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Chapter 7

Atton sat with in his usual spot in the cockpit. So many different thoughts running through his mind; the one that was really perplexing him was why didn't Fiona remember him? The woman who was resting in the med lab was the woman that he loved, right? Th same woman that could stop your heart just by flashing you a charming smile, the same woman who could tell yuo everything is going to be alright at the worst possible times...and you would believe her.

Atton sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He was wasting time...he should go see her. Maybe she just had temporarily lost her memory due to some bump on her head or some injury. Yeah, that was it...it had to be. He stood and immediately ran straight into Mical. He tried to move around him but he continued to just stand there.

"Where are you going?" Mical asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"I'm going to see Fi. So get out of my way..." Atton tried to manuver around the younger Jedi but he held his ground. "For the love of the Force, Mical! Get out of my way!"

"She's sleeping...she's really worn out. I think it would be best to leave her alone right now..." Mical said calmly.

"What? What! You spend all freakin' afternoon with her and now you tell me to leave her alone! I don't believe how hypocritical you are!" Atton yelled angrily.

"Calm down, Atton. You can speak with her when she awakes. And to answer your accusation of me spending time with her...that was to save you from getting your head blown off!" Mical said in a serious tone.

"What do you mean? Like she woul've even hurt me at all..." Atton's voice trailed off as he looked at Mical's serious face. "You really think she would've?"

"No doubt. She almost shot at me when I entered the room."

"Well, I don't buy it. That woman in there is still Fiona...and that means that she still loves me." Mical nearly flinched at the last comment. "I don't believe that she would hurt me. So get out of my way..."

Mical stood aside and let Atton pass. He's right...he's right and I know it. She did love him...I shouldn't be interfering in his affairs. If he wants to go and risk his own health than by all means, he should go. Mical sat roughly into a chair beside him. He breathed a ragged breath. Why can't I let this go? Of course I admired her...but that is all. I mean I loved her...but not in the way Atton does. Mical twirled the chair so it faced the viewport and he stared into the vastness of space; the stars screaming past him. I did love her. I do love her, just like Atton does. I do and I know it.

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"Fiona?" Atton peaked around the door of the med lab.

"Oh, it's you." Serena rolled her eyes.

"Hey, how's it going?" Atton said casually as he walked in and sat down beside her.

Then he noticed the blaster in her hand. "Come any closer and I'll shoot you. What do you want?"

"Hey, no need to be upset or worried. I was just stopping by to talk."

"Talk? Yeah right, what do you really want?"

"A guy has the right to talk, doesn't he?" He said defensively.

"Mical told me about you." She said as she lowered the gun.

"He did, did he? What did he say?"

"I'm not the woman that you love. I'm Serena Toppak." She said abruptly.

"Yeah, well, you'll forgive me if I don't believe you. Considering you look exactly like her." Atton said as he leaned back and crossed his arms.

"What is with you guys? I am not her. I am not!" She said angrily.

"Prove it."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Prove it. Prove that you aren't Fiona." Atton tempted dangerously.

"What do I have to do?" She questioned.

"A simple DNA test should do the trick..."

"No chance in space!"

"Why? What do you have to lose?"

"Maybe my life! I'm a wanted criminal! There is no bloody way that I'm going to give you a sample of my blood!"

"Why are you wanted? What did you do?" Atton asked.

"None of your business, so go space yourself." She snarled.

"Fine." A smile crept across Atton's face. "There is one other way that you can prove that you're not Fiona."

She sighed, frustrated. "What this time?"

"A kiss." She slapped him across the face. Hard.

"You pig. I see what's going on here! You are a bounty hunter, aren't you!" She immediately sprang up, with her blaster in her hand.

"What? No!" Atton rubbed the side of his face, now feeling the effects of the slap.

"Yeah right. So who are you really?"

"Atton Rand." He said it so seriously that she actually believed him.

"Sit." She motioned him to sit. "I don't know who you are, but know if you betray me...it'll be the last thing you do. The last."

"Is that a threat?"

"No. I don't make threats...only promises."

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Mical walked pass the main hold, noticing Atton sitting in the dark corner. He walked up to him. When he got close enough he noticed the bruise on his cheek. He had to bite his lip to contain his laughter.

"Say one word...and I'll kill you."

"I wouldn't think of it..." Mical walked off laughing quietly to himself.

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