I'm back!

And I decided to update after all because of three reasons.

Reason 1: I had time after all.

Reason 2: It's Star Wars Day!

Reason 3: Last Saturday marked a huge milestone. We officially made it without Rebels for one month! Yay!

I have been paying attention to the polls, and to all you people wanting a Zeb fic, you patience is being rewarded! Here you go!

Beware of mentions of alcohol.

Summary: With what's happened, Zeb could really use a drink. Takes place one week after Doctors and Devastation.

Zeb sat inside the kitchen, staring at a bottle. He knew it was a bad idea. Hera would not be pleased if he got drunk, but with what happened, he deserved at least one moment of indulgence...right?

The Lasat sighed and opened the bottle. Everything was so messed up. He had to move into the Phantom in order to get any decent amount of sleep because of Ezra's nightmares. He knew the arrangement was only temporary, as Ezra would be moving into Kanan's room soon, but Zeb was more than content in the Phantom. His old cabin held way too many memories of the boy who emotionally died on that blasted planet. The drink burned going down Zeb's throat, and it held quite a kick, but it was perfect for forgetting.

Zeb found himself wishing he could bury his bo-rifle into the sleemos responsible for what had happened. Maul, Vader, especially Maul. Maul's action crippled one member of his family and turned another into a shell of a person. With Ahsoka gone, the fleet was in shambles. With Kanan's sight gone, the crew was in shambles. And he didn't even want to get started on the affect of basically losing his little brother.

A few hours later, Zeb's head was starting to pound. He was starting to feel the effects of being drunk and forgetting. It felt good, even though Zeb knew it was wrong. He had gone through two bottles of the stuff, and while that stuff was cheap, it was pretty hard to find. Hera would most definitely bite his head off if the stupid hangover didn't get him first. Zeb shook his head and grabbed a third bottle.

He really shouldn't be doing this.

Zeb felt like hell by the time he decided enough was enough. Three bottles of one of the strongest drinks in the galaxy would do that to you. He was going to go through absolute torture as a hangover was now inevitable. He could still think straight to some degree, but that was about it.

Zeb killed the next few minutes glaring at the table before he glanced at the chrono. 0300 hours. He really needed to go to bed. He was about to stand up, sights set on the small trash can he would definitely need come morning, when the door slid open.

Zeb looked up. "Ezra?"

Ezra looked outright exhausted. There were bags under his eyes and he was as pale as a sheet. He was thin, trembling, and he looked like he was ready to shatter at every given moment.

Zeb wanted to talk to him, but Kanan had already told him there would be no answer coming. Zeb wanted to scream when Kanan broke the news. Zeb told Ezra he would be back. This wasn't the bright eyed loth rat that watched the sunset with him that night that seemed so long ago even though it had only been seven weeks. Ezra wasn't back and Zeb wanted to rip his fur out in anguish.

Zeb's thoughts were broken by Ezra staring at the bottle. It didn't take a genius to know what the teenager was thinking.

"Uh uh." Zeb moved the bottle slightly away from Ezra. "It's bad enough I did this. Last thing I need to to have to take of you while we're both hungover."

Ezra didn't seem to listen. He reached out towards the bottle and Zeb swiped it out of arm's reach. "Karabast kid, I said NO!"

He was too rough. Zeb realized this the moment Ezra flinched and backed away, hurt in his eyes. Zeb sighed. "I'm sorry, but drinkin' won't solve anythin'. I am an idiot for thinkin' that and I'm goin' to get hell for it come morning."

Ezra stared at him for a moment as Zeb locked the bottle away for good measure. He stood up, wobbling a bit, and noticed the dark circles under Ezra's dull eyes. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asked.

Ezra sighed and looked down. Zeb's face softened. "You couldn't, couldn't you?"

Ezra didn't respond instead, he grabbed Zeb's arm and pulled him away from the table.

"What are you doin' kid?" Zeb asked. Ezra dragged the Lasat all the way to where he had a bed set up in the Phantom. After giving Zeb a look that clearly told him to stay put, Ezra disappeared. Zeb groaned as the alcohol finally got to him and he collapsed onto the bed. A few minutes later, Ezra came in with a small trash can, an icepack that had yet to be activated, a few painkillers, a bottle of water, a pair of sunglasses, and Zeb's comlink. He set them in convenient locations and turned out the light before leaving.

Zeb shook his head. How exactly did Ezra how to help hangovers? Personally, he didn't want to know. With a soft chuckle, he closed his eyes, hoping he could sleep off the hangover.

When Zeb awoke the next morning, he had a headache, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. Zeb glanced at a nearby chrono. It was nearly 1100 hours.

Satisfied that he had slept off the hangover, Zeb got up and took the pain pills for good measure. He left the Phantom and made his way to the common room where-

He stopped walking almost immediately when he saw it. Kanan and Hera was talking silently, Hera's arm around a sleeping form that was positioned between them. Ezra was passed out on the couch, head resting on the Twi'lek's shoulder.

Zeb's shocked face turned into a grin.

"Finally got him to sleep huh?" he whispered.

Hera nodded. "Everything finally got to him. He's too out of it to have nightmares so he'll at least be rested. I see you're not hungover."

Zeb smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I...uh...slept it off I guess."

"Good, then you can help us get him to bed," Kanan replied with a grin as he adjusted the bandages around his eyes, motioning to his sleeping padawan. "We didn't want to risk waking him."

"Yeah. No problem," Zeb replied. "Nothin' can wake that up. He's out cold. How'd you do it?"

"We didn't," Hera chuckled. "We found him slumped on the table. Pretty cute actually." Zeb chuckled as Hera moved to let Zeb grab him.

"Put him in my room. Bottom bunk," Kanan said as he pushed Ezra towards the Lasat. "I'm going in there to meditate in a few minutes anyway."

Zeb nodded and placed the teenager over his shoulder. Ezra grunted at the movement, but didn't wake. Zeb carefully went into Kanan's room, and laid Ezra down. He noticed a discarded blanket on the top bunk and rolled his eyes. He yanked it off of the bed and threw it over Ezra before leaving the room.

I apologize for the anticlimacticness but I knew if I went further I would over do it.

I now have an idea about where I want to go with this. I am milking every bit of freedom I have before canon takes over in July, meaning I may go into a bit of Season 3, and I will not rest until I have depleted your tissue boxes! MWAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha...anyway... I heard that there will be a six month time skip between seasons two and three...and I'm already at two months. I know I said screw canon but...time skips are hard to ignore. Oh well.

One more thing before I go. If need ideas for stories, don't hesitate to PM me. I love helping out with writer's block!

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As always, until next time!

And May the Fourth be with you, always!