Yup to those who guessed it, the books were Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus and Kane Chronicles.

Chapter 5: Trouble with Cops

The following morning Kanan was back to waking up at six in the morning, after all, he had to go to work at seven. He left his bedroom and woke Ezra up trying to be gentle, but of course startling the teen.

Ezra gasped the moment Kanan touched his shoulder, shooting up to a sitting position, swinging out with his arm that was not clutching his stuffed cat to his body.

"Whoa," Kanan exclaimed, catching the arm. "Relax, it's just me."

"Sorry," Ezra said, lowering the arm he just used for his attack back to his chest.

"It's alright," Kanan smiled, he knew Ezra would have to be wary of anyone touching him, especially while asleep, while he was on the streets, it just hasn't worn off quite yet. "Get your things together for the station."

"Okay," Ezra yawned, and crawled out of bed and got the backpack they had gotten yesterday and put the first book, the deck of cards and his stuffed cat, which he dubbed Tobi, inside.

After a moment in the kitchen Kanan came back in the main room/ Ezra's bedroom holding and epi-pen. "Please put this in your bag too, just in case."

"Alight." Ezra said placing the medicine pen in the smallest pocket.

"Breakfast will be ready soon." Kanan said.

"Ok," Ezra said. He thought it now would be the best time to get changed so he grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

After he had changed like promised, breakfast was done.

"What's for breakfast?" Ezra asked as he sat at the small table.

"Oatmeal," Kanan said, bringing over two bowls of the hot cereal.

Ezra took a bite and his eyes light up. This was the best oatmeal he's ever had. "This is amazing." he expressed.

"It's Depa's recipe." Kanan smiled fondly remembering his foster mother and police partner.

"What makes it special?" Ezra asked.

"Natural sweeteners, honey and fruits." Kanan said.

"How old were you when you started living with her?" Ezra asked, hoping he wasn't over stepping his boundaries.

"A little younger than you," Kanan said. "I was about to turn thirteen."

Ezra nodded, he just hoped he was Kanan for at least as long as Kanan had Depa, but hopefully he wouldn't lose him like how he lost his parents. "You said you never knew your parents, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I'm not sure of the full story," Kanan said. "The state thought they couldn't care for me properly. The orphanage told me, and apparently all my foster families, that they were addicts who spent all their money on drugs and alcohol, so they removed me from the house when I was about three. Like I said I don't really have any memories of them."

Ezra's eyes widened, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." he stuttered.

"No it's alright," Kanan consoled. "I'm glad you did. I'm learning about you, it's only fair you learn about me."

"Why were you bounced around so much?" Ezra asked carefully.

"I cause a lot of trouble when I was younger. Whether it was from frustration of not having real parents, or it was my way of demanding attention, I had trouble figuring out." Kanan explained. "Depa was my eleventh foster home, and at that point I was used to being sent back with a few months, but she never did."

Ezra looked down at his bowl of oatmeal.

"And like Depa never sent me away," Kanan said, reaching his arm over the small table to put it on Ezra's shoulder, "I will never send you away, no matter what happens."

"No matter what?" Ezra asked, rather shocked.

"No matter what." Kanan confirmed, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Well, finish up. We need to go soon."

The two finished their breakfast quickly before Kanan headed to the bed to get changed into his uniform. After they were both ready they made their way to the station.

Kanan and Ezra walked into the station and saw that Zeb and Chopper, who was asleep, were there and Hera was waiting for Kanan.

"There you are." Hera smiled, walking over she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Well, we need to hit the streets."

"Yeah," Kanan said. He gave Ezra a pointed look, "Behave," before walking out.

Ezra turned and looked at Zeb, before looking at the sleeping Chopper, then returned his gaze to the first.

"I still can't believe we never figured out you were a homeless orphan." Zeb said.

Ezra flinched slightly.

"I mean, it should have been obvious, you stole food on a regular basis." Zeb continued.

"Can we just drop it?" Ezra asked pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie.

"Hm? Sure." Zeb said. "On another note: Why is Kanan trusting Chopper with you. He hates kids, especially you."

"Yeah, I could tell." Ezra muttered, remembering the unpleasant memory of being tazed and spending the weekend in a ditch. He somewhat moodily walked over to a chair and sat down, setting his bag beside him. He turned his attention onto the sleeping man. "Should he really be asleep on the job?"

