Chapter 1: The message

Last Homecoming

The Message

*****Insert Disclaimer here. If I owned any of this, I would be chillin' on my millions instead of writing fanfics about it. Also, I don't have a beta, so all fails are mine and mine alone (sadly *sniffle*)*****

To: Revan

From: Dustil Onasi

Subject: Because You Asked

Revan, I've been keeping up on Dad and looking out for him as you asked. You know I would have done it anyway! I know you love him and this must be killing you; if the Sith aren't already (ha ha! my attempt at humor).

His wedding is in two weeks and I kinda want you to be there. Honestly, I would pick you over this BITCH Dad is marrying. I think my mom would too. I've looked up to you since you saved me from the academy. You were like an angel coming to save me. It should be you here in Dad's arms, ready to become my new mother.

I know I'm too old for all this childish bullshit Dammit! I can practically hear you chastising me with that smile of yours; the one someone like me doesn't deserve.

I read your emails everyday and I try to show them to Dad, but that BITCH (I know she has a name!) shuts off my datapad before he can even see what's on it. I want you here, Fuck it! I NEED you here! I can't take being here with them. She doesn't belong! Please come home, Rev. you are the only Mother I want.

Ps. No matter what happens, I know he still loves you.

I don't know how many I'm going to tell him I may not be alive long enough to return. I don't want to leave him alone anymore.

Revan sat in the cockpit sobbing. If only Carth took better care of his son! Since Korriban he called her "Mom" when Carth was out of earshot and gave her hugs she needed but never bothered to ask for.

She would never have labeled herself under "motherly" before her encounter with Dustil in the Sith academy, but apparently he had seen and felt it. She had once mulled over the thought, when it occurred to her that it was perhaps her approach to the situation that had pulled Dustil from the darkness and allowed him to see light once more.

But now, that very thought was what scared her. If she was no longer around, if she gave up and died now, Dustil would likely retreat once more into the darkness. This thought scared her more than her own death. He was strongly protective, caring and passionate; the easiest traits to manipulate with the darkside.

He had seen her feelings for Carth and he had been there every night in emails to walk her through loving his father. She had never had anyone as close to her as Dustil and Carth. Before she fell Malak had been her closest friend and lover, but the closeness they had shared was nothing compared to the Onasi's.

Dustil had even been there for her when she was forced to leave for the unknown; giving his support and vowing to remind Carth that she loved him. But after she left she was met with sad news about Carth's decline in health and his lack of interactions with Dustil. It seemed as if he stopped caring about his son after her departure.

But now when Dustil needed her and gave her a chance to return the favor and prevent a second fall, she was on board the Ebon Hawk out in the Unknown Regions alone and barely alive.

"Fucking Sith!" She screamed into the emptiness causing a sob of pain to escape her lips. She was using every last drop of determination to hold herself together; she had never even seen the Sith Assassin sneak up behind her. She had been preoccupied fighting three acolytes when the assassin ran her through with two vibroswords.

She ticked her injuries off in her head. One stab wound in her left arm, and two more through her abdomen and one through her chest. The last had barely missed her lungs, but had done severe damage to the muscle and two ribs; the Sith bastard had gotten sloppy in his desperation.

She felt like her old master's apprentice. Kreia had often mentioned the failure; so torn apart the only thing keeping him alive was anger and the force. She was well beyond healing herself, she knew it the moment the blade had pierced her chest. All she could do was slow the bleeding and hold on for dear life.

Revan didn't know if she would survive this mess. But one thing is certain; I will make it to that damned wedding even if it kills me.

***So I looked back over this chapter and decided it needed a bit of clarity. When I had originally written it, I just kinda jumped into the story. I didn't really go in depth regarding the "mother-son" relationship between Rev. and Dustil, so I figured it was time to fix that. On top of that I NEEDED to insert the fact that Malak and Revan had been "together" before their fall. It was something that was just screaming at me and decided to have a pretty big effect on the story.

REV: "WHY AM I BLEEDING TO DEATH?"

ME: "'cause you got sloppy and became a Sith pincushion?"

REV: "I bloody hate you… "

CARTH: "Why am I such an asshole?"

REV: "I bet I can answer that one for you *ignites Lightsaber*."

CARTH:"O.O ….Ummm, no you proved your point….really."

ME: "CALM DOWN CHILDREN! *sigh* I will explain it later *wink-wink*"

CARTH: "Did your eye just have a seizure?"

ME: *FACEPALM* "Moving on…"