"When you live for someone, you're prepared to die for them."

Ezra had heard those words long ago from a stupid radio play his father had listened to. He hadn't understood them, he never had a chance to understand them between childish innocence and then the harsh street life he had been left to grow up in.

On the street you lived for no one but yourself. Every meal could be your last, every drop of water and every breath. That was what he had come to learn. Savor every day as if it was your last, be careful, plan well and try to get by. The wounds and scars was just evidence that you survived.

And then he meet them.

The Ghost crew. And the sensation of having someone to care for him again, who actually made sure he ate, drank and had medication of all things...

He had become dependent on it. He never wanted to lose it.

He was never going to lose his family again.

So when he, Hera and Zeb encountered the two Inquisitors while rummaging through a dimly old base...

He knew what those words meant while drawing his lightsaber. Because he knew that Zeb and Hera didn't have a lot to stand up to the Inquisitors with, and he couldn't bring much but a delay on his own.

"...Hey Hera." He murmured, shifting a bit while keeping his eyes on the smirking Seventh Sister.

"Ezra." The pilot said warily while aiming her blasters.

"When you see Kanan, tell him he better not leave me behind."

It was all the warning the Twi'lek and the Lasat got before Ezra Force threw them backwards to the place they had come from before jamming his lightsaber into the circuits, giving them a half smile as the door closed, leaving him trapped on the other side of the bolt door with the dark Force users.

"Ezra!"

The cry died as the door slammed down and Ezra focused his attention back on them.

"Oh bravo my brave little boy." The Seventh sister cooed, smirking ever so slightly. The Fifth brother smirked beside her, his lightsaber already humming and glowing.

Ezra just snorted, keeping the fear down while shifting. "Yes, yes, I've heard that a few times now. Got anything new to tell me or should we just cross blades?" He gave a half-bow to them, eyes never leaving.

It was a mocking bow too, his eyes full of taunt.

It got a growl out of the Fifth Brother and he attacked, moving quickly. 'Easy to anger, use it to your advantage Ezra. He's big and you're small. If I can just make them fight long enough, humor me...' Blue meet red.

He knew he had no chance against him. Especially not two Inquisitors at the same time.

But he could pull the time out until Kanan came.

Or he would get captured.

His stomach squirmed uneasily with the idea of another captivity. As if something was burrowing inside him.

His second of hesitation gave the Fifth Brother a opening and Ezra gave a yell of pain as the lightsaber cut through his upper thigh, causing him to stumble back. He panted, staring at them as the Seventh Sister laughed wickedly.

"Don't aim for his face. He's to pretty to have his face scratched up even more and I'd like to play with him once we have him." She cooed and something slimy settled in Ezra's stomach at those words. Last time they meet, she hadn't touched him, not like that but if he was captured properly, brought to wherever they had base...

"You fascination for pretty things is misleading. We should kill him and be done with it." The hulking form of Fifth Brother grunted.

"Oh you shortsighted fool. The boy is a padawan. His captured would lead to his master following his trail. We use him to get the others and get more information. We win. Or well, I win since this is my idea." She smirked smugly before activating her blade. "Are you ready pretty one?"

She didn't give Ezra time to answer before she attacked and Ezra could tell she was playing with him. Just playing. He had gotten stronger but that didn't mean he could fight the two at the same time because each time Seventh let up on him, Fifth attacked and he attacked ruthlessly.

Ezra could feel the strain in his body not to mention the burning from his thigh and he was slowing down, his body shaking even as he did his best to defend himself. But for every move, he was barely dodging or avoiding the red blades now.

'Should be grateful I'm not bleeding.' He thought hazily before the Force pinged in, just a second warning before his back hit solid metal. Blue eyes shot behind him in surprise, his back against the wall.

Seventh Sister took that chance and with one yank, lifted Ezra of his feet, keeping him suspended against the wall as she squeezed lightly, smirking at the choked noises coming from the boy. "There we go. Well this was fun, actually proved a tiny bit challenging." She laughed as Ezra dropped his weapon, his hands going to his throat as if to fend of a invisible attacker.

She eased her grip on his throat, smirking when Ezra drew in deep gulps of air. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to kill you yet." She purred before looking at Fifth Brother. "And neither shall he." She looked back, blue meeting yellow.

"You're going to be the damsel in distress dear. Because they will come for you. As always. Brave boy. You should feel happy, I'm not going to scar your face anymore then it is." She touched the old burn scars from the Grand Inquisitors lightsaber with her slender fingers.

"Please by the First Light, stop touching me you creepy cougar. Sithspit, you should have seen the others last time I talked about you." Ezra tried cockily, trying to get her to stop touching him. "Thought you'd preyed on me."

However she didn't pull back in revulsion. No, she smiled.

"Now there's a idea my brave boy." She ideally mused and Ezra felt a far different fear stab through his body. And then she backhanded him, harshly. For such a delicate hand, she hit like a transport shuttle in speed Ezra thought before he slumped in her grip, blood leaking from his nose as he was in the grip of two Inquisitors.

()()()()()()

"Here?" Kanan stared at the shut door before looking at Zeb and Hera for confirmation. Then he started cutting through the door, getting it big enough for Zeb to walk through. He could feel no one on the other side and Ezra's side of the bond was quiet, a indication that he was just unconscious the only thing that kept Kanan calm.

As long as he wasn't dead yet, Kanan could handle it. He could find and rescue his wayward padawan.

His wayward son.

He used the Force to push the metal slab out and stepped in, lightsaber on the ready despite not feeling anything. You never knew if there were traps or mechs.

But the whole hall was deserted. There were evidence of a fight of course and Zeb growled unhappily as he looked around. "He was right here. He threw us back Kanan and slammed his lightsaber into the circuits, we swear. He's picking up to much of your behavior."

But Kanan was no longer listening as he stepped towards something against a wall, slowly lowering himself on one knee to pick it up before showing it to the others.

Ezra's lightsaber.

Author note: Update! I am feeling fine, I'm good, my surgery went FINE. Everyone, I'm all good. On that subject, THANK you all for the support and love. I'm overwhelmed with it honestly. So here, enjoy another one with a cliffhanger!