A/N: After all this time...I finally present to you...the sequel to Lost Love! I really hope you enjoy it! Not everything will be revealed in the first chapter but will be eventually. Ok, thanks again and please review! I really take pride in all my lovely and awesome reviewers! Thanks again! And if you haven't read "Lost Love" yet, I highly suggest reading that first.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot...and maybe Mical...

Chapter 1: The Past's Uncertain Future

"Mical?" She said, her voice barely a measurable whisper.

"Amira." He said, his voice betraying his buried emotions. "Force, I'm glad you're safe."

Mical helped Amira up and she took a step backwards cautiously. She stared at the man in front of her with unbelief. His voice was soothing and calm, just like Amira had remembered it. Everything said that this man was Mical, but reality and probability said that it couldn't possibly be the man that she loved. The man she had loved was gone, dead. As much as Amira wanted to believe it, she knew that it just wasn't possible. There was no probable reason that would explain how Mical could be alive...when she had watched him die.

"How can it be...is it really you, Mical?" She stammered quietly.

He looked intently into her eyes. "It's me."

Amira was overcome with happiness and rushed into the arms of her husband. His presence was once again soothing and comforting just as it always had been. Amira smiled as she leaned closer to him. But she could sense confusion and worry within him. She decided to ignore this at the moment because right now was supposed to be a happy moment. She had gotten her second chance. Mical, her husband and true love...was alive.

He smiled and kissed her softly on the lips. He wrapped her up within the confines of his arms and she ran her fingers through his silky blonde hair. Looking into his eyes, Amira noticed something that was too familiar to her. Pain. Something had happened to Mical while he had been away from her. All during her exile, she had that same look in her eyes. She squeezed closer to Mical, absorbing the pain and worry from him.

Then a thought hit Amira and as suddenly as she had rushed into his welcoming arms, she stumbled backwards and slapped him harshly across the face. He looked at her with a confused expression and tears began to spill down Amira's bruised cheeks. Mical was alive, but that also meant that she had done all those things...for no reason. She had suffered through all that pain because of him.

"How could you?" She said softly at first before anger began to slide into her voice. "How could you make me go through all that pain!"

"Amira, I can explain." He said calmly.

"Explain what? How you left me alone, and made me think you were dead, Mical? Can you explain why I went through all that pain...and mourning, and grief because I thought you were dead? Can you explain that to me, Mical?" She yelled at him angrily.

So many different emotions ran through Amira. Part of her was extremely happy and thankful that Mical was alive, and the other part was furious at him for making her believe that lie in the first place. She looked at him with a pained expression. He seemed not to know how to answer at first, and he stood there silently...letting Amira vent her anger. Amira shook her head, trying to disperse the anger, but to no avail.

"I thought you were dead, Mical. I thought that the only man that I ever loved, ever will love, was dead." She brought both her hands up to her mouth to stifle a cry. Mical rushed over to her and placed his arms around her in a reassuring gesture, but it only helped fuel Amira's anger. "Did you even think about how I would feel?"

"Amira, please...I can explain everything. Give me a chance to explain myself and I assure you that everything will become clear." He pleaded softly.

"I just...was everything a lie, Mical? Your death...did you ever truly love me?" She said, paranoia setting in. After having lost him for so long, a large part of her feared that she would lose him again.

"I do love you, Amira! I love you more than anything in the galaxy. Everything I did, I did for you. To protect you. You have to believe me." Mical said, the wind whipping his hair around his face.

"Protect me from what? There was no danger. Who was there to protect me when you died? Who was there to protect my heart from being broken?" She collapsed to the ground in pure exhaustion. Mical helped her stand and she leaned against him, gaining strength from him. "I just...I don't know what to believe anymore, Mical."

Mical lowered his voice. "You can always believe in me. I will never fail you..." he paused. "And I won't ever leave you alone again."

"I love you." She whispered to him.

"I love you too." He answered back. "I need to explain to you all of the events that have happened so far though. It is of the utmost importance that you know why I did what I did, and what has happened beyond the confines of the Enclave."

Amira nodded silently. "Alright. Just hold me."

Mical smiled and pulled Amira closer to him. "When I was in the Republic Army, they had just come up with a new device. The Admirals, at the time, decided that they needed to test out this device on some of the strongest men and women that were in the military. They couldn't force anyone to be in the experiment...and that provided a problem because many did not want to risk their lives testing it out. One day, my commanding officer came to me and asked if I would help with the experiment. I was a lot younger, and bolder, at the time. I agreed...it was for the good of the Republic, and I had nothing else worth fighting for other than the Republic."

"What did this device do, Mical?" She asked curiously, while snuggling closer to Mical.

"It was a cloning machine, capable of cloning a sentient and having them retain all their memories." He said finally.

