WARNING: CONTAINS HEAVY SPOLIERS! IF YOU WISH TO AVOID SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON FINALE, RUN! RUN AWAY!

So, this is my coping mechanism for the tearfest that was the Season 2 Finale. I will do my best to keep this going, but it is going to be a bit different. This little series won't be like Biological Emergency where I update constantly. Updates will come as I get ideas for oneshots. However, suggestions and ideas are welcome in the comments. Once we get a trailer for Season Three, I will try to rope those ideas in as well. I plan to keep this going until the Season Three Premiere, where I will wrap this series up. Needless to say, once we get a trailer, this will not fit very well with canon, but I will do my best.

Summary: The first night is always the hardest. It's a small comfort when nothing will be easy ever again.

Takes place after Kanan and Ezra return to Chopper Base but before the holocron scene.

That first night was the first of many long and hard nights. No one got out of that temple unscathed. Whether it was physically or mentally, everyone paid a price. Ahsoka with her life, Kanan with his sight, Ezra... Kanan knew Ezra was affected mentally, and not in a good way. Ezra hadn't uttered a word since they had arrived back on Chopper Base. Kanan wanted Ezra to go back to normal. He wanted this entire mess to be just a dream but Kanan knew otherwise. Ezra would never be back to normal. Not after what happened. Kanan knew he shouldn't have been thinking like that, but he could sense how broken the boy was. He blamed himself for everything. His best quality, one that had taken so long to dig up after the years of being on the streets, had betrayed him. Maul had used the right words and it cost him his own self. Ezra was unscathed, but his emotional state suffered far more than Kanan ever could physically.

There was no way anyone was getting any sleep that night, so Kanan decided that it was the perfect time to check on his padawan and practice his Force Sight. He most certainly needed it now. He also needed to make sure Ezra wasn't alone. Who knew what state his padawan would be in come morning?

Kanan sat up and was able to sense the edge of the top bunk before he was able to smack his head on it.

Good. That was a start.

Using the Force to guide him, Kanan carefully made his way to the room he shared with Zeb. "Ezra? Zeb?" Kanan was met with silence. He reached out with the Force but there was nothing. The room was empty.

The Force flickered for a moment. Kanan straightened up and traced it back to his broken padawan. He sensed despair, guilt, fear. Kanan followed the presence as quickly as he could. His search led him to the engine room and he almost ran into the door. Kanan would have to work on sensing doors, but for now, he needed to help Ezra before he drowned himself in his suffering. He entered the room quietly and scanned the area with the Force. He could sense Ezra curled up in a ball right by the engine. His shaky breaths made Kanan assume that he was trembling. Kanan knelt down and slowly placed a hand on his padawan's shoulder. The form under his hand jumped and Kanan could feel him curl tighter.

"Get...out..." Ezra mumbled. "Leave...me...alone..." "I'm not going anywhere Ezra," Kanan replied, trying to not get overly excited about the fact that Ezra was talking. "Not until I know you're okay." "Get...out...of...my...head..." That made Kanan pause. Was Ezra even all there? Was he even aware of what was happening? Kanan began to doubt Ezra was lucid. Blast, if only he could assess Ezra's condition properly. Kanan's thoughts were broken by Ezra hissing in pain followed by slapping noises that could only be Ezra's hands flying to his head.

"GET OUT!"

Darkness swarmed the teenager's mind. Panicking, Kanan carefully lowered himself to the ground and dove into Ezra's consciousness. The blue light that was Ezra was struggling against a more menacing red light. Maul... "Get out of his head," Kanan told the former Sith Lord. "You're not taking him away from me again."

The red light paused. "You underestimate the boy's power. It will be your downfall. It's his fault your friend is gone. And it's his fault you are no longer able to see. Why not kill him yourself? You'll feel better afterwards knowing the one who caused your downfall is dead."

Ezra cried out in terror. "Please! Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"

Maul's words and Ezra's reaction filled Kanan with rage. "Get out Maul," he growled. "Or I will crush you."

Maul scoffed. "As if you can lay a hand on me Jarrus. Fear not. I will come for the boy soon enough. You will no longer have to deal with that failure of a padawan." The red light faded out and Ezra's trembling faded into sobs. Kanan was met by darkness yet again as he came out of meditation. He placed a hand back on Ezra's shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" Ezra didn't answer. And all Kanan could feel was fear. "Ezra, I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you. And Maul is never going to touch you again. I may be blind now, but I am not giving up on you. We're going to get through this." Once again, Kanan was met with no answer. Kanan sighed and rubbed Ezra's arm in a feeble and futile attempt to comfort the shaken padawan. He didn't quite trust himself carrying him at the moment, so he gently pulled Ezra to his feet, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders and tugging him close.

Kanan sensed his way to his room and about thirty seconds later, a hand stopped him. The door swished open and Kanan chuckled, knowing Ezra had stopped him from running into the door...again. "Thanks kid." He got Ezra situated on the bottom bunk, knowing if the nightmares hit or if Maul came back, falling out of be wouldn't help Ezra at all.

Now, where was Kanan going to sleep?

"Everything okay?"

Kanan turned around, Hera's presence bright and beautiful. "Maul just attacked Ezra," Kanan replied. "He's okay though. I...figured he should stay in my room in case it happens again. Can you please pull the bedroll down from the top bunk?" Hera hummed in agreement and a few seconds later, Kanan heard the soft scraping noise of fabric on metal and the soft thud of the bedroll hitting the ground. "Three steps forward," Hera stated. Kanan nodded, muttering a thank you. He felt Hera's arms wrap around him and a pair of lips gently pressing the side of his face. The arms disappeared and seconds later, Kanan sensed warmth and safety from Ezra. Hera must have hugged him as well.

"Now both of you get some sleep," Hera stated. "If you need me, comm me, but its 0400 hours and I don't want to see either of you leave this room until at least 1000, clear?"

"Crystal," Kanan replied, somewhat glad Hera still had her mother hen mode. The door slid open and shut and the room was quiet.

Ezra was still awake. Kanan could tell by the boy's ragged breathing. After adjusting the bandage over his eyes, he sat up and after getting an idea of how Ezra was positioned, he grabbed his hand and brushed dark strands of hair away from his face. "Everything's going to be okay Ezra. I promise."

I really hope I did blind!Kanan correctly. This is my first time writing a character who is blind and writing a complex character such as Kanan is hard enough. It will take some getting used to so please bear with me. The finale...don't even get me started. I was a mess! A mess! I did enjoy it though. I do believe Ahsoka is alive and I don't think Kanan will stay blind forever. I wouldn't be surprised if Ezra ends up having some issues regarding his emotional state. What Ezra went through in that temple isn't something he can't just shake off. Does anyone agree? (On another note, does anyone else hope for a time skip?) I hope you enjoyed! If you did, you know what to do! Until Next Time!