Hey everyone! How've you been? Have you guys seen the extended Star Wars Rebels trailer? Or the Jedi Rebel Rap? Or even the promo where Ezra hits his head? XD I laugh every time I watch it.

"Next time, keep your head down and you won't get hit." *Turns around and literally head-butts a pole* XD I can't help it! It's so funny! Don't worry Ezra, we still love you, even if you're a dork. XD

Q/A's:

Question: Ezra had surgery?!

Answer: Yes. There was probably some kind of shrapnel that penetrated his skull in the crash, so they had to do some surgery to get it out.

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Question: How does Ezra remember how to speak/move/eat etc. if he can't remember anything else?

Answer: Well, if any of you have seen the Clone Wars episode where they find Commander Gregor, he has amnesia, but he seems to know all the basics like talking, walking etc. Surely that bar tender wouldn't take him in if he was like a baby and had to learn everything from scratch again. I also did some research and from my findings, there are a few different types of amnesia. The one Ezra has would be where he can't remember anything prior to the memory loss, but can still function normally like anyone else.

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Chapter 3: Past

Ezra's POV

My head was spinning, tears burning my eyes.

Nothing was making sense. Strangers surrounded me, white walls boxing me in like a cage. Muscles constricting and hands clawing tightly onto the unfamiliar woman next to me. Her arms were wrapped around my back, her warmth radiating onto my cold and aching skin. "It's okay now, shh, it's okay," she soothed gently into my ear.

I clenched my eyes shut and listened to her steady heartbeat. I could hear people murmuring in the background, a beeping noise playing constantly. Once I'd calmed down, I glanced up at the woman with blurry eyes. A crystal green gaze stared down at me with love and care. "Are you my Mum?" I croaked curiously. Giggles erupted from behind, blood rushing to my cheeks as I looked down sheepishly. "No Hun, I'm not," she smiled, tilting my chin so we were face to face. "But I may as well be," she whispered so the others couldn't hear.

My eyes widened in awe. "W-Who are you?" I stuttered.

"Hera," she replied. "My name is Hera."

I groaned and rubbed my head with one hand, the other grasping Hera's wrist loosely. "W-What happened to me?" I moaned, my head pounding.

"You were in an accident, and we suspect you have amnesia," she explained, expression darkening.

"Amnesia? What's that?" I quizzed.

She sighed, and said "It's when you lose some, or even all of your memory… like you have."

I let that soak in for a moment. "So, are you saying that I knew all of you before?" I asked nervously. "That we've done things together and I just don't remember?"

She nodded slowly. "We've done many things together."

"I don't… remember…" I mumbled, bowing my head.

She squeezed my hand and said "We know you don't. But it's going to be okay."

I looked up at the others. There was a girl with colourful clothes on and tan skin. Piercing amber eyes were watching me suspiciously, bluish-green hair swaying at her shoulders. Next to her was a huge creature with purple fur and big pointy ears. His green eyes were widened with pain as he leant against the wall. Then there was 'Kanan', the man with dark brown hair pulled into a pony tail. He was wearing a green shirt and grey pants, teal eyes empty and lost. "I… um… w-what's your names again?" I stuttered awkwardly.

"It's me… Sabine," the girl said, stepping forward so she was right in front of us. "My name's Sabine."

I nodded slowly. "Sa-bine?" I repeated. "Is that right?"

She gave me a sharp nod, before suddenly grasping my hand. "C'mon Ezra, you've got to remember us," she whispered desperately, eyes wide and hopeful.

Silence ensued. I didn't know how to reply. Instead, I just stared into her eyes and raked my mind for any kind of memory or anything familiar. But nothing was jumping out at me. "I… don't," I croaked, pulling my hand away and hugging my knees to my chest in shame. She nodded in understanding, expression disappointed as she stepped back to the others. The big creature approached, a shudder running down my spine. "I'm Zeb," he spoke, voice low and gravelly.

I glanced up at him from behind a veil of hair as he towered over me intimidatingly, one of my hands clutching onto Hera's wrist tightly. Hera cleared her throat loudly as 'Zeb' caught on and bent down next to the bed. "Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he coaxed gently, extending a clawed hand. I flinched at first, glancing up at Hera for some kind of reassurance. When she nodded encouragingly, I lifted my arm and shook his hand.

Curiosity struck me as I shuffled over and pulled his arm closer, running my hand over his purple fur. It was soft and coarse at the same time, the colours shifting every time my fingers wove through it. Zeb raise a brow at this, but didn't object. After a moment, I stopped and looked up as Kanan walked over. He had something in his hands, but I had no clue what it was. "Here. Do you remember this?" he asked, handing me the strange object.

