Sorry for the long wait, but hopefully this will make up for it.

Chapter 14: Two Appointments

Getting Ezra's hair cut at the hairdressers was a lot harder than Kanan expected.

"Can't you just do it, it can't be that hard?" Ezra asked as they were once again in the card heading towards the local hairdresser, in his brand new clothes.

"Wouldn't you rather have a professional do it?" Kanan asked in return. "That way it actually looks nice."

"But they are expensive!" Ezra argued, "You already spent so much money on me."

"Okay, first off: you don't need to worry about money." Kanan started his list. "That's my job now. Two: a haircut is not going to be that expensive. And three: you must not be aware of this, but I get a reimbursement from my taxes to help care for you. So it's not that big of a deal to be adding some food, clothes and water. You know stuff you need!" (Thanks for Kaytori for notifying me that the government helps foster parents)

Ezra was in stunned silence. He didn't know that. He thought he was using all of Kanan's money. Add to the fact that Kanan may or may not lose his job because he killed three mob members to save him.

"I'm sorry," Ezra apologized in a low voice. "I didn't know."

"There is no need to apologize Ezra." Kanan said. "I guess it is only expected that you would be worried about money. You probably had to figure out the best way to use it to its full potential when you got it. Even if you stole it."

"Hey, a kid's gotta eat." Ezra shrugged.

Kanan shook his head and smiled, before gently pushing Ezra's shoulder in a playful way, making Ezra grow a smile.

Kanan finally pulled into the parking lot of the hairdressers and parked, then proceeded to turn off the car.

"Ready?" Kanan asked.

"I guess," was Ezra's unsure response.

The pair walked into the shop and was greeted by a young woman in her early twenties.

"Hello, a walk in?" she asked.

"Yes, he needs a haircut." Kanan said, indicating Ezra next to him.

"Sure, what are we looking for today?" the hairdresser asked.

"Well, it needs to be shorter." Kanan joked.

"I can see that." the hairdresser laughed. "Follow me."

Ezra did what she asked.

"I'm Ezra," Ezra introduced.

"My name is Jamie." she replied. "Now, Ezra, if you could take a seat." She indicated the chair they stopped in front of.

Ezra sat down and Jaime placed a light tarp over his front and raised the seat.

"How short do you want it?" Jamie asked.

"I don't really know." Ezra said. He knew his hair was too long, but he didn't think he would like his hair really short. When he saw Kanan's hair down he thought it was a pretty good length. "Maybe about mid-neck."

"Okay, let's get started." Jamie said, she brought out a pair of scissors and started to cut his hair. "When was the last time your hair was cut?"

"By someone besides myself?" Ezra asked. "Over eight years."

"That explains the unevenness." Jaime said with a laugh.

"I kind of like it a little longer in the back." Ezra said.

"I can do that, but it will be an even decline." Jamie said, and started to do what she said she would do.

It took about fifteen minutes but finally Jamie was done.

"What do you think?" Jamie said, turning him around and handing him a mirror so he could see the back.

Ezra smiled, "Looks good." (Note: It now looks like it does in the show)

"Alright, let's get you back to your dad." Jamie said.

Ezra was surprised. For the second time today someone called Kanan his dad. Kanan wasn't his dad, he wasn't even related to him.

Jamie and Ezra approached Kanan, who was sitting in a chair reading a magazine.

"We're done." Ezra said.

Kanan looked up and set the magazine aside. "Looks good kid." He stood up and went over the register to pay for the hair cut.

"Thank you." Kanan said.

"Yeah, thanks." Ezra mimicked in attempt to sound polite.

"You're welcome." Jamie said. "Have a nice day."

"Okay," Kanan said once they got back into the car. "We should have enough time to get you to the dentist." (Thanks PentoPaperGal18 for the idea)

"The d-d-dentist!" Ezra stuttered, and Kanan was surprised to actually hear fear in the boy's voice.

"Are you scared of the dentist?" Kanan asked.

Ezra's silence was enough of an answer.

"So wait, you aren't afraid of mouthing off to mob members, but you're scared of the dentist?" Kanan asked.

"I was never fond of them when I was younger either." Ezra said softly.

"Well, sorry kid, but you're going. You probably haven't been in over eight years. You are overdue." Kanan said.

