Well, I have to apologize.

I honestly thought I could write a complete fanfic, but it seems I was wrong. I don't know if I just 'fell out of love' with KOTOR, or with fanfic in general, but it seems like I just have no appetite left for it. I am a fickle, fickle wench, and I have learned now not to publish what I can't finish.

I did write a few more chapters back in March, actually bringing the story to something of a close, but the stuff I ended up with just wasn't KOTOR. It deviated so sharply from the main story that I just don't feel it does the characters justice, no matter how sexy and dramatic I think it was.

I'll try to upload the last few chapters I've written, or if anyone would like to take over, contact me?

Sol

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She didn't stay. She wanted to, but she knew he was in no shape to pursue matters. She opened herself to the Force and let it heal him, and then she watched over him, the lines around his eyes and mouth smoothing as he gave his cares over, temporarily, to sleep.

Kirre envied him, a little - she couldn't pull the same trick on herself.

The next morning, when he wandered out into the mess room, she was eating a synthesized fruit and talking with Juhani about the star maps. She fell silent as he entered.

She felt shy and awkward around him again, suddenly. She quickly excused herself and fled, mumbling something about checking in on Mission and Zaalbar in the cockpit.

Instead, she headed straight for the engine room. She didn't know why, but the steady hum reassured her, somehow, made her feel at home. She wondered, for the hundredth time, if perhaps she had been born and raised on a spaceship.

"You feel safe here," Bastila said from behind her. Kirre smiled slightly.

"Yes, I suppose I do," she said, turning to face the other Jedi. "I don't know why, but it feels like home."

Bastila studied her face intently, searching for some sign of - what?

"Why are you afraid of me?" Kirre blurted out, unsure where the insight came from, but once it was out in the open, certain of it.

Bastila recoiled, drawing herself up in a huff. "Afraid of you? Of course not."

Kirre stared at her. "You're lying," she said slowly, again unsure of where her knowledge came from, but certain of its veracity.

"You've been spending too much time with that paranoid spacer," Bastila said curtly, dismissively, and Kirre could feel her cheeks flush. Bastila was on it in an instant.

"Oh, you didn't," she said, aghast, a look of such horror on her face that Kirre winced.

"I know love isn't the Jedi way," she said defensively. "I won't let the situation get out of hand." Her preternatural insight seemed to desert her as quickly as it arrived, and she kept her head down as she slipped past the other Jedi.

"It's far too late for that," Bastila said, behind her, and she pretended not to hear as she fled towards her quarters.