For those who are rading my one shot series, Simple Moments, I am sorry for the slow update. I had already written the next chaper in a notebook, then I lost it. So now I am having to write it from memory, whick is harder than I thought.

Anyhow this story was inspired by BelieveInYourDreams4Life's challenge. Hope you all enjoy part one of Silent, yet Heard.

Kanan groaned, staring down at the list that Hera had given him.

"Seriously, didn't we just buy her some paint a few weeks ago? How much does that girl paint?"

In truth, it honestly didn't bother him. His and Hera's adoptive daughter Sabine had once described painting as her escape from life, losing herself in vibrant colors to escape the dreariness of life. He couldn't fault her for that.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car. He was parked in front of the local art store, The Artist's Passion. Its display filled with everything anyone with a creative streak would want.

It took him some time, searching for the color that Sabine had requested. But finally he found it and checked out, exiting the store.

He was about to get into his vehicle when he heard the shouts. He looked up.

A dark haired youth, dressed in torn jeans and a dirty orange shirt, ran passed him. Something was clutched tightly in his hand. A man was chasing him.

"Get back here, you little thief!" The man roared, reaching out to grab the boy. The teen simply evaded his swipe and only ran faster.

Kanan reached out to grabbed the man's shoulder.

"What's going on?"

"He stole my wallet, that's what!" The man snapped. "And because of you he's getting away."

Kanan didn't hesitate. He took off after the boy, leaving the man in his wake. At the very least, if he could catch the boy, he could hear his side of his story, find out why he had stolen the wallet.

As he chased him, he saw the boy pull something out of the wallet before throwing to the ground.

Kanan stopped to retrieve the object. When he had stood, the boy was nowhere to be seen. He sighed before returning to where the man waited impatiently.

He snatched it out of Kanan's grasp without aknowlgling his deed, opening it up. He groaned.

"Wonderful, he stole at least half the money in here."

Kanan glanced inside. He was surprised when he saw how much was still left.

'Why didn't the kid snatch it all?'

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the man walked away, grumbling about the thief. Kanan couldn't help pulling a face at his back. He half wished that he hadn't retrieved the wallet. That man certainly didn't deserve it.

He sighed again, climbing into his car and starting it up. No use worrying about it now, after it was all over.

Still, on the drive home his thoughts were pulled to the dark haired youth. There was something about the boy that intrigued him; what, he couldn't say.

It wasn't long until he pulled into the driveway of his home, a small gray home.

He and his family lived on a quiet street. Not much happened in terms of excitement.

As Kanan entered through the door, the sound of shouting reached his ears.

"….Your fault!" He recognized the voice of Sabine.

"What are you talking about? You dropped it!" A deeply accented voice growled.

"You ran into me!" He heard the girl protest.

A new voice broke through the argument.

"Stop fighting! You both clean it up!" A woman with long brown hair and green eyes appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in jeans and a grease covered shirt. She smiled when she saw Kanan.

"Thank goodness you're back. Sabine and Zeb are about to drive me insane." She came down the staircase and embraced his neck. He returned it before pulling back, pecking her lightly on the lips. He caught the whiff of grease in her hair.

"Been working on the Ghost again, Hera?"

The 'Ghost' was Hera's vehicle, a gray car with yellow paint stripes running down the sides, curtesy of Sabine. The car was Hera's pride and joy and she was often found in the drive, tinkering with its engine.

"Of course, how could you tell?" His spouse teased lightly. Her smile faded slightly.

"You okay?"

One thing that Kanan always admired about Hera, she always knew when something had happened to any member of her family.

"I'm fine. Just chased after a pickpocket."

Her eyebrows rose. "Sounds like you've been busy." She took his hand, tugging him toward the kitchen.

"Come on, you can tell us about it over supper."

...

That night as they ate, Kanan told the story of the young pickpocket. Sabine and Hera were fasinated with this mysteroius boy, particuarly the youngest of the tow. Zeb simply yawned, resting his head on a large fist.

Sabine poked at her food, curiousity making it impossible for her to eat.

"I wonder who that kid was." She wondered aloud.

"What does it matter?" Her older brother grumbled. "Its not like we'll ever seen him again."

Kanan was inclined to agree. What were the chances?

But fate was destined to disagree.

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