Hey guys! This one was a request from the lovely RazorsEdge84. He prompted a very simple story idea about Satele Shan and a Jedi Knight. I was really excited to start writing this one. Satele is the living Jedi Code. To see a more human side of her... I thought that would be fascinating.

I thought a loooong time about how to make something like this into an actual story that could possibly fit the SWTOR canon. I tried to do my research to figure out a good period of time in which this event could have taken place. But, the more I write and think, I don't think I could fit it into actual canon and make it make sense. So... this is an alternate universe in which Satele and the player Jedi Knight meet long before Satele becomes a Jedi Master.

Like all my other fics, I wrote the Jedi Knight character ambiguously so you're free to insert your own JK into the story. Tell me if that works for you! I love hearing about people being able to imagine their characters inside my works. :D

Enough rambling... onto the story!

She stretched slowly, feeling her muscles sigh in satisfaction. The way the sun warmed her skin as she shifted on her soft mattress felt lovely. Her eyes slowly opened, welcoming the bright light... oh, how she longed to just stay in bed and soak up this feeling! However good it might feel, however much she might not want to leave, Satele Shan still had a duty...

Because, you see, Satele was a Jedi Knight now, and would have to train hard to live up to that honor. Every morning was the same routine; wake up early, eat a quick, but filling breakfast, and then do some combat training with meditation inbetween. Every nuance of her life would have to reflect the Jedi Code. Any other person would have found such a life boring and unfulfilling, but not Satele. One day she would have to face dangerous Sith in combat... she wanted to be prepared and this was the only way.

Exiting the mess hall now, she made her way through the cold grass to the grand steps of the Jedi Temple of Tython. It towered tall above her and served as a reminder of how great the Republic was. Satele, ever so humble, never thought she could make it this far. Yet here she was. Greeting her fellow Masters and Padawans, she briskly hopped up the spiral staircase where her training would take place that day.

"Padawans, today is the first day of the rest of your life."

Satele stopped, turning to face the Temple doors where Master Muheeda stood in front of a group of hooded Padawans. 'Ah,' she smiled to herself. Satele reminisced upon her first day of advanced training. What fond memories!

"You four, please follow Master Liv'trai."

About half of them went off in one direction. Those would train to become sages and shadows, and the rest would become either guardians or sentinels.

"You six, follow me."

The group of six turned to face the staircase opposite of Satele's and began their ascent. She looked at each face, wondering what kind of people they were, and-

No.

Her heart stopped.

She threw herself behind a pillar. By Force, she hoped he did not see her. ...was that even him? Could it be? There was simply no way.

It had been eight years since she last saw that face...

They were both Padawans then. Neither of them were very experienced with the Force and hadn't been studying the Jedi Code long. They didn't truly understand what it meant to let go of emotion... how important it was... Allowing herself to fall in love with that man could have been the biggest mistake of Satele's life. How many other Jedi had fallen to the Dark side that way?

No... She shook her head. That would not happen. She would continue to avoid him as long as possible... It would be for the best if he never saw her.

Little did she know it was too late for that. The Knight in Training smiled a little before following his peers into a large chamber room, the door closing behind them.

... ... ...

The next few days were very hard on Satele. She hadn't had this much trouble concentrating in eight years, and she knew the exact cause... Though it was tempting to take out her anger on this practice droid, she had to stay focused. Anger must not fuel her power... Damn it! Why did he have to come back! What happened on Alderaan should have stayed buried deep in her heart... Now it was bursting forth, flooding her whole being like a broken dam. Feelings she should never have in the first place...

She struck out at the training droid with purpose, trying to keep her anger from fueling her. Control. Control... There is no emotion. There is no emotion.

"Satele," a low, rich voice said behind her. She flinched. "Satele, you're going at it all wrong. Its weakness is right there, between the plating. You'll do no good striking it there..." One warm, large hand came over hers as endorphins rushed through her system, freezing her in place. He guided the motion, blade cutting through bits of wiring. "See... more directional. Right there..."

The Knight took her not moving as a sign that she might be receptive to him, so he boldly allowed himself to nuzzle his nose in her shoulder, causing her to finally jump away. Shocked he looked up to see her nod curtly at him, then fidget with her clothing and hair, refusing to look at him.

"Satele... not even one word? It's been eight years since-"

"Yes," she interrupted. "Eight years. Eight nice, long, uncomplicated years."

Her words stung him.

"Why have you never tried to contact me?"

"Why do you think?" she bit back, finally looking into his eyes. Emotion splashed across her features, her eyes pointed and full of something he couldn't decipher. "What happened... our love should not have happened, and you know that. There is no passion, there is serenitiy. Our love..."

For a brief moment, sadness furrowed her brows. But she pushed it away.

"Our love cannot happen. I don't want to see you ever again."

Sounds quite sad, I know... but hold out hope. For Satele may be a Jedi, but she will always be a human first...