Break out the tissues for this! If anyone will read this...Seriously people, while I was writing this, I actually paused and asked myself why I'm doing this (I have to go through thinking and writing the sad stuff for you to read it) Why? For the sake of a good damned story.. When I get a good story like this, no matter how many details that go into the writing process, I stick with it. Unless I give up hope on it.

Part two, this is set two years after the first part, and will be the last one to Keever's full side-story. I would have typed it yesterday, but I got a migraine, and was writing with a friend. Soo a little something I want to bring up...

xEPICxBULLSEYEx is having a really bad time right now, and is in the hospital. Please keep him in mind, and in prayers. Maybe even send him a kind word or two.

Really, without him I might have lost some confidence in this story, or in the series. I probably wouldn't even post as much if it wasn't for his and Ichichi05's support. So please keep my request in mind.

Break out the tissues people..

(Two years later)

Today was turning about to be a nice day. The sun was shining, the crowd wasn't huge, yet wasn't small. Keever was enjoying the view he had atop Haken's shoulders. Haken almost looked his actual age, in this moment. I remembered he use to have longer fluffy, dark brown hair. But now, a red tint took over most of the darkness, especially with his hair shorter. I smiled at the little hairs that were starting to surround his face. He had been growing out his beard. I stood at the height of my uncle's shoulders, and could easily get taller. Keever could see a lot of things from on top of Haken's shoulders. I loved that kid. I tapped my uncle's arm. He looked down at me with his amber blue, secretly laced with green, eyes.

"I'll be right back." He nodded, and stood in place.

"Alright." His deep voice echoed.

I turned to one of the stands. The merchant and I smiled at each other. She knew my family enough, so she was a trusted message carrier. I set the envelope onto the counter, and slipped the silver chain from around my neck. It had been my mother's, given to her by my father before he left. I tucked it inside the envelope, and gave her a picture of Ezra, along with a few credits to help her out.

"If somehow. They come through here." I swallowed as my throat tightened. Damn I missed him. "Make sure he gets this." I gave her a small message. Right after I finished, more hell broke loose.

"Ara!" My uncle's desperate call pierced the air. I glanced back as he took off in a run, and I looked back at the merchant.

"Make sure he knows." I said quickly before running at my Uncle's side. Keever held onto him tightly as Haken ran. We were being chased by several bucketheads. If Haken and I stopped now to fight, it'd attract too much attention, or worse. We especially wouldn't with Keever here.

"What happened?" I asked as we burst from the crowd.

"They recognized me." Haken told as we ran.

"From what?"

"I've been doing a few small missions for the rebellion on a few of those other planets we've been to. I guess it was enough to piss those guys off."

"You what!" I exclaimed as I gave Haken a look for his language around Keever.

So that's what he's been doing? That's why he was growing his beard out.

"Yeah." He managed to answer through rushed breaths.

"And you didn't think to tell me sooner?" I heard the level of accusation in my voice.

"I was. Trust me, I was." He shortly paused as his ship came into view. "Take Keever!" Haken ordered as we ran to it. I took him without question, but didn't like what it was leading up to. The lump in my throat was getting bigger. Once I was inside I set Keever down.

"Go to your room. Hurry!" My words were swift, but weighted with worry. Keever did as he was told, and ran off. I turned back to Haken to get the worst look I've ever seen. It made me wish he could scold me. He didn't come in, as even more bucketheads filled the area, swarming the ship. He puffed up his chest, and threw me the chain he bought two years ago.

"Give it to him." His voice was deep, but it was traced with 'I'm sorry'.

I took a step forward. "No, Haken. If we hurry we can both get out of here" He didn't have to shake his head, I could see the truth in his eyes. But, what was showing in his eyes had.. had to be a lie, right? It had to be. The tears burnt my throat as they rose, and time slowed. I could see every time I was with my uncle flash before my eyes. "Haken, no. No. Don't do this to me!" I pleaded. He looked at the ground.

"Go Ara. Get out of here." His eyes looked up to mine. "You have Keever to worry about."

"Uncle Haken no!" The bucketheads started to fire as I ran to my uncle. He took out his blaster, and shot the ramp's button. He gave me a sad half smile, before he turned serious as the ramp closed.

"Go! Get out of here!" He ordered, as the bolts hit the ground next to him.

"No. I'm not leaving here without you!" I ran at the closing door. Haken took something off his belt, and pressed it. I could here the low hum of the ship starting. He placed a hand on the metal.

"I'm sorry." Haken gave me a sad smile, as his face disappeared behind the ramp. "I love you both." My heart stopped, as I saw the tears in his eyes, while he smiled at me.

"Haken! Haken!" I screamed to the closed ramp entry. I pounded on it, then lined my hand up with where Haken had his, as the ship rose. "No! Haken!"

"Ara, stay strong." His soft voice came to me.

"I won't leave without you! I can't lose you too!" My voice broke as I listened to bolts hitting the ship, fueling my fear, and sending a shudder down my spine. I felt the ship lifting more, as I ran to the cockpit. The autopilot wouldn't turn off. I watched as Haken used the force to push a lot of the bucketheads away so they wouldn't fire at the ship, which meant he wasn't paying attention to the ones that fired at him. He was hit in the shoulder first, then the leg. I couldn't do anything to help, or to override the autopilot, as my uncle was being shot down. Haken dropped to his knees. I felt his pain. Uncle Haken's chest slammed into the ground, as he took in one last, short, shaky breath. The fight we had that morning rang through my head, but were interrupted.

"I love you both, Ara." The weak voice reached me. I shook violently, letting out an erupting sob.

"No! Haken!" I clenched my jaw, tightening my fists as they pressured against the control panel. I laid my forehead on it, unable to control my emotions, as the bond between my uncle and I, breathtakingly shattered.

"No. Uncle Haken. no. Don't leave me. Haken, please." After letting out a few sobs, I noticed Haken's lightsaber rested in the copilot's seat. He always insisted that I fly, since I was good at it. I held onto the hilt tightly, as I curled into a ball in his seat. The ship jumped into hyperspace after I did, autopilot had already been set to an emergency destination. Somewhere in the outer rim, I was guessing. Away from the mid rim. The tears were ending, as I sat there in the silence.

When I was almost seven, I lost my mother. I was convinced my best friend was dying when I was nine. Seen so many strangers die for me between the time I was eleven, and now. I had been separated for a group that was truly becoming family, almost dying in the process, when I was fourteen. I actually died when I was sixteen, saving my best friend. And later that year to be separated from Ghost again. Now, I'm nineteen, and could do nothing as my uncle, the one person I had left, be slaughtered. He had saved my life three years ago as we ran for our lives, away from our team, and he save my life now. He was my first master. He was like a parent.

I blankly stared at the window, nothing going through my mind, as the ship started to pull out of hyperspace. When the ship did get out of hyperspace, I managed to pull, whatever was left of me, together. For Keever's sake. He still needed me. I pushed myself up, and walked out into the hall. My world hadn't ended fully. The door to Keever's room opened in front of me. I left it open, as I walked into the dark space. I sat down right next to him. A large storage compartment was on my left. I took Keever's hand, the gray chain in my own. He scooted himself right next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, as I held him close to me with one.

"Where's Haken?" I could hear that the tears stained his voice, along with the fur on his face. There was the slightest hope that broke through his voice.

"H-he's… gone, Keever." I managed to say as silent tears ran down my face.

"Gone?" Keever's voice broke, as his forehead rested on the side of my chin.

"H-he.. left."

"Why did he have to leave?" Keever lightly sobbed.

"I- I don't know Keeves. H- he went to a better place." I squeezed his hand. "He went to protect us. W- we won't be able to see him anymore, but. But he can see us. And he'll always be watching over us. A bad feeling crept into my mind. "You can't call me Ara anymore Keeves." I shakily sighed.

"Why?" He sniffled.

I didn't want to scare him after what happened. But it had to be said. "Some bad people know my name. If you call me Ara, they'll find us, and take me away. And you won't be able to see me any more." I paused, not wanting to scare him anymore than he already was. "You'll have to call me Rane from now on… Okay?" I felt Keever nod. I knew, somehow, that Keever watched all of it. Why? Why did it have to be today? Of all days, why today?

When Keever was three, he had to run for his life. He had ran through the next three towns. When Haken and I found him, he was scared, cold, and hungry. When he was four, I was shot shielding him. It wasn't serious, but it was a close call. He didn't leave my side until I was healed, he was terrified I would die. Now, he's five, and one of the two people he relies on, dies in front of him. Today was the anniversary of those first two years Keever was with was one more thing about this day, that Haken wouldn't want me to forget. Even through this tragedy. I placed the grey chain into Keever's hand, and we both looked at it.

"Happy birthday Keever." The words echoed brokenly through the darkness. Today he turned five. They left a heavy mark, through the cold, broken silence.

Happy Birthday, Keever….

If any of you are thinking 'I hate this person (me).' don't worry I'm right there with you. I was just as attached, if not more, to Haken as some of you are. And killing him off wasn't really that easy! I'm breaking my own heart here! I don't think any of the remaining side stories (that are still bound to be wrote) won't be this heart braking. These stories, and Every Road that Leads Home is gonna be a heck of a roller costar. And I'm strapped right up front, meaning I have to go through some stuff before you people do, half of is is the emotions, the rest is thinking it up... I guess there's no turning back now.. OOOOOOh crap.