A/N: Again, I'd like to thank all my loyal reviewers who are keeping this fic alive! It's good to see a few people who like Mical&Exile fics! There should be more out there! I should also be updating Broken Love Triangle soon as well so look for that...anyway, on to the story!

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Chapter 4: The Largest Threat of All

The blast of cold air met Mical's face dead on as the door of the Enclave swung open and Atton and Bao-Dur rushed in. In their arms was a very wounded looking exile. Mical heart jumped into his throat. What had happened? She had promised him that she was just going on a training mission! No training mission would leave her looking like that...bloody and battered.

Mical rushed to help Bao and Atton get her on the medical table. Both Atton and Bao-Dur had blood over the front of their robes and on their hands. The only thing was that neither had any wounds nor cuts. Meaning all the blood was Amira's. This was ridiculous! It was also going to be the last time Mical let her go anywhere alone, even if it was just a training mission.

"What happened?" Mical asked harshly.

"Don't look at me! Bao and me found her like this. She landed in the Ebon Hawk and stumbled out...it was lucky we were around to help her or she would've never made it to the med lab." Atton said defensively.

"Hand me some towels, we need to stop the bleeding." Mical asked Bao, who quickly went to work looking for some towels and other medical supplies.

Amira struggled against Mical's grip. Her eyes remained closed so it was a safe bet to assume that she was either having a nightmare or reliving the recent memory. Amira let out a muffled cry as Mical placed the cold towel on her forehead.

"Shhhh, it's alright. You're safe, Ami." Mical said in a soft and warm tone as he applied some pressure to her wounds. The blood had, thankfully, stopped for the moment.

Amira's eyes snapped open and Mical could see her eyes cloud with fear and worry. The haze quickly dissolved when she noticed who was healing her. Bao-Dur saw that they were doing all right and silently dismissed himself. Atton, on the other hand, decided to remain.

"Mical?" She whispered nervously.

"Yeah. I am here...it is going to be all right. You're wounds were serious but they are healing quickly." Mical explained.

Atton scoffed at the way she looked at Mical. What did he have that he didn't? Recalling the Jedi Code, reluctantly, in his head, he managed to focus on other things. One being that Amira was still hurt.

"Can I help?" Atton asked, almost pleadingly.

"No thank you, Atton. I can handle it from here." Mical said nonchalantly. He returned his focus to cleaning the last of Amira's wounds.

"You sure? 'Cause I really don't have anything better to do-" Atton commented.

"I am positive. In fact, it would probably be better if you stayed out of the way at the moment." Mical meant no insult, but he worked better alone. He always had.

Atton snapped at the comment. "Oh yeah? I beg to differ, your majesty."

"Atton, don't-" Mical began.

"Save it. You need someone useful, you'll know where to find me. Oh, and hope you get better, Ami. But under his care, I doubt that..." Atton said almost as an afterthought.

Atton slammed the door behind him. Mical just shook his head sadly...no matter what he did Atton would always hate him. It was a safe bet to say that Amira was that reason. Most of the crew knew that Mical and Amira had a thing for each other. Although they knew, the crew usually preferred not to talk about it in public. Amira smiled a weak smile and struggled to sit up. After much difficulty, she sat up.

"I'm feeling...better." She lied. "I guess I'll just-"

"No you don't. You need to rest. I don't know what happened out there but I plan on finding out...eventually." He added extra emphasis on the last word.

Amira rolled her eyes. "Mical, it was an accident."

"Well, at least you are alright now. That is all that matters." He turned to grab more supplies. Amira waved her hands and the cameras mysteriously shorted out.

"I said I was sorry." She mumbled apologetically.

Mical sighed. "I know. You just...you had me scared. When they carried you in...I thought I might lose you. I can't lose you, Amira."

Amira touched his hand tenderly. "I won't leave you, Mical. I'm too stubborn about that, remember?"

Mical shook his head and sat down next to her on the med table. His eyes weren't their usual blue color, but more of a hazy grayish-bluish color. Amira scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She brought her hand up and played with an out of place strand of blonde hair. Mical seemed not to notice her playing with his hair. His eyes were focused elsewhere, elusively. As if he was looking for something that could not be found or was unattainable.

"You need a haircut." She said playfully.

"You said it was a training mission, Ami." He said softly.

Amira looked away from him, her eyes cast downward. "It wasn't a training mission. I was asked to go investigate a Sith presence in the region..."

Mical snapped his head quickly around to look at her. She had always hated that disapproving look he gave her. "You lied to me?"

"I'm sorry, Di. It's just- I knew you wouldn't want me going if you knew that I was going to be dealing with Sith and..." her voice trailed off.

"You should have told me..." Mical stood up and started working on some medpacks.

