The idea of this chapter came from rebels-lover. I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy. Sorry it's so short. I'm going to start trying to lengthen my stories. Anyhow, here ya go! And if you guys have any ideas for any more one-shots, please let me know!
It was four in the morning. Unable to sleep, Kanan was sitting on his meditation chair when he heard a knock on the door. Recognizing the force signature just outside, he sighed and opened his eyes.
"Come in kid."
"The door swished open to reveal his young charge, still dressed in his night clothes. His arms were crossed, staring at the ground. Dark hair worked as a veil to hide his face.
"Kid, what're you doing up so…." It was then that Kanan noticed the youth's shoulders were trembling.
"Ezra, you alright?" He came over and knelt before the padawan, slipping his fingers under his chin and lifting up the small face. His suspensions were confirmed when he saw the tear tracks on Ezra's face. He was alarmed. Ezra never cried, at least not where he could see him.
"Talk to me, what's wrong?"
Ezra squirmed out of his grasp and stared down at the ground.
"Dreams." He whispered softly. Kanan reached out again and touched his arm. This time Ezra didn't try to pull away.
"What were they about?"
"My parents." Ezra admitted softly. He moved past the Jedi and sat down on the bottom bunk. He finally lifted his tear-stained face up to look at the older male.
Kanan went and sat next to him. Leaning forward, he laid a hand on Ezra's forearm.
"You want to talk about it?"
Ezra shook his head. "No. I just don't…wanna be alone." His voice cracked.
"But you share a room with Zeb. You weren't exactly alone."Kanan pointed out. Ezra rolled his reddened eyes at that.
"Yeah, but he's asleep, and have you ever heard him snore? Not exactly comforting."
Kanan couldn't help but smile at the sass in the youth's voice. Even when upset, Ezra's attitude never faded. He wrapped an arm around his padawan's shoulders, giving him a side hug. After a moment he felt Ezra's tense body relax, resting his head against the Jedi's shoulder. Kanan leaned against the wall, still holding his padawan.
Kanan didn't know how long they sat there in that position. He didn't even know that he had even drifted until Ezra shifted, waking him instantly. Looking down, he saw the youth sleeping peacefully against his shoulder. He grinned at the sight. He then glanced up at the crono. Seven thirty. Time to get up and start the day.
He looked down at the sleeping Ezra and his face softened. He couldn't bring himself to wake him up, not while he was sleeping so peacefully, with his face showing a innocence not often seen in the teen's face.
He gently laid the youth down on the bed and pulled the covers over him. Then, running a hand through Ezra's hair fondly, left the room.