Disclaimer – I don't own KotOR II.

Summary – Atton loves his jacket, but it seems as though it's being stolen everywhere he goes these days. It's all that Exile's fault, too… LSFExile/Atton.

A/N Some of this will be funny, some will be serious. I don't know when this will be updated. The snippets will appear as I think of them.

The Beginning

"Ugh, I'm freezing in here. Those giant windows were definitely poor design features; they let out all the warmth," Ann grumbled, rubbing her shoulders awkwardly. Reluctantly, her eyes turned to the scoundrel who stood next to her.

He was trying not to stare at her underwear, which did earn Atton points, but Ann wondered just how far he'd go to redeem himself from the slap he'd earned earlier. "Atton?" she practically purred.

"Yes, Ann?" he replied, refusing to look away from the blank console.

"I'm cold."

"Yes, I think you've quite clearly established that, standing here half naked, you're cold."

"Would you like to do something about that for me?" Ann grinned wickedly as a faint flush appeared on Atton's pale cheeks.

"Like what?"

"Can I borrow your jacket?"

"Of course… wait… No! This is my lucky jacket…"

It was too late. Ann had already launched herself at the right sleeve and, within moments, had wrenched it off Atton in order to start wearing the ribbed jacket herself. "Mmmm… still warm. Thanks for being so kind, caring, generous…"

"I want that back in one piece in the same condition it is in right now. Meaning no blaster holes…"

"Oh, look, T3 came through for us," Ann interrupted quickly, snuggling into the jacket and trying not to laugh at the smuggler's glare.

"So that tin can is good for something after all. Now we have a clear shot to the hanger… and a ship… and clothes for you so that I can have my jacket back."

"Actually," Ann winced as Atton glowered at her, "the elevator is currently… inaccessible. I had T3 open the mining hatch."

"You did what? That's… that's suicide. You are not taking my jacket down there!"

"I promise I'll be back, with one unharmed jacket, in no time at all," she promised, scampering away.

"My jacket…"

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"Did you find the supply crate?" Atton demanded after a long moment of comm silence.

"/Yep. There was even a spare mining jumpsuit in there./" she replied through the static.

"Dammit… I mean, that's good. You shouldn't be running around down there half naked… it's distracting… uh, for the droids," Atton closed his mouth and firmly reminded himself that this woman was a Jedi, albeit an extremely childish, jacket-stealing one… "Will you bring me back my jacket before you go any further."

"/Don't worry, Atton/" Ann spoke in what was surely a soothing tone, though the effect was ruined by the static. "/I won't let your jacket come to any harm while I'm down here./"

"Fine, but I still want it returned in one piece," he growled. "Now, remember what I said about there being droids down there? I've pinned down most of their locations and it looks like their sharing the tunnels with you. I recommend you use a stealth belt if you have one so that they don't open fire on my jacket."

"/I'll do that. Ann out./"

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Atton slumped into the chair in relief as Ann's signal showed up again. The feeling was short lived, however, as he saw where that signal was coming from. "Ann, I was starting to get worried about my jacket there when your signal vanished. It's just… the comm console must be malfunctioning. The readings say you're outside the facility on the asteroid's surface."

"/Really/" she sounded amused over the comm. "/Imagine that. Look up for a moment, Atton./"

Nervous, Atton did as requested only to see a figure in a space suit standing outside the window. "Ann! What the hell are you doing out there!"

"/I'm taking a leisurely stroll in zero-g/" she teased. "/This is the only way to the crew dorms where there may be some survivors./"

"Well… you better get there fast. The vents are active and pouring fuel into space over the walkway out there." Atton groaned, adding, "with the airlocks active and someone – you – out there, the vents should have been deactivated. It's almost like someone…"

"/Like someone was trying to keep me pinned down. I knew that HK droid was the psycho behind the deaths of the miners. I knew it/" she crowed, shoving a gloved fist up above her helmeted head.

Then the console's docking procedures activated, sending out the navicomp orbital drift charts to an incoming vessel. "I don't believe it," Atton stared at the screen in disbelief. "There's a ship sending in the docking codes. I think you'd better hurry, Ann. I have a bad feeling about this…"

"/Me too/" she echoed softly.

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"What have you Jedi been breeding while I haven't been looking?" Atton demanded, glowering at Kreia.

Ann giggled. "Yeah. Didn't you hear that Jedi are asexual beings. I split in two and this is the older version of me; what I'll look like when I'm old."

Kreia shot Ann a disapproving look. "We must board the Harbinger to discover what awaits us there."

"She's right," Ann squirmed under Atton's sharp look. "There really isn't much time to talk about it right now. Here's a blaster I found," she pulled out the gun and handed it over, "I'll bet you're a better shot than I am."

Moving to pull off the jacket, Ann froze as a cynical, simulated voice spoke up. "Frustrated Statement: Master, I thought I had made it clear that you should shut down, stay put, and wait for rescue."

"I'm sorry," Ann oozed false sweetness as she drew her vibroblades. "I don't listen to assassin droids."

"Objection: Assassin droid! I am offended by that term, master. Assassin droids are bulky creatures possessing only the most archaic of kill-programs." Pride entered the HK's voice as it continued speaking. "What I do can be referred to as 'wanton slaughter.' It is far more satisfying and artistic than mere 'assassination.'"

"You know what? Murder is murder in my book," Ann snapped.

"Weary Resignation: You are wrong, master, but I do not believe you will allow me to correct you. I had hoped to return you to your kolto tank peacefully, but it seems I may have to break key areas of your skeleton in order to achieve my goal. I do hope your screams of pain are satisfactory enough to make this unnecessary exertion worth the effort."

Atton had heard enough. The HK unit was so intent on threatening Ann, that it didn't take into account her companions. The dark haired scoundrel raised the blaster and planted a series of shots along the droid's exterior. Several shots hit key connections along the joints, locking HK-50's left leg and right arm.

Kreia quickly joined in, but the mining lasers she held were ineffective against the high-grade exoskeleton that the droid had been upgraded with. It was Ann who finished the droid with her vibroblades.

"Warning:" the HK squeaked in a static filled voice, "self-destruct initiated. Countdown: Three… two… one…"

Ann hightailed it towards Atton and scurried behind him just as exploded. Peering over the brunette's shoulder, the shorter, blonde woman heaved a sigh of relief. "At least it wasn't too loud… I hate explosions." She pulled off Atton's jacket and slung it over his shoulders. "Thanks. I hope you didn't suffer too badly for the separation from your 'lucky' jacket."

Atton just smiled, holstered the blaster, and slid his arms through the sleeves. "Hey, don't mock it, Ann. After all, you came back with both it and yourself unharmed, right?"

Ann tilted her head thoughtfully. "You know what? You're right. I didn't get hit once, and I faced a legion of those demented droids. Could I hang onto it for just a little bit longer…? I guess not," she chuckled at the suddenly dark glare on Atton's face. "Never mind."

A/N hmmm… I wonder what should happen to the jacket next…