Here is another chap. Ive put three up because I hadnt updated in a few days
Chapter Thirteen: An Argument
After Grievous finished his chat with Dooku he made his way up to the upper walkways of the hanger. He watched River talk with Count Dooku about what he did not know but River didn't seem to be all that pleased about the conclusion of the conversation and left. Again he took another aimless stroll through his ship and when he came to the observatory room he walked in.
After River left the hanger she made her way back to the observatory room. When she walked in she walked over to the table and turned the lamps off and sat in her favorite place. She thought she saw a movement in the shadows but didn't pay it any heed. She sighed as she rested her head back on the wall behind her, she looked at the picture and crumbled it up and threw a few feet from her, and then she put her head on her knees.
She heard the faint rustling of a cloak then the unwrinkleing of paper. She looked up and saw Grievous standing there looking at himself, his eyes had mixed emotions that she could not read.
"So you know too?" he said looking at her as more of a statement of fact then a question.
She looked away clearly showing that she didn't want to talk. There was an awkward silence between the two.
"It's not like we can change the past," he said trying to get her to say something.
She stood up. "Don't you think I know that? I've known that ever since you "supposedly" died."
"WELL I DON"T LIKE IT JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO." he yelled straightening up to his full opposing height.
"WELL GOOD ITS NOT LIKE I CARE." she said yelling back.
"GREAT, AT LEAST THATS A LOAD OFF MY BACK."
There was another pause and Grievous walked to the window, she turned around and studied his back with a look on her face.
"You know what, it's not like I'm going to try and rekindle what we used to have because your so...-"
"SO WHAT?" he aid spinning around to her with a deadly look in his eyes.
"SO HEARTLESS!!!" River stopped and once she grabbed what she said she turned around and left.
Grievous just stood there too stunned to stop her or to say anything back.
He turned and faced the window and took the picture out of his pocket within his cloak and looked at it for a very long time trying to sort out the feelings and emotions that he could not understand.
oh my heart!!!!...Greivous kinda reminds me of Jones at times...i dont know why