Hello! This is just another three-shot that I wrote. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1 – Pack a Punch

Kanan shot straight up, gasping for breath. He was drenched in sweat, his loose hair sticking to the back of his neck. His body trembled, still in shock.

Kanan closed his eyes, mentally reminding himself that it was just a dream.

Ever since his rescue, he still had nightmares of his capture. Sometimes it was the Inquisitor trying to attack his mind. Other times, it was the electricity coursing through his veins.

But this time, it was of Ezra. He was falling again, knocked off by the twirl of the Inquisitor's blade. However, this time there was no bridge to catch him. Kanan shook his head, disrupting the image of his lifeless padawan.

He looked around his dark room, hoping to distract his mind from the images he had seen. It was the same as always, the majority of his items being hidden away. It was a great contrast to the younger member's rooms, which featured a lot of junk thrown around, or in Sabine's case, a lot of pain.

Kanan sighed. They had all risked his life for him, and he was grateful; but they should have left him. There was so much they could have lost, so much that could have gone wrong. And now, there were a lot more people involved. Kanan was glad for the addition of Ahsoka, the padawan of the Republic's prodigy, but he was worried about the direction they were headed in.

It was clear that the Empire needed to be eliminated, but Kanan was afraid of what came next. There was a risk that a new dictator could take its place, or that there would be too much hurt for the Galaxy to be able to rebuild.

Kanan stood, knowing that there was no chance he was going to fall back asleep. He pulled his hair up into its usual ponytail, and walked out of his room. His shirt felt light without the weight of his armor and weapons. He walked past Ezra's room, quickly checking to see if his padawan was still there. He knew his fears were irrational, but he was still worried.

He felt Ezra's presence, warm and bright, filled with hope. The kid was one of a kind.

Kanan walked into the cockpit, hoping that the stars would somehow calm his rattled nerves. He sat down in the pilot's seat, crossing his arms and gazing out into the galaxy. Quiet was a rare term on the Ghost after the addition of his loud student, and now that it finally was silent, it felt unnerving. His right leg started bouncing, and Kanan wished there was something he could do.

The doors opened, and Kanan quickly whipped around. Chopper rolled in, his storm of angry beeps directed right at him.

"Oh, Chopper, it's only you." Kanan discreetly let out the breath he was holding. It seemed like every sudden noise or movement sent him on edge.

Kanan was watching the starts, lost in his thoughts and oblivious to the events occurring around him. He heard shouting, but before he could figure out why, the ground was pulled from beneath his feet.

Suddenly, he was back in the integration room, the Inquisitor standing before him. The volts of electricity shot through his body, coursing through his nerves and burning his wrists. He screamed in pain, his voice raspy and dry.

His vision turned as black as the galaxy with no stars.

"What's going on in here?" Hera asked, her mind still groggy from being awoken. But as she saw the scene unfolding before her, her mind was jolted awake. Chopper shot dings and beeps at Kanan, getting closer to the Jedi. Kanan, however, did not appear to notice as his leg continued to bounce and his gaze continued to stare into the depths of space. Chopper tried to get his attention again, but Kanan was out of it. Frustrated with the lack of attention, Chopper pulled out his Taser.

"Chopper!"

But she was too late.

Chopper shocked the Jedi, who instantly yelped in pain. Chopper recoiled, but Kanan did not. He screamed, his body arching back in pain. Hera rushed towards him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Hera immediately knew what was happening. She had seen him like this before, after Ezra had used the dark side of the force. He explained it as a nightmare, but with the force flowing through it.

"Kanan! Kanan! It's just a nightmare!" she shouted, but her voice was muffled by his screams. She turned to see Ezra, Zeb, and Sabine all come rushing in. Zeb and Sabine shot forward to help Hera attempt to calm the thrashing Jedi, but Ezra remained still.

"Blast it, Kanan! Wake up!" Zeb shouted, as Sabine frantically shook him. But their actions made Kanan thrash more. Hera had to do something, there had to be a way for him to wake up. She turned towards Ezra, an idea forming in her mind.

"Ezra! Can't you connect with him through the force?" Ezra still stood in his place, eyes wide like a Tauntaun in headlights. "Ezra!" She shouted, and Ezra snapped out of his daze.

"I…I don't know! He never taught me!" Ezra shouted back.

"Well, you're gonna to have to learn!"

"There's no way I could! I can barely understand things with his instruction!"

"Ezra! You're the only one who can wake him!" Hera shouted. Ezra was about to say something back, but thought better of it. He nervously sat on the ground, crossing his legs beneath him. He sat up straight, stiff but relaxed. Ezra closed his eyes.

Immediately, Kanan stopped screaming. Hera looked at the cowboy Jedi, but he was not awake. The four crew members stood in silence, watching the rare occurrence of Jedi using the force. Every once and a while, Ezra's head would twitch to the right or left, but he remained focused. Hera was stricken with pride. She had never seen Ezra so concentrated before. If he was like this during every Jedi session, there was no doubt that he would become a great Jedi. Maybe that was why Kanan was always worrying over him.

"Kid sure is takin' his time," grumbled Zeb.

"He's doing the best he can, considering the circumstances," Sabine argued. Hera remained silent, her worry filling her mind. She hoped she had made the right call when she sent Ezra into Kanan's subconscious.

Suddenly, Ezra's eyes shot open, and he gasped in surprised. He flew backwards, tumbling a few meters before the back control panel stopped him.

"Ezra?"

"Blast it," Ezra cried, trying to pick himself up. Hera rushed over to the young boy.

"What happened?" Ezra held his head in one hand and accepted Hera's in the other. She pulled him up, and after Hera realized that he could not stand on his own, she kept a firm grip on his shoulder. "Ezra? Are you alright? What happened?" she asked again.

"Kanan can pack a punch, that's what happened."

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R & R

~ Kavella ~