Hey everyone! Sorry for such a long wait. I've been super excited for this one! And once you read it, you'll find out why. ;D So, I hope you enjoy!

Q/A's and Reactions:

Ezraismybae- Yes! I saw the new episode and I seriously bawled my eyes out! :'( So sad.

AnimeAngel- Wow! I didn't even realise that Hank was in one of my other stories too! It just kinda… happened. XD Wow, how hilarious is that. But yeah, that episode made me cry. THE FEELZ WERE TOO MUCH!

Guest- Well, this story is more plot driven than fluff sort of stuff, so seeing Ezra getting grounded or something will be unlikely. It's like, you know how you never see Ezra get grounded in the show? You know how each episode is plot driven and not about the daily life of the Ghost crew? Well, that's kind of what this story is like. So I hope that makes sense. :D

Guest- I don't know. You'll just have to find out. ;D

TheUltimateAngela- So many feels! Legacy made the entire community break down in tears!

Kavella- Wow. Thank you so much for those kind words! I hope you enjoy this chapter too. :D

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Rebels Lover- Considerate Fangirl- *Tips hat and smiles* "No problem. It's my job." I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, and as for the whole parallels thing, I'll probably fully explain them once the story is finished. ;D It'll make sense eventually. And yeah! I absolutely love that song, because it's so true! :D Wow, that doesn't seem fair that your brother got a balloon and you didn't… how about a virtual hug from my inner fangirl instead? Inner Fangirl: "Sure! Bring it in!" *Hugs Rebels-Lover tightly* There we go! Better? :D

Iron Rose Writer- I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the last chapter! :D And trust me, this one's worth it! ;D

Rebekahtpe- Hm, it still feels wrong to spoil it for you. But if you want to see the episode, there's a channel on youtube called 'Star wars rebels clips 2.0' (I think), and that usually uploads it in segments. I hope that helps! :D

Chiibe the Rebel- Yeah! It's a great episode! By far one of my favourites of season 2! :D

Midnight Luna- Inner Fangirl- "Hello, hello, hello! Nice to meet you Inner Fangirl! XD." And I cried too after watching Legacy! It was so sad! :'(

Animal Lover Dream Writer- XD It's funny, because last chapter was ready before Legacy was, and then I uploaded it after I watched the episode and I was like "Too many feelz in one day!" XD

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Fantasie Adventura Dreamwriter- I know right? That hug though. It was the one thing the community was dying for, and then when it happened, everyone just broke down in tears. :'( Hm, I still think it's like a bluish-black. But that's also just my opinion. :)

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Ezra's POV

"Okay, so hold your cutlery like this," Hera instructed patiently as the storm rumbled on outside.

I flipped the fork around in my hand, shifting it from a dagger position to a more 'proper' handle. Hera smiled softly, saying "There. That's better. Now, hold your knife like this."

Hera showed me how to hold the tool, and when I fumbled around for a moment, she gently encouraged my fingers into the right position. Then she began showing me how to cut food into smaller pieces with the cutlery.

As much as I hated doing these lessons, I knew there was no point in arguing. Hera had made it pretty clear that I wouldn't get another meal unless I had proper table manners, and she was insistent on keeping her word. Ever since we went out that night at the restaurant, she was determined to teach me every scrap of table etiquette possible. And if it wasn't embarrassing enough that I had to do 30 minute lessons before each meal on table manners, the fact that Kanan was watching from the other side of the table with an amused smirk made the cherry on top.

"Ezra, you're slouching," Hera pointed out.

I groaned exasperatedly, quickly rewarded with a smack up the back of the head. Hera raised a thin brow. "Sarcasm and back talk isn't going to get you far in this household Ezra. Now no more complaining, or we'll continue to do this for even longer," she threatened.

I sighed and straightened my back, obediently following her teachings. When we were in the middle of 'how-to-eat-at-a-normal-pace', there was a loud crack of lightning and the lights suddenly flickered out, submerging everyone in darkness.

"Whoa," Hera yelped, slightly surprised, before composing herself and saying "It's okay. Just a black out."

I blinked rapidly a few times, trying to adjust to the sudden change and taking in my surroundings. Loud footsteps ran down the stairs quickly as Sabine's voice called out "Hera! Kanan!"

"We know Sabine, it's just a blackout," Kanan replied back, standing up and walking away from the table.

Another flash of lightning brightened the area quickly, before the shadows swarmed back in and consumed the room. Rain was pummelling the roof of the Ghost, with howling winds whipping around outside. For once, I was glad that I had been placed in a foster home with such a sturdy shelter. I would have hated being out in this storm.

Hera gently placed her hand on my shoulder, leading me out of the kitchen and towards the hall. "So," I started with a smirk. "I guess the lesson's cancelled?"

I would have bet my life savings that she was smiling right now. "Yes, Ezra," she replied. "But, I guess we'll just have to go for longer tomorrow then."

I rolled my eyes, releasing an exaggerated groan. Hera giggled at that, squeezing my shoulder ever so gently.

I still was hesitant about the ever persistent physical touch of this family, but they had still made small, cautious efforts to coddle me. It felt weird. Zeb would punch me on the shoulder every once and a while, grinning and chuckling soon afterwards. Sabine said it was his way of showing 'affection'. If only I had known that before he punched me for the first time, which caused me to lash out and start a brawl in the common room. Kanan had quickly split us apart, and with a clear explanation and an hour in time out, I finally realised that he was just being playful. From then on, things with Zeb became a lot smoother. He had his space, and I had mine. Which I respected.

Sabine was also liked Zeb, but she also had no trouble jumping in and starting a conversation. If she wasn't busy painting or reading something she called 'Fanfiction', she would drop by and start blabbering on about her day or the latest gossip at school. And even if it was blatantly obvious that I had no interest what so ever if Chad liked Kasey but Kasey liked Chad's best friend Mike, she would still talk about it for hours on end. But still, Sabine was one of the few people that could make me smile, even laugh every once and a while. It was a foreign, but amazing feeling.

Kanan and I were back to normal again after our little chat yesterday, and he had also earnt a shred of new respect from myself. Every now and again, he'd pat my back, or squeeze my shoulder softly. But that was about it from the older male. And it was still strange how he would look at me sometimes. Cyan eyes cold and empty, staring deep into my soul as he studied me expressionlessly…

And, obviously, I was still sceptical. He was a cop after all. And friendly or not, the fuzz was bad news for people like me.

Hera on the other hand was the complete opposite. Her touch was so warm and motherly that there was no way I could reject her offers of affection anymore. A pat on the back here. A side hug there. There was no escaping it. And I'd grown to not mind anymore.

"Oh! Can we start up the fire please?" Sabine asked sweetly.

I heard Kanan sigh, before replying "Sure. Sure. Can you and Ezra get the firewood ready?"

"Of course!" Sabine exclaimed joyfully. Her dark silhouette encroached further, a hand suddenly grasping my wrist and tugging me into the common room.

"Whoa!" I blurted out as my feet struggled to catch up to my torso.

Sabine chuckled, halting abruptly and saying "Come on! Help me put these logs in the fireplace."

She crouched down and scooped up an armful of firewood from a container before dropping them into the fireplace. I followed her example and placed some logs a top of hers before Kanan stepped forward and bent down. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound and a bright light pierced the darkness. The fire of the match illuminated on Kanan's face and brightened the area greatly when heavy footsteps trudged down the stairs. "I'm going out with some mates," Zeb announced as he slipped on his boots.

"In this storm?" Hera quizzed.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Zeb assured.

I could tell Hera wasn't happy about Zeb's decision. "Honey, it's not safe to drive at the moment," she pointed out.

Zeb groaned. "C'mon, it's not that bad."

Hera sighed softly, before replying "Fine. But take the Phantom. And please be safe!"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll be back later," he called nonchalantly, before the front door swung open and closed with a startling slam.

Turning back to Kanan and Sabine, I watched curiously as Kanan placed the match in the middle of the logs and turned some dials on the side of the fireplace. Suddenly, the small flame of the match flared up and engulfed the logs. I jumped at first, a wave of heat hitting my face and the light scorching my eyes as I tried to adjust my vision. Sabine smiled and walked away, before returning with blankets in both arms for everyone. She and Hera settled down in front of the fire, snuggling down into their rugs and leaning against each other cosily while Kanan slumped back in one of the arm chairs.

I frowned, wondering where I should sit. Hera seemed to notice this and reached her arm out, gesturing for me to join her. I hesitated, before shuffling over and wrapping the soft blanket around my shoulders. The fire crackled and jumped, an almost hypnotising sight. The heat radiated onto my cold skin and warmed my soul. Everyone was silent for a long time. Only the sound of the burning flame and rumbling storm could be heard.

Almost half an hour later, when everyone was close to dozing off, there was a loud knocking at the door. I jumped at the sound, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I leapt up onto my feet. Kanan was next to snap to reality, though much slower than me might I add. Another set of knocks sounded from the door. "I'll get it," I said, running for the door hastily.

"Ezra, wait!" Kanan called, bolting up and stumbling after me.

Ignoring his protest, I opened the door and studied the dark silhouette of a figure in front of me. A flash of lightning and his features brightened for the slightest moment, revealing soaked green hair and dark green eyes. "Ezra Bridger!" an accented voice exclaimed, hands lunging forward and pulling me into a tight embrace.

I yelped, immediately smacking his arms away and growling aggressively. Kanan was by my side in a flash, one hand pushing me back protectively while the other shoved the stranger's chest harshly. "Who are you?" Kanan demanded.

The man cleared his throat, explaining "My name is Tseebo. Tseebo has come back to meet Ezra Bridger."

I stared at the stranger intently as the rain began to pummel the roof again and the winds howled on outside. Hera had come to our side, asking "Is something wrong."

Kanan frowned. "I'm not sure."

Hera glanced over the stranger quickly, assessing the options, before stepping forward and saying "Sir, why don't you come inside and out of the storm. Then we can talk things out."

This 'Tseebo' guy nodded sharply and stepped in. He was soaking wet from the rain, a small puddle forming at his feet. "Uh, Sabine," Hera called. "Can you go get a towel for our… 'Guest' please?"

I could hear Sabine go off to fetch a towel, but my attention was completely fixed on the visitor. And it seemed Kanan was just as interested as he stared at the man with narrowed, piercing eyes. He still had his arm raised over my chest in defence with the other hand twitching ever so slightly. Kanan was reluctant to close the door behind Tseebo as he paced further into the Ghost, but a gentle nudge from Hera urged him slowly to shut the door as the wind began to pick up again. It was a strange sight to see Kanan so protective.

But the stranger was completely oblivious to Kanan's suspicious attitude while his void green eyes glanced around the hallway blankly, as if in a daze. He had a small smile on his face, and his body swayed back and forth as he stood in place. I was beginning to wonder if he was intoxicated perhaps.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted back to me and he a released a joyful sound, reaching his arms out again for another hug. "Ezra Bridger," he stammered.

Kanan shoved his shoulder roughly and stepped in between us, straightening his back intimidatingly. "Who are you?" he asked sternly.

"Tseebo," he answered, still unaware of Kanan's aggravation.

"Yeah, I got that. What I mean is why are you here?" Kanan clarified, brows furrowing.

Tseebo pointed towards me, replying "To see Ezra Bridger. And the kind man who take Ezra in!" Tseebo grasped Kanan's hand and shook it vigorously, a wide grin lining his lips. Kanan seemed partially surprised, retracting his hand from the stranger's firm grip and staring at him in confusion.

I became equally as puzzled. How did this man know me? He certainly didn't look familiar. I'm sure I would have remembered that lime green hair or transparent set of eyes. Or maybe he was just a drunk guy who stumbled to the doorstep to get out of the storm. But then again, how would he have known me prior? And how did he know Kanan?

I shook my head and decided to focus on the present. But before Kanan could interrogate this stranger any further, Sabine came down the stairs with a fluffy, grey towel in her hands. Everyone turned to the girl as she returned our glances, releasing she had just stepped in at a tense time. Hera stepped in after an awkwardly silence, saying "How about we continue this in the kitchen?"

Kanan's POV

I studied the pale skinned man intently as he sipped away at his mug of coffee, a towel draped around his shoulders and his soaking clothes still stuck to his thin figure. I had never encountered him in my lifetime, and from Ezra's piercing stare, it seemed he didn't know him either. Tseebo seemed to be off in a different realm, staring off into the abyss and showing possible signs of a drug addiction. Hence why I had my taser ready by my side for any shift in attitude.

"So, Tseebo," Hera started as she took a seat behind Ezra. "How do you know Ezra?"

Tseebo wiped a few strands of damp hair out of his eyes as he said "Tseebo has known Ezra Bridger for a long time! Even when Bridger was just a little baby."

I froze at that, and Ezra perked up. "W-What?" he stuttered.

Tseebo nodded with a light smile, taking another sip of his coffee before continuing "Yes. Tseebo was good friend of Ezra's parents."

"You knew my parents?!" Ezra exclaimed, eyes wide and sparkling in the dim glow of candle light.

Tseebo grinned. "Yes, yes. Good friends. All the way up till the attack." His expression darkened at that last part, before adding cheerily "But Ezra find good home, yes?"

Pain seeped into Ezra's expression, his muscles tensing and jaw tightening. "Wait," he started, a hint of frustration in his tone as realisation dawned on him. "You were there when my parents were killed, and you didn't take me in?!"

The pieces were starting to click in my mind. "Ezra," I started nervously. "Maybe we should discuss this tomorrow or-"

"No!" he barked, glaring at me with a burning stare. Turning back to Tseebo, he raised an accusing finger. "He ditched me and handed me off to the adoption agency! He's the one responsible for everything that's happened to me!"

Tseebo put his hands up innocently, defending "No, no. Tseebo did not give Ezra to adoption agency."

Ezra paused in his outburst, before snapping "Of course you did! You had to! If you didn't than how did I get into the foster system?!"

Still a bit tipsy, Tseebo explained "Tseebo wrapped baby Ezra in many blankets one night, and left him on the doorstep of foster father here."

His gaze suddenly shifted towards me, and I began to feel extremely vulnerable and jittery. Ezra turned to me, his expression melting from anger to disbelief. But then, the teen scoffed and waved his hand dismissively. "Ha. That's not true," he reasoned aloud with a snicker. His gazed was still fixed on me, and though he was trying to play it off, those electric blue eyes were staring at me expectantly for some kind of back up.

But I remained still, a lump forming in my throat. The light began to fade from Ezra's expression. He released a strained chuckle, asking "That's not true… R-Right?"

I didn't reply. There was no way I could lie to him, and I found I was unable to form words, my mouth dry and clammy. Ezra stood up, eyes wide and expression distraught. "Oh my God," he muttered, a sob getting caught in his throat as he pressed a hand against his eyes. "I can't believe it."

"Ezra, wait," I said softly. "Let me explain."

Ezra release a pained, tense chuckle, saying "You know… For a moment there, I actually believed that... t-that you cared…"

"Hun, we do care," Hera cooed, reaching out for the boy before he flinched and backed away.

He bared his teeth, a low grumble sounding in his throat with his hands raised defensively. "No," he rasped, voice barely audible. "No you don't…"

I stood up, making an attempt to approach him, before he barked "Get back!"

I hesitated, freezing in place. He took deep, strangled breaths, staring at me with piercing blue eyes as a fire began to kindle within. "Ezra, let me explain," I tried again, voice gentle and passive. "It's true. You were on my doorstep one night, but I didn't have a stable amount of money to support us both, so…"

His brows furrowed and his hands clenched into fists. "So you gave me to the adoption agency," he seethed through his gritted teeth.

I winced, but nodded slowly. His shoulders tensed, and his back straightened. Slowly, he began circling his way to the door as he stated "So you're the one who's responsible for all this."

"Wait, I didn't know that-"

"Shut it!" he snapped. "You're the reason I was put in the foster system. You're the reason I'm here today and you're the reason I have such a horrific past!"

Tseebo opened his mouth to intervene but Ezra beat him to it, roaring "And you're no better! If you had just taken me in the first place none of this would have happened!"

Tseebo retracted in on himself, his expression guilty as he replied "Tseebo was afraid. Tseebo could not raise Ezra Bridger."

"Coward! I was only a baby!"

Hera stood up slowly, so not to be caught in the teen's next line of attack. "Ezra, calm down," I tried to sooth. But Ezra just growled, redirecting his attention back to me instead.

"I should have known it was all a rouse," he spat. And if looks could kill, I'd be 10 feet underground by now. "All this 'Oh, we care' and 'You're one of us now' rubbish was all I lie! I should have known there was something to it!" he said, voice raising by the second.

Something ached deep inside. I took a step forward but Ezra took two steps back, his anger only flaring up further. "Stay away from me!" he yelled, an undertone of fear behind his fury. "You didn't want me 15 years ago, so why would you want me now!?"

All was silent for a long, tense moment. I could feel the back of my eyes beginning to sting, my chest constricting and stomach churning. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way. I didn't want him to find out like this. Hera and Tseebo remained completely silent, and I could see the excruciatingly painful expression on Ezra's face. He was on the verge of breaking down, the tears welling in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash from outside and a loud crack of lightning soon after, snapping Ezra out of his trance. He twisted on his heel and bolted down the hall before I even had a chance to protest. I stood frozen for a long time, just starring at where the boy once stood. The slam of a door sounded from upstairs, and Hera placed her hand gently on my shoulder. She didn't say anything. And though Tseebo looked like he wanted to say something, he remained silent.

It was a long time until I finally moved again. I inhaled sharply and slowly made my way out of the kitchen. I climbed up the stairs, my footsteps soft, and my breathing gentle. I approached the door to Zeb and Ezra's room, reaching my hand out for the handle, before hesitating. Instead, I pressed my forehead against the wood and closed my eyes. I allowed the sounds of the rain and thunder to drawl on for a minute or two, before finally mustering my voice.

"Ezra," I called. "…I'm sorry."

I paused for a moment, but all remained silent on the other side. "I didn't mean things to be this way," I continued, my voice hitching slightly. "And if I could, I'd go back and change everything… But if you give me another chance I promise I'll make it up to you!"

I pulled back and waited hopefully, but the door never opened. The air became stale, my vision blurring slightly. "Please Ezra," I whispered, resting my palm against the 'stay out' sign hanging on the door. "Let me make it up to you..."

I waited patiently for any kind of reply as the concern began to seep in. It was unusually quiet, and Ezra being Ezra, I would have expected him to at least yell or send some kind of warning that he wanted me to leave. I raised my hand to the door knob, my sweaty palm grasping onto the handle tightly. "Ezra?" I called cautiously as the door creaked open.

The room was shrouded in shadows when I glanced in. And with a sudden flash of lightning and the rattling of the window, my eyes widened in realisation. I swung the door open fully, searching for the teen but finding nothing but the empty space. "Ezra?!" I yelled, half expecting his voice to come calling back. But there was no reply, the storm picking up again outside. I ran to the open window, almost tripping on a sheet as I glanced outside desperately. But deep down, I knew he wouldn't be there.

Because Ezra had ran.

"EZRA!"

BOOM! Cliffhanger. XD They're back baby!

So, the truth is finally revealed. Where do you think Ezra ran to? Will Kanan be able to make amends and fix his mistakes? I guess you'll just have to find out. ;D Anyways, tell me what you thought about the chapter, I love to read your reviews. :D And until then, may the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger