A/N: This chapter was a killer to write...I really hope that you like it. There are lots of allusions in this chapter so you might want to look for those, some of themhint to things. This chapter is also dedicated to Anonymous-cat for always reviewing and catching all my little hidden quotes. You'll have a lot of fun with finding them in this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own SW or KotOR II.

Chapter 14: Lost Within the Darkness

The sky was continuously growing darker due to the angry clouds beginning to block out the small sun. The brush was becoming thicker and coarser. The only thing that made them able to cut through it was their lightsabers. Each casting an eerie orange luminescent glow upon the bushes and tree. The wildlife had become silent...as if waiting for something.

Amira didn't like it. Everything was too quiet; the only sound was the humming of their lightsabers. The darkness was growing stronger by the minute and she knew that they were getting close. Mical was still cutting through the brush tirelessly beside her, but she knew that he was tired. They had been going at a gruesome rate and both of them needed a break.

The clouds opened up and began to pour buckets of rain down upon the both of them. Amira leaned against a tree for a moment. She didn't know how much longer she could keep up this pace. Her body ached in almost every place and she felt as if she'd break at any moment. The rain made matters worse...the ground became more slippery and she couldn't stand any longer.

Her legs finally gave out and right as she was about to fall to the ground, she felt Mical's strong arms lift her up. He began carrying her, she knew he was extremely tired and worn out, yet he still was willing to carry her. Force, she loved him so much. She leaned into his chest and sighed. He was warm, a comforting feeling to be sure, even though it was freezing outside. He held her tighter, trying to give her more warmth.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled apologetically.

"For what?" Mical said. His voice was strained from his fatigue causing his voice to shake slightly.

"Everything." She said simply.

He paused in his pace and kissed her on the top of her head. "You have nothing to apologize for. It was my own choice to come."

"But you wouldn't have come if I had not left. I am afraid of what the Council will do if they find out you're gone too." Amira said quietly.

"Fear not, everything will be set right." Mical said confidently.

"Fine...I'm still sorry, though." Amira wrapped her arm around his neck. "I can walk now."

Mical shook his head. "I don't think so. You're tired...rest. I'll carry you."

"Actually, I'm feeling quite better now." Amira lied. She looked at him pleadingly.

"No. You have been going non -stop longer than I have. You rest." Mical said with authority in his voice.

"Don't be a child, Mical. Let me go." She said while struggling in his arms.

Mical smiled. "Who is being the child now, Amira?"

Amira kissed him passionately of the lips then gave him a lecherous smile. She knew she had won.

"You know that you play dirty?" He let her on the ground and she stumbled a few steps before regaining her balance. "You sure that you are ready to go on now?"

"Yup...let's continue on." Amira said as she strode purposefully forward.

She again got that creepy feeling and she gripped the hilt of her lightsaber. The darkside was very strong here. She just hoped that it wasn't stronger than Mical and her. She turned around to see if Mical was still doing ok, but he was gone. She looked frantically around but could not find him anywhere. Panic gripped her heart. She had no clue where she was...and she had no clue where Mical was.

Amira began to take calming breaths. Everything would be ok...he probably had just taken a wrong turn. He would quickly regain his coordinates and find her. Then they would find Revan and defeat the evil that was here on this planet. She heard a rustling sound to her left and she immediately brought her lightsaber up, in a defensive position. Mical stumbled out from the brush. Amira breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where did you go? I was worried that something had-" Amira's heart leapt into her throat. She felt as if she couldn't breathe.

Something was wrong, she could feel it. Then she saw that Mical was holding his head and...blood was escaping between his fingers. He managed to walk a few steps closer but then collapsed in front of Amira. She rushed over to him and tried to see what had happened. Mical was bleeding everywhere...the main wound was located on his head and it had been caused by a blaster. The second wound was caused by...lightsaber.

"Force, Mical!" She tried to heal him but her Force powers were already worn down considerably due to her fatigue.

Mical began to cough. Blood dripped from the side of his mouth and she quickly wiped it away. She brushed his bangs out of his eyes and focused harder on the wounds. They were extremely serious. The Force flowed through her and into Mical, healing him. Amira felt her life force touch Mical's weaker one. He was slipping into unconsciousness. She had to keep him awake.

