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Alright you guys, this is it, my last chapter. I made it super long so I could finish out the story for you guys, and my friend Rebels Spectre 6 gave me the idea to go ahead and post it right away, so this is for you man! Again I just want to say thanks for everybody that read this! I honestly didn't think anybody would, and to get so much feedback already was just to amazing! Seriously, you guys are the best!

"He's not here" Zeb growled in frustration.

"But why would it give us these coordinates?" Hera questioned.

"Maybe we did it wrong." Sabine huffed and sat on the ground defeated. "now what?"

"I guess we keep looking."

Everyone made a move to go back to the ship, but were stopped by Kanan who was looking around franticly "Wait. He is here somewhere. I can sense it."

"Alright, but where?"

"I don't know"

"Great!" Zeb always turned to sarcasm in the face of adversity. Disheartened, he kicked the ground sending sand flying through the air. Then he saw it. On the ground, he saw the faintest outline of a squarish shape. Looking closer, he saw that it was created by sand that was a slightly darker color, as if it had recently been dug up. "Ummm...Kanan?"

"What is it?" The jedi walked over to the lasat. "Oh" He whispered as he saw the rectangle in the sand.

Soon they were joined by Hera and Sabine, along with their "Ezra no," and "Oh my god" comments that came when the realization of what happened finally dawned on them.

"Hera" Kanan spoke without shifting his horrified gaze from the ground, "I think we're going to need a shovel..."

Ezra imagined that if he could see, his vision would be blurred. His mind felt clouded, his body felt like lead, but at the same time it was as if her were floating in water. Breath escaped him in short, wheezing gasps, head aching, his lungs starved of oxygen. Sweat no longer dampened his hair, and his lips felt as if they were made of paper.

So this is how I die He thought miserably I imagined it would be a lot cooler than this, but I guess I don't really get to decide.

He had to remember that he wasn't alone anymore. They said that they would come for him, but Ezra knew that they would never be able to make it in time. He didn't blame them, but he knew that they would blame themselves. This idea burnt through him like fire, because he could imagine their faces when they discovered the loss on their crew. It would tear them apart, and this hurt Ezra more than anything else ever could. His crew, his family. They had already lost so much already.

He thought of Kanan, once again forced to break the bond between master and padawan. Zeb, Sabine, and Hera losing more of their own. Chopper, having no one to annoy constantly. This last one made Ezra smile. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave his family. Who knows, maybe they will find me. But Ezra could only hope.

Time was running out. Kanan and Zeb knew this as they dug furiously through the sand. It had already been an hour, sinse they had begun, and now they were shoulder deep in a hole, covered in sweat and dirt, hands blistered. Sabine and Hera had taken the phantom in search of extra medical supplies, just to be safe.

It was soon after the girls had returned when they reached the box. It was metal, and plain on the outside. To the touch it was hot enough to cause ones reflexes kick in and pull your hand back (imagine a seat belt buckle that sat in the sun on a hot day). It was sealed with a number of bands made of a similar metal.

"I cant break the seal at this angle, it would be better to open it outside of this hole." Kanan was anxious, but he still managed to sound calm and focused. Zeb didn't reply, but instead leaped out of the hole. He was followed by Kanan, who then used the force to lift the box from its pit. Hera and Sabine crowded around nervously.

The second the box hit the sand, Kanan broke melted the chains with his lightsaber, and lifted the lid of the box. Behind him, Kanan heard a choked sob, probably from sabine, at the boy that lay inside.

His eyes were closed, but rapid movement was visible beneath his eyelids. His lips were an alarming blue color, a sharp contrast from his flushed cheeks and pale skin. Their were lines in the dirt covering his face from his tears and sweat. This sight broke the hearts of everyone looming above him.

Kanan reached out a hand and placed it on his padawans face. His skin was hot and dry. "We have to get him back to the Ghost. His temperature is too high, and he's very dehydrated"

"Why are his lips blue?!" Sabine cried out, alarmed.

"I think he might have run out of oxygen."Hera replied, crouching on the other side of the child. Suddenly Ezra let out a small cough followed by a huge gasp of air. He began breathing heavily, each breath accompanied by a painful sounding wheeze. "Sabine go get a mask ready, Zeb, get cold water, a lot of it." Hera took charge, and began barking orders to which the Lasat and Mandalorian complied immediately. "Kanan," she looked up at him, eyes filled with a worried compassion, "Take him to the ship." But before he could stand, a green hand was placed on his, he squeezed it tightly "It'll be okay, Kanan. It will"

Saying nothing, the jedi picked up his young protege. With Ezra in his arms, Kanan ran back to the ghost.

