Kanan frowned, sitting up slowly. He'd felt...something.

Slowly he pushed himself out of his body, reaching out to the people in the Ghost, brushing against Hera first, Sabine, Zeb and...there. Ezra.

Ezra was not in his bunk.

A gentle, hesitant tap on his shield made him follow it to the galley, showing him exactly where the teenager was. The padawan had felt his master search out and had responded so not to cause any panic, though his touch had been hesitant.

Kanan got up carefully, still feeling tender from his stint with the Inquisitor and the battle.

Slowly he made his way to the galley where Ezra was standing, holding onto a cup of something smoking. "Hey...aren't you suppose to be asleep? The burns bothering you?" Kanan asked quietly, slowly sitting down beside the teen.

"...No, Hera put bacta on them...just...couldn't I guess." He shrugged, blue eyes tracing how gingerly Kanan moved. A spike of anger went through the bond and Kanan looked at Ezra quickly.

"...Okay, talk to me. What's going on?" He frowned a bit, worried about his padawan.

Ezra looked down, frowning into the cup.

"Ez-"

"They didn't come to save you." Ezra's tone held a note of fury and sadness. "They were going to abandon you to the Inquisitor, to the Empire." He tightened his grip on his cup, a slight tremor going through his entire body and through the Force. "They were going to let you die."

Kanan blinked. "Ezra..."

"How could they? You've done so much for everyone on Lothal. And they were willing to sacrifice you. Its not fair, they shouldn't have made that call and Hera was going to go along with it, with their orders." He gritted his teeth, struggling against his own thoughts.

Kanan took a deep breath. "...No...Perhaps not. But you came. You all came."

"We wouldn't have if I hadn't gone to Vizago, we wouldn't have known where to look or what to do." Ezra stared into the cup.

"But you did. You went. You got the information needed and you acted. And you struck a blow against the Empire."

"Yeah and got Tarkin town burned with everyone there in the Empire's custody." Ezra looked away, frowning bitterly.

"...Yes...we...they know us now. They know what we are and who we are. Every action we take has a reaction on the opposite side. We need to think about that every time we do a run now." Kanan sighed.

"...They still had no right to deny us the right to rescue you... and they only came because I went in there. You heard her, Ahsoka, they came because I went in and because my voice was the one on the transmission that got people talking." Another spike of fury went through the Force.

"She came bec-"

"Because if the Empire snuffed me out people would stop talking again." Ezra looked at Kanan, face twisted in righteous anger and fear. "But I wouldn't have spoken out if it wasn't for you, for the Ghost crew. I wouldn't BE here if it wasn't for you all and they can't just throw you away like...like..."

Ezra hiccuped and Kanan reached out, dragging the teen into his arms, cupping him tightly, the cup abandoned on the table as Ezra dug his fingers into the fabric of Kanan's shirt.

"...They can't abandon you, they can't throw you away like you don't matter. I won't let them." He whispered against the green fabric.

"I'm not leaving you Ezra." He squeezed the teens shoulders, reaching out soothingly against the frazzled sense that was Ezra's Force.

"That's not wh-"

"Ezra..."

"...You already did once though..."

"Not willingly. I won't leave you willingly Ezra. If anyone is taking me, they're going to meet a fight on the way." Kanan reached down and cupped Ezra's chin, forcing the other to look up at him, staring into eyes so blue they looked like a bottomless ocean.

"...You promise?" Ezra swallowed, staring back at the man who had taken him in, given him purpose and training.

Who had given him what Ezra had needed more then anything else in the the whole galaxy.

A family.

"I give you my word Ezra. If they want to take a victory against us, against me, they'll have to drag me kicking and screaming away from you and this crew. This family." He said firmly before tucking Ezra right back against his chest.

"I'm not leaving you Ezra as long as you need me, I am NOT leaving."

"...Okay..." Ezra whispered, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose.

Kanan looked up and gave a slight nod to where Hera was standing, the pilot nodding gently in return before leaving the two to their own, trusting Kanan to settle the deep rooted fears Ezra was screaming out at a world that wouldn't listen.

But they would listen.

The Ghost crew would listen to the screams and they would always come and sooth them.

Nothing could stop that.

Author note: And with this I have offically watched all of season one, hurray! Now I have moved far into the second one and you will all HATE me for the next chapter and I can't wait for it mwuahahaha! ...No really, you guys are gonna hate me for it, I am going to adore the angst and become the strongest sith queen to ever rise. All the suffering! So enjoy this fluff while ya can