A/N: Sorry that it took so long to update but I wanted to make sure that this chapter was done right. If you like this story, you might want to check out my other story, Lost Love, as it too has a Mical&Exile pairing. This chapter is dedicated to SanguineExile for helping me get out of the corner that I got myself into, and The Disciple and Anonymous-Cat whom both left wonderful reviews for my stories! Thanks a bunch for the encouragement! Now on to the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything...but that doesn't mean I've accepted that fact.

Chapter 11

Curled up in the pilot's seat of the Ebon Hawk, Fiona sat and cried. She had been there for almost the whole night and part of the day. The pain hadn't eased up, she felt like she was suffocating. She had finally confessed her love to the man she had always loved and the worst possible thing had happened. He had turned her away, claiming that he didn't share her feelings. Hearing those words was like a stab to the heart...they couldn't be true. Yet, at the same time, Fiona believed them to be. Mical had never lied to her before, why would he start now?

So many questions buzzed around in her head. Was he afraid? Did he hate her? Did he think of her as just a friend? Fiona could not answer any of the questions and this made her even more frustrated and upset. Tears spilled over her cheeks and all her emotions were let loose. She didn't want to deal with any more problems. Fiona wanted to go back to the old days, the days where Mical and her were nothing but friends. But a longing, even a strong one, to go back would not change a thing.

Pulling her knees closer to her, Fiona felt even more alone than ever. It was at times like these where she hated being a Jedi. The Jedi counseled against every emotion that she was feeling right now. Anger, hate, sorrow, grief... all of these emotions were taking over Fiona's senses. Making it hard to think straight. They were also all paths to the darkside. The Sith held no truth for her, and as she sat there thinking she realized that the Jedi held no truth for her either.

There was a soft tapping sound at the entrance to the Ebon Hawk. Fiona ignored it, knowing who it was immediately through the Force. He had no right to talk to her, to even look at her. Besides, she didn't want him to see her like this. Tears streaming down her face, hair messed up, and huge dark circles under eyes due to her lack of sleep and any other commodity.

The tapping continued, louder this time. She refused to move from her spot. He had his chance, and he had forsaken it. She was broken...was she really this Fiona person at all? The memories had flooded back after she had kissed him...but then they had stopped as if blocked by an unseen force. Most of the memories were of her Jedi training and past, a few dealt with her personal life but other than that, she had no recollection of her love life. These memories melded with the "fake" memories and she didn't know who she was anymore.

"Fiona?" A voice called to her from outside. Mical.

Shaking her head, Fiona turned away from the view port and accessed the camera to the entrance. Mical stood outside; his head was hung low, like a child's after being scolded. She would not let him in, under any circumstances. She refused to have these emotions anymore...love, lust, they were distractions. Better yet, she needed to get out of this place. She didn't belong here. Not anymore.

"Please, Fiona. I need to speak with you." Mical asked once more.

Fiona scoffed at his feeble attempt. Although she had to admit, part of her wanted to let him in...wanted him to hold her and tell her that everything is all right. Just when she was about to get up and let him in, the other part kicked in. The part that said let him suffer. Let him wait out there until his bones become brittle from old age. Sadly, it was that part that most of the time won the battle.

Fiona silently walked over to the entrance and sat next to it. She could feel how close he was. Only a wall separated her from the man she loved. The man she had loved. Now she didn't. She wouldn't. She would never put herself in a position like that ever again. Looking at the floor, Fiona contemplated her next move. She could easily fly this ship out of here and to some outer rim world where she would never have to deal with Mical again.

But that would be running away. I promised myself that I would not run away, remember? A voice chided in her head. The voice was hers but the memory was not. She slammed her fist on the side of the wall. Blood oozed from the fresh cut. She didn't care...just like she didn't care about the man outside. Yeah right. Perhaps if I tell myself that enough times, I will believe it. Just like I had before the memory wipe.

Memory wipe? It almost seemed as if the voice was helping her remember her past. She tried focusing, but Mical's presence was so overwhelming.

"Fiona? Will you at least speak to me? I know you are on the other side of the ramp." He called again.

"Really? I guess you know everything, huh? Including how much you broke my heart!" She cried back angrily at him.

There was silence for a short time before Mical finally answered. "Fiona, let the ramp down so we can talk."

"What do you think we're doing right now? Talking...so spit it out and go away." She replied bitterly.

"I was wrong, Fi. It was a mistake." He said pleadingly.

"Yeah, I know. I was a fool to ever think an unfeeling person like you would care! I told you that I... and you turned me away...and for that I'll always hate you, Mical." She said the same way Mical had envisioned it in his dreams.

"No, I made the mistake. I do love you, Fi. I was just-" Mical hesitated. The words sunk into Fiona like nails. So the truth comes out..." Afraid."

Fiona remained silent.

"I love you, Fiona. I loved you from the moment I met you all those years ago on Dantooine. I ask you now if you'll forgive me." Mical said quietly.

"How dare you? How dare you!" Fiona cried out desperately. "You don't love me! You never have! It is all a lie! I hate you!"

The last words stung Mical. It was like a sword to the heart. " I love you."

"What? You think just because I'm confused and lost and upset...that I'll believe a poor lie like that?" Fiona banged her head against the wall behind her. "I don't believe you. I can't."

Mical noticed then how upset Fiona really was. She needed him right now. "Let me in, please?"

Her voice was a barely a measurable whisper. "I can't."

"You can. I can help you. Open the door." Mical said with authority.

The ramp, much to Mical's surprise, lowered. Mical rushed up to Fiona as she stood at the top of the ramp, crying. Mical wrapped his arms around her in a comforting gesture. The pain and sorrow that she was emitting through the Force was incredible. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder.

"I...I'm so sorry, Mical. I...I don't know what to do! I feel so lost and helpless." Fiona said quietly between sobs.

"It's ok. I'm here...I won't let anything harm you ever again. I promise you that as long as I'm here, nothing will ever hurt you. Ever again." Fiona looked up into his eyes. His blue eyes were filled with warmth and compassion. She could have melted into those eyes.

Mical noticed Fiona's amber eyes turn a shade lighter. "I love you." Fiona said softly.

She kissed him passionately on the lips and he held her tighter. He was warm compared to her...she had spent the night alone in the cold cockpit. She silently promised herself that she would not be sleeping alone in the cockpit tonight.

"I love you as well." Mical replied after breaking the kiss reluctantly.

Fiona pushed a nearby button and the ramp ascended. She grabbed Mical's hand and led him towards the starboard quarters. She definitely would not be spending the night alone...

A/N: Use your imagination...please review! Thanks!