There are probably all kinds of errors littered through this chapter. I've had horrible writers block for the past month and for me it just doesn't affect my ability to create ideas but also causes me to have issues with getting basic ideas onto paper. This is also the reason for why its so short. I also posted this to AO3 a while back so some of you who keep up with the AO3 archives may have already read this chapter...

Kanan jolted up, letting out a small yell and almost hitting his head on the bunk above him. After rubbing his hand through his untied hair he put his head in his hands, shaking slightly as he tried to rid that nightmare from his head. Tears began to well up in his eyes at how real the nightmare felt, how he swore he could even still feel the wet, sticky blood on his body from Hera's open wounds.

"Kanan? Are you alright? I heard a yell and thought you might be having another—" Hera stopped as she spotted Kanan hunched over, face in his hands and shaking.

"Kanan what wrong?" Hera asked, quickly moving from her spot at the door over next to Kanan's bunk.

Kanan was quick to respond, rubbing the tears from his eyes with the palms of his hands and composing himself to look up at the worried Twi'lek pilot.

"I'm fine Hera, it was nothing."

"It sure didn't sound like nothing with that yell you let out…" Hera said, kneeling down next to the bunk and placing one of her hands on Kanan's shoulder.

"I promise Hera, I'm fine… Nothing I couldn't handle…" Kanan said, turning to swing his legs over the side of the bunk, "I need to eat something soon…" Kanan said, ready to stand and make his way to the kitchen area to at least grab a ration bar or something so fill is stomach.

"I can bring you something to eat, Kanan." Hera said, putting her hands in front of Kanan to keep him from standing up. She didn't want him to fall again and seeing how unexpected the pain and spasms were, she didn't want to risk anything.

"Hera, I know I had a fall, but I can survive on my own." Kanan said, proceeding to stand up. He took a step forward, almost expecting there to be a shot of pain going up his leg, but to his luck there was no pain at all. Hera didn't respond to Kanan's comment, she only watched as he found a clean, white baggy t-shirt on his side table and carefully pulled it over his head. He has been sitting around in nothing but a pair of shorts since they got back on the Ghost and while his crew didn't mind, he did and wanted to cover up a little more.

Hera watched as Kanan pulled his shirt on and messily pulled his hair back, his movements slow but routine. Hera then followed Kanan, the pair of them leaving the room to head to the Kitchen.

Entering the Common Room, Kanan was greeted with a pair of deep blue eyes staring at him in confusion.

"Kanan? I thought you were supposed to be resting…" Ezra asked, staring up from a little contraption he was working on. Kanan sighed, rubbing his hand on his face.

"Resting doesn't mean just being cooped up in bed. I just can't go on missions with you guys." Kanan said, looking towards Ezra.

"But what about the pain?" Ezra pieced together some small parts to his little project before looking back up at Kanan.

"I can handle a little bit of pain, Ezra." Kanan said, turning back towards the door to the kitchen. Once he entered, he started looking around at what they had. A few bottles of milk, some rationbars… waffles…

He decided on the ration bar, as they were quick and easy. He sat down at the small kitchen table and began to nibble at the bar. He forgot how tasteless the things were. But when he was younger, this was all he really had on the field. Because of this, he learned to deal with their taste, or lack there of.

Moments after he started eating, Hera walked into the kitchen. She got herself some water and then took a seat across the table from Kanan.

The room was silent except for the chewing noises from Kanan.

"How do you feel Kanan?" Hera asked, breaking the silence between the two of them.

Kanan took another bite from his bar, chewing it slowly. He stared off at the kitchen counters, tired and kind of wanting to go back to bed.

"I feel fine. No pain." He said as he finished off his bar. He moved to stand up, but Hera put a hand out to him, placing it on his own hand that he had placed on the table to help him get up.

"Kanan… please talk to me." Hera gave him a look of worry. She wanted to make sure he was ok.

"There's nothing to talk about, Hera. I promise I'm fine." Kanan said, continueing to stand up. He tried to take his hand away from Hera's, but she just held on tighter.

"Kanan, that yelp you made earlier wasnt nothing. What happened? Did you have more pain?" Hera asked, standing up herself to face Kanan. She looked at him, worry plastered on her thin face.

Kanan sighed, looking from Hera's face down to their hands.

"It was a nightmare… It was nothing though I don't really want to talk-" Kanan said, sentence cut off by Hera.

"Kanan…." She warned. She didn't like being intrusive, but from the 5 years they've lived together she learned that if she didn't act a little intrusive Kanan would never talk to you about anything personal. And with the current situation, she needed to make sure he was going to be ok.

"…Fine…" Kanan sighed, "The Inquisitor showed up in my dream… He… He killed Zeb… and Sabine… and…" He stopped, his dream replaying in his mind.

Hera waited, her hands having found Kanan's other hand. She held them both, rubbing her thumbs over the tops of them in a comforting manner. The feeling of Hera's hands in his kept Kanan grounded.

"Ezra… He was dead too," Kanan looked Hera in the eyes, "I… I found you half alive… you were trying to warn me… but then you…" Kanan squeezed Hera's hands in his.

"Oh, Kanan…" Hera removed her hands from his, pulling him into a hug. He didn't need to finish his sentence for her to know what happened.

"The dream felt so real… It felt like I lost everything again..." Kanan said, hugging Hera's thin frame close to his body. Kanan felt his throat begin to grow tight, something blocking it. He pushed that feeling down, "Its ts not worth dwelling over, though..." He says as he pulls away from the hug, looking towards the door.

Hera looked at him, eyes pleading him not to close himself off. She knows he's not the kind of person to dwell on sadness, even if its hard, but that worried her. But, despite her worry, she follows suit with Kanan, dropping the subject.

Kanan still had his hand intertwined with Hera's hand, which was lacking their usual gloves, her skin feeling unusual against his. The skin-to-skin contact helped though, made him feel grounded. Reminded him that Hera is right here, that this is not a dream.

Kanan squeezed her hand, "I'm… gonna go back to my cabin." He started.. "Still kind of tired."

Hera smiled to him, squeezing his hand back as reassurance that he's ok, "Ok, love." Hera said.

Hera watched as Kanan quietly left the kitchen area, retreating back to his room.