezra even decide to tell her what happens… but knowing them, they probably won't. XD Yeah, when Ezra says 'How do I know I'm not walking into another trap,' it's a variation of when Sabine says 'I need to know that I am not walking into another nightmare here,' from the Out of Darkness episode. ;D

Midnight Luna- XD lol. You're so twisted some times.

Guest- Yeah! They're awesome!

TheChosenJedi142- Don't worry, I won't stop writing… at least not for another 3 months. ;D I'm so glad to hear you're enjoying the stories though! :D

Coral Iturbe- Yo ... no coger algo de eso. ¿Sabes español y en Inglés ? Me preguntaba cómo usted lee mis historias si están todos en Inglés , pero estoy muy contento de escuchar que usted los está disfrutando !

Zeb's POV

I sat on the couch, flicking through different channels on the television.

It had been a while ago since the others left for Ezra's doctor appointment and about 10 minutes since Sabine came back from her art classes. "Where the others?" she had asked me.

"Kid. Appointment. Doctors," I groaned while half unconscious. She hadn't bothered me after that and left to do whatever teenage girls did.

My stomach let out a loud protest, so, I turned off the TV and headed for the kitchen. "Wonder how the kid's appointment went," I wondered while pulling out the toaster. It was strange that they had been gone for so long. James was usually pretty quick when he did check-ups. At least, he was when I went there for my first appointment four years ago, back when I was just taken under Hera and Kanan's wing.

I heard a car drive up outside and smirked. "Speak of the devil," I mumbled, slipping some bread into the toaster.

It wasn't long after that the door opened and Hera called "Zeb, we're home."

I continued on with making my afternoon snack when the others walked into the room. Ezra held his left arm loosely, his mouth drawn into a thin line as he slumped into one of the chairs. Kanan took off his jacket and sat down next to the teen while Hera was reading a folder of papers. She glanced up at me, but her eyes shot open she saw the messy benchtop. "Zeb, I told you to clean up before we left!" she frowned.

I looked over at the sink which was stacked up with dirty plates, pots and pans, shrugging without concern. "I'll get to it," I yawned.

She glared at me. "Garazeb Orrelios, you'll make this room spotless or else," she threatened.

"Or else what?" I challenged, leaning against the table top.

Kanan folded his arms and answered with a firm tone "Or else we're confiscating your ride."

My eyes widened. "You can't ban the Hog from me! I have a game on tonight!" I protested.

"Well, I guess you'll have to tell your friends that you're not going, since you're also not leaving this house until you finish your chores," Kanan smirked.

"You can't do that!" I barked. "The Hog is mine!"

"Yes, but it's also in our name," Hera pointed out. "So we can do what we want with our motorcycle."

"Just like how you're under our roof," Kanan added. "And under this house, you follow the rules. Just like everyone else."

I stuttered "B-But-"

"Zeb," Kanan growled, brows furrowing. "I'm not going to tell you again. Do. Your. Chores."

I bit my tongue and nodded quickly. I knew that it was a bad idea to get into an argument with my guardians. It was the first thing I learnt when I came here. Winning a battle with Hera was almost impossible, and you didn't even tempt Kanan. That was just a recipe for disaster. But the recipe for good times and not getting your motorcycle confiscated was to be obedient.

And that's exactly what I did, turning around and getting the hot water ready. "So, how'd the appointment go?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation.

"I don't know boys, how did the appointment go?" Hera eyed suspiciously.

"I told you Hera, it went great. Isn't that right, Ezra?" he mumbled through a forced smile, nudging the teen gently.

Ezra smirked slightly, and replied sarcastically "Of course… If you consider getting jabbed in the arm with five different needles 'great' then yes, the appointment went perfectly."

I raised a brow and started to clean the dishes. "That's life kid. All of us have had to do it," I grinned.

"Doesn't make it any less painful," he muttered. Hera walked out of the room, her gaze still fixed on the papers in front of her.

My toast finished cooking with a jump, the smell of fresh bread filling the air. I groaned, since my hands were wet and I still had more dishes to go. "Kid, get the Vegemite out for me?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.

"Manners Zeb," Kanan reminded absently while opening the newspaper and reading through the pages.

I frowned. "Please."

Ezra hesitated at first, before standing up and walking over. "On the second shelf," I said, nodding towards the cupboard to my right. He opened the small door and searched through quickly, before pulling out a yellow jar. "Ve-ge-mite?" he read awkwardly while examining it in his hands. "Looks gross," he scowled.

"Don't knock it till ya try it," I smirked, wiping my hands on a tea towel.

He twisted the lid and sniffed the spread, before his face scrunched up in disgust. "Ugh. Smells horrible."

I snatched the jar from his hands and chuckled. "Why don't you try some?" I asked tauntingly while pulling over two plates. "Unless, if it doesn't fit your… delicate food pallet."

He frowned and folded his arms defiantly. "Fine! I'll do it!" he growled defensively.

I grabbed a knife and spread butter on one of the slices of toast, then put some vegemite on top. Kanan's phone started ringing as he picked it up. "Yeah… okay… alright, I'll be there," he spoke with the person on the phone. He turned to me and explained "Zeb, I have to go to the station for a moment. I'll be back soon."

I nodded in understanding and turned back to my lunch while Kanan left for work.

