For reasons that will soon become obvious, I retain absolutely no responsibility for the enclosed material. The idea came from Jesse, and it was thought up at about two in the morning, during a long conversation on slash fan fics. Enjoy, and don't give me a hard time for it.

Dumbledore sat at his desk, scraping the end of his quill across an ancient piece of parchment, dazed thoughts passing behind his sparkling blue eyes.

            "Albus?" a familiar voice said from behind him. The professor turned slowly, unable to believe his ears.

            "You…. You came back..." he rose and locked lips with the tall, lean figure behind him, and it was a long time before they drew apart again.

            "I have, it's been too long." The figure said, running callused fingers through the snow-white hair that was Dumbledore's. " I missed you too much."

            "You still aren't following him, are you? Sidian no longer controls you?"

            "He does, but that means nothing. All that matters is that I'm here, loving you."

            Dumbledore stepped back, and stared into the bloodshot eyes. Memories flashed before him…. Years of long, wonderful summers and cold winters nights when he could be with the only one he had ever truly loved, long before his power as a wizard and the other's power as a follower had come between them….

            The red, expressionless face stared at the pale, wrinkled one. "How can this happen, we've survived galaxy's apart, years without seeing each other's faces? Now, my master can split everything we have worked so hard for? Everything I live for?"

            Dumbledore looked back across his desk, his eyes unfocused.

            "Please Albus, you understand me better than anyone! Please, you know what brought me here! You have your magic and your power, all I have is Sidian to follow!"

            "I understand."

            "Then it has been too long?"

            "Too long to heal."

            "It cannot be saved?"

            "No."

            Dumbledore sat again at his desk, wiping tears from his face, and Darth Maul slowly walked from the office.

            Okay, lol, I know it's terrible, but what can you expect when a cool day in New Jersey is 98, as opposed to the high of 105 degrees when I wrote this? Hugs to you all!

            Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Albus Dubledore. He belongs to JK Rowling. I also don't own Darth Maul, he belongs to whoever had the gall to produce The Phantom Menace and ruin a perfectly decent series of movies. I would also like to encourage them to sentence Jar Jar Binks as soon as possible to the most painful violent death allowed to be shown in a public theater. If you are a straight assed conservative who finds the bad part of this story not in the fact that the characters are from to different media but that they are both men, then it's your problem, I don't care, and get a life.