Sorry it took so long. I had a lack of inspiration, but I bought KOTOR for the Xbox, FINALLY, and got tons. Depending on where I decide to go with the story, the next chapter could be the last chapter, but I don't know just quite what I'll do yet. I know it's short, but realize that I am starting a new fanfic to follow this one. (I know, the suspense is gonna kill you.)

Lifeslikethis: I wish that were true, but alas, it is not meant to be. (That did give me this SUPER wonderful idea though...)

Heading up to Liam's apartment, Adana grew paler and paler. She looked frailer than he had ever seen her.

"Adana, I really think this is a bad idea. We should go back to the room and you should lie down, even if only for a half-hour."

"Ani, I told you. I'm fine. Besides, I'm sure Liam will want to know about his friends." Her voice was shaky and barely a whisper.

"I don't care about Liam. He can wait. You can't." She placed a hand over her stomach, as if to try to stop the pain.

"I can, and I will. Now here is the door. I want you to drop this, please." Anakin sighed. He would give in, for now. But after they left that crappy apartment, he would force her to lie down. He lifted his hand to knock on the door and found that when he knocked, the door opened. The room inside was an even worse sty than before. The couch was overthrown, and there were signs of blaster shots on the walls.

"Oh my gods...," was all Adana managed to say.

"Liam?" Anakin shouted into the apartment. He didn't want to trespass if the man was alive. "Mr. Jukaska? Anybody here?" No answer.

"Guess we can just go in." Adana followed him inside. Anakin proceeded to the bedroom, leaving Adana in the living room, kitchen, or whatever the hell it was.

There, lying on the bed, was Liam, covered in blood. His wounds were that of a lightsaber, and apparently, the fatal blow had been into his chest. He still grasped his broken saber. Getting up, he sighed and used his middle and index fingers to close the man's eyes. Walking over to the door, he noticed a datapad on the floor. It was odd looking, with an almost ancient look. He pushed the play button and an old man with a cloaked face came on. He began talking:

"Hello dear Adana. Unfortunately, this is the last thing you will be hearing, for we poisoned your food at that diner you visited with Skywalker. You see, you are just too curious to keep around. You know too much. I was planning to use you to lure Anakin to the dark side by capturing you, but this works much, much better. Well, as you are probably lying on the floor unconscious by now, I shall say my goodbye to you. But don't worry. I will take good care of my future apprentice."

"Adana!" He whispered with a quick realization. This time, in stead of walking, he dashed for the door. He didn't even wait for it to finish opening before crawling into the living room. There Adana was lying on the floor. Her eyes were open, and she was in obvious pain.

"Adana? Sweetheart? You're going to be okay." With panicky fingers, he grasped his comlink. Pushing the button, he put it up to his mouth. "We need medical assistance immediately. I have a poison victim." He managed to say with a voice he could not recognize.

"Where is your location?"

"Uh, Heaven's Gates Apartment Community, Room 135."

"They'll be there soon."

The comlink turned off and he dropped it to cradle Adana in his arms. She was burning up, and there was no color in her face. Her lips were moving, though he couldn't make out what she was saying.

"What are you trying to say? Adana, please, speak up a little." He leaned his ear down to where he could feel her hot breath on it.

"I'm dying, Ani." The realization that she could honestly die right there in his arms made tears well up in his eyes. Damn, where are those healers?, he though impatiently.

"Don't say that. I've called healers and you're going to be fine, you'll get through this." He was whispering now just as she was, as if talking at a normal level would speed up the process. He heard what sounded like a tiny chuckle come from her lips.

"Ani, don't be silly. It's my time to go. I just…," She didn't finish.

"You just what? Don't you give up on me now, you hear? Everything is going to be fine."

"I just want you to know," A cough, "that I love you." A small trickle of blood came out from the corner of her lip. Just then the door bashed open and a bunch of emergency crew people filed into the room and put her on a stretcher. Anakin grabbed her hand with every intention of following her to the Hospital and waiting for her to regain conciousnous. However, one healer had a different idea.

"Sir, you need to stay here. You'll only get in the way on the speeder." Anakin allowed for his hand to part from her's, momentarily at least. He would be at the hospital when she awoke.

Did any of ya'll cry? My friend did, but oh well. LOL. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Tell me if I should continue or not, cuz I am stumped.