You are my life, Bastila! Chapter 3, a star wars fanfic

Author's rantings:

Again, lots of angst in this chapter.

I don't know, I always felt that there was something like a sibling relationship between Mission and Derek/Revan. At least that's the vibe I'm getting each time I'm playing KOTOR.

Plus, I think that it would be easier for him to talk with her about this than with anybody else.

Please be so kind and review. I welcome every critic, especially the negative ones. How am I suppossed to get better when no on tells me what I'm doing wrong?

Even flames are okay, I might hunt you to death afterwards, but I'll accept your flaming...

Spoken words are indicated by ""

Most of the time thoughts are indicated by "" and written in cursive; except for the original scenes, there thoughts are written in cursive and bold, while the original dialogue is written in cursive.

Disclaimer: All work and no play makes birthofthecool a dull boy. And he still doesn't own Star Wars or KOTOR, doesn't even own one lousy, messy character, not even Carth.

!Updated! Added a few more sentences to some parts and improved (hopefully) the editing!

You are my life, Bastila

Chapter III.

The Ebon Hawk, engine room, shortly before the capture by the Leviathan.

Two hours after what happened between Bastila and him in the women's quarters, Derek found himself with Mission in the engine room.

He'd headed there straight after Bastila had told him that she wouldn't give in to her feelings, headed there to cool off… or rather to have a childish fit, without anyone noticing.

He'd screamed and raged, beaten his fists at the wall in frustration, when his knuckles hurt and a bit of his tenseion was relieved he sat down and went into a short meditation.

Both ways helped to get a grip on himself again, he couldn't decide what helped more. Regardless, it wasn't enough anyway.

Half an hour of thinking the whole thing through again, helped him to make a decision.

And this decision was what was killing him now.

Mission had found him shortly after he'd come to his decision, instantly feeling his sadness and anger; seeing it instantly led to the decision to try to help her friend.

Sitting side by side on a compensator bank, they let their feet dangle, Their bodies vibrating slightly with the hum of the engine.

Mission had settled, resting her head on his shoulder and now startled him with her first question.

"I gather the big talk between you and Bastila didn't go well?"

Derek's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wha…? How do you… how do you know about this? What do you know about it?"

"Shh! Big man, no reason to bust a vein. C'mon, it's not like it is hard to tell, the way you are always fawning over her. Or constantly rile her. And she never let's her eyes off you for more than a very, very short time. Besides..."

She managed to look both proud and ashamed at the same time.

"... I sort of spied on you two for a moment."

And hurried to add.

"B-but I dind't stay long, when I realzed what it was about, I sneaked away."

"Uhh! Stang! Does anybody else know?"

Mission laughed.

"Your face! That's priceless! Ha ha h! Like a kid caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. Chill, Derek. I haven't told anybody. Zaalbar doesn't get the more "subtle" emotions of humans. Carth is a man, so he doesn't get anything. Jolee may know. I don't know if you've realized it, but the old geezer is pretty observant.

The droids don't get it and if they did, they wouldn't be interested. The same goes for Canderous. Juhani might know, but I think she'd rather not know and ignores the hints."

Derek sighed in relief.

"Great, than at least not everybody noticed. Wait… Why would Juhani not want to see what's… Oh. Oh! She… So she really is… you know…"

"…Interested in you, as well? I think so. She talks about you as if you are a god walking among us and I think it's more than just that she admires you, you know?."

Derek eyed the blue-skinned Twi-lek teen suspiciously.

"You know, Mission; forget about Jolee. YOU are awfully skilled in reading other people."

The girl laughed again.

"Well of course! I had to learn to judge people or know what they were after pretty fast. Besides, in my "profession" it is a must to be extremely good at the observation of others.

I can read people pretty well, that is except for my own brother."

She said, looking rather sullen suddenly, but just for a moment. Then she was her regular jolly self again.

Minutes later Derek was in the midst of a supposed explanation.

"The Codex doesn't allow it. Jedis are not allowed to love this way. It's like… we are supposed to love everybody and we act to help everybody. As far as I understand it, loving someone in an… romantic way, would lead you to concentrate too much love on one person, leading to you neglecting the love and care for everybody else."

Mission sighed and squeezed the hand of the man who'd become her surrogate brother, when her real one failed miserably.

