Love In Coruscant

Fears Realized

(Hey guys! Here I am, back with the sequel to To Realize Too Late. Hope you enjoy, and please review! Also, please don't rip me up for grammar mistakes. English is not my first language, and I struggle with the writing part of it! Thanks!)

Chapter I:

Kix made his way along the halls of the Jedi Temple where he had been temporarily stationed on sentry duty, an easy job that would do well for his wounds to heal, both emotionally and physically.

His stay had been riddled with both grief and excitement, grief due to the death of his commander, Captain Rex, and excitement in response to the rumors that Jedi Master Aayla Secura occupied the area in which he was recently posted.

Kix thought over how he would one day approach the topic of his love with the Twi'lek, in a confident way. First of all, he would have to take precautions that Bly, Aayla Secura's clone second in command, was not around, with the caution that he himself may hold feelings for his Jedi General. Secondly, Kix would have to make sure that this information didn't leak to the Killer Clones, A group that took the rules the clones had been trained with, extremely seriously, and would kill him for such an infraction.

Love was complicated. At least for a clone.

Kix's thoughts snapped sickeningly as he rounded a corner, stopping dead in his tracks. Bly was standing with Secura in front of a large window, talking to her in a low voice. Secura was smiling as she tapped Bly on the helmet.

Bly reached up and removed the helmet, a large smile on his face as he ran a gloved hand through his hair.

Aayla's soft laugh carried to Kix on the still air, a sweet sound to Kix's battle hardened ears.

Bly was saying something now, and Aayla swatted him in the chest playfully, the clone commander catching her small blue hand in his own.

They were talking more softly now, and closer.

Kix felt sick, as if he was prying into a sensitive moment, whether he had dreamed it his or not, but he couldn't force himself to move, or make himself known.

Aayla had her hands on Bly's face as they closed the distance until their lips touched. Bly held the Jedi gently, hands on her hips, while Aayla had one buried in the black hair, the other wrapped around his neck.

Now Kix knew he would be in trouble if he was discovered, and attempted to sneak away. But Bly, senses sharpened by battle, noticed the movement, breaking away from Aayla to look in his direction.

Kix felt his heart slowly crawl up his throat in the several moments he locked eyes with Bly, and panicking, he turned and ran.

As he neared the corner, Kix looked back, afraid of pursuit, but there was none, and, rounding the corner, he saw Bly and Aayla still standing in place, staring after him but made no attempt to pursue him. That was a good thing, for either could have overtaken him when he was well, and having a wounded leg would make it just that much easier for them.

Kix finally slowed, although he kept an eye on his rear, and hoped that Bly had not recognized the paint design on his armor. The color was less of an issue, being the coloring of thousands of 501st Legion troopers.

But Kix knew better. He had seen Bly's face. The commander had not only seen it, but memorized it. Maybe not recognized, but made a note of its distinctive markings.

Kix sped up to a trot. At the very most, he was in trouble, at the very least, Bly wouldn't find him if he lay low.

But Kix knew that that was nearly impossible. Bly had spent years in the jungles of Felucia, tracking, hunting and stalking his enemies. He would find him, it was only a matter of time.

"Shab'la." Kix muttered. "He's such a determined idiot."