Sleep wouldn't come.

Turning in her bed Mira looked around herself. The room was wide, round and had probably served as some sort of waiting room once, the sparse furnishing was mostly cushioned chairs placed in long lines. The ceiling was of glass and showed nothing but dark stars shining down at her. With that in mind the little cot she had placed in one of the corner seemed awfully out of place. Even here, in such a dull room, the feeling of disturbing a museum still poked at her senses.

It wasn't enough to keep her awake though.

Turning once more an annoyed snort escaped Mira, she kicked out, freeing her feet from the cloth twisting around her ankles. Looking up at nothing at all she put a hand against her head, checking it for a fever. Of course there was nothing, she knew that.

He had dropped more then the barriers containing his force powers, he had dropped all walls. She hadn't really meant to peek, she hadn't, her guiding hand had been pulled in and she had gotten a look without meaning it. Right...? "Gah! This is impossible!" Slapping the mattress she sat up, angry with herself.

There had been pain under all that bravado, pain and an overwhelming amount of shame. Yet there had been so much will, determination even...contradiction upon contradiction had existed within him. In a way he remind her of herself. His burden perhaps a little heavier, his anger maybe a little more directed...he kept reminding her of something....

There was no death. There was the force.

"Force I'm full of nonsense..." Mira shook her head as she swung her feet over the edge of the bed. "I'm going to get a headache thinking about this...maybe I should just apologise for the peek? I'd rather have his anger then my own guilt." She nodded, yeah...maybe that was for the best.

Stretching out her senses she checked to see if the man was awake. She frowned. He wasn't in the room opposite hers as he had been an hour ago... was he up? Furthering her search Mira closed her eyes, forcing herself not to be distracted by the whispers of old.

Finally she found him. He was actually quite far away, in a room that seemed even thicker with the force, much emanating from himself...

Pain!

Leaping to her feet Mira reached for her clothes. She was barely aware of how cold the floor was, already exiting the room she pulled her jacket on, her still bare feet slipping on the floor as she ran for all she was worth. The surge of pain was now even clearer, with a good focus on him she took the turns without even thinking, finding the way towards him.

Maybe he had gotten attacked? Maybe he had tried to kill himself? She should have known better then not to keep an eye on him...

Stepping in through a pair of glass doors Mira found herself in an odd room. The room was domed and covered in glass while the floor was orange and yellow in some sort of painting Mira couldn't make out in the darkness. Spaced around the edge of the room a dozen sturdy looking throne-like chairs stood. Atton stood in the middle of the room, his back against her.

The place seemed familiar...

Mira felt herself stiffen as Atton slipped down, hand reaching out towards a stone in the centre of the room his bulk had kept hidden. His shoulders visibly shook as he reached out towards an odd...metal scar in the stone.

Blinking Mira suddenly realised what it was, the lightsaber...it was still there. Mical had shown her the recording, she hadn't thought much of it, but here Atton stood...practically breaking apart in front of it.

"Force...what are you doing!?" Rushing forward she grabbed the man by the shoulders. "But...you're shivering! Talk to me!" She shook him, tilting her head sideways she caught a glance at his face. The vacant stare...the tear streaked face...he didn't seem himself. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

He didn't even seem to realize she was there, his hand shaking as it came out to touch the metal rod stuck in the grey stone. He grasped it, intent of pulling it out...then stopped, his face deep in thought.

He released it. "She wouldn't want me to do that."

"Probably not." Mira whispered, hoping to be included even as she came closer and went down on one knee, letting her hands rest on his shoulders while whispering into his ear. "You shouldn't be here...it's not good for you."

"She's gone..."

"Yeah." Mira felt a stab at her heart. She had seen the pain in Atton before, but even then it had been under some control...this was unbridled grief. She couldn't help but grieve with him, she wanted to fix it...like with her old targets...to put him back together. "I'm here for you you know?"

"Yeah..." It was at least an answer. Mira reached out, sending ever thought of compassion, love and kindness over the man, hoping to douse the sadness burning within him.

"Please stop this and-"

Mira yelped as Atton twirled about and came at her. The heavy weight dropping upon her knocked all air out of her lungs, the warmth of him contrasting against the cold floor. She realized all barriers were down, the force of his being, the torrent of emotions...it all washed over her like a flood. She gasped, overwhelmed by the raw emotional storm coming at her.

Only moments later did she realized his lips were pushed against hers. She opened her mouth, panicking as the earthy smell of him, the mere rush of him, all...just threatened to take over her, his very being seemingly trying to fill her up...Mira forced herself to respond in kind, throwing her memories and emotions against Atton like a shield.

They intermingled...

She hadn't pulled away, she couldn't, she wouldn't. Wrapping her legs and arms around him she pulled him closer, feeling herself being squashed against the floor. He was everywhere...Mira clawed at him, feeling a sudden urge to get closer. She wanted more, to extinguish the pain and grief, to leave him satiated and whole...

With a growl Atton pulled back just enough to tear Mira's jacket off, her shirt going with it with a ripping sound. The room was cold...a moment later she gasped as Atton came back, mouth hot against her. "Ah...!" She reached down and under his shirt, he seemed to be on fire, a fever burning against her hand. Ripping up she tore his shirt off, she barely got a look at him before he pushed down at her again, his skin was rough against her and seemed to burn into her.

Trembling hands pushed past one another as they came down between them. It was just so warm...Mira gasped as she felt the belt to her belt get unbuckled even as her hands tore Atton's pants open. Large hands pulled her pants down even as her legs wrapped around him kicked out, trying to knock the final barrier aside.

It worked, Mira tensed as the man slipped a little lower. She reached down to help..with a growl Atton stopped her, his hands closing around hers, fingers interlocking as he pushed them over her head. She gasped once more as he leant back a little, letting the cold air come between them again.

She blinked, feeling out of breath at the sight before her. His breathing was ragged, tanned chest already glittering with sweat. His hair hung down over his face, brown eyes glittered through the tangled hair though, they were the eyes of an animal, a primal need glaring down at her. She stared back, feeling sudden fear...it only made her warmer.

Then he lunged, the world exploded, the air clawing at the only source of warmth in the universe. They were a growing power, hotter then the sun...

"Oh...oh...force!"