I reached out cautiously and took hold of it, my fingers wrapping around the circular base. There was another piece that went over my knuckles and it looked kind of scrappy. I tilted it up and stared into the top of it. Kanan's eyes widened as my fingers trailed over a button. "Wait! Ezra don't do-"

The man leaped forward and aimed the top away from my face just as I pushed the button, a blue beam of light jumping from the base. Kanan sighed in relief while I just watched it with awe. "Whoa," I gawked, reaching up to touch the strange blue stream. Kanan was quick to stop me though, grabbing my hand restrictively and saying "Whatever you do, don't touch the blade."

"Why?" I quizzed.

He raised a brow, snatching a cup from the table beside us and chucking it gently at the beam. There was a sizzling sound and a quick spark as the cup split in two, falling onto my lap with glowing, charred rims. My eyes widened with joy as I stared at the blade with new found respect. "Cool," I grinned, swaying it around experimentally.

"You don't remember what it is?" Kanan frowned.

I shook my head slowly. "What is it then?" I asked.

"It's a lightsaber," he explained expectantly. "You made it. It has an inbuilt blaster and you came up with that all by yourself." He paused for a moment, expression softening as he asked "It doesn't remind you of anything? Anything at all?"

My brows furrowed as I deactivated the blade and rolled the handle over in my palms. I tried once again to search my archives for anything at all, but all I could see was darkness. They all call me Ezra, yet I have no idea who he is or was. They say names that have no meaning to me and give objects with no reminisce of a forgotten history. A question hit my mind as I asked shakily "W-What was Ezra… I mean… what was I like before all of…. This happened?"

Everyone went silent, an unseen tension lacing the air. Finally, Hera whispered "Brave…" Tears were forming in those crystal green eyes as she squeezed my hand absently. "Very brave."

"And clever," Sabine continued, arms folded and head hung low.

"Witty," Zeb muttered, a small smirk lining his lips as he added "And only occasionally annoying."

Kanan stepped forward and clasped his hands on my shoulders, watching me with stern eyes. "You were a quick thinker, self-reliant, confident, and heaps more… And you still can be, if you let us help you."

I shifted nervously, eyes glancing up at him doubtfully. "And if I don't?" I quizzed. "If I don't remember anything and I'm stuck like…. This for the rest of my life? What then?"

At first, Kanan didn't have a reply. That was until Hera answered "Either way, you'll always be one of us."

"Yeah," Sabine smiled weakly. "Nothing will change that."

A nervous smile pulled at my lips as I looked from each of my new… or, old family members. Kanan stepped back as I lowered myself to the ground, my legs wobbling slightly as I attempted to walk. Fiery pain shot up my calves, causing me to stumble into someone's arms. I grunted and clutched onto fistfuls of fur, glancing up into Zeb's concerned eyes. "Take it easy kid. You're not completely healed yet," he urged gently.

I nodded slowly before stabilising myself and attempting once again. Kanan and Zeb were watching closely and were ready to step in if needed. There was a tug on my arm as I realised the different tubes and cords connected to my palms and shoulders. I stared at one of the needles in my arm for a long moment, before yanking it out and walking away. "Ezra, what are you doing?" Kanan asked as more of the connections fell off. My eyes were fixed on one thing, one destination. As I stumbled towards the far wall, I used the railings on other beds to get to my goal. By the time I got there, I felt exhausted and drowsy. I glanced up and stared at the mirror, an unfamiliar blue haired teenager reflecting off the object. I reached up a hand and touched the cold surface while the image copied my movements.

I squinted, vision slightly blurry as I took in the stranger's features. His tan skin was laced with faint burns and cuts, bandages wrapped around his right shoulder, waist and head. He was wearing a loose fitting white shirt and pants, the exposed skin clammy and pale.

I took a deep breath and sighed. Some things are hard to accept. Like learning you have amnesia, or meeting people who know you but you don't know them. Or the fact that the stranger in the mirror was actually you.

Kanan walked up to behind me, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. "We're going to get through this," he reassured softly.

My eye lids became heavy, legs buckling as I leant heavily on the man. He caught me and held me stable while I struggled to maintain consciousness. "Just rest kid," he whispered, pushing the needle back into my arm. I hissed in pain and grasped weakly onto his arms. "Everything's going to be okay," he soothed. My eyes fluttered open, my body swaying absently. I stared up into those warm, trustworthy teal orbs and grunted. "It's alright now. Just let go," he hushed. And with that, I stopped resisting and closed my eyes, falling into the welcoming arms of slumber.