A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter! This is dedicated to my good friend JediAlianna25! She's been really supportive and a great help to me! Thanks for the reviews, too! I know I'm still a chapter behind so I'm working on it right now! It'll be up soon!

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Chapter 11: Surprise Reunion

The whole way back to Dantooine was full of excitement. Amira couldn't wait to see Mical. It had been a month since she, along with the rest of the Jedi Council, had decided that she go to Telos and help with the Restoration project there. She hadn't any clue, at that point of time, that it would be a month since she could return back and see her secret husband.

Now the thought of it made Amira smile happily. Her life was going smoothly at the moment, and Amira was amazed by that fact. Everything seemed to be going great since she married Mical. Nothing had gone wrong, no one suspected that they were married. It was the perfect plan and it was working perfectly. Amira nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw Dantooine approaching.

The planet grew larger and larger as she approached it. As she neared the landing platform, she noticed the beautiful rolling hills and plains that covered the planet. She had missed the landscape here. She initiated the landing gear and her ship landed quickly and smoothly. Exiting the ship, Amira expected that she would see Mical first. But she couldn't see him anywhere. Her gaze swept through the many faces...but no Mical.

"It's good to see you again, Master Darrah. I assume that your trip went splendidly." Bastila said, breaking Amira out of her thoughts.

"Yes, Telos is once again resuming its former beauty. The Ithorians are quite amazing with their work." Amira said.

Vandar, Bastila, Bao-Dur, Visas, Jolee, Mission, Mira, and a couple others were there. Mical, her own husband, was not. Where could he possibly be?

"Amira?" Mira said questioningly.

"Huh? Sorry, can you repeat the question?" Amira said distractedly.

"Nevermind, you should get some rest. You look awful. What? Were you rolling in mud on Telos?" Mira said jokingly.

Amira smiled. "You're probably right. I'll see you all tomorrow."

They all began to head off and Amira went back to the ship to grab a few of her bags. She was disappointed that Mical was not there. Perhaps he was on a mission, or he was simply busy. Was he too busy for his wife? Amira couldn't conceive of it. She decided that she would let the matter drop for now. It wasn't that important. She'd have plenty of time to spend with him later.

Heading down the ramp, she noticed a familiar presence in the Force nearby in the shadows. She dropped her bags and ran right into Mical's arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fervently on the lips, while she ran her hands through his blonde hair. "I missed you."

He kissed her again. "I missed you as well. You were there longer than expected."

They embraced passionately, each reveling in the other's presence. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that it would take that long."

"It's all right. I'm just glad that you're back." Mical said as he hugged her tighter. She ruffled up his hair a bit, something that she had been dying to do for a month.

Amira rested her head on his chest and breathed in relief. "I thought that I'd never be able to come back. The Ithorians kept coming up with more chores for me to do."

Mical smiled. "It's so good to see you again, Ami. Force knows how much I missed you."

"Yes-" Amira noticed a worry in Mical's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." Mical said softly, kissing her again on the top of her head.

"Are you sure?" She asked uncertainly.

"Of course. Don't worry." Mical said. "Come, we should do something special to celebrate your return."

"I love you so much." Amira said out of nowhere.

"I love you too." Mical said with an uncertain smile. "I love you with all my heart."

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The constant ticking of the clock was her only companion, as she lie awake in the dark of night. Her thoughts revolved mainly on that dream. She knew that something had been wrong. Mical had been worried about something, but at the time, she didn't care too much. She had just been so happy to be with him again. Now she wondered what he had been worried about. Perhaps he had known something that could have changed his fate.

Again, she felt the weight of his death pressed upon her shoulders. This was getting annoying, she should be able to get a decent night sleep but she couldn't due to these dreams. No matter what anyone told her, she knew that the dreams were clues; they would lead her to the killer. That was all she could think of. Revenge. She prayed that the revenge would give her the peace she hungered for.

Lying there, in the silence and darkness, Amira had doubts. She had doubts that she would remain faithful to the Jedi, and she had doubts that she could actually carry through on her revenge. The clock remained ticking continuously. It gave Amira a sense of time, which was why she kept it. It was a very ancient design that she had accidentally found on a mission. It had intrigued her so she had kept it.

Although not as efficient as a regular chrono, the clock served as a servant of time well enough. She remembered how fascinated Mical had been when she had first shown it to him. Her husband had loved the clock...for several reasons beyond her knowledge. It kept time and that was all that had mattered to her, at the time. Looking back, she supposed that she had kept it, and still keep it, as a reminder of years past; years where time was the least of her problems.

Amira got up and stretched. She felt as if she'd been sleeping for several days when, in truth, she had only been sleeping for several hours. Her hair was once a mess again, but she paid no attention to it. There wasn't really any point in dressing all up for a couple of Jedi. She grabbed her robe off the chair beside her bed and quickly changed into it.

There was a beeping sound at the door. Amira curiously opened the door to see a two-foot tall astromech droid. "T3? Is that you?"

"Beep!" T3 said happily. "Beep-bwoop."

Amira smiled genuinely, "I missed you too! How'd you get here, T3? Last I heard you were with Atton..."

"Bwooooooo. Beep-bwo beep beep-bop." T3 said sadly.

"He dumped you off on...on Telos and you managed to hitch a ride from an Ithorian?" Amira said dumbstruck. "Why did he do that? Where is he, anyway?"

"Beep bop bwoo beeeep. Bwooo-bop beep!" T3 said angrily.

"He's probably just under a lot of stress. Don't take Atton seriously, T3. He was probably upset about something." Amira said patting the droid on the head affectionately.

T3 looked hesitant. "Beep-bwoooo."

"You have something for me?"

"Beep-boop." T3 corrected.

"A message? Is it from Atton?" Amira asked hopefully. She worried that something bad had happened to Atton. He was like a brother to her; she would hate it if some awful accident had befallen him.

T3 backed up a little. "Bwoooooo. Beep...bwo?"

"I see. So you can't access it? It's all right, T3. I'm not mad at you. Maybe Bao-Dur can take a look and see if he can unlock the part of your memory core that holds the message." Amira said softly. T3 looked pretty tired. She felt a great deal of sympathy for the little droid.

"Boop-bee!" T3 said before wheeling off in the direction of the garage.

"I wonder what message Atton had for me? Hopefully, Bao can get it out of T3's memory." Amira said to herself quietly.

In the back of her mind, she knew that there was something important located within that message. There was something inside it that would help her accomplish her goal. Her mind right now was a prison, with memories locked in every cell. The only problem now was figuring out a way to unlock these secrets and buried memories...

A/N: Please review...I love hearing from you. I need some fresh ideas so feel free to let me know if something can be improved upon a bit or if you just have some advice! Thanks again! Only about nine chapters left before the shcoking conclusion! YIPPEE!