Comforting A Dark Lady of the Sith

Author's Notes: Sorry if this short story is... well short, I lost the original version when my other laptop took way too many bumps under the couch. And I couldn't get it on a flash drixe either, somehow a virus attacked it prior before getting one.

I decided to skip General Grievous backstory for a future fanficrtion: "Star Wars Esyslepedia" In order to build his character from what we see him in the films.

Disclaimer: I only own Phoenix Kitsume Moonlight

Grievous stood in front of the door to Phoenix's room

He rubbed the back of his metallic neck, wondering if he should check up on her, or let her be.

"We're not just master and apprenrice, we're friends, she did bring me back from the dead I own her that much."

He knocked on the wooden surface to hear a voice behind it. "Who is it?"

"Phoenix it's me, may I come in?"

"Just a minute."

Sounds of rattling filled his ears. "What is she doing in there?" Grievous thought to himself.

A minute had passed, knocking on the door once more

"Come in."

Turning the doorknob opening the door and let himself in

He could see that her eyes were red and puffy.

"Hey Phoenix, how are you feeling?"

"What do you think?"

"I know what you're going through?

"How do you what I been through?" The werefox snarled at him.

He didn't blame her for being in such a foul mood. After all she just lost her beloved viceroy, the one alien that meant the world to her.

The Kaleesh cryborg thought for a while, finding a way of making her understand, that's when he thought about his past back on Kalee.

"How would you like to hear story?"

"A story about what?" Phoenix said giving her apprentice a questioning look.

"About how I became this..." Grievous said gesturing to his body.

"If it will get my mind off of things, then sure."

Before he begin, he to a seat on his master's bed in a confortable position, crossing his legs.

After a while Grievous finished his story, he patted his clawed like talon hand on the bed, beckoning to set beside him. Doing as she was told. Grievous wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, placing her small frame againt his chest. the other arm finding its way horizonally between her midsection and her right shoulder, resting his chin oh her left shoulder.

In a conforting embrace, they close their eyes as Grievous let his master moutn for her love.