Sorry for not updating. Things have been busy lately and I haven't had much time at the computer.

This idea is acutally a combination of ideas from several people; Vistoarea10, EmpressRulerofallthatiswierd, and BuruPlays2. I am splitting this into two parts. And just to let you all know, I don't know when I'll be able to update again. Things may calm down after next week, so hopefully updates will be quicker then.

It was supposed to be a simple op. Get inside the compound, get the cargo Vizago wanted and get out.

They didn't count on being separated. They didn't expect for Kanan to be shot in the leg and for Ezra to sense it. They didn't count on the young padawan to rush to Kanan's aid. And they certainly never planned on the two to be surrounded by a unit of troopers, cutting them off from the rest of the team.

Both Master and Apprentice fought, but with one wounded and the other still inexperienced in hand to hand combat, they were quickly subdued and were now being taken to a cell until the arrival of Agent Kallus.

Ezra kept his eyes focused on the ground. Occasionally glancing up at Kanan, limping along beside him.

The Jedi grimaced in pain. Seeing Ezra stare at him worriedly, he tried to give a tight lipped smile. He received a hit on the back on the head for that.

Ezra turned his gaze back down before the trooper found a reason to hit him too, all the while trying to come up with a plan, but failing miserably. He silently prayed the rest of the crew could save them before the worst.

He was suddenly jerked out of his thoughts when Kanan suddenly stumbled and fell onto the floor. A stormtrooper tried to pull him up, but the Jedi was just yanked back to his feet when he went back down, this time pulling two of the troopers with him.

He lifted his head up to Ezra, rolling his eyes to a nearby vent. The teen soon realized what he was planning and glared. There was no way he was leaving his friend behind with the Empire.

Kanan also shot him a glare. He grabbed both arms of the troopers and pulled down. Again they fell down.

Ezra hated it, but he ran to the vents. Even with handcuffs on he managed to open it up and crawled inside, feeling a hand brush his foot as he squirmed farther in.

First he would find a way to take off the cuffs. Then he would try to find a way to contact Hera. Then they would rescue Kanan and get out before it was too late.

Those were his thoughts as he crawled forward.

Then a panel gave underneath him and he plunged into the room below.

…..

Kanan sat in his cell. He tugged cloth away from the blaster wound, wincing at the pain in the movement. At least it wasn't bleeding, he though dryly to himself.

He tried to reach out, trying to sense Ezra through the bond, see what the boy was doing.

Nothing. He could sense the teen, but he couldn't tell how he was doing, or how he was feeling. There wasn't even a acknowledgement from his padawan's side of the bond. This wasn't like Ezra.

His train of thought was cut off when the door to the cell swished open and two troopers came in dragging a small form between them. The Jedi's heart stopped.

The troopers threw the boy to the ground. Ezra simply curled up on himself, burying his face in his hands.

Kanan limped forward. Ignoring the troopers, he knelt stiffly down beside the youth and tried to pull his hands from his head.

"Kid, are you okay?" The teen refused to look at him. Kanan felt a spike of worry. He looked up at the troopers and glared.

"What did you do to him?"

"More like what he did to himself." One snorted under his helmet.

"Fell into the lab and landed on top of bottled chemicals."

Kanan turned back to Ezra, finally noticing the trembling in the youths form

Dimly he noted when the troopers left. He focused on his apprentice.

"Ezra, look at me." Finally he managed to remove his hands and met the teen's face.

The teen's eyes were bloodshot and unfocused, staring through Kanan as if he wasn't even there. He shivered, even though it wasn't cold in the small cell.

"Where's Mom?" He whispered.

"I w…want my mom." He tried to curl up on himself, but Kanan's grip kept him from doing so.

Kanan frowned. He felt the boy's forehead. Ezra's skin was clammy to the touch and his face was pale. Whatever he had been exposed to was obvisously not pleasant.

Ezra was trying to pull away now.

"Let me go! Please, don't hurt me please!"

