Disclaimer: I don't own Star War (I still wish I did)

Lies

"Everything will be fine."

"It will be okay."

"You'll be fine."

"I'll protect you."

These are such simple words. And yet in different times, they can be much greater lies.

You my lie during times of war, when you know one or both of you could die. Or if a loved one is dying from a battle wound. Or if the same loved one is dying on a hospital bed from an incurable disease.

But his lie was one of the greatest of them all. He had promised to protect her, and for a time he did. But during the finale battle of the war she was mortally wounded. He tried to heal her, but nothing was working.

"I'll heal you." Again, a lie.

"Finish him, my love."

His anger flared, black Mandalorian Assault Armor appeared, red fiery wings manifested. Tow crimson blades appeared in his hands. He attacked his opponent with unmatched ferocity. He battered his enemy until finally he killed him and he was the only one standing. He dropped the blades in his hands and ran over to the feminine form lying prone on the ground. He knelt down and removed his helmet. He placed his hand on her wound, sending healing pulses through her. "No use my love."

"I can't lose you," he replied, tears streaming down his face.

He crushed his lips on hers as he felt her life ebb away. He screamed out his pain and anger as he clutched the now lifeless form closer. She never knew the strike that ended his own life. She was the love of his life and with out her, there was no point.

Black roses; they are such rare things. But they were everywhere in the tombs of two of the most powerful Sith Lords that had ever lived. More powerful than even Exar Kun. Sadly no one will ever know what happened to Revan and Bastila. No one will ever visit their tomb. But their spirits did not care for they had each other… for eternity.