This story was requested by m3mb3r123(Think I got that right). The ending in my opinion cuts off too soon, so sorry about that.
Just to let you all know, I am not sure when the next update will be. It might not be during the next few days. I'll try to update as soon as I can though, just giving you guys a heads up.
The ramp shut behind them just as Sabine ran in. Panting, she yanked off her helmet and wiped the perspiration off her face.
"Thank goodness! Thought the bucket-heads would get us for sure that time."
Zeb snorted. "Yeah right! They couldn't get us if we sat down and waited for them to capture us." Sabine tossed a spare bolt she had found at him playfully.
"At least we have the cargo."
Ezra, sitting on a crate, nodded.
"Yep. Thanks to this op, we should have enough credits to last us for the next month. Right Master?" He turned, only to find his mentor missing. He frowned.
"Where'd he go? He was just there."
The lasat shrugged. "Probleby to talk to Hera."
Sabine laid her helmet to the side. "I'm going to go find something to eat. Anyone care to join me?"
"Sure" Zeb followed her in the direction of the kitchen. Ezra was about to join them, but paused. He was starved, but some small part of him told him that he needed to go find Kanan.
He headed up the ladder instead. His instincts had guided him for eight years, why break a trend?
He stopped in front of his masters' door and knocked.
"Kanan?" He didn't receive an reply. He frowned. He could sense that the man was inside, but why wasn't he answering? Was he asleep?
Concluding that was it, he turned to leave- when he felt a pulse of pain through the bond with his friend. Almost as soon as he felt it, it disappeared, but it was enough to spike his concern.
He whipped around and palmed open the door.
Kanan was sitting on his bunk, his shirt pulled off and in his lap. The medkit was beside him, lid thrown open.
The Jedi was trying to twist to see as he awkwardly tried to see the wound on his shoulder, dabbing at it. His head shot up when the door swished open. He pursed his lips in annoyance.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" He said dryly.
Normally Ezra would have snapped a comeback, or have made a joke, but for once he had nothing to say. His gaze was drawn to the gaping wound.
"When did that happen?"
Kanan grimaced. "On the run back to the ship. It's just a graze kid, I'm fine."
Ezra came forward, studying the wound.
"That's a little bit more than a graze. Why didn't you say anything?"
"It's not a big deal kid. Now get out of here. I…" He paused when the teen pulled the cloth out of his hand.
"Uh… what're you doing?"
Ezra sat down next to him and dabbed at the wound. Kanan lightly pushed his hand away.
"I can do it kid, just go."
Ezra frowned at him. Annoyance mixed with concern in his bright eyes.
"But you always take care of me. Why can't I take care of you now, when you need it?"
Kanan opened his mouth to protest, then snapped it shut. He knew no matter what he said, the teen wouldn't leave. There was too much stubbornness inside Ezra, more than he'd like to admit.
Just another way Ezra was so similar to him.
His padawan had went back to cleaning the wound. He was strangely gentle, the last thing Kanan would have expected from him.
"Your lucky, you know that? Just a few inches to the right and you'd be dead right now."
"I'd say I'd be luckier if I hadn't got shot in the first place, but whatever you say." Still the Jedi couldn't help the small smile that curled his lips. He resisted the urge to flinch as pain flared. Ezra murmured a small apology and paused a moment, only continuing when Kanan gestured at him to do so.
Finally Ezra finished cleaning the wound and rummaged through the kit, looking for a bacta patch. He found it and tore open the package, placing it over the area.
"All done." Looking at the boy's bright smile, you would've thought that he had just fixed the entire galaxy. It warmed Kanan inwardly, seeing his small charge willing to help others. It was so different from the way the teen was when they first met.
Kanan pulled his shirt back over his head before turning to look at him.
"Thanks, kid." He said softly. Ezra simply grinned at him.
"Just doing what you've always done for me."
Kanan chuckled, pulling the youth into a embrace. Ezra was surprised, but returned it. He then pulled back.
"You want to go eat? I'm hungry enough to eat the entire kitchen right now."
His companion laughed.
"You try that and I'm sure Hera would have something to say about that." He allowed the teen to pull him up and guide him toward the door.