It took several weeks before the doctors were satisfied that Revan was healed enough to leave the hospital. However, she imagined that it would be even longer before Carth would stop fussing over her. The thought caused her to smile as she looked around his apartment. She couldn't blame him, and deep down was grateful that he hadn't given up on her.

The chime indicating someone at the door pulled Revan out of her thoughts. Under her breath, she cursed the stiffness that still lingered in her left hip causing her to limp slightly as she crossed the room. As the door opened, she stepped back with a chuckle.

The Exile smiled as she entered the room. "So how are you doing?"

Revan closed the door and moved back over to her seat. "Not bad, still getting used to some things, but it's getting better." She unconsciously flexed her new prosthetic right hand.

Kyshara nodded and for a moment the two women just looked at each other, their eyes saying what their words would not.

"So when are you leaving?"

Arching one eyebrow, the Exile laughed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to someone who knows you, Ky."

Kyshara shrugged, "It's just that… well, I have a hard time staying in one place for too long, especially after the War."

Revan felt the sting of that memory, understanding what that War had cost her friend.

"Ky, about that…"

Kyshara shook her head, "Revan, there's nothing to apologize for. We did what had to be done. I never blamed you, still don't."

Revan sighed, "Thank you. Still… I can't help but feel guilty for that."

"We all have our regrets, things we wish had turned out differently, but you can't dwell on them. Trust me, it took a while for me to learn that, but it's true."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Of course I am."

Revan laughed, "Modest as ever I see."

"Hey! I only learned from the best."

"What? Me? Nonsense!"

Kyshara grinned, "Oh don't give me that innocent look, Revan. Back then you didn't have a modest bone in your body, and I doubt you do even now, unless the doctors found one to put in there somewhere."

"Oh, hush! I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"No, not really, you're just fun to tease. You were never as bad as Malak was. I often wondered how one person could have an ego so big."

Revan chuckled, "He did have a knack of getting carried away with it, didn't he?"

Kyshara nodded, and then seemed to remember something, "Oh, I know you didn't ask, but the droids will be staying with you and Carth when I leave. I honestly don't think HK would go with me now even if I wanted him to. T3 might if I asked him to, but they're your droids, Revan, not mine."

Revan smiled, "I'm just glad to see them both still in one piece."

"Well, HK didn't start out that way."

"What?"

"He'd been damaged when I first found him in a storage room on the Hawk. It took me a while to get him put back together and working again."

"Ah, somehow that doesn't surprise me. HK was always very good at getting himself into situations like that."

Revan's brows furrowed as she seemed lost in thought for a minute. When she looked back up at her friend, Kyshara could see the question even as Revan asked it.

"Ky, I've been meaning to ask you, how did you find me?"

The Exile shrugged, "The Force. There's no other way to explain it, I never believed in luck. Do you remember anything?"

"Sometimes I think I do, but I'm never sure anymore. Whatever the Council did to my mind, or maybe it's part of the damage they said they couldn't really heal, I don't know, but I still have problems sometimes, remembering things properly."

Ky nodded, "Well, I found myself in a star system that was in the middle of some rather violent disagreements, and was nearly shot down by one side. Apparently it was the right side, because when I got them to talk to me, they told me of another like me who had been helping with their conflicts. So I demanded to see you, found out that it was actually you, but you had been hurt pretty badly. I convinced them to let me take you with me and when we got back in known space I took you to Telos which was the closest planet that could help you."

Revan leaned back in her chair, a distant look in her eyes. Kyshara suspected that she was trying to fit the pieces of her fragmented memories back together like a puzzle. She quietly stood and walked over to the window, glancing out across the city. Ky glanced over her shoulder as Revan walked up beside her.

"Thank you, I'm very grateful that you found me."

Ky nodded, "I'm glad I found you in time, too." Turning to look at her friend, she saw the shadows in her eyes. "So what will you do? You plan on sticking around this time?"

Revan nodded, "It's going to take me time to work through things, and there's more that I'll need to work through with Carth. I don't really think I'll be leaving again though, at least, I don't want to."

The Exile turned back to the window, her gaze drifting above and beyond the planet's surface. Revan followed Kyshara's gaze and she could feel the growing restlessness in the younger woman.

"Any idea where you'll go, Ky?"

Ky shook her head, "No, not really. I guess I'll just see where the Force takes me."