Ezra didn't bother fighting the battle he had no chance of winning. He stared out the window, silently willing for Kanan to not be able to find the dentist. Unfortunately, Kanan found it five minutes later.

Kanan walked up to the receptionist, practically having to hold Ezra down to keep him from running out of the office after dragging him in.

"Yes, I know this is sudden, but he needs a check-up." Kanan said.

"Okay, what's his name?" the receptionist, who, according to the name plate, was named Nancy, asked.

"Ezra Bridger." Kanan said.

"He's not in the system." Nancy said.

"I know, but can we still get him in?" Kanan asked.

"Sure," Nancy said. "Take a seat over there and the doctor will get you when he's ready for you." She pointed to some chairs.

"Thank you." Kanans said, and lead Ezra towards the chairs and gave a look that told him to sit and not fight him on it, which Ezra obeyed.

Kanan picked up a magazine that was on the end table by the chairs, he kept glancing at Ezra, who looked about ready to bolt.

"Calm down kid," Kanan told him, "Nothing bad is going to happen."

"How do you know?" Ezra asked, edging closer to the edge of his chair.

"Honestly, what is the worst that can happen at a dentist office?" Kanan asked him.

From behind the door came the sound of dental tools whirling.

"That," Ezra said. He was now half an inch from falling off the chair completely.

"Am I going to have them drug you before you are even in the chair?" Kanan asked.

"You want me to do drugs?" Ezra asked. "Aren't you supposed to be against drugs being a cop and all?"

"These drugs aren't illegal. They stop you from feeling pain and will calm you down a great deal." Kanan said. "But I would rather not have to deal with a drugged teen. Now please sit back."

Ezra slid back into the chair a crossed his arms, almost looking like he was hugging himself for protection or comfort, Kanan noticed.

"It's okay kid," Kanan said in attempt to comfort. "You can do this."

"Right," Ezra said. "I can do this, I can do this."

A partially loud whirling of the dentist drill broke Ezra of his mantra.

"I can't do this!" Ezra said, making a break for the door. Luckily Kanan had fast reflexes and was able to catch the boy's wrist before he made it too far.

"Don't do that again." Kanan warned.

Ezra sighed and bit his lip before taking his seat once again.

About three minute later, the dental assistant stepped into the waiting room. "Ezra?"

Ezra didn't get up.

"Ezra?" the assistant called again.

Kanan gave Ezra a slightly annoyed look before pushing him slightly, but with enough force to get the teen to stand.

The assistant smiled. "This way please," as she walked back into the back. Ezra reluctantly followed. The assistant walked him towards a chair. "Take a seat." Ezra had no choice but to obey her.

"My name is Lynn," the assistant introduced. Ezra didn't respond, he knew she knew his name. "I'm going to take some x-rays of your teeth first."

Lynn put a heavy vest blanket on Ezra.

"What's that for?" Ezra asked.

"To protect you from the radiation." Lynn answered. She held out a weird plastic thing in her hand. "Open your mouth please."

Ezra did as he was asked, and Lynn maneuvered it to the back of his mouth. "Now clamp down hard." Ezra did as she asked, slightly worried he would bite her but that didn't happen due to the position of her hand to his teeth.

Lynn pulled a weird camera object towards him and took a picture of the side of his face.

She than repeated the process starting with the putting the plastic thing in his mouth but on the other side. She took off the heavy vest blanket and pulled up two pictures on the computer screen. Ezra figured these were the x-rays of his teeth. They looked weird.

Lynn gave Ezra a sympathetic smile, and he was scared to figure out why. Lynn left to go get the dentist. A man came back. He was Latino, had curly black hair and wore glasses over his deep brown eyes. "Hello Ezra, my name is Nelson Cox, how are you today."

Ezra was honest, "I would be better if I wasn't here."

Dr. Cox laughed, "Never heard that one before." He took a seat and started to lean Ezra's chair back. "Let's take a look." He turned on a bright light that shown directly in Ezra's face, to which he flinched back a little.

"Open up please."

Ezra obeyed, hoping the more compliant he was, the faster he would be able to get out of there.

Dr. Cox looked in his mouth for a bit with a little mirror. "When was the last time you brushed?"

