This idea came from TheUltimateAngela. This was a lot of fun to write. Hope you like.

Just to let you all know, I'm am limiting the amount of one-shots in this story. I have some story ideas I want to work on. So I will most likely stop at 8 to10 chaps.

By the way, I feel like my stories end too abrutly. Do any of you guys have any tips on how to smooth into the ending easily?

It had been at least three days since Ezra had first fallen ill, and Kanan's worry was starting to turn to panic. Instead of improving, Ezra's condition had continually worsened.

The few times they had managed to coax him into eating, he only threw it up shortly afterward. His fever also rose and not even the strongest fever reducer had helped. He eventually got to the point that he was almost never awake, and the few times he was, he was so out of it he couldn't recognize any members of the crew, not even Kanan.

Kanan dipped a cloth into the bowl of water and gently wiped down Ezra's face. The teen was muttering nonsense under his breath. Even in his sleep, his fists gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white.

Kanan wished there was something he could do, anything to ease his padawan's discomfort. But because of the Empire they couldn't risk taking him to a clinic, and they had no medication strong enough to treat whatever he had. There was nothing to do, except to wait and pray that Ezra would recover.

The door swished open and Hera walked in.

"How's he doing?" She asked softly.

"Not any worse." Kanan admitted. "But not any better either."

He watched as Hera sat down at the edge of the bed and laid an hand on Ezra's cheek. The simple gesture seemed to sooth the youth. He subtly pressed into the touch, his mumbling fading into silence.

"I contacted Fulcrum." Hera said, her thumb rubbing circles on his cheek.

"She said that she may know someone who may have what we need to treat him. She warned that they run high on prices though."

"How high?"

"High enough." She tore her eyes away from Ezra and looked up at him instead.

"We are low enough on credits as it is. Once we make the payment, we will be pretty much broke. But I don't know what else we can do."

As if on cue, Ezra whimpered in his sleep, head twisting back and forth. Hera shushed him, resting a hand on his forhead. Finally the boy's movements stilled and his breaths slowly evened out.

Kanan took a deep breath.

"How do we find this contact?" There was no way he would leave his padawan to suffer in the state he was in, no matter the price.

"Fulcrum gave me the coordinates. I'll go enter them in." She rose, resting an hand on his shoulder.

"Get some rest love. You look like you need it."

"Let's worry about Ezra first. Then I'll rest."

…..

Kanan was sitting in his chair, meditating, when the rustle of sheets caught his attention. He opened his eyes to find Ezra sitting straight up in bed, looking around in confusion.

"Ezra!" He knelt by the bed and gripped the teen's hand.

"I was starting to think you'd never wake up! How're you feel…"

Kanan's voice trailed off as he realized that Ezra wasn't listening.

"Help." The teen whispered.

"What?"

"Help me, please." Ezra's voice was soft, yet tinged with desperation. For the first time Kanan noticed that Ezra's eyes were wide and unfocused.

"Their taking them away, help."

Only then did Kanan realized what was going on. The fever was causing the teen to hallucinate.

He gently pushed Ezra back down into a laying position.

"Easy kid, no one's being taken away."

Once again Ezra didn't appear to hear him. Instead he started to struggle.

"Leave them alone." His voice started to rise.

"Leave them alone! Mommy, Daddy!" HE struggled even harder, but in his weakened state was unable to break free from his mentor's grasp.

"No! Don't hurt them, please!" His voice suddenly dropped back into a whisper as his red rimmed eyes started to close.

"Please, I don't want you to go." His voice trailed off as once again he started to once again started to mutter nonsense under his breath.

Kanan sighed in relief. He finally released Ezra, running his fingers through his hair.

"Poor kid." He muttered to himself. He couldn't wait until they could finally treat Ezra properly and bring him out of whatever sith-ridden nightmares he was trapped in.

…..

Within a day of receiving and using the first treatment, the crew was relieved to almost immediately see improvement. Ezra's fever went down dramatically within the first hour, and when they spoon-fed him some yogurt, he actually managed to hold it down. The real proof that he was recovering though, came later that down.

Kanan, dozing in his seat, was suddenly awakened by a sort voice.

"Master?"

Kanan's head shot up to see Ezra's eyes open, blinking at him blearily.

Kanan immediately knelt by the bed, gripping one of the boy's hands tightly in both his own.

"Hey kid. How're you feeling?"

"Awful." Ezra admitted in a rough voice. "Like someone ran me over with a speeder." He yawned.

"Did I miss anything?"

Kanan smiled in relief. "No kid, nothing much."

"That's good." Once again the teen yawned.

"I feel so tired."

"That's because you're still sick. Go back to sleep. I'll be here if you need anything."

" 'kay." Ezra closed his heavy eyelids. Just before he let himself fall back into the welcoming arms of sleep, he voiced a question that weighed on his mind.

"Kanan?"

"Ohm?"

"Did I say something to you about my parents while I was asleep?" The Jedi froze. How could Ezra remember that?"

"Yes you did. Why?" He asked softly.

Ezra was starting to slip into slip. "Dreamed about them." He mumbled. "The Empire took them and was going to take me…but you saved me." Then he was out.

Kanan was still for several moments, surprised at the boy's words. Then he was smiled, sadly.

"Poor kid." He muttered, pulling the covers higher on Ezra's shoulders. Then, laying on the bed next to him and after running his fingers through the dark messy locks, allowed himself to fall into the first restful sleep in several long nights.