Real world AU!!!!

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Part 1: Taking Charge, Not Liven Large

Hera's P.O.V

I watched with disbelief and annoyance, about to say something. That was until he shut my apartment door in my face. I sighed in frustration and defeat.

I, Hera Syndulla.

New police officer of Lothal.

Partner of Kanan Jarrus.

Babysitter?

My eyes averted towards the nine year-old boy with amnesia, clutching his blanket. Fear filled those big, blue orbs and nervousness was carved into his stance.

How did I get so bloody lucky?

Flashback

   This was my first serious mission with Kanan.

    There was a car crash a couple blocks away.  A collision, to be more specific. We arrived only a few short minutes later to investigate the premises of what happened. I asked some witnesses what they saw and it was the same answer.

   One driver wasn't paying any attention and the other seemed like he was drunk when driving. I found it odd how everyone who witnessed it saw the same thing. Possibly, something caught their attention before the incident happened?

   "Got anything?" Kanan asked me.

   "It seems like everyone has the same answer. One wasn't paying attention and the other drove like he was on drugs," I answered. He began to think then nodded.

   "We'll have to ask the people in the car at the hospital," he said.

   "Maybe, then we'll get some other answers."

   So, a couple days later, we went to the hospital when we the staff allowed to let us in. I always hated hospitals but never complained to loudly. They did help people but it was such a dual place and the smell wrenched of medication.

   "There were two survivors of this incident but the one is scheduled to go to jail," the doctor said, right before entering one of the victim's room. I was surprised to see the little boy with a breathing mask on his face watching TV. There was a bandaid on his left cheek and bandages around his head.

   The doctor knocked on the door getting the boy's attention.

   "The police are here to question you," the doctor said. The boy nodded as Kanan and I entered, the doctor leaving the room for privacy. We took a seat next to the bed and I looked to see the boy nervously messing the blanket.

"My names Hera and this is Kanan. What's your name?" I asked, gently. The boy shyly looked up at me, his voice cracked as he answered quietly.

"Ezra."

I nodded scratching down his name on my notepad.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Kanan asked. Ezra glanced at him before looking off at a wall thinking. He then shrugged and asked, "I can't remember. The doctor said I had something that makes it hard to remember things."

   "Amnesia?" Kanan questioned, our eyes met for a moment before I wrote down more notes.

   "I guess we'll have to move onto the next victim," I said.

   "We can't exactly question him if he doesn't remember."

   Kanan sighed knowing that I was right. Yet, a question still lingered in the air. My eyes landed on the boy as I asked, "How did you know your name?"

   Ezra looked up at me, answering, "The doctor knew my name." I nodded, writing it down before Kanan and I left.

   I saw the doctor talking with a nurse. Kanan was about to say something but I was already walking over to the doctor.

   He noticed me and turned to ask, "Are you ready to see the next victim?"

   "I would like a word from you, actually," I said. Kanan tried to say something again but shut him up with a glare. The doctor took us to his office.

   "What would you like to know?" He asked.

   "Why did you not tell us that he had amnesia?" I asked.

   "It must of slipped my mind. I've been having trouble remembering some things lately but I'm about to retire," he said. I could tell that he was telling the truth and moved onto the next question.

   "How do you know Ezra?" I asked.

   "I'm considered his 'uncle' but I'm very close friends with his parents," he answered. I quickly jotted down the information before asking the last question.

   "Can you tell me your name?" I asked.

   "Tseebo."

   "Can you spell that for me?"

   He did just that and I was a little bit more satisfied that we got more information. We then left the office to our next victim.

End of Flashback

   The other victim wasn't injured very much and was sent to jail. Since Tseebo was to old and  not family, for some dang reason all the adoption centers were full and no foster home near by. Also being me and Kanan's mission, we had to take care of the child together. Help him restore his memories.

   Yet, how were we supposed to do that when we knew nothing about him or his family? Luckily, I got Tseebo's number before leaving the hospital. He could help us.

   Still, I had no knowledge of taking care of a child, nonetheless with no memory. Kanan wasn't the best with children either so he, of course, dumped the child to me. Kanan had more than I did.

   While he had a small home, I had an even smaller apartment. There was only so much I could afford ever since my father cut my allowance little to none. So I had to scrape the money off of my own two feet to get as far as I came.

   Not even that could do much.

   I sighed and made a sandwich for Ezra. He hesitated before nibbling and putting it back on the plate. He kept staring at his lap.

   I softened and walked over to him, gently placing a hand on his back. He looked up at me with scared, misty eyes.

   "I-I'm scared," he admitted. I would be to if I had no idea or memory about my life or who I even was. Then to be dumped off on a stranger that they never knew.

   Where were his parents? Were they the victims that died in the car accident?

I couldn't help but feel a twig of sympathy for the kid and ruffled his hair a bit in a reassuring way. A small, sad smile appeared on my lips as I say, "This is new to me, too. So we're in this together, okay?"

He sniffled and nodded.

"Do you know my p-parents?" He asked. I shook my head 'no.'

"Sorry, Smalls. I never knew them. I'm just a police officer doing her job," I admitted.

"But, that doctor, Tseebo. Do you remember him, the one that made you better?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"He knows your family and possibly, what happened to them," I said.

"Can we go see him? I got so many questions," Ezra said. I was glad he was still a child, more open even with strangers when they are scared. More willing to seek comfort and maybe since I was a police officer, he's more protected, safe even.

I sighed, "I'm afraid not today but at some point we will because we still need more info. For now, how about you eat your sandwich and later, we can have a cookie or two before bed."

For the first time since meeting Ezra...a smile spread across his face.

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