A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so i hope you enjoy it! This fic is not, I repeat, NOT an AttonExile fic. You have been warned...

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or KotOR 2...so don't sue me.

Chapter 2

Mical, more commonly known as Disciple to most, walked the empty halls of the newly rebuilt Jedi Enclave. A feeling that he hadn't felt for quite some time gripped his heart. Fear. Fear that he should be able to let go. But he can't...not since she left. He stared at the scarred walls of the Enclave. It held so many memories...good and bad. All he had shared with her. He couldn't shake the feeling that he may never see the woman he loved ever again. He should've told her how he felt...but he hadn't.

And that was where the real fear came into play. The fear that she would never know how much he loved her. That he would have done anything for her. Her heart ached with comprehension. It seemed that he wasn't the only one suffering from her leaving...

"Hey." Mical jumped slightly before turning around calmly. "Sorry, didn't mean to spook you."

"You merely surprised me...I suppose my mind is elsewhere right now." He looked away and back at the enclave's council room.

"You alright? You seem a bit shaken." Mira asked curiously.

"A Jedi is suppose to be able to find their center within the Force." Mical said.

"That isn't what I asked."

"I know." He looked away evasively. "I just can't stop thinking..."

"About Fi?"

Mical nodded. "A Jedi is suppose to also be able to let go of trivial things such as this...yet I just can't seem to find my center."

Mira stood quietly next to him. "She'll be fine. She did destroy three Sith Lords, y'know."

"That's what she said. But that was also with the help of all of us. She went alone...with no one to protect her." Mira could sense his distress even though his face showed no signs of pain, she could tell that the man was in deep emotional pain.

"C'mon, lighten up, Mical. Things could be worse..."

Mical looked at her with slight frustration showing.

"Ok, so things are worse. You remember what Fi told us, don't you?" She said.

"Yes, of course. She told us to find other Force adepts and train them in the ways of the Force."

"And what are you doing right now?"

Mical looked at the ground. "Well, um...I'm..."

"Exactly. You're moping. She wouldn't be too happy to know that her troops weren't following orders." Mira said with a smile.

"You are correct. I can't keep this attitiude up. I am a Jedi. Thank you, Mira." Mical said warmly.

"Anytime...well not anytime. In fact, let's keep this between us. After all, I have a reputation to uphold." She finished.

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Atton tossed and turned. Another restless night. He hadn't been sleeping well lately. He just kept getting the feeling that something might be wrong. That Fiona might be in trouble. He turned to lay on his right side. His head filled with images of all the horrible ways that she could be hurt...or worse. She could be lying there, dying, alone...calling out his name...

He sat up abruptly, breathing heavily. He put his head into his sweaty hands. He ran his hands through his unkept hair. This was usually how he felt when he woke up. Thoughts ran through his head...thoughts...and plans. She would be mad. He stood up and shook his head angrily. He couldn't...could he?

"She would kill me." He paced nervously around the room. "I would just end up going out there and getting either myself or her killed. Or worse...I would go all the way out there and she would already be dead..."

Atton grabbed his shirt and put it on. Then he turned to the wall phone and dialed a number that he hadn't thought that he ever be dialing again...

A sleepy looking Disciple appeared shortly after. "Atton?"

"Yeah, that's right...Mical." He nearly choked on the word. But for Fi's sake...he would try tolerating the kid.

"What's wrong?" He asked, obvious worry on his face.

"Nothing...yet."

"I'm afraid I don't understand..." Mical began.

"Well, if you would shutup maybe I could tell you!" Atton took a breath trying to regain his posture. That kid sure could bring out the worst in him. "I need...well..."

"Yes?"

"You see..."

"I'm waiting, Atton." Mical said, slight amusement in his voice.

"You are really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"A bit."

"I hate you."

"I know. Is that why you woke me up at 2 in the morning? Because if it is...I'd like to get back to..." Mical said irritated.

"No! No, that isn't why I contacted you. Though it was convienient that it woke you up." Atton said with a sinister smile. "Anyway, what I wanted to ask you is...I need your help."

"With what, may I ask?"

"It's about Fi..."

The color drained from Mical's face. "Is she...alright?"

"Yes..." Atton began.

"Thank the Force!" Mical breathed.

"Well, I don't know. You see I just keep having this feeling..."

"Say no more. I have been having the same feeling...what do you suggest we do?"

"I'm not sure...I didn't think you'd agree..." Atton said grinning, embarrased.

If Mical was upset, he masked it well. "You want to go after her?"

"Yes!" The answer came almost automatically before he could stop it.

"I actually don't have a ship-"

"I'll come pick you up, we'll refuel and then head out."

"Alright, agreed." Mical finished before signing off.

Please don't be mad at me, Fi...and please...please be alive...

A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed my last chapter! i live off of reviews! The more reviews the quicker updates...though I just started school so it may take longer than usual! Please review! Thanks!