Aw, I feel so sad for receiving no feed back on the last chapter… If you're Canadian you have an excuse! Thanksgiving is here and everyone is busy but those of you who aren't… you break my heart! Well, this chapter is going to make you cry if anything else. Haha, just remember… you caused this!

Hmmm… For those who want to know more about Jedi law and traditions go to wikipedia and type in Jedi. It will give details about everything; even of some of the characters I have used. I would give you the link but it won't show up on fanfiction.

The journey home seemed to take forever. Serra had managed to keep Klip conscience and even had him mumble a few words. All were inaudible but both were thankful that he was still alive. By now a normal person would had faded away, though a Jedi was different.

When they had docked, A'Sharad placed his arm under Klip's shoulder while Serra did the same on the other side. A young padawan gasped in horror when he saw the trio. Whie Malreaux left the side of his fellow padawan, Bene, and raced toward them. "Master Klip!"

Serra locked eyes with the blond. "Go and alert the medical ward. Tell them we need medical attention right away!"

As he was commanded, Whie went to go get help. Bene stayed by Serra's side. Cin Drallig had been Serra's Master as well at one time but she was now older and a Jedi Knight. Often Bene awed at Serra. "We should avoid the stairs and go straight."

"That's straight though the meditation rooms." Serra said.

A'Sharad nodded his head and motioned through the way that the padawan had mentioned. "We have no choice. Let's go."

When they had reached the medical ward, Klip was mumbling under his breath. The Jedi, who was head of the ward, knitted his brow. He had them lay Klip down on a bed. "What happened?"

Serra glanced toward A'Sharad, who was seeing Bene out of the room. "I don't know. We were on a mission and I was engaged in battle, I never saw a thing. His neck… I think it was a laser."

The Jedi lifted Klip's head and glance at the back of his neck. "It's all carotid. Stabbed in the back of the neck."

"So what can you do?"

"Nothing." He paused, using the force to discover what was going on with the injury. "The laser went right through and scorched his lungs. I can only make him comfortable."

A'Sharad gazed at the Jedi. "Are you sure?"

"I wish I was wrong…"

The door opened once again to reveal Bant and a very troubled Yunda. The Jedi Master could feel her stomach turn. "I knew I should have gone…" she whispered.

Bant felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Serra. The Jedi Knight looked as if she had been through hell and back. Her dark hair had fallen out of its braided bun and clung to her face.

A'Sharad rubbed his face with his hand. "Come Serra, we must wait till Master Windu arrives to give an account."

The medical Jedi had left along with the others. Bant had been through worse times yet this was another notch in her belt. She didn't want another person she was close to slip away. How sad was the feeling that she could not stop it.

"Master Eerin…" Yunda stood tall, her face turning red. "Could I please have a moment alone…?"

Bant was confused by Lady Pumbbala. Ever since the two had gotten together, there was never a time when Bant could feel comfortable. Slowly she nodded her head and left.

The sound of the door closing almost caused Yunda to leap. She couldn't describe the feelings that were taking over her. Was this to be it? All the angst and pain that had been dug up could not be laid to rest. She wanted to sit down and explain herself to Klip when this whole ordeal was over but it didn't seem like it was going to happen.

She was now seated in a chair by the bed. Her hand reached out and grasped his. It felt so different then she remembered. The soft palms of youth had been replaced by the calluses of a warrior. So much had changed. "Klip… please forgive me… I wanted to say so many things… yet I couldn't. There was never anyone else like you. I never loved anyone like I loved you." She paused. "I never loved anyone but you."

Yunda could not fight back the tears anymore. Her face was buried in the folds of his tunic while she sobbed. So many chances lost to stubbornness. She rested her check on his chest. "What have I done? I was wrong to do what I did… my weakness caused you pain. Every night I would cry… I would cry and pray that your face would go away but it never did. It was almost like you were haunting me."

"I had a baby… a little baby boy… he was so small and all he did was cry when I held him. He came here. You know how I told you that I came to visit? Well, Master Corran made sure that he knew which child was mine and he would let me visit. When he turned three I wasn't allowed to come anymore. They didn't want him to remember me." She smiled. "That still didn't stop me. I watched from a distance and low and behold, guess who took him for a padawan? Qui-gon! I was happy then because I knew that he would have a good instructor. He is well known, just like you. He looks like you to! His name is Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan Kenobi. I should have told you but then you would have not become what you are now."

Yunda lifted her head and stood to her feet. She knew had to go but she could not find the strength to take her eyes away. "Please don't hate me." Bending down, she brushed her lips against his. "I love you…"

She suddenly felt a grip on her hand which caused her choke back a gasp. This moment was what she needed to help her let go. The question still remained: was this the right way to end their story? It must have been since she felt the grip loosen. The room felt empty and now Yunda could feel no other presence then herself.

There was no smile on her face, none but falling tears were present. She felt so alone. No one could lend an arm to cry on. Over the years she had come to lean upon Gavja but his kindness was hiding something dark. Then she could feel that dreary feeling wash over her like a wave.

She turned to come face to face with her husband. "Gavja?"

He almost wanted to take offence to the way she greeted him. It was almost as if she was not interested in his arrival. "Come with me Thordina, we have to leave now."

"No, I can't leave now. Please…"

The grip upon her shoulder tightened as Gavja gazed down at the body on the table. He wanted to fall into the chair. Yes, the man was dead and couldn't utter that he had killed him but the Senator didn't expect to see the fellow in the presence of his wife.

"Gavja? What is it?" A sudden shiver went down her spine. Certain meditation exercises were not shoved in the closet because of her new life, and so Yunda's force sensitivity did not diminish. "You're hiding something from me…"

"If you were kidnapped and tortured how would you act?"

Her eyes scanned him over. "I'm sorry… It's just… this man was one of the few who were assigned to rescue you. Don't you remember him? His padawan died saving your children… I think we both need to show him a little respect."

Gavja took in a couple quick breaths. He pulled her close to him and began to go to the door. "We need to go now."

"Gavja, what is going on! I am not a stupid woman! Tell me!" She gazed into his eyes, her face full of anger. With the force sending signals through her mind, she took two steps backward; her back bumping against the bed. "What happened to him? You know! I know you know!"

"And how would you know!"

Yunda's eyes widened in horror. She reached deep into his pocket and rummaged through it. Gavja tried to push her away but she had already discovered what she was looking for. Her eyes were full of hate. "You! You did this! Why! You bastard!"

He only watched her in a raving fit. There was never a time when the woman had lost her cool but this was defiantly a different woman. "Why are you so hung over about these Jedi?"

"Because I was one!" She screamed, throwing the laser to the floor.

Staring in confusion, he took a step closer. She shirked away from his grasp though on his second try he had managed to grip her with both hands; her shaking rattling his arms. "Care to repeat that again?"

"I was one… I was once a Jedi…"

"What?"

"I left because I became pregnant! In return for letting no one know, I had to give up the child and leave the temple." She clenched her teeth. "I was not a divorcee of any kind."

He freed one hand and slapped her face. "You're a slut then!"

The slap was one that she had never felt before. Gavja was always kind to her and never laid a hand on her. Oh, how he had changed. "And you want to know what else? He was the father!" She narrowed her gaze. "I never loved you. I adored you because I was young and stupid and knew that no one would take care of me once I had that baby. That's why I married you! Every time we were together… I saw his face!"

Gavja slapped her once more and gripped her tighter. She could feel his fingers digging into her arm. It hurt but she would never cry; not for him. From everything she discovered, this was not the same man she married.

The door opened and there stood Bant. Her eyes were nearly bulging out of her head when gazing upon the pair.

Gavja broke his gaze with his wife, though he shouldn't have. Her fingers slipped about the hilt of Klip's saber. Soon it was hidden in the pocket of her sleeve. "Get my children, we will be leaving now."

The Jedi Master switched her eyes from the Senator to Yunda several times. She didn't want to leave though she knew that protocol did not permit it. Turning on her heel, Bant left the room; her face white as a sheet. This was not turning out to be a very productive day.

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