By the time he set foot on the ramp, the rest of the team was prepped and ready to burst into action, each one holding a tool to help Ezra. Sabine with an oxygen mask and tank, Zeb with two large buckets filled with water, Chopper ready with a scanner, and Hera with a stack of white cloth. The moment Kanan lay Ezra on the floor of the ship was the moment when everyone sprang into action.

Sabine had the air flowing within seconds, followed by Zeb who promptly dumped one entire bucket of water over him. Water rippled across the floor, and down the ramp, dampening everyones clothes and shoes, but nobody payed any mind except chopper who whirred and backed away from the spreading puddle.

"Kanan, help me."From the stack of cloth, Hera was taking piece by piece and dunking the sheets into the other water bucket before laying them down across the still unconscious boy. "try and wake him."

Moving around, Kanan shifted so Ezra was propped against his own body, taking a small damp cloth and wiping around his face in an effort to cool him down. "Ezra. Wake up, you have to open your eyes." Kanan cooed, "You have to come back to me, okay? You have to wake up." Using the force he pulled Ezras consciousness towards his own, providing a spiritual rope for Ezra to climb out of the darkness.

"Chopper, close the ramp, we're taking off. Its too hot in the surface, and we have to cool him down. Zeb get more water with lots of ice, Sabine, get the bacta, it looks like he has a small blaster wound on his collarbone, but I don't think its serious." then everyone was gone.

"Ezra," Kanan was desperate now, he could feel his eyes begin to burn "Ezra, come back to me. Please. Just...come back to me."

Slowly, Kanan heard the kids breathing begin to regulate, and he could feel his pulse beginning to slow and even. "Thats right kid, just follow my voice, just hold on to me." Eyelashes fluttered and soon Kanan saw two bright blue eyes blinking up at him. "Hi there." Ezra just blinked tiredly in response. "Guess you've had quite a day, huh kid." and Kanan thought he saw a hint of a smile beneath the oxygen mask.

At first, Ezra thought he must be dead. He no longer felt like he was oxygen deprived nor did he feel like he was about to catch on fire. But then the pain hit him, it was everywhere, his head, his throat, his shoulder, everything. But somehow he was also somewhat comfortable. Whatever he was laying on was soft, nothing like the hard metal box he had just spent the day in, and his clothes were comfortable and light. It was all a far cry from the lead that filled his bones, and flooded his veins, but it was still a major improvement from his former predicament.

Though he tried to open his mouth to speak, the only thing that escaped was a harsh, breathy sound. A cool voice from next to him whispered for him not to try to speak, but instead was met with a cold, moistness on his lips. Ezra relished the feeling of water running down his throat, putting out some of the fire that had resided there.

Contented, Ezra closed his eyes again and let himself drift back to sleep.

Sitting with Ezra as he slept was like torture for Kanan. He read all the pain that crosses his padawans features, and felt the fear that came in waves through the force. He did all he could to make the boy comfortable, but he still broke into fits of thrashing, shaking uncontrollably, and moving to cry out though no sound escaped his lips. And Kanan could do nothing to stop it. He could only wait there by his bedside, trying to comfort him with the force.

He wasn't alone though. He was also surrounded by all the other members of the crew, all perched in various places near the bunk. Hera was fondly brushing his hair away from his face with her fingers while whispering words to him in a language Kanan did not understand. Sabine was on his other side gripping Ezras hand tightly, while Zeb and Chopper stood protectively by their side.

An hour or so passed like this. Ezra had woken many times before then, most of them shaking like a leaf, or with tears streaming down his face, but he hadn't seemed very lucid. Now he was blinking awake calmly, and with recognition and relief in his eyes. Almost instantly, the atmosphere lifted, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Zeb even let out a small laugh.

Kanan was smiling, for real this time, "Hey kid, welcome back."

See, I told you it was longer than my other ones.

I really hope you enjoyed the ending, because I had a great time writing it. Acctually I had a great time writing all the chapters, and also getting to read your reviews and your fics. I will definitely be writing more in the future!

Cheers!

-Doodle