Disclaimer: I do not own Knights of the Old Republic, or any of the characters.

AN: Alright, this is the first time I've ever published a story, so be gentle when you review. I'll be working on this story as I can, so I can't promise that the time between updates will be consistent. Just so everyone knows, this will be femRevan/Bastila, so if that isn't your thing, then you probably shouldn't read it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.

Knights of the Old Republic: Resurrection

Prologue

I've always had trouble sleeping, at least, for as long as I can remember. Admittedly, that isn't a very long time, as the first memory I have is waking up in a Coruscant hospital, about three months ago. That's not the only thing I remember, but it is my first concrete memory. There are also bits and pieces of my life as a mercenary in the Outer Rim, as well as a few from my childhood on Deralia.

Those memories, well, they all seem wrong to me. The other life, the nameless life from my dreams, that feels real. Everything about me feels wrong. Even my name doesn't feel like my own. The dreams though... The dreams of nightmarish wars, of innocents being slaughtered, of a child who became a great warrior and, above all else, the dreams of her, they make me feel complete.

Shifting slightly, I brushed a few raven locks behind my ear with my left hand, twirling my combat knife around with my right. I was the only person currently in the mess hall. Hell, other than the skeleton crew on the Bridge and down in Engineering, I was probably the only person awake. Not that I mind. I prefer solitude to the idiocy of the Republic military.

Perhaps I should explain myself.

My name is Leah Keshena. Three months ago, I awoke in a hospital on Coruscant. Apparently, pirates attacked my ship and I very nearly lost my life. At least, that's what the Jedi who brought me to the hospital told me.

After I was released from the hospital, I was able to do some research on myself and found out I was a rather well known mercenary in the Outer Rim. As I said, I only remember bits and pieces. What I do remember seems to confirm this, though. Anyway, the Republic hired me to protect a Jedi by the name of Bastila Shan, who just so happens to be the woman I've been dreaming about. Coincidence? Doubtful.

I accepted the job of course. I mean I couldn't pass up the chance to get to know her. I'm sure that she knows something about my past and this is my only way of finding out. Not to mention she's rather attractive.

So, that's how I found myself on the Republic Hammerhead-class cruiser known as the Endar Spire, bound for the Outer Rim world of Taris.

Of course, since the moment I stepped foot on this ship and began spending almost all of my waking time with Bastila, my dreams have only increased. This, in turn, has lead to an extreme decrease in sleep.

I sighed upon hearing the door to the mess hall hiss open, followed by soft footsteps in my direction. I merely continued to stare out the window at the wonderful blue blur of hyperspace, the knife still twirling between my fingers. The footsteps stopped directly behind me.

"May I help ya?" I murmured without turning to look at the person.

"May I sit with you?" she asked in her beautifully cultured Talravanian accent. I froze, recognizing the voice immediately. I turned to look at the woman, quite literally of my dreams, and smiled slightly, before nodding to the seat next to me.

As she sat, I took the moment to study her. It wasn't her exactly that I was looking at. I had already memorized everything about her. It was the newer details that I was paying attention to. The dark bags under her eyes, the way her usually silky, chocolate colored hair appeared limp and unruly. Most important was the almost lifeless quality to her currently dull gray eyes.

"Commander, are ya feelin' alrigh'?" I asked softly.

She sighed, burying her head in her hands. "No," she mumbled, "I feel awful."

"Ya haven' been sleepin' well, have ya?" I asked, gently wrapping my arm around her as I slipped the knife into my boot.

"No," she replied.

I sighed, pushing all thoughts about my dreams and other problems from my head as I focused entirely on her. "Do ya wanna talk about i', Commander?"

She looked up at me then, her nose wrinkling adorably in irritation. "Haven't I told you to stop calling me that?" she growled cutely.

"I s'pose ya have," I replied, grinning at her. "Wha's on yer mind, darlin'?"

She smiled at me tiredly, a light blush coloring her face. She turned away from me shyly, choosing instead to stare out the viewport at the glowing hyperspace tunnel that I had been watching earlier. After a few moments, she leaned her head on my shoulder, sighing softly. "I've been having dreams, nightmares, lately," she murmured.

I thought about that for a moment, wondering once more if this was a coincidence. "Abou' what?" I asked curiously.

"War, death… love," she mumbled.

Okay, definitely not a coincidence.

"Well, what a curious happenstance? My dreams o' late have been similar," I said.

I was surprised by the look she gave me. She looked excited, almost hopeful. "Shared dreams are usually a sign of a Force bond," she said, staring at me excitedly. "Which would mean that you're a Force sensitive."

I blinked. "Ya think I'm a Force sensitive and tha' we share some sort o' bond?" I asked, hoping for clarification.

"Precisely," she replied, her eyes now alight with new life.

"Why do ya think tha'? It can' just be the fact tha' we share dreams?" I asked suspiciously. "Which, by the way, ya don' even know fer sure tha' we do?"

She blushed brightly now, looking away from me. "I can feel you," she murmured so softly that I almost didn't hear her. "I can feel you so much better than I can feel anyone else. I don't even have to try. Your emotions just… come to me." She stopped, looking up at me with shining eyes. "Sometimes I can hear your thoughts without actually trying to."

I blushed a little at that. "What, uh… What exactly did ya hear?"

"Nothing really important," she said, shaking her head. Then a playful smile appeared on her face. "Just that you think it's cute the way my nose crinkles when I'm irritated and that you like the way my hips sway when I walk." By now I was blushing bright red, as was she. "And that you think I have the nicest bum you've ever seen."

"Okay!" I yelped, looking anywhere but her. "I ge' i'. We've go' some sort o' Force bond." I waited until I had the blush under control before I looked at her again. "What does tha' mean?"

"It means that we'll have to see whether or not the Jedi will except you for training once we're done with this mission," she replied.

"Alrigh'," I murmured. Not that I was particularly excited about it, but she seemed to be.

She smiled at me before laying her head back on my shoulder. We sat there silently, both content to simply be together.

"We should probably be gettin' ta bed, darlin'," I murmured after several minutes. I didn't receive a response. Upon looking down, I found that Bastila had fallen asleep.

With a sigh, I lifted her into my arms and stood, cradling her bridal style. I moved gently, heading toward the upper deck where her room was located. Upon reaching her room, I hit the button to open the door, careful not to wake Bastila, and slipped into the room, the door closing behind me with a hiss. Laying her on the bunk, I carefully removed her robe and boots, leaving her in the tan tunic and pants that all members of the Jedi Order seemed to wear.

As I turned to leave, a hand gripped onto my own.

Looking down at her, I noticed that she was staring up at me with sleepy gray eyes. "Stay," she murmured.

I looked around the room uncomfortably. "Darlin', I ain't so sure-"

"Please," she murmured, gray eyes pleading.

Sighing, I sat down on the edge of her bed and bent down to remove the knife from my boot and set it on the nightstand before pulling my boots off. I removed both my jacket and the holster that held my blaster, hanging both off the nightstand.

Lying back on the bed, I smiled at Bastila and held my arms out. She smiled tiredly, moving into my arms and snuggling into me. I held the woman tight as we both began to drift off. Just before I fell asleep, she murmured quietly.

"Night Revan. I love you."

AN: So, what do you think?