"I told you why I couldn't have! You wouldn't have wanted me to go! Than I would have had to go behind your back and do it anyway!" Amira said the words before she could stop and realize what she had said. Mical stopped working and went stiff.

"So you would have disregarded anything I would have had to say on the matter?" He looked hurt. She could feel the sadness welling up inside him. She hated it when he was upset.

Walking over, she leaned into him and he wrapped his arms protectively around her. She rested her head on his chest and breathed deeply. "I love you. Anything I do, I do because I think it is the best thing for us."

Mical kissed the top of her head softly, tenderly. "I know. I...I'm just so terrified of losing you, Amira. I love you...and as long as I'm here I promise that I will protect you."

"That is a promise that will be difficult to keep, I think." Amira smiled and leaned closer to him. "You always were too overprotective."

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"I'm not sure I understand, Master Bindo..."

"You dream these dreams because you want to-"

"I just want them to stop. They're too painful." Amira said to Jolee.

"Hmph! Young people these days! You come here for my advice and then take no heed to it!" Jolee snapped.

"Master Bindo...I am trying. It is...difficult." Amira explained.

Jolee would have said some sort of snappy comeback but he knew how the young girl felt and decided not to bruise her already beaten feelings anymore than he'd have to. Sighing, he picked up his lightsaber and ignited it.

"Come...the only way to actually focus, is to battle. Where every move counts, where any misstep can cost you your life."

Amira looked at her lightsaber, which hung on her waist. She grabbed it and then quickly after dropped it, as if it were scalding hot. She couldn't do it...

Come on, girl. Pick it up.

Amira was a little more than surprised at hearing Jolee's voice in her head. Even more surprising was the fact that it wasn't a disapproving tone, nor was it loud or soft. It was just...there. She looked to him, his eyes met hers and she felt a renewed strength. Grabbing her lightsaber, she got up and stood adjacent to Jolee. She hadn't fought anyone or anything in a long while.

Without even telling her, Jolee began the battle by swinging at her side, which she easily parried and stepped back. Moving to his left, Amira swung lightly and nipped his elbow. He quickly turned and caught her off guard with a kick to the stomach. The old man played dirty. With a casual leap, Amira landed behind Jolee and his lightsaber moved to block hers. Sparks flew off of both as orange met purple.

A Force Push to his right sent him backing up, giving Amira enough time to take a breath. Jolee was soon on his feet and fighting back agressively against Amira who was shocked by his ability to wield a lightsaber.

"You're...too slow." Jolee breathed. "Never underestimate the enemy."

Amira grimaced as Jolee reprimanded her on her battle tactics. What did he know about battle?

"Actually, I know a lot more than you'd think. I may be old but I'm not ignorant." Jolee said after reading her thoughts. The man was smarter than he looked...

Using Force Stasis, Amira managed to freeze the man in another attempt to catch her breath. Jolee quickly retained his mobility and attack her ferociously. With a quick block to her right, then left, and then Amira spotted an opening. With a couple more blocks, Amira led Jolee to believing he'd won the battle. She then used a bunch of spontaneous moves. She could feel the Force flowing through her...it was once again a welcome companion.

Victory within her reach, Amira used a more defensive move. Jolee was surprised by her tenacity and ability to switch between offensive and defensive moves so instantaneously. Her power was amazing, and that frightened Jolee Bindo. Because he knew that those who gained power, even a small amount of it, did not want to lose it. Which a lot of times, was the cause of falling to the darkside. He could also feel all the emotions residing within her. Battle was a pure form of expression. When in battle, all defenses are dropped. He now understood why Bastila and the rest of the Council were worried.

With a final blow to Jolee's side, Amira won the battle. Much to the surprise of both her and Jolee.

"Congratulations. You won." Jolee said.

"Thank you, Master Bindo-"

"I didn't say that you were good. I simply said that you won." Jolee added.

"I see." Jolee was testing Amira's patience. And Amira didn't have much patience to begin with.

"Alright, your session with me is over. Thankfully...I am an old man after all." Jolee slumped into a nearby chair.

It was then that Amira saw how tired the old master really was. She felt awful for having put him through all that rigorous training, yet at the same time, she felt he deserved it for the way he was testing her. He had no right! Anger flooded Amira senses and she gripped the hilt of her lightsaber, quickly releasing it. Fear and surprise clawed into her heart and mind and she dismissed herself by running outside. Slipping into the shadows of the massive enclave, Amira disappeared from sight.

She had never lost her emotions like that before. Not ever. That fact alone made her shiver...what if the Council was right? What if her emotions led to a tragic accident? The voices inside her head were waging war with each other...as they always did now. Hiding among the ancient statues, Amira let her mind travel back to happier days...days where her biggest worry was a few Sith Lords. Not like now...now her biggest worry, and threat, was...herself.

A/N: Please review...I always look for things to add to this story or suggestions, advice...thanks again!