Ezra tried to respond with "Eight years ago," but due the fact that his mouth was stuck open with the doctor's hands it came out more like, "ah er ah aho."

Dr. Cox turned to the x-rays, and examined it. Ezra took this opportunity to close his mouth.

"Well, it seems you have five cavities that we will have to fill." Dr. Cox said.

"What!" Ezra asked, he would have shoot up in his seat, but due to the funky angle of the chair he couldn't manage.

"Lynn is going to clean your teeth while I explain things to your dad." Dr. Cox said before leaving.

"Would you like strawberry or mint?" Lynn asked.

Ezra never liked minty stuff much, "Strawberry."

Lynn started something that looked like polishing brush for a car only much smaller and put some weird paste on it. "Open please."

Ezra reluctantly opened his mouth, and had to stop himself from panicking when Lynn stuck the tool in his mouth. She handed Ezra a weird tube that was making a sucking noise. Ezra managed as curious of look as he could with his mouth stuck open.

"To drain your spit." Lynn provided. "Put it in your mouth whenever you need it."

It was then that Ezra noticed he had spit pooling in the bottom of his mouth. He moved it towards his mouth and Lynn moved the tool out of the way. Ezra closed his mouth around the straw and it sucked up all the spit in his mouth.

The cycle of Lynn cleaning his teeth and Ezra draining his spit went on for about two minutes until she was done. She then sprayed off all the gritty stuff the cleaning stuff left on his teeth, which Ezra quickly drained.

It was then that Dr. Cox came back in with Kanan.

"Your guardian asked if he could be back here with you while you got your fillings." Dr. Cox explained. "Would you like him in here?"

"Yes." Ezra said.

"Okay," Dr. Cox said. "We're going to give you some laughing gas to numb the pain. He placed a breathing mask over Ezra's mouth and nose. Even with this on, Kanan was able to read the expression sent him, a mixture of betrayal and fear.

"It's okay kid." Kanan said. "You'll thank me later."

Ezra responded with a muffled, "Unlikely."

After Ezra was gassed up Dr. Cox got to work on filling the five cavities. Kanan managed to get close to Ezra and placed the drugged but scared kid's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He hoped Ezra got the message of the squeeze, but he highly doubted Ezra even felt the squeeze with how out of it he seemed to be.

It took Dr. Cox roughly twenty minutes to fill the teeth. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Ezra looked at the doctor, "I can't feel my face."

Kanan, Lynn and Dr. Cox smiled.

Dr. Cox lead Kanan back towards the lobby as Lynn got Ezra cleaned up.

"What color toothbrush do you want?" Lynn asked.

"Color?" Ezra asked in his dazed state.

"What color do you like best?" Lynn asked.

"Blue." Ezra said.

Lynn handed him a blue tooth brush and a tube of tooth paste before leading him by the shoulder back out to the lobby as Kanan was paying Nancy for the appointment.

"Here you go, sir." Lynn said as Kanan set his own hand on his ward's shoulder. "He may be out of it for a couple more hours. Don't pay attention to anything he says."

"Okay," Kanan said with a laugh and lead the kid back outside and towards the car. He got the kid in the car and attempted to buckle him.

"I can do it myself." Ezra protested.

"Alright." Kanan said. He closed Ezra's door and walked around to the driver's side door. He sat down and buckled himself before looking over to Ezra, who had somehow managed to get himself tangled in the seat belt. "Need help?"

"No," Ezra said. He tried to wiggle of out of his own trap. Kanan watched in amusement. "Kanan,"

"Yes Ezra?" Kanan asked.

"Help." Ezra admitted.

Kanan got the teen untangled and properly buckled in.

"Thank you." Ezra said.

As Kanan drove back to apartment Ezra stared blankly out the window.

"I didn't like that." Ezra said after a while.

"Well if you brush your teeth everyday with the toothbrush Lynn gave you, you shouldn't have that problem." Kanan said.

"I don't want to go back there dad." Ezra said.

Kanan was shocked with Ezra called him, 'dad,' but realized it was probably the laughing gas talking. "You won't go back for a while kid."

Ezra was silent for the rest of the ride back home.

Good news, I'm a high school graduate! Hopefully I will update more now until i go to college in July. But i get distracted by reading fanfiction.