Hi! This is my first fanfic on here, so reviews or appreciated. This will a two or three shot. Hopefully the next chapter will be up by tommorrow or the next day. Whlep, here's part one

Ezra stared out the glass at the moon-lit plains of Lothal, shoulders tense. Normally he would be out and about, teasing Zeb or training with Kanan, but at the moment he didn't know if he could face any member of the crew, especially the Jedi.

Yhey had just returned from a mission, one of the most important ones yet. Fulcrum had asked them to retrieve a chip hidden in a imperial base. This chip was supposed to contain highly classified information the could weaken the Empire's control on Lothal.

Then Ezra screwed up. Big time. He and Zeb had almost been killed by the bucketheads in the place because of his mistake. And the datachip was not retrieved.

Kanan had been furious. He had spent almost an hour yelling at the teen, demanding to know why Ezra hadn't beem more careful, didn't he know how important the mission was.

Ezra for his part was silent, enduring the dressing down his mentor had given him. Kanan had barely finished his tirade before Ezra fled the room.

Ezra had ran to one of the cockpits and sat down, trying his best not to let the tears flow. He didn't know what was worse; the fact that he had let his team down, or that he had practically destroyed a chance to weaken the Empire's control on Lothal.

He had been sitting there for almost an hour when he heard footsteps, coming to a stop right behind his chair.

"Look, Kanan's already screamed at me." He addressed whoever was behind him. "So I would appreciate it if you just left me alone." He didn't want to look at anyone at that point, to see the disappointment in their eyes like he saw in Kanan's.

"Who said anything about yelling?" Hera moved so she was beside him instead, kneeling. She didn't say anything, patiently waiting. To Ezra it was as if the silence was strangling him, making it hard to breathe. Wasn't she mad? Finally he couldn't take it anymore and blurted out the last thing he wanted to say.

"You guys must hate me so much right now." He tensed, waiting for Hera to confirm his fears.

The pilot reached out an hand, gently gripping his chin and turning his face to meet hers.

"Look at me kid." When he kept his eyes averted she framed his face with both hands. "Ezra Bridger, look at me." Her tone was stern, yet gentle.

When blue finally met emerald she began to speak. "No matter what you do, we could never, ever hate you. Are we angry? Maybe. Disappointed? Yes. But that dosen't mean we don't care." She tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

"I don't ever want to catch you thinking that way again, understand?" After a moment, Ezra gave a hesitant nod. The twi-lek let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding until then.

"Good." She stood and held out a hand. " Lets get you some food. I don't think you've eaten all day."

Ezra wasn't really hungry, but allowed her to pull him to his feet and guide him toward the kitchenette.