Startled at what the teen just said, Kanan's grip loosened just enough for Ezra to yank out of his grasp and scramble away. His unfocused eyes were wide with fear.

"Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me" The youth kept muttering under his breath, bringing his knees up and wrapping his arms around him.

"Ez, it's just me, its okay, you're fine." Kanan slowly inched over to his padawan, trying not to wince at the pain in his leg.

"Calm down, its okay, calm down." He paused within a foot of his padawan, trying to gauge his reaction.

Ezra looked up at him, eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Daddy?" His voice was timid, scared

It took Kanan a minute to recover from his surprise and to figure out what to say in reply

"It's okay, everything's going to be okay." He sat down next to Ezra, slipping an arm around thin shoulders. Ezra didn't protest, snuggling against the man's side.

Kanan didn't know how long they sat in that position, the youth pressed against his side.

Just when he thought Ezra had fallen asleep, the boy spoke.

"Where's mom?"

Kanan froze, trying to think of an answer. What was he supposed to tell the boy?

"She's…had to leave for a bit. She'll be back soon." He hated lying, but he wasn't sure what else he was suppose to say.

Ezra nodded, resting his head on the older man's arm before drifting off.

….

Kanan gripped Ezra's wrist before he could managed to hurt himself any further.

"Kid. Snap out of it!" Ezra tried squirming out of his grip, but Kanan held on.

The teen screamed.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" He tried to swing a fist in Kanan's direction, but the Jedi blocked the blow before it could connect.

Kanan had hoped while Ezra slept he would wake with the chemicals worn off and that the youth would have a clearer mind. But Ezra actually seemed worse than he had before. From the moment he woke he had went into a panic, sobbing. He didn't even recognize Kanan, convinced that the man was there to harm him.

Ezra struggled weakly in his grasp.

"Let me go!" His tone carried a distinct note of fear.

"Please!" Finally he managed to pull away and scrambled away. When Kanan tried to approach he whimpered, curling in on himself. Kanan paused. The last thing he wanted was to terrify the child even more than he was.

"Kid, I'm not going to hurt you." He held out his hands in a motion of peace. Ezra just backed away even farther.

"Go away," He half sobbed. "I want to go home." He buried his face in his knees.

As Kanan tried to think of a way past this dilemma, he heard the door swish open. He spun around, thinking that Kallus had arrived and had come to question them.

Instead he found Zeb in the doorway, bo rifle at the ready. Sabine stood behind him.

"Finally found the blastin' cell." The lasat grumbled to himself. Still he seemed relieved to see him. The relief was short lived when he looked down at Ezra, who had backed himself into a corner when they entered.

"Kid?"

Sabine pushed past him.

"Come on, we have to hurry. I set a bomb that goes off in less then ten minutes. We…" She paused when she saw the young padawan.

"Ezra, you alright?" She tried to approach him. The youth panicked.

"Leave me alone!" He jumped up and took off past her, trying to push past Zeb in the doorway. The lasat caught him with ease. He held the struggling teen as he looked up at Kanan.

"What happened to 'im?"

"Chemical exposure." The Jedi said simply.

"He's been like this the whole time."

"How are we going to get out of here with him like that?" Sabine's hand rested on her hip.

"He'll alert the entire facility if he continues to do that." She motioned to Ezra.

"We could gag 'im." Zeb suggested. He ignored the wriggling youth in his grasp, beating his chest with his small fists.

Kanan was horrified at the thought. The child was already panickening enough as it was. Then a thought occured to him, one that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of sooner.

"Wait." He quickly stepped forward and placed his hand on Ezra's head. Almost immediantly the teen slumped against Zeb , fast asleep.

"I didn't know you could do that." Sabine said as Zeb lifted the boy up into his arms.

"I don't normally use it." In fact, this was the first time he had ever employed it.

The mandalorian pulled out her blaster again.

"Come on, let's get out of here before this thing blows."

Constructive critcism is always welcome. I'll try to get part 2 up as soon as possible. Might not be for a few days though. Hope you all liked!