Maul sat down into the spring with a sigh. It was nice to be relaxing a bit, especially when Savage had woken him up around midnight telling Maul all about his Slick. I'm really hoping I did not sound like that when I discovered Dogma, Maul thought. Actually the little Clone just appeared, he must have followed the Zabrak. From the way the Clonetrooper walked, Maul guessed he was sore from yesterday's practice. Dogma sat down across from him, he looked liked he needed a warm bath or something, but the hot springs will have to do. Maul smiled at his mate, "It looks like you might be a bit sore, the warm water will help, trust me I know." Dogma nodded. The Clone seemed to be fidgeting a lot, which was unusual considering Dogma wasn't one to do that. "Dogma are you all right?" He asked. The Clone nodded, he was clutching his stomach now with an expression of agony. Maul knew something was wrong with his mate. He rushed over to Dogma's side, dripping water all over. The Clone moaned when the Zabrak touched his forehead. He was leaning against Maul, his breathing became erratic. Maul growled, he was frustrated he didn't know what was happening. He then noticed Dogma had an empty bottle in his hands, the bottle suspiciously looked like the one Viscus had shown Maul when he arrived on Dathomir, the potion that could get his mate pregnant. And if Dogma had drunk it, he would be feeling the full effects of it. This is not good, I am going to murder Viscus, when this is over, Maul thought. The Zabrak lifted the Clone onto his shoulders, he carried Dogma to the little house they were sharing. Feral was up now and looked quite startled when Maul brought a moaning Clone in. "What's wrong with your mate?" He asked. Maul snarled, "My father gave him the potion. Feral, listen to me closely. I need you to get the medical kit I have in my ship and I need you to bring it here. One last thing, as soon as you get the kit, I think it would be best if you make yourself scarce until tomorrow. Got that?" Feral nodded and ran to the ship. Maul placed his mate on the bed, "Oh Dogma, please don't hate me. This could save your life and I really don't want you to die on me. So please don't hate me." Maul begged. The Clone was unresponsive except for a couple of moans and whimpers. Feral brought the kit and left with a flash. Maul opened it, inside there was water, food and medical supplies. Maul really did not want to do this to his mate, but Viscus (meddling old fool) had forced his son to do this by giving Dogma the potion. The Zabrak poured the water into a bowl, and laid it on a small table next to the bed. He knew he was going to regret this, but he took off all of his and his mate's clothes and laid beside the poor Clone.

I think you all know where this is going. It's only going to be implied, because I can't for the life of me actually write it. But if you have any questions I would be happy to answer them. Bye!