ah, so no one is interested in this story, so i will finish it up and work on others, which are all puzzle pieces leading to what the "angels" are and so forth, i think i would like writing it, i'm already enjoying myself with a few stories, some will go back in time, and others forward, and one that has almost nothing to do with 'just as i am' anyways, comments are always nice to get, i like to know what i did wrong, so i don't mind complaints, just don't be to mean lol. i'm not good with timelines, so i improvised, anyways, enjoy.

Chapter 15: in the end

I had seen her on the battle field, back on Kamino, she fought as if it was her own home being attacked, and she was brilliant, lucky for me, she had noticed me, and with a smile tilted her head towards the fight, just in time… for me to get shot at….

Runt blinked a few times before staring up at white ceilings, he groaned, trying to move but everything seemed to hurt, and moving wasn't making anything better. He had remembered that he was brought to Kamino, to protect it, to protect his brothers.

"Thank the maker your alive, I thought I lost you back there," said a voice Runt hadn't heard in what seemed like forever. He turned his head and smiled looking into the face of his angel. She had smiled back and ran her hand from his forehead to his scalp, and gently kissed his forehead.

"I thought you had amazing reflexes," she teased once he was able to prop himself up.

"Can't be helped, I was distracted," he smiled, rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb. "I didn't know you were contacted, when did you get here?" he asked.

"we got a personal call for help from Cath Da, the Kaminoan who raised Lucky, Lucky demanded to go and help, even if he had to go back on his own, I wouldn't let him go alone, no one would so we called on our reserve strength and flew here in the middle of battle, we landed by the children's area, Lucky ran to find his mother, while we made our way to the rest of the fight," she reported. "Now you're in the medbay, because you were too distracted to watch the battle before you."

"You smiled, so I thought that it wasn't all that bad," he argued.

She giggled and pressed her lips to his to keep him from saying something else, he reached up to her, pulling her down on him, he even ignored the pain in his chest, and side, he ignored everything other than Angel. His fingers brushed through her long curly hair, and then something hit him. He pulled back and reached for the blindfold she continued to wear. She placed her hands on his to stop him.

"I want you to see something, I know you hate your eyes, but they are a part of you, and just as beautiful as you are, I'm not force sensitive, I need to see your eyes, I need to see the light and the emotions that only your eyes can show."

She was hesitant, but after a while of thinking, which was a lot shorter then she thought, she allowed him to take the blindfold off, she opened her eyes and looked into his eyes, he could see the uncertainty in them, the trust and the pain. He kissed her forehead and smiled warmly at her.

"I know it hurts you, I'm sorry, but this is really important," he paused looking at the door as if someone was going to barge in at any time.

"Don't worry, they are all busy, we have time," she said, following his gaze.

He patted his sides, his belt and his armor was gone, he looked up at her in a sudden fear, and she giggled shaking her head as she left his side for a short moment returning with his belt and his kit. He held his hands out for the belt and when he got it, went through the compartments till he found what he was looking for. Smiling in sure victory, he pushed himself up, and made a motion with his hands, telling Angel to take a seat, so she was shorter then he was. She listened and sat down, her head coming a little above his kneecaps, she was already short to begin with, why would he want her to sit? Her question was answered almost instantly as he took a little black box from the belt.

" I have never done anything like this before, and I'm not sure what to do, but the holonet helped, anyways…" he didn't get the chance to finish for angel stood up and made everything seem normal once again.

"Lay down, General Skywalker is coming," she whispered, she felt the utter depression, and anger that filled him.

He looked at her and then the box, putting it back into the compartment when the door slid open and Anakin walked in with a light smile on his face.

"So, he's finally awake, nice to have you back Runt," Anakin said clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Uh, thanks general, was worried I wasn't going to make it," Runt smiled.

"You probably wouldn't if Angel wasn't here, she worked wonders Runt," Ahsoka chirped in.

Runt shook his head and laughed. "I owe you my life general Sada," he looked up to see her, but she had gone, she had left the room while the few were talking, and this made his heart sink.

"Where did she go?" he asked heartbroken.

Anakin and Ahsoka looked at each other, and then back at him. "she wasn't even supposed to be here, she argued, refusing to leave till you were awake, she said it was her fault that you got shot, and she felt bad about it, she has to return to her men, and take care of them now," Anakin said giving Runt a tight squeeze before letting go.

"i….i see, send her my thanks please," he said halfheartedly, laying back down in the bed he stared up at the white ceilings once again, he waited for everyone to leave before pulling the blanket over his head, acting like a hurt child, he didn't cry, he didn't say anything, just didn't want anyone to see his face at the moment.