Revan studied the Exile for a moment, "Something tells me you left some people behind as well, when you went looking for me."

Ky looked over at Revan, "I did." She sighed heavily, and looked away. "It's complicated."

"It always is."

"I suppose you're right. I should get going though."

Revan nodded, understanding. "Leaving soon then?"

"Probably tomorrow. I'll send the droids over tonight, I was having them help me with a few things on the ship. Not sure if I'll have time to stop by again before I leave."

"Well, it was good to see you again, and you take care of yourself, Ky."

The Exile smiled, "You too, Revan, and tell Carth I said goodbye too."

"I will."

Carth stepped into the apartment and leaned against the door as it closed. He took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting. A smile flickered over his face as he spotted Revan curled up on the sofa with a datapad. Revan looked up from the datapad and noticed the weariness in his face and stance.

"You look tired, Flyboy. Long day?"

He crossed the room and settled down on the sofa beside her. "Yeah, too much paperwork."

She sat the datapad on the table beside the sofa and scooted closer to him. Carth slipped his arm around her and she leaned against his shoulder with a warm smile. He studied her for a moment before speaking.

"So how are you doing, Beautiful?"

Revan glanced up to meet his gaze, "I'm fine."

He scowled slightly, "Then what's bothering you?"

She sighed; it never had been easy to hide her feelings around him. "Kyshara stopped by today."

"Oh?"

She nodded, "It was nice to have a chance to talk to her. She's planning on leaving tomorrow though."

"You're worried about her?"

"A little. She's got a lot of things she needs to resolve. I just hope things work out for her."

"I'm sure she'll be fine."

"You're probably right. Oh, she's also giving me the droids back, so they'll be here sometime tonight after they're done helping her with a few things before she leaves."

"Oh great, the overly cheerful, beeping trashcan and the psychotic, homicidal assassin droid are moving in now?"

"Carth! T3 is not a trashcan! He's a very sophisticated astromech, and HK is not psychotic."

"You're not disputing the homicidal part though." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he teased her, knowing how fond she was of both droids.

She glared at him, "Of course he's homicidal! He's an assassin droid. I didn't build him to be all sunshine and flowers."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alight! I give up."

Reaching behind herself, she grabbed one of the small throw pillows off the sofa and whacked him on the shoulder with it.

"Carth Onasi, you are so damn frustrating!"

"Me? What'd I do?" He adopted his most innocent look.

"Oh no, Flyboy, I'm not falling for that one."

He laughed and leaned back on the sofa with a grin. "Sorry, Gorgeous, but you're fun to pick on."

A mischievous gleam sparked in her sapphire eyes. "Oh really? Then you can just sleep here on the sofa tonight."

She got up and grabbed the datapad she had been working on, moving over to settle into her favorite chair. Finding himself alone on the sofa, he sighed.

"What are you working on?"

"Oh, just some things I want T3 to help me with when he gets here." She glanced over at him, "Carth, do you remember back when we were on Taris, after we rescued Bastila, how you gave her a hard time over losing her lightsaber?"

Carth laughed at the memory; though he was half surprised she remembered it. "Yeah, I remember, why?"

She sighed, a look of disgust flickering over her face. "Well, I managed to lose not one, but two lightsabers."

"I doubt it was because of the same situation. Bastila misplaced hers."

Revan shrugged, "Perhaps. Mine were probably lost on the battlefield where I was injured and the people I was helping wouldn't have understood their significance to me, especially if they thought I was dying anyway. Still, that means I need to build new ones, which means I have to try to find the right crystals."

"Why do you need them, and wouldn't the Jedi at the Temple have something you could use?"

As the words left his mouth, Carth realized he shouldn't have asked that question. The withering glare she met him with nearly froze the blood in his veins. He was sharply reminded that Revan never liked being unprepared or unarmed. She was probably getting bored with just sitting around the apartment.

"I'm sorry, forget I asked."

She sighed heavily. "The only way the Temple might have the crystals I need would be to have the sabers they took from me when I was captured as the Sith Lord, and I highly doubt that. I never have used common crystals in my sabers, but I typically don't plan on replacing them often. This will be the third set of lightsabers I've had to build."

"So where are you going to get what you need?"

"That's part of what T3 is going to help me with. Aside from the crystals, the other components I need should be relatively easy to find."

