A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Adreial Kenobi. The review I recieved from you was very lovely and I thank you immensely for that! There is a major hint in here to one of the surprises in the end. Let's see if you find it... now, on to the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own SW or KotOR II...I most possibly don't own my mind, either. But I own Mical! -hugs Mical-

Chapter 15: A Sickening Coversation

The moment Jolee walked into the room with a solemn face, Amira knew something had gone terribly wrong. Jolee looked at her with immense sympathy, and all Amira wanted to do was run. She wanted to run from the truth that she knew deep down. Mical wasn't going to awake from his deep slumber. They had taken a huge risk...and Mical had lost.

"Amira, come sit by me." Jolee said quietly as he slumped into a chair.

"I prefer...to stand." Amira said stubbornly.

"He lost so much blood, Amira. We did all we could but...it, it just wasn't enough." Jolee swallowed. He had no clue how he was going to explain to Amira that the man she loved had died.

"What...what are you saying, Jolee?" Amira gripped her hands together so tightly that her nails began to dig into the palms of her hands.

"He's gone, Amira. We lost him...he's gone." Jolee said softly. Amira began shaking her head vehemently.

"No...no, it isn't possible. He's strong, Jolee! He's strong! There has to be something that you can do...there has to be something!" Amira fell to her knees and began weeping. "He can't be gone, Jolee, he just can't be gone."

Jolee didn't know what to do...so he remained silent. The girl was in such pain...Jolee wished he could help her but there wasn't anything he could do. She was not physically hurt, but emotionally. Her heart was crying, and Jolee could hear it. He knew how it felt to lose a loved one. It was ultimate suffering...there was no greater pain. Amira's pain echoed outward like a wave. He would be surprised if any Jedi could not feel it through the Force.

"I failed him, Jolee. I failed him. I should have been there to protect him...this should not have happened!" Amira beat her fists against the unwelcoming tile.

Jolee leaned down beside the weeping woman and tried to comfort her. "Amira, it wasn't your fault. You can't believe that it was...if you do, you'll never be able to move on. Accept his death and move on."

"How could you say something like that? Move on? Move on! I can't move on, Jolee! I won't. If I do...than I will have truly lost him." Her body shook with every cry of anguish and every tear that was shed. Her emotions poured through her. The whole building shook due to Amira's pain that she was exuding through the Force.

"Ssshh, Amira. It's ok, everything will be alright." Jolee was never the type that was good with kind words or comforting gestures so he did his best to help Amira.

"It won't be alright, Jolee! Mical is...he's...dead! It's all my fault!" Amira threw her head back. "Why? Why did he die and I live?"

Lightening crackled above the small medical center, and thunder roared. The sounds of monitors and electronics were everywhere. But Amira heard nothing. It was silent to her, as if she had been cut off from the world. Her tears stained her cheek and battered robe. The only thing she heard was the sound of her tears hitting the ground and her heart screaming and crying in grief and anguish.

The only man that she had ever loved was gone. He was gone and he was never coming back. Every horrid emotion known to the galaxy washed over Amira like an unpleasant and unwelcome wave. A wave that drowned out every conscious thought, every little bit of self-control she had left. It was all gone. In a matter of minutes, Amira's life had changed from better to worse.

"I...I need to see him." She said at last. Although she heard no reply from Jolee, she began to walk towards his room. Jolee opened the door and she walked in, and closed the blinds and locked the door.

She looked at Mical. He was pale, cold, and...lifeless. There was no color in his cheeks, nor in his lips. She sat next to him and gripped his hand. He was cold. There are no words known to anyone living that can possibly describe how Amira felt holding Mical's cold and lifeless hand. She put both her hands around his in a futile effort to warm them. There had to be a way to bring him back.

Her tears spilled down her cheeks quietly as she cried by his side. She couldn't leave him...not like this. This was no kind of death for such a good man, she knew that Mical deserved better. In fact, he deserved to still be alive. Fate was cruel...a lesson that Amira would never learn. She wasn't prepared for this much pain...this much suffering. She kissed his cheek softly.

"I'm sorry, Mical. I am so sorry. I failed you, my love." She looked at him tenderly. "I wasn't strong enough to save you, Mical. And for that I am truly and deeply sorry. I loved you...I always will. Please...please, Mical, wake up."

Amira closed her eyes, trying to summon as much power as she could to bring him back. She couldn't bring him back though. Death had forcefully taken him from her...and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. He was gone and she couldn't see him through the Force any longer. He didn't have that blue aura around him...he was just gone.

