This is just a little something that was meant to be more, but it's plot wa lost in the wind as new ideas were born and others left behind, resulting in a whole new story, which can be found later.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to LucasArts, yadda, yadda, yadda, and song lyrics belong to Evanesence, from their song Good Enough.

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"Why do you do that?" asked Carth, right side of his mouth turned up in a grin. Tana Savo, formerly Revan, flinched as she realized her train of thought had been led astray. She struggled briefly to remember what they had been talking about, then gave up.

"Do what?" she asked, watching a fly buzz against the wall self destructively. Had she been a wisdom-spouting Jedi like Bastila or even Jolee, she would have thought something profound about life simply by looking at the fly. As it was, she was a sarcasm-spouting Jedi—a side-effect of being trained as old as she was, she supposed. Or maybe a side-effect of being trained twice? She flinched again as her thoughts led her astray—she normally wasn't so easily distracted, but things weren't normal, to say the least.

"That," Carth answered. "You did it again, Ki!" He sprawled himself across the bed exasperatedly, and Tana tucked her long legs beneath her chin to keep to her space.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

He turned onto his side and stared at the old bedspread. "You keep…flinching," he said, trying to explain.

Tana shrugged. "I didn't notice," she lied, finding something to tease him with. She flinched again for effect.

"Stop that," he laughed and pulled her to his chest. "You're driving me mad," he added into her ear.

"Oh? Then punish me," she said in a sultry voice, then laughed.

"I will," Carth growled and pulled her closer.

"I believe you," Tana said, "But not now." She pulled herself away and strode to the door in two easy strides. "You're very dirty, flyboy," she added, turning her head to the pilot. Disappointment rolled off him in waves, and she smiled. "The door was open and everything." And with that, she walked out, leaving Carth alone with his shredded dignity.

Later that day, Tana stepped out of her clothes and let her robe drop to the floor. She carefully picked everything up and held it under her arm as she turned on the water, giving it a few seconds for the water to heat up. Folding her clothes neatly, she stepped into the shower. She heard it hiss shut behind her. The steam escaped through a wide hole in the top as she began to wash.

As she washed, she sang. A voice so gentle and sad, it hardly seemed to come from her, seemed to channel through her from someone else. Perhaps Revan, mourning over the loss of her body? Force forbid, thought Tana with a shudder and continued to sing:

"Under your spell again,

I can't say no to you.

Crave my heart

and it's bleeding in your hand,

I can't say no to you.

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly,

Now I can't let go of this dream.

I can't breathe but I feel…

Good enough,

I feel good enough for you.

Truth resonated in the words with the words, and she felt them with all her soul. She did feel good enough now, despite former doubts. She had done her part, she had saved the galaxy. She felt she deserved Carth's love.

Rest assured, she intended on returning it tenfold. But that didn't mean she didn't get to have a little fun with him.