Disney Syndulla, you wanted family fluff, have some family fluff woth a special touch of Bread Thief angst! (I also may or may not have made another Hunger Games reference.)

Summary: The day Ezra snapped was a day the crew wanted to forget.

Kanan knew it wasn't going to be a good day when he sensed the stress coming off of Ezra in waves. The last few missions had been rough and dealing with General Jackass wasn't helping. Combined with the assignments, his medical training, his Jedi training, learning the secrets of the holocron, Vartoc, and the fact that he was still suffering from PTSD, Ezra's mental state was starting the crumble once again.

Kanan decided to help Ezra meditate, thinking it would help.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

Ezra couldn't focus and fifteen minutes into the session, it was clear the padawan was getting frustrated.

Suddenly, Ezra stood up, unable to meditate any longer.

"Hey!" Kanan snapped. "We aren't done here!"

"Well I am!"

Ezra stormed to the fresher and began rinsing his face with water.

He heard voices asking what happened, but he didn't care.

"Ezra?" Hera asked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Ezra replied bluntly.

"No, you're not," Kanan retorted. "You're stressed. Talking will help."

"I said I'm fine."

Soon, all of the Spectres had heard the commotion and were trying to get Ezra to talk.

"You can tell us anything. You know that right?"

"Come on Ezra!"

"Talk to us!"

"Let it out!"

"We won't judge!"

Ezra snapped.

"JUST SHUT UP!"

In a fit of rage, Ezra slammed his palm against the mirror. The glass cracked underneath his bare hand, distorting his reflection. His hand began to burn as blood dripped from the cuts formed by the sharp cracks. Tears began slipping down the boy's face while the other crew members stared at him, their faces a mixture of shock and concern. Ezra was breathing heavily, visibly shaking.

"J-just leave me alone!" Ezra snapped, his voice cracking. "Please..."

He staggered out of the ship, trembling from rage, anxiety, and the chilly evening air. Ezra's hand stung from the cuts. In the back of his mind, he knew he needed to get them bandaged, but he didn't care at the moment. He took off. He vaguely heard Kanan calling for him but Ezra just kept going. He grabbed one of the sensors that deflected the Krykna spiders and ran out of the base.

Ezra had no idea how long he ran. When he finally stopped he collapsed against a rock structure and tried to pull himself together. In frustration, he ripped off his jacket, wadded it into a ball, and screamed into it. He refused to cry though. He needed to be strong. He was carrying more and more on his shoulders and he needed to prove that he could handle it.

Who was he kidding? Breaking that mirror didn't help that cause at all.

He curled up into a ball and rocked himself back and forth in a futile attempt at providing himself with some comfort. After a while, Ezra had calmed himself slightly. He was still unable to have coherent thoughts, but he no longer felt the need to scream. In his muddled mind, Ezra knew he should start making his way back, but he wasn't ready, not to mention he was so tired. He uncurled himself and leaned against the rock, taking deep breaths. He was tired. His hand was hurting. He was shaking.

Ezra had no idea how long he sat there before exhaustion overcame him. Two bright lights blinded him and he knew no more...

Ezra could not remember falling asleep at all. He felt warm, and he soon realized that warmth was from the multiple blankets he was cocooned in. He also noticed that he was lying on something soft. He opened his eyes and found that he was in Hera's room.

What had happened? How did he get in Hera's room? He sat up, still physically and emotionally shaking from his breakdown and found that his jacket and boots, and equipment had been removed. Whoever brought him here must have stripped him of everything except his shirt and pants and put him to bed.

Ezra looked down at his hand and found that it was bandaged. He barely remembered breaking that mirror the night before. All he could remember was taking off and screaming into his jacket.

A set of soft thumping noises alerted Ezra to someone entering the room.

"Karabast. How am I going to explain this one? I probably scared them to death..."

The door opened and Ezra took a deep breath. He needed to act strong and not fragile like he did last night. He looked up at Kanan and Sabine's concerned faces. Ezra opened his mouth, about to say something, but a sob came out instead.

So much for being strong...

Kanan and Sabine were at Ezra's side instantly. Sabine ran her hand through Ezra's soft hair and shushed him while Kanan wrapped his arms around him. Under their gentle touches, Ezra's sobs became loud wails.

Kanan pressed Ezra's head into his shoulder and rested his head on top of Ezra's. Sabine shifted and rubbed Ezra's back as the boy continued to bawl. They stayed there until Ezra cried himself back to sleep.

When Ezra came around again, he felt much better. He was less shaky and felt less stressed. The first thing he registered was someone holding his hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sabine looking at him, her face full of concern. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

Ezra answered in a soft voice. "Better than I did before."

"That's good."

After a few minutes of unbearable silence, Ezra's stomach growled. He suddenly wondered how long he slept.

Sabine perked up at the sound and Ezra blushed. She stood up, her hand releasing Ezra's. "I'll be right back with some food."

Ezra grabbed her wrist. Sabine turned to him. "What is it?"

"Don't go," Ezra whimpered. "Please. I don't want to be alone right now..."

Sabine nodded and sat back down before picking up her comlink. "Hera, could you bring some food? Ezra's awake."

"Be right there."

"Where is everyone?" Ezra asked.

"After you fell back asleep, Hera kicked Kanan out of the room so he could rest. He and Zeb were out all night searching for you. Zeb's also sleeping. You had us worried sick."

"I'm sorry," Ezra sighed. "I don't know what came over me."

"Hera says stress makes us do crazy things," Sabine replied softly. "We're just glad you're okay."

"How long did I sleep?"

"About twelve hours total, maybe more depending on how long you slept before we found you."

The door slid open and Hera entered with a bowl of stew resting on a tray. Sabine helped Ezra sit up before Hera placed the tray on his lap and handed him a spoon. Ezra scarfed down the stew, which wasn't surprising considering the fact that he hadn't eaten for a while. When he was finished, Sabine took the tray out of the room, leaving Ezra and Hera alone. Hera sat on the bed next to Ezra and wrapped an arm around him.

"I'm sorry for scaring you..." Ezra mumbled.

"Don't be," Hera replied. "You've been through so much. You had to get it off your shoulders. Just...next time you feel upset, talk to one of us. Don't let it get as bad as it did, okay?"

"Okay..." Ezra relaxed into Hera's shoulder and after a few seconds, smiled, feelimg like a small burden was off of his shoulders.

How was that? This is my first time writing a mental breakdown so I hope I did okay.