"That's bull, Derek. You two are totally mad for each other. Sometimes you can see how painful it is for you to keep apart.

I understand, or at least understand a little, that a Jedi might want to avoid to fall for someone this way, but when it's already happened, what use has denying it?

It just leads to you two hurting like hell.

Don't let this stupid codex ruin what you two could have."

Derek laughed without any joy in it.

"Grog the damn codex! I couldn't care less about it now. I know our love would not weaken, but strengthen us.

It's Bastila. She tried, but I think failing in this, would mean failing as a Jedi for her, as well.

And failing as a Jedi would destroy her.

I'm still angry at her for being this stubborn, but she's hurting so much already.

I have to stop fighting against her resolve."

His face was stricken with loss.

"I may have to give her up completely. She might be strong enoughto be near me and not succumb to our feelings, I sure don't.

If she's not able to change her mind, we'll have to part someday soon. "

Mission was shocked.

"But what about stopping the Sith? Don't you two need to work together?"

"We may part after we've completed our mission, that's what I meant."

"If we succeed you mean? And if we survive."

He knocked softly on her forehead with the knuckles of his right hand.

"Don't be foolish, Mission. Of course we'll survive and you'll become the greatest scoundrel in the galaxy. You don't think Zaalbar and I'd let anyone hurt our little sis'?"

For a moment they laughed, but it was just a temporary respite, soon Derek was brooding again,

The blue-skinned Twi-lek adolescent sighed again, before she put her arms around Derek's body.

"I believe you'll find a way to help Bastila and to be happy together.

You've never failed at any problem that appeared before us and found ways to help us all and make our lives better."

"Sure."

He said, sounding totally convinced, yet inside him, he whispered to himself.

"Everybody has to fail for the first time, some time! Even I. Especially I."

He tried to focus on the good things. The friends he found in the last months. The great things they'd been able to do together.

The feeling of satisfaction and peace, when he was able to help somebody.

But beyond all this. All he could think of was beautiful young woman with silken, brown hair and a beautiful face.

Cute dimples that only showed when she smiled or laughed, one of the reasons he loved to make her do either.

Her fit and slender form, her strength.

The goodness in her heart. The lonely child, which was buried deep inside her.

He was proud she'd allowed him to see it a few times.

He wished to hold her, touch her, to kiss her. He wanted to make her scream his name in lust.

To wake up in the morning in her arms.

Chances for any of this to happen, didn't exist anymore.

For her sake, he had to sacrifice his love.

But, why then did this feel so wrong and their kiss had felt so right?

Onboard the Leviathan, a short time after the party escaped

„Are you all right, Bastila?"

She stopped buttoning up her shirt and looked at him in mild surprise.

„Why do you ask? We did not run into any trouble."

„N-no I mean because of… because of what happened earlier.

Y-you don't feel any… negative effect or pain?"

She shook her head and looked down, continuing to dress.

„Do not be silly. Karath tortured you longer than me. Besides I have already told you, you did the right thing."

„Yeah." He thought. „Just that it doesn't help a bit and that I still can hear you scream inside my head."

Outward he simply nodded and started to turn away, when a small hand on his arm held him back.

„Don't." She said softly. „Don't feel guilty. I… I won't lie to you and say it doesn't matter, but you really did what was right."

Slowly, as if afraid that she might shirk back he caressed her cheek.

A warm shiver run down his spine, when she caught his hand in hers and pressed it against her face.

„W-we shouldn't… this has to be all…"

He nodded and moved his body closer to her.

„You are right."

His left hand wandered to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.

„Yes… I told you that I don't… want to…"

„Yes."

Slowly their heads moved closer together.

„It's wrong for us to…"

„Yes."

Their lips were only centimetres apart.

„Really… we should st…mmmh."

They kissed again, it was every bit as great their kiss in the crew quarters of the Ebon Hawk.

Just as sweet, but way less awkward.

Derek's right hand was buried in the silken hair on the back of Bastila's head, drawing her deeper into the kiss.

She moved her body against his, wrapping both arms around him, sighing softly in his mouth.

Sensing the chance, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, caressing her tongue.

Bastila went rigid in his arms for a moment, but then she seemed to melt against him, her arms in his neck trying to strengthen their kiss.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth in response to his.