Ahsoka looked back at the door then at Anakin, "master?" she asked.

"I guess he felt that she really cared, I suppose he fell for her and she didn't feel the same," he shrugged. "That's life."

Ahsoka nodded her head, but she knew that her master was wrong to a point, Angel loved Runt, and it was just the Jedi code that kept the two apart, she shook her head and followed her master back to the transports, Runt would be given a few more minutes, he would be checked on and then escorted back to the transports himself. Angel hadn't left the planet when she felt that the two Jedi were gone she ran back to the medbay, the doors sliding open didn't bother Runt, he had fallen asleep. she felt a sudden pain when she saw the blanket pulled over his head, a common sign of the recently deceased, she bit her bottom lip as she walked slowly over to him, and pulled the covers off, his bare chest rose and fell with every breath he took, and this brought a smile on Angel's face, she leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his soft lips, then his forehead.

"I'll see you again soon, but please stay alive, and be careful," she whispered, kissing him one last time, amazed at how he had slept through it, but was glad, saying goodbye was a lot easier when they weren't awake. She walked out of the medbay and smiled at Lucky who was walking alongside a short Kaminoan with crystal blue eyes, she held onto Lucky's hand, as if afraid that if she lets go he would perish.

"Mom, this is my sister, your daughter, Angel Sada," Lucky introduced.

Angel was taken back, she never had a mother, and it was odd, and also, a relief, she bowed in respect and the Kaminoan smiled at her.

"so, you are the precious being from above my Alexander had spoken of, I am glad to have finally meet you, you are a beautiful woman," she smiled, her words making Lucky blush a little. "I am Cath Da, but my sons call me mother," she introduced with a small curtsy.

"Mother, it's nice to meet you as well, I'm sorry that it had to be under these circumstances."

"It is better than the last five times I have seen Alex," and she patted his head tenderly. "Decommissioned five times, this boy will be the death of me," she joked, and Lucky gave out a mock laugh and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

"I see, well, I'm glad that he isn't sentenced to such a thing today, or ever, as long as I'm general," she smiled.

The two women walked side by side, talking, for Cath was getting to know her knew daughter. In the medbay Runt had woken up, a medical droid acting as an alarm clock, checking his vitals, and replacing the bacta patches on his chest and side. He still had some trouble moving but it wasn't anything he couldn't sleep off, at least that's what he thought. He looked down at his feet, they dangled a little above the floor, he could touch the tile with his big toe if he wanted to, but instead he just stared at the space between his feet and the tile, cursing slightly for his height, and listing the things he had to have special made armor because he was shorter than his brothers.

Sometimes I regret being young, I'm too short to reach the floor, I get made fun of by the others, and I always get the bottom bunk, Runt thought as he pulled his boots on and then started putting on the rest of his body suit and armor. He felt a little happy though, uncontrollably happy to be precise, he didn't know why, but for some reason, he was filled with joy, he finished putting on the armor and walked into a refresher, to take a look in the mirror, his dark brown hair flopped over his ears, and the longer strands that, even when gelled back, would fall down his face, could now reach his eyes, and he wondered when the last time he had a decent haircut. Taking a comb he found he brushed his hair back and placed his helmet on. Turning it on the moment he heard the small clicking or tapping of the helmet to, whatever it was that it had hit. He ran his fingers over the faded markings of Jaig eyes, he didn't want to remember how he got them ,and why he got them, it was a mark of honor, something to be proud of, but, he felt like he didn't deserve it, sure he was one of the first clones, sure he was trained in every situation known possible to man, but, he didn't feel like he deserved these marks, no, there were men out there lying dead on a field somewhere forgotten who deserved these marks more than he did. He didn't deserve marks for living this long, for not being able to follow his brothers on the first battle, for being transferred from planet to planet, so what, he saved his men from dying one day, so what he proved that he had "the right stuff" as the trainers had said, did any of that matter? There were thousands of brother who had 'the right stuff' plenty who deserved to have these eyes, why was he given them?

He closed his eyes, and Angel came to his mind, in his mind she had wrapped her arms around his neck, telling him that he did deserve these eyes, that he was the bravest man she had known, and will sacrifice himself for others. Runt touched the place where her hands would have draped over he felt better, a little alone, but better, even though it was just his imagination, he felt better, and he walked out to meet the rest of Torrent Company.