"No, but it doesn't really matter," Zeb shrugged. "There's nothing going on. Plus, he's a lot more pleasant when he's asleep."

The two of them stared at the sleeping man.

"Want to prank him?" Zeb asked.

"What?" Ezra asked shocked.

"Eh, we do it all the time when we're bored." Zeb explained.

"I won't get tazed will I?" Ezra asked.

"I'm not making any promises." Zeb said.

Twenty minutes later, Ezra was pinned to the ground by the angry now awake midget. "What gives you the right, Phantom, to come in here and try to tape me to my chair while I'm asleep?"

"Okay, first off, the name's Ezra, not Phantom." Ezra spat, trying to force the man off him. "Second, Kanan is my guardian, so I have every right to be in here. Thirdly, it was Zeb's idea. Lastly GET OFF!" He finally managed to push the man off him.

"Zeb's idea?" Chopper narrowed his eyes, before pulling out an object Ezra knew all too well.

"Chopper put that away!" Zeb screamed as Chopper aimed his tazer at him.

"Who's going to stop me?" Chopper asked.

"Chopper you better not be tazering anyone!" Fulcrum yelled from her office.

Chopper visibly flinched. "No ma'am." He called back, putting the electric weapon away.

"So, Ezra, right?" Chopper asked.

"Yeah," Ezra confirmed.

"Why are you here?" Chopper asked.

"Kanan is fostering me, so I'm gonna stay here while he's on patrol." Ezra explained.

"He was always stealing before because he lived on the streets." Zeb informed Chopper, which was fine by Ezra, he didn't like telling people about how he used to live on the streets.

Chopper sat back down with a huff. Ezra went back to his own seat and Zeb did likewise. The three sat in a slightly awkward silence.

The silence was broken by Ahsoka who called from her office, "Ezra, you want to come in here real quick?"

"Okay." Ezra answered. He headed into the Police Commander's office.

Ahsoka offered a warm smile. "Take a seat."

"Is something up?" Ezra asked.

"I was just wondering how things are going with Kanan." Ahsoka explained.

"Oh. Great." Ezra smiled. "I certainly like it there. He, he really seems to care about me."

"That's great kid." Ahsoka returned the smile. "So you two don't have any problems?"

"Other than that he asked some random kid to tutor me, and he keeps buying me stuff, no." Ezra said.

"Well he's supposed to do that stuff." Ahsoka gave a small laugh.

"I know, it's just a bit weird." Ezra said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What are the sleeping arrangements?" Ahsoka asked.

"I sleep on the sofa couch in the main room." Ezra explained. "Which is totally fine by me." he added quickly. "That bed is the softest thing I have slept on in years."

"I see." Ahsoka said. "Alright, how are things going out there?"

"Chopper nearly tazed Zeb." Chopper said.

"Why?" Ahsoka asked exasperatedly .

"Zeb and I tried to tape him to his chair." Ezra answered. "Zeb's idea."

"Should have known. Those two have been going at each other since the beginning." Ahsoka sighed. "Go on back out to the war zone."

"Okay," Ezra said. He went back out into the main part of the station and pulled out his book. A few hours passed before Zeb asked if he was hungry.

"Um, yeah sure?" Ezra answered.

"We normally get delivery. Anything in particular?" Zeb asked.

"I'm not that picky, but I have a sea food allergy." Ezra explained.

"Pizza good?" Zeb asked.

"Sure," Ezra shrugged.

It took about half an hour for the pizzas to show up and only twenty minutes for both of them to disappear between the four of them.

"Just gonna read all day?" Zeb asked.

"I have a deck of cards." Ezra said.

"Okay, here let me show you how to play this game." Zeb said, before showing him how to play MEL.

"This game is of the devil," Ezra muttered halfway through the second round. He swore there were new rules each time.

Kanan and Hera walked in just as Ezra was about to snap.

"Well that's my cue to head out on patrol. See ya later kid. Come on Chopper." Zeb said walking out.

"So you guys still coming for supper?" Hera asked.

"What?" Ezra asked.

"Yeah," Kanan said. "Hera invited us over for supper."

"Oh," Ezra said. "Well I'm sure it will be great."