Oh...my...god! I am soooooooo sorry, you probably thought I died or something! I can't believe I haven't uploaded since February...FEBRUARY! That was practically a million years ago. I've been sick a lot so there's been a fair bit of work to catch up on limiting my writing time. I've also had a bit of writers block - which is never a good thing - because, of all the chapters I've plotted out, this one hasn't been as easy for me to visualize as the others, I wasn't really focused. Anywho, I did finish writing in... May sortof way, but, my editing is sloooooooooooow, and my usual editor, Jane, decided to ignore my emails, therefore, backup was needed. After Fifi and Wizzie parodied the story instead of editing, AJ edited and *thank god* IT'S FINISHED!

I'd also like to specify in the whole crossover bizzo, It's not down as a crossover because this segment of the story is 99% Star Wars; not even worth putting it down as a crossover. The Harry Potter crossover bit has already been introduced (the Twilight crossover isn't going to come in for YONKS so don't worry if you hate it, it's mainly seperate so you can skip it) but it won't be totally in-your-face type thing, once the storyline shifts away from Star Wars there is a natural end to the plotline so you can (if you reeeeeeaaaally want) ditch the story then, but the next segment of the story is almost completely plotted right now so it'll probably come out faster (plus it's based on books not movies or TV programs so the base is more detailed and much easier to figure the timeline of).

Eneveyz enough of my ramblings, plz 2 read.

Chapter 3: Leaving

Jedi Temple, Coruscant mid-26BBY

Within 30 seconds of waking up, I was in my bathroom throwing up into the toilet. I felt dizzy so I lay down on the floor and hugged my knees to my chest. I found myself remembering that night.


Coloured lights flashed neon patterns in every direction. Hundreds of people in a crowded room dancing and drinking, and I was one of them. I shouldn't have been there but I had to get out. Most Jedi my age were still Padawans. I needed to be around people my own age, do normal things. I felt like the Jedi found me too immature, too young, not wise enough, but I was able to pass the trials. That had to have counted for something.

A man sat down next to me, disturbing my thoughts. I studied his features. He looked familiar, but also too young to be here.

"Excuse me -" My eyes grew wide as I saw his braid, the mark of a padawan learner. He recognised me too.

"Oh… Knight Secura," he said nervously.

"Anakin Skywalker." We sat in silence for a few moments. "Does anyone know you're here?" I asked him.

"No."

"Then how about you say nothing, I say nothing, we have our night out then never mention this again."

He gave a small smile. "Yeah, my master would never have kept quiet about something like this; he would've turned me in."

"I know. The Jedi are just too strict sometimes." I agreed.

"He doesn't listen,"

"They don't respect me,"

"He thinks I'm reckless,"

"They think I'm immature,"

"He treats me like a child!" He said.

I looked at him seriously before laughing. "I know exactly what you mean."

"Here," he said, handing me a drink. "It's on me."

"Thanks." I said before draining the glass. "Do you want to dance?"

"Sure." He replied.


I threw up again. I knew I was sick but the thought of having to go to the Jedi healers was worse. I'd just ride it out. I pulled myself off the floor, flushed the toilet, and went to make myself breakfast. The smell of eggs immediately calmed me down. I contemplated skipping my pre-mission setup with the council but I'd been stuck in the temple for over 2 months. Anything would be more exciting than being here. There wasn't any place in the galaxy I hated, except maybe Ryloth. I despised that place. I was born there, into what would've been a life of slavery if I hadn't been found by the Jedi. I felt like I owed the Jedi my devotion, my life, for giving me one in the first place.


I woke up the next morning with an enormous headache. I tried to remember what happened the night before but it was all a blur, too much alcohol. I'd been at a club, I talked to someone, but I couldn't remember who.

I rolled over and let out a short scream. He woke up. His reaction was not dissimilar to mine.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" he asked frantically.

