Sunrise19, yes, Zira is really dead... it's just Scar that survived, alone...

Thansk for all the reviews, I wasn't that sure about the story- soI'm really glad you like it... here is the second part, please R&R if you feel like it - Atrice...

Part 2 - Nala's mistake

Scar hadn't had any sleep at all the next night. He wandered around his rock, suddenly feeling much better than he ever did the last few years. Maybe, if he played his cards right, Nala would stay… no, that wouldn't work, he thought. She would never stay with Scar if she could decide for herself. She would leave him alone. 'Always alone… I am never loved!' he thought with a growl, and jumped up onto the rock. It was close to noon again now, and he was getting hungry. No scavengers to see in any direction, so no cadavers near to steal either. He let himself fall down to lie with a sigh. The heat haze towards the desert was bad today, really flimmering. He turned to the other side – which wasn't that much better. Today was even warmer than the day before, and he had a headache and the stomach made little noises to remind him of the hunger he suffered. Just as he felt ready to pass out in the heat, he saw what he thought was a mirage, through the haze. Someone walking towards him, it looked a lion. And that smell in the air, blood, meat! 'No, it's nothing… just your mind making it up…' he tried to tell himself, but the lion and the smell came closer. Scar pulled himself together and jumped down from the rock and ran towards the lion.

"Nala!" he said and stopped with a startle, actually surprised – and not able to hide it in the heat! He had expected her to return, but this soon? She stopped, and dropped the gnu leg in front of him.

"You… looked hungry." She said, not really proud that she was doing this. She walked past him and down to the waterhole – the trip had been long and warm. Scar stood there, a bit taken aback, looking after her. But that leg in front of him… oh, it was fresh! He hadn't had fresh meat for a very long time, he couldn't even remember when. He pulled it to his rock and lay down to eat.

Nala looked at Scar from a distance and sighed. Why had she done this? She was feeding Scar, making him survive! Didn't he deserve to die? He killed Mufasa, and tried to do the same to her friend and mate, Simba… but she also felt sorry for him. If only he really had died, he wouldn't be suffering like this. And Nala couldn't stand suffering.

She had come home the day before, and the rest of the lionesses had a good hunt, lots of meat. The next morning she had been up by dawn, to have a bite of it. But whilte she ate, she couldn't stop thinking about Scar, looking so poor and hungry; probably not able to hunt anything but hyenas and lionesses (she remembered that from when he ruled the Pride) – and in the end she had gnawed a leg loose from the gnu and pulled it towards the outer edge of the Pridelands.

Scar looked up as she finally came to the rock, and smiled his most friendly smile – but it still looked too superior, he wasso used to smile like that.

"Nala… how can I ever repay you for this?" he said and got up, finally at least somewhat full and feeling much stronger. He would save the rest for later, or perhaps tomorrow.

"You won't have to… just forget I ever did this." Nala answered with an ashamed voice. She shouldn't have done it, she shouldn't have come back. Scar looked curious after her answer.

"But you did, dear Nala, you did… you've brought food to the hungry. I will never forget you for this, never…" he said with his most heartfelt voice, thinking things were finally going better. He knew just how to handle Nala now – he even had something to use against her, and she gave it to him herself, without a second thought.

"I'm so sorry about that…" she said and Scar was just about to laugh, but kept it to himself. How did she do this, Nala was amazing. A perfect queen for him – she had sounded almost like himself, when he said he was sorry but not really serious about it. She began to walk past him – towards Pride Rock, that was obvious. But Scar had other plans for her now, and ran forward and jumped in front of her.

"Please, don't leave me alone again…" he begged with a pleading tone.

"I shouldn't have come… let me go, Scar." Nala said, but Scar stood on his spot.

"But you did come, dear Nala… and you're not going anywhere!" Scar said with a grin, happy with his own little idea. Nala tried to jump around him, but he kept blocking her way. He made her turn around in the end, back to the rock that was his home. Nala wasn't happy about the situation at all. She hadn't even told Simba – or anyoen else – that she was leaving, how would he find her here? Scar looked so pleased with himself that she almost felt sick, but she didn't dare to move from the point where she now had laid down. A furious Scar was worse than any other Scar, she knew all about that.