"What happened?" She breathed. "Stay with me, Mical!"

Mical smiled weakly, "He was there...I...I didn't see him coming."

"Who, Mical? Who?" Amira said, cradling Mical's head in her lap.

"I...I failed you." Mical said, his voice barely a measurable whisper. "I'm...sorry."

Mical's eyelids began to slowly close. She knew that she was losing him. "No, Mical. Please! Stay with me! Mical, stay awake!"

But Mical had already lost consciousness. Amira picked Mical up, which was no easy task, and began heading back to the ship. She prayed that he would live long enough to get medical treatment. Amira was no longer paying attention to the physical pain she was experiencing as she sprinted back to the Ebon Hawk, Mical barely alive in her arms. Her only thought was that she had to save him.

"No, Mical. I failed you." She said to herself.

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"What do you plan to do? You don't even know who killed him? Even if you did...it isn't the Jedi way! The Council will not approve of this decision..." Bastila counseled. She didn't know it, but her council was falling on deaf ears. Amira no longer cared, she had made up her mind already.

"I'm leaving, with or without the Council's permission." Amira replied carelessly back.

"Amira, I really think that you should reconsider-" Bastila began. Amira had no clue what was really going on and what she was getting herself into.

"I am done reconsidering, I am done planning...I will find him, Bastila. Once I do...I will kill him and make him pay for the crimes that are his." Amira said. She wasn't out for justice anymore; she was out for blood.

"You are letting your emotions control your thoughts and life...it is a path that leads to the darkside. Please listen, for your sake. You're a good person, Amira, don't do this." Bastila pleaded.

"I'm not doing this for me, Bastila. I'm doing this for Mical. He was a good, even great, person and he was brutally murdered. He deserves justice." Amira answered.

"Perhaps that is what you tell yourself right now...but it will change. What happens after you get your revenge? What then, Amira?" Bastila chided. "It will be too late to come back, Amira."

"Just because you weren't strong enough to withstand the lure of the darkside, doesn't mean that I won't be strong enough either." Amira spat venomously at Bastila.

Bastila looked at her angrily. "And just because you're a stubborn idiot doesn't mean that you can or should disregard everything I say!"

The two stood there in silence for a moment, each testing the other's limits. It was now a war of wits. Their eyes penetrated the other's gaze. Bastila's gaze was calm yet powerful while Amira's was angry and vengeful. The two Jedi had become polar opposites.

"I will leave." Amira said confidently. "You will not be able to stop me."

"Perhaps not, but I will try." Bastila said, determined.

Amira turned her back on Bastila defiantly. "You don't know anything, Bastila. With as much wisdom as you have, you still know nothing."

"I know that what you are doing is wrong-" Bastila began.

Amira didn't turn around but Bastila knew that tears were falling from her eyes by the way she spoke.

"No. No! What is wrong is leading a man to his death! What is worse than that? Leading a man that you love to his death! Holding him while he's dying and knowing that you are the cause of his suffering and pain. Knowing that you betrayed his love and trust for your own ambitions! That is what is wrong, Bastila!" Amira cried. "But do you know what is the worst thing of all? A death with no honor, no purpose. He died, Bastila! He died for no reason! And I could have stopped it...I could have stopped all of it."

"Do you really believe that, Amira?" Bastila asked quietly.

"I do. So now, I am going to do the only thing I can to give Mical a tiny bit of peace. I will kill his murderer. I will make him suffer like he has made me suffer. I will make him die like he made Mical die. I will hold him by the throat and watch the fear in his eyes as he slips into death..." Amira smiled a sadistic smile, "and I will enjoy every second of it."

Bastila paused. Everything had gone so wrong. The Jedi Order could not afford to lose Amira but if she left to go exact her revenge...they would have to exile her. They were bound by the Jedi Code to carry out the punishment. Amira began to walk off. Bastila could feel all the anger and darkness that she was exuding. It was...frightening.

"Then you are lost." Bastila whispered to herself.

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