"And you think I know?" I snapped while grabbing my clothes. "I have a hangover the size of a Wookiee, so don't expect me to remember anytime soon."

"Did we… you know?"

I looked at him guiltily, "I think so."

"Oh no, Obi-Wan's gonna kill me!" he groaned.

"Not if he doesn't know." I said as I sent a pile of his clothes flying from the other side of the room into his face. "Now hurry up, Skywalker, or he'll kill us both."


After that night I constantly questioned myself. If I was a good Jedi that never would have happened and now, two months later, all the consequences were catching up with me.

After my meeting with the council, I saw Master Fisto across the hall. I had noticed he wasn't at the meeting, and so had the other masters, but as this wasn't of upmost importance, they didn't bother waiting too long.

"Master Fisto!" I called out while running over, "Where were you?"

"I was visiting our newest younglings." he explained. "These tiny force-sensitives have no idea what they're in for."

"Oh, you know I still remember when I was brought in." I told him.

"So do I," He laughed, "You were tiny. How tall are you now?" he asked putting his hand on top of my head to measure me, "175cm?"

"I78." I smiled. I looked into his eyes and found it hard to believe he was so much older than I was. His youthful, energetic personality was very deceiving. I sighed and turned away, the nausea seemed to be coming back. I rubbed my temples.

"What's wrong, Aayla?" His face was pulled into a look of concern.

"I just… I don't feel very well, that's all." A gave him an unconvincing smile.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the healers?" He chuckled at my expression of disgust. "I guess not then."

"I'm fine, really. So, you were saying?"

"The younglings really are fantastic," he began as we started walking, "Maybe we'll get one as a padawan someday."

"I wonder what would happen if a Jedi had a child?" I asked absentmindedly.

He stopped abruptly just as I realised what I had said. "Aayla, it's against the code. The Jedi in question would obviously be expelled; the attachment would be too great." He looked at me gravely, "The council hasn't been put in that situation since well before I became a Jedi." He paused. "Is there a reason you're asking me this, Aayla?" He studied my face. I felt like he was staring right into my soul and suddenly felt very vulnerable standing there in front of him.

I looked down at my shoes. "No, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking; it just slipped out." I turned away and walked back to my room.

Later that night, I contemplated what had been said. I instinctively placed my hand over my stomach as thoughts began racing through my mind. Maybe I was… no, impossible… but it wasn't impossible. Only it couldn't be true. I would be kicked out of the order, an outcast, unless…

"You idiot! Look at the situation you've gotten yourself into!" I yelled at myself. The worst part was that, deep down, I knew my fears were real.

I climbed into my Jedi Starfighter and disabled the communications and tracking signal. I had my few possessions packed with me. I had to leave. I couldn't go back to the Jedi order now. I decided not to tell Anakin. His future was so bright and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself knowing I'd ruined his life as well as mine. All I left was a note which I slipped under Master Fisto's door. It read:

I am leaving the Jedi Order. I cannot tell you why but know that I would never leave without good reason. Please tell the council I have left but also tell them not to come looking for me, as I can never come back. I will never forget the friendship we shared.

Forever Yours

Aayla

A final tear escaped my eye as my ship took off. Was the life I was leaving better than the one I would gain after this? Unanswered questions buried themselves deep into my mind as I tried to concentrate on flying. When I hit hyperspace and I could no longer focus on flying, the overwhelming sadness took over my being and I realised what I had to do. I would ensure the best life for my child even if it ruined mine.

Hokai, so, hope you enjoyed and I will start writing chapter 4 now-ish-ish-ly... I think...

Thankyou to AJ for editing, Wizzie and Fifi for the hilarious parody (if they upload it, I'll post the link here), Jane for reading books with stupid titles while I wrote, Victoria, Evie, Bicycle, etc. for hanging around and not doing much (but being awesome eniways) and my sister Corkzilla for actually becoming interested in my fanfiction and checking for plot holes in almost my ENTIRE story (which is xtremely looong).