Her husband was killing her. As a Jedi she was trained to have rational thought during chaotic moments. In battles, and havoc, not once had she faltered in that training as she was right now. Bastila's head felt dizzy from the lack of life giving air. She tried to pry his hands off her neck but he was too strong, physically and in the force. She let go of his hands and force pushed him. He flew off the bed- taking her with him. Her neck still in his grasp. It was no use, she was going to die.

I'm going to die. No. I'm not going to die like this. I can't give up so easily. I mustn't. The Jedi desperately reached for the table by their bunk.

Her lightsaber. If she could just reach it.

"I don't think I could be as strong as you, watching you suffer like that would be too much for me to bear." That holds much truth. Even now. I'm sorry for this.

            Finally getting a good grasp on her lightsaber she took a good slash at his arm.

            Miles screamed in pain, let Bastila go and clutched his arm. And then there was nothing, no screaming, and no movement. Nothing. It was almost as if he had died. Pushing with her legs, while turning off her lightsaber, she slid into the corner. Trembling and fear took over her body. "Fear is the path to the dark side."

Control your emotions. Control yourself. She calmed herself, but still somehow she felt scared, and… angry. Mostly she felt betrayed. Even if he was sleeping or not… she couldn't imagine him ever hurting her.

            She got closer, and realized, he was sleeping. How he could sleep with such a gash was unbelievable. She had cut him pretty deep. It wasn't going to do any long-term damage, but it would definitely leave a scar. Bastila felt blood trickle down her neck and realized… injuries he had caused might leave scars also. And not just on her neck… she felt them deep inside herself.

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            Miles groaned as he woke up. He realized he wasn't on a bed as he opened his eyes slowly. He was on the floor… And his arm- He gave a grunt when he looked over. Miles arm was bandaged up, and he could see blood still seeping through.

What in the hell?

            "Bastila!" Calling out to her, he got no answer. So he went looking for her. She wasn't anywhere in the ship and he started to panic. What if something had happened to her in the night? What if someone took her? He opened the ramp to the ship and saw her. Giving a sigh of relief, and saying her name at the same time, he walked closer. He was confused when she didn't acknowledge him. But he could feel her troubled mind… and physically she tensed up. Miles touched her shoulder and she jump, only slightly, but noticeably.

Why are you scared of me? Bastila eased up as she could feel his soothing presence once again. Not that monster that had attacked her. She turned so quickly and hugged him so tightly he was caught off guard.

            "Wait… Bastila… love- look at me…" Still holding onto her waist he pushed her back slightly so he could look at her. "What's wrong."? Examining her, trying to read her expression he noticed her neck, and tilted her chin up. He attempted to control his anger, but it still flooded in his chest.

            His beautiful wife's neck looked… almost, mutilated. It looked like a recent wound, and yet it had already started to bruise. And it looked horrible. Purple surrounded it, and there were deep cuts. The blood was still wet, but it looked like she had cleaned them up. Trying not to let his emotion show in his words, he spoke slowly. "Who… or what, did that to your neck?" She didn't dare to meet his eyes. "And my arm? What happened last night? What's wrong?"

            "You had a dream last night."

Look at me.

            "Yes. I remember…. Some." Truthfully all he remembered was pain. And hate. Because that is all he felt, that is all that was vivid.

            "I tried to wake you up." She looked up from the ground, and into his eyes.

And that's all she had to say.

He knew. He could feel it. And he remembered.

Please review. By the by, trust me, I thought that she could have just healed up her injuries using the force. But… TOO BAD. MUAHAHAHAHA! Give me a break will ya? Oh and sorry everything I post is really short…. Anyway! REVIEW!