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"For the love of the force, would it kill you people to get me a bloody doctor?" Schuyler asked as she was walked back to her room. She'd been throwing up every day for the last couple of months, barely able to keep anything down.

"And while you're at it, tell your **** chefs to keep their **** out of my food. I feel like **** enough, I don't need them poisoning my food, thank you very much." The officers didn't reply as they opened the door and slid off her cuffs. "Thanks for getting things done. The Republic's finest you are," she said sarcastically, before they shut the door on her face and returned back to their post. "Mindless idiots."

She looked around the room, and groaned. The steel walls seemed to swallow her up more and more every day, making her feel suffocated and small. She felt as if she was wasting away in the small room. She never had any visitors, not that she expected any to come. She wouldn't have minded if some of the crew had come at least once…she knew she could've persuaded Canderous to come bust her out. Zaalbar would have done it; he owed her a life debt. Mission probably could have too, if she had asked. She knew Juhani and Jolee wouldn't have. And the Order was probably guilt tripping and brain washing Bastila. Carth…she shook her head. She didn't need to be thinking of Carth. He meant nothing to her, just as she meant nothing to him, regardless of what he told everyone.

Walking over to the edge of the bed, she set down, careful not to spill the tray of food that had been placed there. People had come in to take things out of the room after she threw the lamp at Jolee a month ago. They said something about her being a "hazard" and then quickly left. She was now left with only the bed, the couch and the chair. The side tables, the lamps and even the pillows off of the couch had all been confiscated. There was more room, and yet it felt smaller. She felt smaller. She needed an escape…a way to get out. She glanced over at the knife on the lunch tray next to her. Do it…she heard a voice inside of her whisper. The same voice she had heard on the Unknown World after getting into the temple.

It would be over before you'd know it…you could get away from all of this… She shook her head. "No," she said out loud, reassuring herself that she wasn't saying it to herself. Oh come on…a quick little cut across your wrist and you'd be done. You know you want to get out…think of this as an escape route, given to you by the Republic themselves…

"No!"She jumped off the bed and stepped away from the plate. "No, it's not worth it…it's…it's not worth it…" Saying the last part quieter, she contemplated. Was it worth it? It's not as if she had anyone to care about her…they didn't care at all. She was all alone. She walked back over to the tray and picked up the knife. The short wooden handle fit easily in her palm as she pressed the blade against her wrist. She saw a small trickle of blood, and pressed harder. The trickle began running faster out of her vein, the smell finally bringing her to her senses. She threw the knife into the opposite wall next to the door.

"NO!" It lodged itself into the wall with a loud THUD, the wooden handle all that was sticking out. Her wrist was bleeding steadily, and she knew if she didn't stop it, it would only get worse. She took the napkin from the tray and wrapped it around her wrist, applying pressure while kicking the door to get the attention of the officers outside. The door opened to a young man from the next post. Schuyler held up her wrist.

"I need a doctor now, unless you want to let me bleed out here in front of you." He nodded and called to the other officers.

"The prisoner needs to get to the med bay. Now!" The first one tried to slip the stun cuffs on her, but realised it was a futile with the napkin around her wrist. Schuyler rolled her eyes.

"I'll be a big girl," she said condescendingly. "Now get me there before I die on you." He nodded and they quickly moved their way up the corridors.

"She did what?!" Carth yelled loudly, making the Lieutenant in front of him wince hard.

"She tried to cut her wrists. Or at least that's what I was told; she told Doc that it was an accident." He winced, preparing to be yelled at again. Carth sank down into his chair, running his hand over his face while sighing.

"Is she okay?" The Lieutenant nodded quickly.

"Yes, sir. She's fine. The doctor said that if she hadn't put pressure on it immediately afterwards, it would've been worse. It was deep, but not gravely so." Carth nodded his head and looked up, waving him off.

"You're dismissed, Lieutenant."

"Thank you, sir." He exited quickly, probably going off to tell everyone that he had seen the normally calm Admiral blow his top. He turned his seat around to look at the city behind him. Couruscant wasn't exactly on his list of places to be stationed at, but after Dodonna had been promoted to Fleet Admiral she'd asked him to come with her to Coruscant. She said she needed someone she could trust next to her side. He'd agreed after learning that Schuyler was going to be held there. There was a sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind that she knew that there had been something between them, and knew that he'd want to be with her. Dodonna might have acted like she didn't know everything, but she had known Carth for too long not to notice the way he acted when he talked about her.

The sun was just starting to set, bathing the concrete and steel buildings behind him in an orange and pink tinted light. He sat there for a while watching it go under, turning the sky dark. When he'd turned back around to his desk, he realised that he had been sitting there for the better part of two hours. He cleaned up his desk area, and headed out the door, saying good night to his secretary and headed back to his apartment.

When he dreamed that night, he dreamed of her. He dreamed of her laying next to him in bed, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. When he woke up, he realised that he was crying. It wasn't like that, and it wouldn't be if he couldn't get through to her.

"Doctor, perhaps you would like to come take a look at this." The med droid said to the doctor in the room. Schuyler guessed he was around Carth's age, with a clean, shaven face and blonde hair.

"What's wrong, doc? My blood tainted or something?" She asked him. He turned to look at her, lifting one eyebrow. She smiled sweetly back at him. Turning to look at the tablet that the droid handed him, his expression dropped into one of surprise.

"Have you double checked the results?" He murmured to the droid.

"They are correct." Schuyler began to worry.

"Doc, what's wrong? What results need to be double checked?"

"It seems…it seems…" He looked back at the tablet.

"Seems what, doc?" She stood up and took a step towards him. "Doc?"

"Miss…Schuyler. It seems that you're pregnant." She exhaled sharply.

"No. Check it again. Check it again!"

"We have. You're pregnant." She sank down to the table. "I hate to ask this, but…do you know who the father is?" Her face drained of all colour. If this spread around, either someone would draw the conclusion that it was Carth or one of the officers that had been watching her. She grabbed onto his coat.

"You can't say anything. Please. If this gets around…,"she paused, trying to figure out what to say. "It just wouldn't be good for me or several other people. Please. I'm begging you." He saw the look in her eyes, and knew that he shouldn't say anything.

"Alright. But if they flat out ask me, I can't lie to them. And your medical records are available to anyone who goes nosing in the right direction." She nodded quickly and left, escorted back to her room. Before the doors were shut, she stopped them with her hand. The soldier on the other side of the door widened his eyes, putting his hand on the gun strapped to his hip.

"Can you do something for me? Could you please tell Admiral Onasi that I need to discuss…my…release? He and he alone, please?" The officer moved his hand back to his side and nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." He closed the door behind him and Schuyler was once again locked in grey-steeled silence. She had to get out. If the agreed to be retrained as A Jedi, they'd know that the baby was Carth's and she'd never be able to see it. If she went to trial…they'd kill them both. She only hoped that Carth would be able to get her out.

"Ngngh," Carth groaned as he heard a persistent knocking sound on his front door. He dragged himself out of bed glancing at the clock on his way to the door.

"For the love of the force, it's three in the blasted morning. What do you want, Sanders?" The officer widened his eyes and Carth realised that he probably looked like ****.

"Um…the…the…lady," he managed to choke out, looking at the ground.

"What lady? Spit it out."

"The, the Jedi. She…requested you." Carth's eyes widened.

"Why?"

"She said something about discussing her release." He exhaled sharply.

"I'll be there in five minutes." Running back into his apartment, he grabbed a pair of shoes and his jacket. He ran straight to her cell, swiping his card quickly with the guard and stepping inside. He saw Schuyler pacing back and forth in front of the bed, a pensive look on her face. She looked up at him, biting her lip and crossing her arms.

"Carth I-"

"Beautiful, they-" They both spoke at the same time and he smiled. "Go ahead, Gorgeous."

"I need you to smuggle me out. If you want me to come out in one peace, you'll figure out a way to do it."

"I don't understand…Sanders said that you were ready to discuss your release." She smiled wryly.

"Technically I am." He walked around to the couch and sunk down.

"I thought…that you were going to make a choice…"

"To what?" She snarled. "Either to become a mindless puppet of the Jedi or die in a trial where they've decided my fate before I even step through the door?" She walked around to the couch and kneeled in front of him, placing her hand along the side of his face. He covered her hand with his own and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her. Her voice softened, "Carth…if you can't get me out, neither of us are going to live." He looked up at her, confused.

"If you make a decision, we'll be fine. They're not going to do anyth-"

"No Carth. Not us," she layed a hand on her stomach. "Us. I'm pregnant, Carth.