"What? But that's...it's impossible. It can't be done. Many people have tried it and it has failed." She said shaking her head.

"That is only what they wanted the public to think. Only top-ranking officials and some on the Jedi Council knew about this machine. It was better that way, if everyone had known, it could have become disastrous." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "I participated in the tests and they took a sample of my DNA. The difference between clones and a sentient is that clones grow at an alarming rate and can learn a lot more and a lot faster than the rest of us. It really is amazing."

"I still don't understand how this relates, Mical." She said.

"I know. It will in a moment. In any case, the tests were successful and they produced a clone...of me. That clone over the years that I've been with you, was growing and learning and I would send it information and anything that I knew. My memories, in a sense. It grew up thinking that it was me. The engineers, if you will, put the clone through scenarios that I had gone through myself. Since I was one of the first to help produce a clone, I could use it whenever it was necessary."

"You mean-"

"Yes, the man who died...was my clone." He finished.

"You mean all that time it was your clone, not you?" She asked, dumbstruck and confused.

Mical shook his head. "No, it was only my clone when he stole aboard the Ebon Hawk and apparently followed you to some place." He explained.

"I'm still slightly confused, Mical. Why did you have the clone brought here in the first place?" Amira asked, while she played with a lose strand of Mical's hair. Sometimes, she just couldn't help herself.

"I'm getting to that. Do you know of the planet Adumar?"

"Wasn't that the planet with a Sith occupation still? Last I heard, the Sith controlled the planet and all the people living there were subject to the Sith's commands." Mical began nodding his head.

"Yes, and Bastila, Jolee, and Juhani knew of this. They also knew that something big was festering on the planet. Something that was going to be a threat eventually to the whole galaxy. Apparently, they sensed it through the Force...and through their connection to Revan." He said, avoiding Amira's gaze. What he knew was something that would definitely upset his wife...he hated having to tell her, but he knew she'd find out eventually.

"Revan? But Revan's dead." She said quietly. "They found her body on Nar Shaddaa."

"Then it is as we feared." Mical said, mostly to himself.

"I don't like that look, Mical. What is it?" Amira said, slightly fearful of the answer herself.

"Revan has...well, she has fallen to the darkside. We aren't sure exactly how it happened, but she is assisting the Sith on Adumar." He hesitated. "There is more to the story, but I will have to explain it to you later. Right now, I believe we need to get off this planet...immediately."

Mical lifted her into his arms and she winced slightly from the pain from her wounds. All this talk and knowing that Mical was alive had made her forget about Atton and the battle that had taken place not too long ago. Mical carefully put her down and concern marked his face. She smiled, although the pain was increasing. She hoped that she hadn't suffered any injuries that would hurt their child.

"You're hurt. Why didn't you tell me?" He said as he began examining the wound.

"I didn't want you to worry..." She said shyly.

Mical sighed. "Sometimes, I can't help but worry. It looks bad, Amira. We need to get that cut cleaned and closed up or it will get infected."

Terror crossed Amira's face for a brief second before she regained her posture. "Can you heal it?"

"Yes, I believe so...but it needs some kolto. Or, at the very least, a medpack." Mical said as he began healing her through the Force.

The warm sensation that was caused by Force Heal gave Amira small comfort...the best comfort was just being near Mical again. He had changed a little bit. He was no longer so carefree and cheerful, but more serious. Amira worried for her husband. Something had happened to him that she was not aware of...he had seen things that Amira probably wouldn't have wanted to witness.

"Did I tell you I love you?" She said with a smile.

"Hmmm, I don't believe you did." He said with fake innocence.

"Oh, in that case..." She leaned forward and kissed him passionately on the lips. "I love you."

Mical smiled, although Amira could tell that his mind was focused on other things that made him want to frown. "I love you too, Ami. Always have, always will."

Mical finished wrapping up Amira's wound with a piece of cloth that he had torn from his robe. He helped her stand and then grabbed her hand and began walking, that was when Amira remembered something. She hadn't told Mical that she was pregnant. She needed to tell him but didn't know if this was really the best or most appropriate time to do so. Amira sighed and decided it was now or never.

"Mical, I need to tell you something." She began, although she could tell that Mical wasn't really paying full attention. He was more focused on getting back to the ship and getting off this planet.

"Wait, not here...we need to get off this planet first. It's too dangerous here. "He picked her up into his arms.

"It's important, Di." She said, using his nickname in an attempt to sway him. "And I can walk, you know."

"You're hurt...and it's good to be around you again. I believe I enjoy holding you...it's not a problem, is it?" He said with a charming, and flirtatious, smile.

"Oh, it's not a problem. I'd just prefer doing other things at the moment." She winked at him and he blushed slightly. She laughed. "Oh Mical, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Dantooine."

He smiled and the rest of the walk back to their ship was filled with comfortable silence...

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