Chapter two:

Disclaimer: I don't own star wars, but I own all of the characters of the toys, DO NOT STEAL THEM, and I own all the characters except the original STAR WARS characters. Thank you 

Remember: all of this is in accordance to ME, not the books, or anything else, ME!

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"Alright everyone!" Ashley tried to shout over all the ruckus of toys. "Please be quiet!"

He was getting no response because all of the toys were paying attention to their own things. "Guys…" he tried to raise his voice louder. "If you don't shut up, I am going to say…"

Before he could finish his sentence, the room was filled with silence and all of the toys stared at Ashley expectantly. Yes, Ashley's one word of power was "drop", and when he said it… everyone literally dropped. Of course, everyone hated it when he said it for no reason, so they mostly listened whenever he threatened them.

"Ok, guys." He folded his hands. "Real-time is about to end, but I just wanted to ask if any of you have seen Simon. I think he's lost… and I want to find him before real-time ends."

Now, "real-time" is a part of the toys' day! For about half a day, or so, every toy (of course, only when their owner is gone) will become un-plastic and have some time to stretch out. Life's a lot easier for them this way, you see.

"What do you mean, Simon's missing?" Terisa, a Padme toy, spoke up. She was dressed in Padme's arena outfit from the second movie and her shirt was torn at the stomach. (That's what her toy looks like, at least)

"I mean what I mean." Ashley crossed his arms. "Have you seen him?"

"No." she frowned. "And I don't want to."

Ashley ignored her issues with Simon and continued. "Well, everyone keep an eye out for him and let me know when you see him." He then jumped off the footstool he was standing on onto the ground.

"Ashley, you seem really stressed today." Amanda, another Padme toy came up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. She was the younger Padme toy with her tatooine suit on. Ashley blushed a little at her touch, as he had had feelings for her for quite some time. She knew it too.

"Well, I am." He angrily sat down on a sock. She sat down with him, looking concerned, as always. "So many toys have gone missing under the bed, and more and more fights happen, or toys get attacked by the bionicles under the bed… I can barely handle it! And the emperor doesn't make it much better, he is always trying to kidnap the other and…"

"Ashley, calm down." Amanda laughed and rubbed his back. "I think you need to rest!"

"I can't just do that, Amanda! I'm the leader, I have to keep track of them all and take care of them, and not only that, but I just happened to feel pain every time another toy feels pain… Amanda… Why did the toy fairy pick me to be the leader? I am so bad at it!"

"Ashley…" Amanda looked at him straight in the eyes. "She picked you cause you made a great leader. She saw that you are kind, and caring, and responsible, and you don't just think about yourself all the time."

"Heh." He rolled his eyes. "You act like she told you this herself."

She smiled and then continued. "I can't see anyone else in this room being a leader. Not a single one of them."

"Look, I am sorry to bust this little love circle, but we got a problem." Rem, the Zam Wessel toy with no arms popped up in front of them with her hands on her hips.

Ashley and Amanda, both a little startled, looked up at Rem who stood commandingly over them.

"Are you the one that's giving me the pain in my side?" Ashley rubbed his rib cage.

"Probably…" she shrugged. "But pain doesn't bother me."

"Well it bothers me!" Ashley stood, a little annoyed. "Now what is your problem?"

"That!" she pointed (because she actually has arms during real time) over to the "creature" area where all the inhuman toys hung out. There was a gathering of toys around it.

"That's odd." Ashley Amanda, and Rem all started walking. "They all normally avoid the creatures.

"Normally." Rem interjected. "But something happened."

"What?" Ashley nearly lost patience.

"It's Michael."

"The zombie?" Amanda asked.

"That's right. Michael the zombie… or so we thought." Rem gave them a mysterious look then ran up ahead to see what was happening.

Ashley pushed his way through to the middle of the circle of toys and there laid Michael as if he were dead. At first he thought it must have been one of Michael's "dead-days" where he pretended to be dead for long periods of time, but something was different. Michael's tongue wasn't sticking out, nor was he trying to hold a disgusting-looking face… he just looked… normal! Or at least, what a normal person looks like when they are unconscious. Dr. Simons, who was a Qui Gon Gin toy in black training gear, was running tests frantically on him, and it seemed evident that something was wrong!

"Dr. Simons, what happened?" Ashley knelt beside the dead-looking Michael.

"No one knows!" sweat was pouring down his face, and his hands were shaking.

"It'll be ok…" Ashley put his hand on Dr. Simon's shoulder. "Michael will make it."

"But I don't know what's going on!" the Doctor dropped his hands, feeling helpless. "It's like he fell into a coma!"

And he was right. Michael the zombie fell into a coma. No one knew why, or how… but Michael was taken to the small place that Leia had made for Dr. Simons as a "clinic". Dr. Simons did the best he could to help him, but there was only so much he could do. He then spent the rest of the day either pacing around the doctor's room, or sitting by Michael's side, waiting for something to happen.

"Why is doctor Simmons so whack about Michael?" Rem leaned against the wall in between Darth Zaul and Count Midias, the two more serious of the three Darth Maul toys.

"Isn't it obvious?" Count Midias answered reluctantly without even looking at her. Rem had finally, over the years, gotten on the good side of the Darths, and they all actually admired her in a certain way, but being the darths, they still treated her as if she was a pest. "Dr. Simmons is Michael's father."

"What?" Rem popped up and stared at count Midias nose-to-nose.

"Stop it." He punched her out of annoyance.

"Hey!" Ashley shouted from across the room. "Would you please cut that out?"

"You heard him." Rem nudged the darth who growled menacingly. "…Sorry."

"Yes." He said at length. "Dr. Simmons is Michael's father… he never really wanted to admit it though."

"No kidding." Rem leaned back against the wall. "Michael's a creep!"

"Well, he is at present." He cleared his throat. "But I don't think he has always been the zombie… and I don't think he ever had a mental problem in the first place."

"Middy, don't you think that's a little bit of a stretch?"

"No, and don't call me that." he threatened her with a glare. "I can tell… and he does have a conscious mind behind that thing everyone calls a Zombie. I can see his reactions to things he doesn't expect."

"Midias, we all have known Michael since he got here that once Christmas in Oklahoma! He's a…"

Count Midias didn't feel like repeating himself, so he left, and Darth Zaul (who doesn't talk much) followed him.

"Sheesh." Rem rolled her eyes and then walked off.

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"Jacob?" Rem seated herself next to the Obi wan toy who was staring fearfully at the wall. "JACOB?"

"Huh?" he jumped in surprise. "Oh, H- hi-- R… Rem…"

"Jacob…" she sighed and dropped her face in her hand. "You really need to get over this stuttering problem…"

"I…" he looked down and never finished his sentence.

"Well. I hope that one day someone will help you, but I don't want to right now." She stood up and started walking off, then paused and turned around again. "Hey Jacob, what do you think about Michael?"

"Well… h—he.."

"Do you think he's really a Zombie? I mean what if he was faking it the whole time?"

"Uh… I—…"

"Yeah, I think so too. See ya around!" she tramped off.

"Yeah… bye…"

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"Sheesh… Jacob needs to get over that annoying stuttering problem, and that annoying fear of bananas…" Rem muttered to herself as she approached the "Toy Hospital". Dr. Simmons was sitting just outside the front of it with his chin burring in his hands, and his face deep in thought. "Helloooo?" Rem waved her hands in front of him.

"Oh what now?" he snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Uh, no you're not." She crossed her arms. "You're sitting there like a pumpkin. Now get up and go take care of something else while I watch Michael."

"You?" he stood up in surprise. "Since when did Rem ever care about anyone besides herself, especially Michael whom you always thought was so annoying?" his face turned red.

"Look." She held up her finger. "You're just stressed up cause you're worried about your boy, and the truth is, you can't handle it. So go somewhere else and I'll watch the kid till you've cooled off."

Dr. Simmons was surprised that she knew about him being his father, but figuring she was right, and being a little confused, he trudged off to go find somewhere quiet to sit. Rem chuckled a bit then walked inside the Hospital shelter to find Michael sleeping like a baby on a bed. (or more like… a sock) She was a bit taken back by how… well… normal he looked! He looked sort of sad, lying there unconscious, and she began to wonder… what his story really was! She seated herself by his side and sat there staring at him for some time. I remember… Leia got Michael and Dr. Simmons on the same Christmas… that explains why they're family. I wonder how they came to be toys… and…

"Michael…" she started to speak her mind out loud to him. "Why are you always pretending to be Zombie? Why are you hiding who you are? I mean… if you really have been faking… why so long? Is there some identity you need to hide? Is it about your Dad? You know… if you really need… well… a real conversation to take on with someone… you could always come hang with us Darths… cause I think Count Midias knows you aren't a Zombie too and… oh I don't know…" Rem finally caught herself talking so some dead-ish person.

Though, after sitting there silently, Rem found herself talking aloud again. "I know what you mean though." She said at length. "Most of the time… in fact… heh… I hide myself all the time. I guess it's hard… showing your real self to the world… always being afraid that they wont accept… well… who I really am…" she looked down at Michael again, who seemed o almost stir… but he didn't.

"Oh, who am I fooling?" she huffed to herself and turned her back to face Michael. "I sound like an idiot."

"No kidding."

She was startled to look up at the face of Count Midias after she had turned around. "Yaaagh!! Don't scare me like that, you idiot!" she hid her face in her hands, trying not to show her blush.

"Sorry." He sarcastically remarked then seated himself beside her.

"Wow." She looked up and stared at him. "I don't think I have ever seen you sit before!"

"Don't be ridiculous." He leaned against the wall next to the bed, the same wall Rem was leaning against when he came it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, hoping he wasn't there… for the whole "conversation" she had had with Michael.

"I could ask you the same question, oh 'one who doesn't want to know the world who she really is'." He turned his head and looked at her. (which was actually quite strange.)

Rem couldn't tell whether he was teasing her or not so she turned her head away.

"Oh what do you care?"

Midias sighed. "I don't."

Rem turned her head back to look at him and saw that there was almost a hint of a smile in his eye. "I don't think I have ever had anything as close to a meaningful conversation with you before as this."

Count Midias "hmmm"-ed, but said nothing.

" 'Hmmm'? Well, I think it's weird."

They were both silent for a long time, and for Rem it was a bit awkward, then finally she said,

"Well, why do you think Michael is hiding it? I wonder if he is actually kind of a cool guy… Maybe when he gets better…"

"I have no idea." Count Midias interrupted. "I find it very strange…" he was silent for a moment, then continued, "Perhaps it's your idea of not wanting the world to know who you really are…" he turned to look at her and gave her a strangely mysterious face. Rem felt transparent.

"Look, I…" she started to say.

"Chill." He stood to leave. "You're not the only one." He then left the room without even giving her another glance. Rem sat there for a long time pondering (pear pondering!) the conversation she had just had with the darth. It was so odd for him to… well… open up like that!

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"Well, Ashley? Everything in order?" Leia sat on the floor with her legs crossed, and Ashley was standing on her hand.

"I guess." He sighed and looked around the room. It was all dark and clean. "Most all of the toys are in the bin sleeping."

"Who isn't?"

"Well, obviously, the lost toys aren't…" he sort of depressed look shown on his face. "And Rem is asleep on the floor of the toy hospital where Michael is."

"That's odd." Leia laughed.

"And…" Ashley looked over at the toy bin where Amanda was sitting on top of it, still awake. "I guess Manda isn't asleep yet."

"Well, you two hurry along to bed… I am going to turn out the light." Leia set him down onto the carpet gently. "Oh!" she leaned in to whisper. "And you'll never guess what I'm going to do!" the sneakiest look of all time crept onto her face.

"Oh no… Leia…" Ashley sighed.

"I have found a way to get into my father's armed force without him knowing about it! I am beyond skilled, and a high-ranking place has just opened up! I have a contact who will help me in, and I'll be able to go on select missions for my father, and he wont even know its me!"

"Leia…" Ashley continuously rubbed his forehead.

"Ashley, this is what I have wanted my whole life… and I am going to do it!"

She then excitedly hopped into her bed and turned off her night-light. Ashley tried his best to find his way back to the toy bin in the dark, and was help up onto it by Amanda.

Then, All the toys… and Leia… went to sleep.

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Thanks.