I handed the knife and jar to the teen, as well as a plate with a fresh piece of toast. He snatched the knife and slathered a thick layer of Vegemite on his toast. "Kid, not a good idea," I warned with a lopsided grin, taking a bite of my snack.

Guided by his ego, he took a huge chomp out of the toast and chewed it confidently. My grin only widened as his face slowly twisted and his mouth drew into a thin line. "Oh, I wish I had a camera right now," I snickered.

It wasn't long until he spat it out into the bin, scrubbing his mouth quickly. "How can you eat that?!" he coughed.

"Maybe 'cause I have it correctly," I smirked, handing him a glass of water. He chugged it down quickly and sighed. "Here, try this," I said gently while breaking off some of my toast. He stared at it hesitantly, before begrudgingly taking a bite. At first he winced, expecting the worst, but his expression became confused, and then impressed. "This… isn't actually that bad," he admitted while taking another bite.

I smiled. "That's how you have Vegemite kid. None of this 'smothered toast' rubbish."

His cheeks blushed slightly. "Well, I've never had it before so…"

"Well then you've been missing out," I laughed, continuing to devour the snack.

He picked up the jar and scanned the label carefully. "I've never heard of this stuff," he stated.

"Yeah. It's made in Australia," I explained. "Not many people out here like it, but I do."

He glanced up at me, blue eyes hollow. "You were born in Australia, weren't you?"

My eyes widened for a moment, before I shook my head and swallowed. "Yeah," I mumbled quietly, gaze downcast. "I was."

A moment of silence passed, until the curious teen pressed "How did you get out here then?"

I hesitated at first. My past was really none of his business. But if he was going to become part of this family, I guess he had a right to know. "When I was 13, something very bad happened to my family, and no one wanted to take me in," I started quietly. "I was all alone, until a friend of mine told me about Hera and Kanan, how they were some kind of 'miracle foster parents'. So, for my fourteenth Birthday, my mates all worked together and bought me a flight to Lothal. Kanan and Hera agreed to take me in when no one else would…"

He nodded slowly. "What… happened to your real family?" he asked cautiously.

I frowned, placing my empty plate in the sink and continuing with the washing up. "I don' really wanna talk about that," I muttered.

That shut him up for a moment. But that moment didn't last very long. "So, you're a foster child as well?" he probed.

"Ha, you wish," I smirked.

"But you said-"

"I said I was a foster child," I clarified.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "So then, what are you?"

I scrubbed at a dirty pan and muttered "Adopted."

His eyes widened. "You're adopted? By Kanan and Hera?"

I glanced over at him and raised a brow. "There a problem with that?"

"No, it's just…" He trailed off, before continuing "I didn't think foster parents could adopt."

"Yeah well, why trade a family you know for one you don't?" I mumbled quietly.

"Is Sabine adopted too?" Ezra asked curiously.

I shook my head. "She's still under foster care."

He nodded, silence filling the room. A vacant, ocean blue gaze stared out the window as I continued to clean the dishes. I honestly thought it was the end of the conversation, until the teen asked cautiously "Do you… miss Australia?"

I closed my eyes and sighed. Every day I dream about going back, wondering how my mates were going while I was gone. Of course I loved the family I was in now, but I just wanted to say goodbye one last time to my brothers and sisters who were gone. I wanted to ride across the rocky plains and let the Australian sun kiss my skin. That, was my true wish.

"Ezra," I started, voice hoarse. "The Ghost… I have so any great memories here… but it's not my home."

I opened my eyes and gazed through the window, images of the wild outback shrouding my vision. "My home is out there," I whispered. "And one day, I'm gonna make it back… I'll make it home…"

It was silent, until I snapped out of my trance and smiled weakly. "But I still love it here. I have awesome mates, a motorcycle, a roof over my head... And Kanan and Hera try their best to make me feel at home, which I really appreciate. Tonight I'm playing soccer with my team. You should come watch."

"I don't know anything about soccer," he admitted, rubbing his neck nervously.

I laughed. "That's okay. I'm sure Kanan will fill you in."

He nodded quickly. "I should probably go do my homework, huh?" he said after a minute.

"Good idea. Wouldn't want Hera on your case now, would you?" I snickered.

He shuddered. "Yeah. I'd prefer to stay on her good side," he smiled.

"Well, if you need any help, you know who to go to," I grinned, turning back to the dishes.

"Yeah," he smirked. "Sabine."

So there you have it guys. A bit more on Zeb's backstory. Where he came from, how he ended up with Kanan and Hera etc. But, there is a lot more he isn't saying, so stay tuned to find out what! :D

Fun fact: Last chapter, there were a few lines that were adapted from the season 1 of star wars rebels, including: "How will I know this isn't all for nothing? How do I know that I'm not walking into another trap?!" is "How do I know this isn't all for nothing? How do I know that I am not walking into another nightmare here?!" from Sabine in the Out of Darkness episode. Or when Kanan said "Or you can stay with us. Stay with me. Then you'll truly know what it's like to have a family," is from the first episode "Stay with us. Stay with me, and be taught in the ways of the force. You can learn what it truly means to be a Jedi." I just thought I'd point that out, for no particular reason. XD

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and thanks so much for all of your awesome support, I really appreciate it! Have a great day and may the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger