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Chapter 2: Forgotten

Kanan's POV

Everyone froze at the question, my eyes widening. "W-What do you mean?" Sabine stuttered nervously while stepping forward

Ezra scratched at his bandages and stared at us with fearful eyes. "I mean who is 'Ezra'? And who are you?" he asked, pointing at all of us.

"You're Ezra!" Sabine exploded. "And it's us! The crew! Kanan, Hera, Zeb and me, Sabine!"

The boy flinched at Sabine's yelling and contracted on himself. I nudged Sabine's shoulder and hissed "You're scaring him!" She realised her mistake and hung her head. Hera reached a hand out for Ezra, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. "You don't remember us?" she asked shakily.

He shook his head, eyes vacant. "N-No," he murmured, clenching his eyes shut and holding his head.

Hera shot me a nervous glance as I pulled her aside. A heavy feeling was settling in my stomach, the worry creeping in again. "What's wrong with him?" I whispered with concern.

"I don't know," she replied, biting her lip. "I'll go check with Ahsoka. Just keep him calm."

With that, the nervous Twi'lek swiftly left the room. I turned back to the others to see Ezra huddled in the corner of the bed, watching the others from behind a veil of hair. Zeb and Sabine didn't know what to do, and instead looked to me expectantly. I took a deep breath and approached the frightened teen. Ezra flinched when I extended a hand, making me hesitate momentarily. "So, you really don't remember us?" I probed cautiously, making sure he wasn't trying to prank us. But the fear and confusion emanating off him said otherwise.

He shook his head and hugged his knees tightly to his chest. "W-Where am I? Who are you people?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

I leaned against the edge of the bed and bent down so we were eye level. "I know you're confused, and things seem a little frightening, but it's okay," I soothed gently. "You're name is Ezra Bridger. You were in an accident. That's why you're here, in the medical bay of a rebel frigate," I explained, trying to calm the trembling boy.

"I-I don't r-remember," he stuttered, eyes wide and alert.

I sighed gently, expression soft. He was so scared. I could sense it flowing off him in waves. "What do you remember?" I asked patiently.

His face scrunched up in concentration as he held his head in his hands. Everyone remained silent, the heart monitor playing faster as Ezra rocked himself back and forth slowly. "Nothing," he croaked. "I can't remember anything."

I frowned, glancing up at the others who returned a worried gaze. After a moment, I turned back to Ezra as he asked shakily "W-Who are you?"

"I'm Kanan," I said, pointing to myself. "That's Sabine and that's Zeb. The woman that was here before was Hera, and you're Ezra."

"Are you my Dad?" he blurted out.

My eyes widened, while Zeb and Sabine contained a slight giggle. I glanced over my shoulder and glared at the two, before replying "No, I'm your master. You're my padawan."

He frowned in confusion. "Pa-da-wan?" he repeated awkwardly. "What's that?"

"Uh, it's like a student," I tried to describe. "Someone who learns things from someone else who is more experienced and wiser."

Ezra scratched his head and asked "Then who is my Dad?"

I looked at the others for some help, but Zeb simply shrugged and Sabine gave me an uncertain look. Sighing, I said "We don't know."

He slowly unfurled from his legs and shuffled a little closer. "What was your name?" he asked gently, curiosity creeping into his electric eyes.

"Kanan," I repeated. "My name is Kanan."

His eyes narrowed, glancing over me carefully. "Ka…nan?" he echoed. He lifted a shaky hand up and tilted his head, watching me intently. "Ka-nan… Kanan…" he continued to murmur. I could feel him subconsciously probing me through the force, a spark of recognition flashing over the bond. I cautiously lifted my own hand, and when he didn't protest, I gently took hold of his. "Ezra," I whispered, gazes locked. "Do you… remember me?"

Before he had time to answer, the door behind us slid open, Hera and Ahsoka stepping in. "No," Ezra muttered, retracting his hand and retreating back to the corner again. I stood up and turned around as Ahsoka approached. "What seems to be the problem?" she asked.

"I think Ezra has amnesia," I stated quietly so the teen couldn't hear.

"Does he remember anything at all?" Hera asked nervously, stepping forward.

I shook my head. "He didn't even know his own name."

Ahsoka frowned. "Memory loss was a potential side effect of the operation. It's hard to tell though if it will be permanent," she sighed.

"What should we do?" Hera asked, glancing over at Ezra who had curled in on himself defensively again.

Ahsoka thought carefully for a moment, before replying "There's nothing we can do. I'll get a medic to come check on his physical health, but we can't do anything about the amnesia. Maybe you can try and jog his memory. Who knows, it may just be temporary."

I nodded and folded my arms. "Let's hope so," I muttered.

Ahsoka turned and left while I led Hera back to the petrified teen. Motherly instinct took over as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Ezra into her embrace. "You poor darling," she cooed gently, stroking his head. Surprisingly, Ezra wrapped his arms around the Twi'lek and leant into her touch. "I don't understand," he sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

"I know," Hera replied.

"I'm confused," Ezra wheezed.

"I know," Hera repeated, combing her fingers through his hair.

"I'm scared," he whispered, burrowing his face into Hera's shoulder.

"I know Hun," she soothed into his ear. "I know you're frightened, and things aren't making sense. But just know that you're safe. Everything is going to be okay now."

Muffled sobs still sounded from the teen as he croaked "Promise?"

Hera smiled gently and rubbed circles into his back. "Promise."