Three months before order 66

It wasn't a major battle, no, it wasn't a minor battle either, but since the last newly appointed Jedi knight died in battle shortly after getting a legion of their own, and since we had received orders to help out generals Enta, and Tanfe, Angel was dispatched there was well, a week before the 501st got word, everyone was ready to help, so willing to shoot some tinnies.

Ahsoka paced the ground in front of Rex, she was upset that she was still a padawan, while others are becoming knights, even Barriss was a knight, Angel was the first to be knighted out of the small group of female Jedi, but she had to constantly talk to the elders, telling them everything she knew, especially if she had a recent dream of her past.

"This isn't fair, why must I be the only one who isn't a knight?" she had asked once to her master, who had only chuckled and said something along the lines of.

"You still have much to learn."

Now the padawan paced the hall worried for Angel, and now more upset at her not becoming a knight, she was every bit the Jedi as Sada, and Offee, she could have been a great knight. Rex pulled her over to him, and hugged her tightly.

"I'm glad you're still a padawan," he said calmly.

She looked up at him, hurt, and angry, but looking into his eyes, she realized why he was glad, and she had to admit, she was glad to, she wrapped her arms around his midsection, and smiled, she had gotten taller, and her head tails had gotten longer, so Rex had commented, she had never paid much attention to them.

"Why?" she asked wanting to hear her beloved say the words they both knew was the answer.

"Because that's more time I have with you, you can be transferred, General Skywalker is possessive, and would most likely want to keep me by his side no matter what, so I'm glad, that you haven't left me yet."

"I'll never leave you," she said pushing herself away, just enough to look into his eyes, and she ran her smooth fingers across his face, her fourth finger outlining his jawline.

"Never?" he asked.

"As long as you promise to never leave me," she smiled.

"I swear, I will never leave your side," he smiled taking her hand and kissing it. They parted soon, allowing both to get ready for whatever was waiting for them when they came out of hyperspace.

A fleet of seven republic ships had been rendered to three. Repairs were being made, but they knew that without help, they would be picked off in another attack. Angel was calming down the Twi'Lek Jedi who was general Enta. She was a decent shade of blue, and gray eyes were filled with anger and regret. Angel rubbed her arms and spoke comforting words to her; she waved for Lucky who stood in front of the two women in no time at all. Angel told Lucky to watch Enta now, that he reported to her till further notice, at first fear was in his eyes, but he soon got over It. angel wouldn't do anything to put her brother in danger. Enta thanked her and asked if her commander could be given a true funeral, Angel nodded her head, there was going to be a lot of names today, and she wasn't looking forward to it. She walked to the next hanger where the Jedi knight Tanfe was being tended to by Spaz. Angel nodded her head and then went over to meet with her old friends.

"You look like you have seen better days," Anakin teased.

Angel smiled warmly at him. "I have, yes, but, I'm sure as hell glad to see you guys, it's been far too long."

"This isn't a family reunion; you lost more than half your fleet, are you alright?" Ahsoka asked.

"I'll be fine after some rest, right now, we all just need some rest, but, can I ask of a favor Master Skywalker?"

Anakin raised an eyebrow and looked at Angel as she shifted her weight on either foot. "Sure, what is it?" Anakin asked.

"Can I borrow Runt for a while, I seem to be out of command troopers, and I'll need all the help I can get right now," she said almost breathlessly.

"I think you should rest."

"I'll rest when I sent the brave men off the mando way," she argued a new spark of energy flowing though her tired body.

Anakin thought about it for while then sighed shaking his head. "Fine, from this day on until you no longer needs him, Runt is your commander," he smiled.

Angel smiled brightly, and was helped up by Runt who was also overjoyed by the turn of events. He helped angel to the bridge where she would do the ceremony, it was tradition, on the leviathan, for soldiers, brothers, who have passed, and, she had never in her time serving these men, had she ever not held one, but she hadn't had to hold one of such a magnitude since the ambush that took her former master from her. She remembered that day, she still kept the left glove of Kane and the right from Drill, they were once part of her happy little family, and it pained her every day when she repeated their names. She spoke in mando'a first, fluently, without any hint of mistake, and then repeated herself in basic, her gentle voice boomed through every hall, and every room, on every ship. She didn't say the names of every man that had died, but the ones she knew, and she had asked that in the parts that she paused, that the others, who remember the fallen, would say their names, adding to the list of brothers gone. In the end of it all, which was a long time, she was relying solely on Runt's assistance. She smiled slightly as she spoke the last words.

"These men will live on in our hearts, we will never forget their sacrifices to bring peace to the galaxy, they will continue to live, as we continue our fight, as we continue on," she paused, and every man in the 130th began to recite the chant Angel and her brothers took up to give them strength in the upcoming battle. ""We fight for the fallen, we live for family, truth, and justice, we continue our path for the promises of a brighter future," normally she would have cheered, but she was just too tired to even try, and when everything settle down, she fell back in Runt's arms, and he carried her back to her room, never leaving her side, while everyone else planned their counter attack, now that the crew was rallied up, and all.

Hours, days maybe, Angel didn't know when she woke, just that she was glad to be awake, and full of energy, she was hungry, and thirsty, and…itchy? What happened to her to cause her to be so damn itchy? That was when she noticed a bacta pad on her arms and back. She looked around confused what the hell happened while she was asleep? Or…was there a time she had woken up? And she just doesn't remember? She shook her head and went to the refresher to take care of business, then walked back into her room, smiling as she saw her beloved walking in with a tray of food.

"Care to tell me what happened to me?" she asked.

Runt looked up at her ready to just drop the tray and hug her, but he kicked his feet at the ground and sighed. Placing the tray down he reached a hand out to her, and she gladly took it.

"we went against Grievous, and Ventress, again, and they had a lot more toys then we had expected, we lost some more troops, and you felt the pain in your sleep, subconsciously you woke up and started fighting, you took a fighter too, everyone thought you were okay, since you never show your eyes, they didn't know you were asleep, and you got hit bad."

Angel blinked she couldn't believe that she did that, she shook her head, but it did make sense of the bacta, she turned her head to him and smiled. "I missed you, you now I had a horrible dream, which I was taken out of your life, and I realized how much I need you, that just not being with you makes my heart sink."

There was a long pause, and Runt kissed her forehead. "Are you coherent?" he asked.

She tilted her head down and seemed to be staring at her hands, which she turned this way and that, then pinched herself, making a face at the little pain. "Yes, commander, I'm coherent."

"Good, cause I have been waiting for this for a very long time," Runt said as he stood up and removed the bandana, kissing her closed eyelids. "Will you open them for me?" he asked.

"Only for you," she replied softly.

Runt had taken out the small black box again, the same one from Kamino, and he went on one knee. He looked up at her and smiled.

"From the moment I met you, you have turned my world upside down, and inside out, you made sense of the senseless, and your compassion and love, is amazing." He started; he took another deep breath and continued. "I realized, the longer I was away from you, the angrier I became, and the more frustrated life was, you make me smile when I don't want to, and you are the only one who can keep me calm, I can't seem to see myself without you, and it bugs me to know that you are so close, yet so far away, Angel Sada, you stole my heart, will you do me the honor and marry me?" he asked opening the small box revealing the diamond ring he had been gifted a long time ago on Coruscant, the one with the red and blue gems on either side. He looked up at Angel as he waited for an answer.

Angel was trying so hard not to cry, because Jedi don't cry, but she was so happy, her right finger rested on her bottom lip "y-yes, of course I will," she smiled brightly, her voice a soft whisper.

Runt smiled up at her, and took the ring out of the box, and slid it onto her ring finger, his smile becoming wider as he took the moment to stare down at the ring on her hand. The next thing he knew he was on the floor being hugged to death by his wife to be. Angel didn't wait for Runt to stand up, overjoyed, proud, and jumpy; she attacked her love, wrapping her arms around his neck and falling down onto the floor. Runt laughed loudly hugging her back, and the two shared a deep passionate kiss, separating only to breath. Angel pulled back and Runt laughed again.

"You would love me, and want me as a wife?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Do I have to change something, or will you take me just as I am?"

"As long as you take me just as I am," he smiled pressing his lips to hers to keep her from asking anymore questions. "I already made up my mind, a long time ago, I don't care if you're a Jedi, I don't care if you have been experimented on, and I don't care if the world is on fire and everything gets turned upside down, I will always love you."

and now you know why its called just as i am, just kidding, i thought it would be cool to end this chapter like this, i thought it would be cute, ah, simply adorable, and believe it or not, there are people who can do things in their sleep, its freaky, my sister did it once, lucky, i just talk in my sleep *pouts* anyhoo, this chapter was a little hard, and i had to debate over typing up a battle or just skipping to the aftermath, and so, i decided to skip to the aftermath, about the attack on the three new generals, well, to say least, it was a hard pull, ventress was given a fleet, and aid from Grievous, Angel was the last before Anakin, and she helped push them back, but as you know it did its damage. anyways hope you enjoyed it