Amira shook her head slowly, wiping away the remaining tears. "I want you back here with me, Mical. With all my heart, I want you back here."

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She sat up suddenly, sweating. Brushing her soaked bangs out of her face, she swung her legs off the bed and ran to the 'fresher. She felt sick. The dream had affected her more than she had expected it too. The worst part of the dream was the fact that it wasn't a dream at all. It had happened...it was not a dream, but a memory. A terrible, horrid memory that she would be stuck with for the rest of her worthless existence.

Amira continued to feel sick for the rest of the morning. She decided to put off leaving the enclave for another two days. After all, it wasn't like she had anywhere to go to, and she didn't feel well enough to go anywhere anyway. She didn't even really have a clue as to where she should begin her investigation. Amira hoped that the Force would lead her to the killer. It didn't matter whether it was the lightside or the darkside of the Force that was doing the leading either.

If only Amira knew whom the killer was at the moment. If she did, she highly doubted that he or she would be living. That was all she could think about...making the murderer suffer. She would torture them and then right when they couldn't take anymore, she would heal them and do it again and again until she was completely satisfied. Then she would end their life, the whole time looking into their eyes to show them how she completely hated them.

There was a slight tapping sound at her door. Amira ignored it...she had no time to mess with Bastila or anyone else who wanted to try and stop her. The tapping continued and she reached out to try and sense who it was knocking at the door. She felt...nothing. There was nothing there except a slight electrical charge emanating. It had to be some type of droid.

Amira groaned and pressed the button to open the door. The door slid open and in front of her was a seven-foot tall rustic orange assassination droid. Amira nearly lost her balance seeing the droid standing there. He was the last person she had expected to see. In fact, she didn't even know why the Jedi would allow him inside the enclave.

"Salutation: Greetings, Master!" HK-47 beamed. "Statement: It is a pleasure to see you again, Master. And all in one piece, I presume? You meatbags do tend to lose a lot of pieces."

"HK? What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?" Amira asked.

"Friendly Warning: Not so loud, Master! Those meatbags with the bad attitudes will hear. Theory: I really do not believe that they would be too pleased with my presence, Master. Eager Query: Perhaps, if it comes to it, we can exhibit some slightly unrestricted violence?" HK said hopefully.

"No...well, perhaps. But not unless I give the order, understood?" Amira said, authority obvious in her voice.

"Statement: Of course, Master. Query: Is there something you need killed, Master?" HK-47 said, bringing his targeting reticule to his photoreceptor.

"So, HK, how did you get in here anyway?" Amira said quietly.

"Statement: Well, Master, it is a rather interesting explanation. Explanation: After taking several meatbags out in certain strategic positions, I was able to sneak silently to your room. You are not an easy meat- er, I mean, Master to track down." HK said, correcting himself.

"I see. By 'taken out' you mean killed?" Amira asked.

"Nervous Answer: Um...yes, Master."

"Ok...and no one saw you?"

"Proud Statement: Of course not, Master. I am a trained assassin dro-"

"Ok, just making sure. Good job, HK. It will most likely make it easier so I can leave later." Amira said absent-mindedly. She should be furious with HK for killing without her orders but she was busy with other concerns at the moment.

"Query: Master, where is the other historian Master?" HK-47 asked innocently.

"He's gone, HK." Amira said pushing past HK and beginning to walk down the hallway.

"Query: When is he to return? I rather like the meatbag." HK said nodding in approval. "Statement: He is too peaceful for my taste, but he has cunning like a nexu when he wants to."

Amira sighed angrily. "He's dead, HK! Drop it or I'll turn you into a scrap pile!"

HK withdrew a little bit. "Statement: Yes, Master. I would so hate to be turned into a scrap pile. Proud Assessment: It would seem that you have changed since we have last been together. You are a lot like my original Master now."

"Yes, well, Revan was a great leader and strategist. I'll take that as a compliment." Amira answered.

"Statement: Yes, and Master was always so cruel and angry." HK made a mechanical sigh. "Statement: Too bad that wussy meatbag Onasi weakened her."

Amira turned to him. "Are you trying to say love is a weakness?"

"Statement: Of course, Master." HK said, pretty happy with his assessment.

"Never, and I mean never, say that love is a weakness. Love is stronger than either of us. It always will be." Amira said bitterly.

"Placating Statement: Yes, Master. HK-47 signing off." HK said, remaining silent for the rest of the day.

A/N: Bao-Dur will be appearing in the next chapter so I hope you enjoy that! Thanks to everyone who continues to review! I appreciate it! Please review!