Love In Coruscant

Threatened

(A/N: Hey guys, back with chapter two! Hope you all liked chapter 1, poor Kix huh?

PS I wrote this when I was like... 12...)

Kix felt sick after the night he had seen clone commander Bly and Jedi Master Aayla Secura together, even it had occurred only a week ago, he still felt sick at the thought of it.

He was about to be shipped back out to join his unit closer to the front, and Kix couldn't be happier, even if the void left by Rex remain within the hearts of General Skywalker and the clones, and the sad, haunted eyes of Ahsoka Tano awaited him. But the sooner he got away from the temple, the sooner he would receive a distraction, and the sooner he could forget about Bly and Aayla.

Kix was tired of sneaking around, dodging out of Aayla Secura and/or Bly's way whenever they were close by.

Kix, deep in thought, didn't notice a clone standing in a darkened doorway as he passed, until it was too late. A hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat, jerking him into the shadows of the doorway.

Kix felt his back smash against the wall and face to face with Commander Bly.

"C-Commander." Kix attempted a salute in his awkward position, but it was flimsy attempt, and he prayed that Bly didn't notice the shaking of his hands.

As those dark brown eyes bore into his face, Kix found himself grateful for the safety of his helmet, where Bly couldn't read his expressions or thoughts, but it worked against him also since Bly had on his own helmet.

"Kix." The tone was flat, all emotion void.

Kix waited fearfully as Bly looked around them for a moment, but when he attempted to relax, Bly pushed him harder into the wall.

"I need to tell you something." Bly's emotionless voice hissed. "About something you witnessed."

Kix felt his heart sink. "I didn't..."

Bly's arm against his throat pushed harder, restricting Kix's breathing, as the clone commander's second arm against his chest was beginning to hurt too.

"I know you did." Bly growled. "Don't deny what I, and you yourself, saw." The clone checked around him again, very carefully, before turning back to Kix. "You breath a word of this..." The arms pushed harder, and Kix tried to struggle, pushing his hand against Bly's helmeted face, the clone commander didn't yield or relax his grip.

"A word." Aayla's second hissed, "and I willkill you!"

Bly's arm pulled away, and Kix could finally breath again.

Bly patted Kix's shoulder. "Nice chat." He said before he was gone, leaving Kix to rub his neck, thankful to be alive.

A word? Kix asked himself fearfully. Not a syllable. The medic promised silently as he made his way out of the shadowy doorway and down the halls, making his way to the LAAT/i that would take him back to the front, and hopefully, his death.