This is a scene I wanted to add on at the end of the last chapter, but ended up writing it seperate. Anyhow to let you guys know, this is the next to last chapter.

Hope you all enjoy!

After the trial was over, the family said their farewells to Morad and left. It had been a tiring day, and all they wanted was to go home to eat and then rest.

Ezra sat in the backseat, squeezed in between Sabine and Zeb. While the older two argued about what they should have for supper, Kanan noticed that the boy was silent, staring down at his lap. The man turned in the passenger seat to look at him.

"Kid, you okay?" His voice was almost lost in the racket that Sabine and Zeb were making. Still, it was loud enough for to catch Ezra's attention.

The teen looked up at the question and nodded. He was clearly tired, but his lips were curled up in a genuine smile.

"I'm fine. It's just so hard to believe he's gone." He replied, referring to Trevor.

"Feels like a dream."

By this time the other two had settled down and heard Ezra's words. With a small hint of mischief in his eyes, Zeb reached out and lightly pinched his arm. He laughed as the kid jumped.

"Does that feel like a dream to you?"

Ezra glared at him, swatting his arm.

Hera glanced up from her driving and looked at him through the rearview mirror. Despite her attempts to look stern, a small twinkle in her eyes gave her away as she scolded them.

"You two, stop picking on each other. Now, as for dinner, what do you guys think about ordering a pizza?

"Pepperoni!"

"How about veggi pizza?"

"Eww Zeb, that's just gross!"

"Hey, what's wrong with that?"

Kanan and Hera sighed as the kids started bickering again. Hera looked over at her husband, rolling her eyes.

"Guess things are back to normal, huh?"

"Yep." The man groaned as the squabbling in the backseat grew louder. Still, he knew he wouldn't have it any other way.

…

Everyone retired to bed early that night, after Ezra had yawned for the fiftieth time and Sabine's head had once again threatened to use her plate as a pillow. So the couple had taken charge and shooed the three off to their room. Finally, exhausted themselves, went to get some much needed rest.

Hera felt like she had barely drifted off before someone shook her arm, bringing her back to the real world. She forced her heavy eyes open to find the large blurry shape above her. She blinked, finally making out who it was.

"Zeb?" She sat up straight in bed.

"What's wrong?" Beside her, Kanan stirred at her voice. Blearily green eyes opened to look at her. Sleepily her rose up and fumbled for the switch of the bedside lamp, flooding the room with its soft glow.

"Sorry for wakin' you two." Zeb offered. "But it's about the kid."

"Ezra?" Now Kanan was as alert as she was, shooting upright as if someone had shot off a gun.

"What about him? Is he alright?"

"Why don't you ask him?" Zeb moved to reveal the boy in question, trying to hide behind him.

"Kid?"

Ezra crossed his arms, glaring at the floor as his bangs fell to cover his eyes from view. When he refused to answer, the older of the two supplied the explanation for him.

"He started kickin' in his sleep. Then he kept talking and crying for help, saying everyone's name's over and over.

"Did not!" Ezra protested hotly, though his gaze was stilled lowered.

"Ezra." He couldn't help cringing at Hera's tone. While not angry, her voice was still stern. It reminded him of when he was small, when his mother could tell he had done something he shouldn't and expected the full story.

"Ezra, come here." She patted the sheets beside her. Ezra shuffled over, plopping down where she had motioned to. Zeb cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Well, uh, I guess I'll just…go back to bed now." He exited quickly, shutting the door behind him.

Once he had left, both Kanan and Hera turned back to the teen. The woman reached out, resting a hand on his knee.

"Talk to us." She murmured gently. "What's wrong?"

Ezra's body, if possible, grew even stiffer at her words. He curled in on himself tighter.

"It's not important," He muttered.

"Zeb apparently thought it was." Kanan threw back the sheets, scooting over so he sat on the teen's opposite side. He bumped shoulders with him affectionately.

"Come on, what happened?"

Ezra slumped in defeat. One thing he had learned in his short time staying with this family, was that they were stubborn. They wouldn't leave him alone until they had answers and he knew it. He sighed.

"Just a bad dream, that's all." He said softly.

He felt Hera remove her hand from his knee, only to reach up underneath his hair and lay it on his cheek. He uncoiususly leaned into the touch, feeling the calluses from years of work on her fingertips. Rough, yet gentle, like the person they belonged to.

"Care telling us what you dreamed about?"

Ezra hesitated for only a moment, trying to force back the lump in his throat, and the burning sensation in his eyes.

"It was about my parents…and you guys."

The hand froze at that. Then she lightly tapped his chin with one finger, silently asking him to continue.

"It was the day that mom and dad were killed. Only you all were there too. He...he killed all of you! I couldn't move or anything, and everyone just laid there and…" His throat closed up as the brutal dream filled his mind once again. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

Hera didn't hesitate. She pulled him into her arms, embracing him as he tried to keep his emtions under control. As he buried his face in her shoulder, he felt Kanan's hand on his head, large fingers pulling through the dark locks. Their touches were understanding, telling him it was alright to be this vurenable, to be open in front of them. And at that, every shred of shame faded away, and he let himself give in to the hot tears.

Neither of the three spoke. Hera just rocked him as he cried, cooing to him gently. Kanan simply kept stroking his hair.

Finally Ezra calmed down enough to pull away from the soothing caresses. He sniffled, wiping the sleeve of his nightshirt across his face.

"I'm sorry…"

"Hey." Kanan squeezed his shoulder. "It's okay. There's nothing wrong in needing someone to lean on. That's what we're here for."

Ezra nodded before letting out a hiccup. He looked exhausted, like he was about to pass out any second. But Hera could still see fear in his eyes. He was scared, afraid to go back to his room and live through another nightmare.

A thought struck her. She looked over Ezra's head to meet Kanan's gaze. The man could tell what she was thinking.

He pushed himself back to his side of the mattress. Ezra was waiting for them to kick him out and send him to his room any minute. He was surprised when instead Kanan took his arm, gently tugging him next to the man instead. It only took a moment to realize what Kanan wanted.

"But…I…"

"No buts." Hera said lightly as she crawled in on his opposite side.

"You are staying here tonight and that's that."

Ezra huffed, but settled down. As he curled up between them, he muttered under his breath, "I'm way too old for this." Kanan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.

"You're never too old." Hera pulled the covers up over him.

"Now go to sleep. You've had a long day." She then switched the light off, bathing the room in darkness.

Despite his reluctance, it wasn't long until Ezra was out like a light, Hera not too far behind them.

In the darkness, Kanan could make out the faint sounds of their breaths, soft and even. He smiled just before letting out a yawn. He was surprised that he wasn't asleep before them, his entire body feeling like it was made out of head, and his brain foggy from his exhaustion.

He carefully shifted so he could throw his arm over the both of them, hand resting on Hera's forearm. She seemed to relax even more at his touch, sinking even deeper into the mattress.

As her movement, Ezra stirred. Still asleep, he shifted closer to Kanan, instinctively moving toward his body heat. It wasn't until he was pressed against the man did he settle back down, his head curled near Kanan's chest.

Kanan smiled. He reached to stroke Hera's hair gently, at the same time lowering his head slightly to rest his chin on the boy's messy hair. A sense of peace enveloped him as he once again drifted off into slumber.