A/N: I know I should be working on the other fics but I came up with this idea and I just thought it was so great that I had to write it down! I really hope you like this fanfic as I am working really hard on it. Please review if you read this because why read it if you aren't going to review it? It takes just a couple seconds! Every review i get helps so please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own SW or KotOR I or II. Nor do I own Mical or any of the others characters...but one day...

Chapter 1: Unable to Let Go

He smiled at her and her heart skipped a beat. The man then bowed curteously and stepped forward. She thought he looked vaguely familiar but she could not remember if she had even ever met him before. She surely would have remembered such a handsome and chivalrous man.

"I am a historian and scientist working for the Republic, although I'm certain my contemporaries would judge me more historian than scientist." His accent added more flavor to the words as he spoke.

"What are you doing here?" She said it a little more sharply than she had intended to but he seemed not to notice.

"Like you, I was searching for some trace of the Jedi. I had heard mention that one of the Jedi masters had gone there but I found no trace of them." he answered.

He looked so familiar... "Have we met before? You look familiar..."

"Um...I'm certain that in your many travels you have seen many people. Faces tend to blur together after a time." The man said a little too quickly. Amira Darrah decided not to press on the matter. After all, she had just met this man...she had no right to know his personal past.

"Well, I will be going now..." She said as she began to turn away.

"It seems our goals are compatible, if you'll have me, I would like to join and help you in your quest." The man looked at her expectantly. Atton twitched slightly to her side and she could hear a small conversation going on between Atton and Mira.

Atton turned to face the young man and stood taller, more menacing. "We're full up already."

Amira didn't even have to look to know that Mira was rolling her eyes. "You look capable and we could use all the help we can get."

The man smiled and Amira couldn't help but notice his adorable dimples. This guy was gorgeous, no doubt. She couldn't understand why Atton was so opposed to him...she guessed that she would find out eventually...

"Wait." Amira ran up to the blonde haired man before he could head back to the Ebon Hawk. "What is your name?"

Smiling, he answered warmly, "Mical."

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Amira had been having these dreams for the past couple of days. Each day they got stronger and more vivid. The more vivid ones hurt the most. She didn't want to think about him anymore...she couldn't bear to see his picture or remember him. It just reminded her of how she had failed him. She had failed the one person that she had ever loved...and it had cost him his life.

Nights lately had been full of dreams and memories. Some were good, others were ones that should best be forgotten. Being a Jedi, Amira should have let the anger and grief go...but she couldn't. She couldn't let it go because letting it go would be admitting to her failure. It was her fault he had died. Others had tried to tell her otherwise, but she knew. She could see it in the eyes of those who were her friends. Those who loved and cared for her...and would lie to her to protect her.

The Dantooine Enclave would come alive in a few hours, as it always did, and it would be bustling with Jedi, young and old. Yet with all the Jedi...there would always be a hole, a gap. A gap that could never be replaced nor filled. They all had lost a powerful and wise Jedi Master. The crew of the Ebon Hawk had lost a friend, the padawans in teh enclave had lost a teacher and mentor, and she had lost her husband.

Gripping the blanket that covered her, Amira dragged it with her as she got up from the bed and walked slowly over to the closet. Opening it up, she saw many articles of clothing, mostly robes. Most were hers, the rest were Mical's. She couldn't bring herself to throw away the last items that connected her to the one she loved. Her heart pained everytime she opened that closet and saw that none of his clothes were missing. Actually, that wasn't true. One robe was missing.

The robe he had died in. She had asked Bao-Dur to take it away...so she never had to look or think about it again. If she ever saw the bloodied thing, she knew she would be sick. But thinking about him nowadays was still too painful. The memory was still too fresh in her mind. Everywhere she went, anything she did, reminded her of him. Her hands shook as she put on her robe and closed the closet door.

Stepping out into the main hallway filled her with a sense of duty. Amira was still a Jedi and she still had a job to do. Although most were still sleeping, sounds filled the enclave's corridors. Sounds of birds singing and the wind blowing through the tall, ancient trees of Dantooine. Her steps echoed and bounced off the lifeless walls of the enclave. A quiet reminder that she would always have herself to count on. She had failed once, she would not do so twice.

A sound to her right made her flinch slightly. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the young apprentice watching her from behind the pillar. Without turning around, Amira waved for the apprentice to come out from where she was hiding. The small child slinked silently out from behind the safety of the pillar and matched Amira's stride immediately after.

"Forgive me, Master Darrah. I am sorry to be up so early but-" she began.

"You couldn't sleep." Amira finished with a sad smile. "It is alright, I couldn't sleep much either."

"Why couldn't you sleep?" The young, wide-eyed girl asked innocently.

"My mind is restless, I suppose." She didn't think it appropriate to explain why her mind was so restless to the young girl. "And you?"

The girl bowed her head slightly, eyes looking toward the ground. "I...I miss my Master."

Amira looked at the child tenderly. This was Mical's apprentice. She had seen her a couple of times, but the times she had seen her, the child had been so full of happiness and energy. Now she was miserable...and again, it was her fault.

"Selena, I know you miss Master Mical terribly...truth is, I miss him too." Selena looked at her, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "But you must learn to let go...the grief will pass with time."

"I know, Master Darrah. I just..." Selena's black hair ran into her eyes and she brushed it aside. "...feel responsible. I think it was my fault. Maybe he left because I was a bad student-"

Amira's heart clenched with guilt. This innocent child felt responsible for her crime. "It was not your fault. Do not ever think that it is. Do you understand?"

Selena was taken aback by the anger that was in the words, but she quickly recovered. "Yes, Master Darrah. I understand.But...I don't understand one thing."

"Yes? I'm listening." The two continued to walk side by side in silence for a moment before Selena finally spoke up.

"Who killed him? Who would want to kill my Master? He was such a good person and now he's dead because someone wanted him dead. Who was it?" The words tumbled out of her mouth in a waterfall of questions.

Every 'killed' and every 'dead' was like a slug to her stomach. Taking a silent breath, Amira tried to remain calm. Every emotion inside her was grief...she wanted no more than to cry and cry until all the unshed tears were out. Selena looked up at her...a couple of tears had escaped her eyes. Amira gently wiped them away and then leaned down close to the child.

"I don't know." Was the only answer she could find.

"Who will be my Master now?" Worry coated the words as she spoke them.

"I will." The child ran into her open arms and began weeping. "I'm sorry, Selena. You just go on and cry all you want. I am so sorry."

"It...it isn't your fault either, Master Darrah." Selena said through the tears.

If only you knew...if only you knew. Force, I miss you, Mical. I miss you. She thought silently.

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