Pocket of Memories

Prompt: Imagine a jacket. Then imagine a pocket. What's in the pocket?

Disclaimer: I really do wish I owned Carth. But if I did, all the other fangirls would hunt me down. So no. I don't own anything to do with Carth or KOTOR.

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Carth sighed.

They where on they're way to Mannan, from the Leviathan. He couldn't believe that the woman who made him feel alive agian was his worst nightmare.

Revan.

No. It couldn't be. But it was true. He was avoiding her. He needed time to think.

Carth reached into the breast pocket of his orange jacket, and pulled out a photograph . It was of his Ana.

Running his fingers over the photo, Carth recalled the day he took it...

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It was the day before he left for the first time. They were sitting outside, in one of the many parks, enjoying some of the last moments they'd have together. She was lying in the sun reading, while Carth lay beside her think of what would become of them. Wanting to bring part of her with him, Carth pulled out his camera and snapped a photo of her lying there, content and relaxed...

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Carth shook his head. It was so long ago.

Yet it felt like yesterday.

Gazing down at the photo, Carth murmured, "What should I do Ana?"

Drawing a mental picture of her in his head, Carth chuckled as the mental version of Morgana was yelling at him to get over himself and go talk to her. Yep. That was her. His Ana. Always telling him to do the right thing, instead of letting him stew about it.

Putting the picture back in his pocket, Carth was still at a loss of what he should do.

One the one hand, there was the woman he'd gotten to know over the course of their mission. The quirky, gorgeous young woman who loved to tease him. The caring individual that listened to his angst-ridden past. The person who always was ready to lend a helping hand.

Completely Light-side.

But, on the other hand there was the Dark Lady of the Sith. The cold, heartless person who'd killed thousands, upon thousands of innocent people.

Completely Dark-side.

Carth rubbed his temples.

Why was this so hard?

What if the Sith Lord really was in the past? And what was left was a Jedi with a heart of gold?

Carth sat there at the bridge thinking for what seemed like an eternity. Then, it hit him.

She was right.

"We are who we become, not who we start out as..."

His decision was made.

Just as Carth stood up to find her, his attention was drawn to the bridge controls. He sighed, sitting down Carth began the landing procedure.

He would tell her the first chance he got.