He nodded. He wanted to say something else, but the door chime rang and he just decided to let it go. Getting up, he walked over and opened the door. The two droids moved into the room as he closed the door behind them.

"Statement: Greetings, Master. I am pleased to be fully back in your service."

"Beep whir whistle beep chirp" T3 chimed in.

Revan smiled, "It's good to see you both too. T3, I could actually use your help with something, if you don't mind." She held out the datapad, "I need you to search whatever sources you can find for the components on this list. I don't care where you find them; I know there's got to be someone who's got them for sale. Legit or smugglers, just find them."

"Beep beep chirp whistle?"

"Don't worry about the cost, I'll deal with that, I just need those parts and crystals."

"Chirp beep whir."

"Thank you, T3."

The little astromech went off in search of the computer terminal in the apartment to begin his search. She glanced over at HK who was standing near the door, blaster rifle ready as always. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered being told of his fierce determination to stay at her side while she had been hospitalized.

"HK, come here."

The rust hued assassin droid walked over to where she was seated. "Query: Yes, Master? Do you need something killed?"

She chuckled, "Not at the moment, HK. I just wanted to check you over, it looks like you got chewed up by a rancor and spit back out."

"Objection: Master! Please, I know I may not be at the peak of my performance, but I am still fully capable of burning holes in any meatbag you require to be removed from the galaxy."

"I'm sorry, HK, I know you've been through a lot. I think I can fix you up though, so hold still."

Revan opened a couple access panels on his frame and made a mental list of things she found in need of repair. Tweaking a few things here and there that could be done without too much effort, she became aware of just how extensive the damage to him was. Her brows furrowed in concentration as the mental list of what would be needed to restore the droid grew longer. Finally satisfied that she had done all she could without the parts and tools she needed for more advanced repairs, Revan leaned back in her seat.

"There, not done by any stretch, but I was able to fix a few things. How do you feel?"

HK-47 was quiet for a moment as he ran a diagnostic on himself. "Statement: Master, I feel much improved. Your efforts seem to have been rather successful."

She nodded, "Good. There are some other repairs I can make, but I need a few specialized parts and tools first."

"Thank you, Master." The droid returned to his place near the door.

Revan looked over at the sofa to see that Carth had fallen asleep. She went in search of T3 to add more parts and components to the list he was searching for. Satisfied that T3's searches would find what she needed, she patted the little astromech before leaving him to work. When Revan returned to the other room, she smiled softly. Carth was still asleep on the sofa.

She walked over to him and leaned over to gently kiss his cheek. "Come on, Flyboy."

He stirred and looked up at her, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "What?"

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"I distinctly remember you telling me that I was sleeping on the sofa tonight."

She smirked, "So? I changed my mind. You coming or not?" She held out her hand to him as she took a step back.

"Yeah, I'm coming, Beautiful."

The shrill beeping of the com unit jarred Carth out of a peaceful sleep. Glancing over, he saw Revan burrow deeper under the blankets to ignore the sound. With a sigh, he rolled over and pressed the button.

"Yes?"

"Greetings, Admiral Onasi."

"Ah, Master Shan, what can I do for you at this ridiculously early hour of the morning?"

"I do apologize for disturbing you, but I've received word that Revan returned. Why wasn't I notified earlier?"

He scowled. "Revan has been trying to recuperate from extensive injuries she received in the Unknown Regions. I have been respecting her wishes in that no one was to be notified of her return until she decides that she's ready to deal with people crowding her about where she's been these last few years."

A momentary silence and Carth smirked to himself. It was rare when anyone could catch Bastila speechless for any length of time.

"I see. Well, please, let her know I asked about her, and notify me when she's ready for visitors."

"I will, Bastila."

"Thank you, goodbye."

The communication ended and Carth lay back down with a sigh. Revan rolled over to face him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Beautiful. It was kind of satisfying to see Bastila speechless, even for a moment."

She chuckled, "Yes, that is something of an accomplishment. I do want to see everyone again, really. Just… not yet."

"Shh, I know. You tell me when you're ready, Gorgeous, and I'll round everyone up and we'll throw a party."

A smile played across her lips, "Sounds like a plan."

He slipped his arm around her, pulling her against him. She kissed him softly and snuggled into his embrace, resting her head against his chest. She closed her eyes as she listened to the steady beating of his heart.