Hello! This chapter was suppose to come out yesterday, but I kept on getting some error report? Did anyone else get this, or was it just me? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 5 - Parenting

Ezra was in no mood to open the door. He heard Zeb's banging, but soon he finally gave up. Ezra sighed, having avoided any awkward conversation about the fight. He was sitting on the floor, resting his head on his knees with his back leaning against the bunk.

He did not want to hide away in his room, but he could not face the crew with his blood shot eyes and sour mood. They all knew that he got into a fight, and he knew Kanan would be disappointed. He was upset, frustrated. He thought that kids would stop bullying each other when they were older; but he had been proven wrong.

Knocking on his door interrupted him from his thoughts. He sighed, not wanting to face anyone and be forced to talk about what had happened. Thinking it was Zeb again, Ezra was surprised that Hera's muffled voice came from outside the room.

"Ezra? It's Hera. Can I come in?" Ezra grimaced, not wanting to hurt Hera's feeling, but he had to stay in his shell if he wanted to avoid the topic.

"Go away."

There was a slight pause before Hera continued.

"Ezra, I don't know what's wrong, but you can't stay in there. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. Go away." Ezra felt worse for having to shut Hera out like this. She had been nice to him from the moment he stepped onto her ship, and this was how he repaid her.

"Ezra, I'm coming in." Kanan's voice echoed throughout the room. Ezra mentally face palmed for forgetting that Kanan could use the force as he heard the door to his room slide open. But he did not want to look up at his master.

He knew that what he did went against the Jedi order, but he had just been so angry, and let his emotions take over. Ezra knew that he was disappointed, and could not bear to look up and see his face.

After a few moments, he felt a breeze and heard Kanan sit down on the bottom bunk. Still, Ezra refused to remove his head from atop of his knees. Kanan spoke up after a few moments of silence.

"Ezra…It's okay." He said, and Ezra looked up.

"No, it's not." He saw Kanan looking into his blue eyes, and knowing that they were probably blood shot, Ezra quickly turned his head away.

Kanan did not know how to comfort his padawan. He knew that Ezra was hurting, but he did not want to push him to open up. The last time he had done that, he had used the dark side of the force. Kanan stifled a shudder, not wanting that to happen again. He turned back to Ezra.

"Ezra, you can sense something, can't you?" Ezra bit his lip, and turned back to face Kanan. He made eye contact, but he lowered his eyes before he spoke.

"Yeah, I did."

"What is it?"

"It was nothing. Just a bad feeling."

"How so?"

"What do you care? It doesn't matter. Sabine blew the mission." Ezra stood up in frustration, and looked back down at the ground. "…I blew the mission."

"Ezra, it's alright. You'll try again tomorrow."

"Wait, tomorrow?" Ezra whipped around to face Kanan. "What do you mean, tomorrow?"

Kanan grimaced at the detail he had let slip. "Yeah, Ezra, about that. We're going to try to get the information one more time. It'll stretch our time limit, but-"

"No." Kanan looked up at the young boy who had cut him off.

"Ezra, what do you mean no?"

"No. I'm not going back there. Sabine can go herself."

"Look, Ezra, I know that you don't want to talk about it, but I know that you got picked on by-"

"You don't know anything." Ezra said coldly, and walked toward the door, about to leave.

"Ezra, we have to get the data disk. It will only be one more day. You can't let your emotions distract you from the mission." Ezra froze in place, and his shoulders slumped.

"Just one more day?"

"Yes, I promise." A few moments later, Ezra let out a sigh.

"Okay, fine. One more day."

But before Kanan could respond to Ezra, the door slid shut, leaving Kanan alone.

Kanan was worried. The mission was taking its toll on his padawan, but Sabine needed someone to watch her back during the mission. Kanan sighed. He needed to talk to her next.

Who knew that parenting was so hard?

Kanan knocked on Sabine's door, and after hearing a 'come in,' he did so. Sabine was standing with her spray painter in hand, looking at one of her murals.

"Sabine, can we talk?"

"Is this about Ezra? Because I have no clue what happened," Sabine responded, not even glancing at Kanan, who raised his eyebrows in suspicion.

"I think you do." This elicited a reaction from Sabine, who finally turned around to look at him.

"Look, it wasn't my fault he got into a fight. I don't even know how it started."

"I know that, Sabine."

"Then why are you asking?"

"I just want to know why you didn't stop him when the fight broke out." Sabine took in a breath before answering.

"Well, I kind of wasn't exactly there at the time."

"Wait, what?" Kanan had a confused look on his face, complementary to the one Sabine had, which was more of a guilty look.

"I-" Sabine stopped herself, and realization came across her face, and she sighed. "I got distracted." Sabine looked down at the floor, avoiding looking at Kanan. "Ezra was right. It was my fault." Sabine stooped onto her bad, sitting down. "I just wanted to-. I didn't think he would-."

"Sabine, it's not your fault; everyone makes mistakes. Tomorrow you'll try again – but this is the last chance we'll get." Sabine nodded in agreement with Kanan's words.

"All I want to know is why he started the fight. It just didn't make sense," Sabine said.

"Yeah, you and me both." Kanan looked down at the floor, lost in his own deep thoughts about his padawan. "You and me both."

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R & R

~ Kavella ~