When they broke their kiss to gasp for air, she whispered "Derek." against his lips, her voice filled with emotion and pleasure.

They kissed again, even more passionate, their tongues dancing around each other, exploring each others mouth.

Derek waited until her tongue moved into his mouth once more and then sucked gently on the wet muscle.

His action was rwarded by another moan from Bastila.

He closed his eyes and lost himself in her touch, in her taste.

The sound of his communicator interrupted them after what seemed like the blink of an eye and an eternity at the same time.

It was Carth. Of course.

„How much longer will it take? This is getting riskier by the moment."

Frustrated he responded, trying to suppress the panting from lack of air…

„We're almost finished, just a little more patience, please."

He put the com away and turned back to Bastila. Only to find, that she'd already finished dressing and moved away from him.

One look at her, made it clear to him that the moment was over.

Still he couldn't let it go, as if it never happened

"Bastila. Please don't act like it..."

Her face was a calm mask again and she refused to let their eyes meet, when she answered bitterly.

"I'm not acting like anything, Derek. Nothing has changed. What I told you yesterday still stands.

I curse myself for giving in to my weakness again."

Strangely enough, his guilt was even higher than before, after that kiss and her reaction.

He didn't know, wether it was because she still cared for him that much, or because he was now feeling guilty for forcing her into the kiss as well.

Leviathan, a short time later. On the way to the bridge.

„There was a moment - just a moment - when part of me was hoping you would tell him what he wanted to know. Just to make the horrible pain stop."

Just to make the horrible pain stop… That was what she'd said.

„…Make the pain stop!"

But he didn't did he? He let the woman he loved be tortured before his eyes.

„…you did the right thing."

That she told him that, made it even worse.

How could it have been the right thing? It was all in vain, the academy had already been destroyed.

„I don't honestly know if I could be as strong in your position. To watch you suffer like that... it might have been too much for me to bear."

To summarize this:

She had hoped he would help her.

She still thought he was right, even though she suffered.

She thought she might not be able to do the same, if he was the victim.

Of course not. No one in his right mind would have let…

Damn it! To hell with that damnable Sithspawn Karath! He and his Master deserved more than death. They deserved the torture.

The two of them and every single one of their armoured bootlickers.

A group of guards were posted around the next corner, in front of a door.

Derek used the Force to increase his speed and charged at the guards.

Before he reached the first one, he dropped down on his back and skidded over the deck past him.

He activated the lightsaber in his left hand and cut away the soldiers legs in passing.

The second blade caught a blow by another guard, while Derek pushed his feet against the ground with a force boost, going into an inverted somersault.

He landed between the two last guards, and shoved his hands against their chests, delivering two force-strengthened punches, that smashed in their breastplates and slammed them against the wall. So hard, that they landed on the floor in a in a broken mess.

Instantly he turned around, to face the last standing soldier.

Using the spin motion, he sliced of the hand holding the Vibroblade.

Smiling in a hateful grin, he rammed the second green lightsaber straight through the soldiers chromed faceplate.

It had taken all of two seconds to dispose of the four guards.

The door the soldiers had guarded was locked and Derek had to deactivate his Lightsabers to work on the keypad.

When he succeeded in opening the lock, he already heard Bastila and Carth running down the corridor behind him.

Quickly he opened the door and stepped through into a room filled with a small group of Sith soldiers and one Sith plus his two apprentices.

The six soldiers sat at a small metallic table, three on each side, while the three Sith stood before them, the apprentices flanking their master.

It seemed to have been some sort of conference, not that he cared in the slightest.

All he cared about was to kill as many of the Sith as possible to cool the searing guilt he felt in his heart.

He cut down the first soldier with a quick high blow, slicing his body almost in two, before the Sith even started moving.

Pivoting around himself, he choped off the head of the Sith sitting beside his first victim.

Following that, he kicked the third soldier in the back of his helmet, so that his head collided with the table surface.

„…part of me was hoping you would tell him what he wanted to know. Just to make the horrible pain stop."

He thrust his sword through the man's chest, to make sure he was out of the fight

Somersaulting forward over the table, he slashed left and right mid-jump cutting down two more opponents.

The last guard managed to draw his blaster pistol halfway, before both blades bit deep into his body.

Now all that was left were the three Sith.

They had all ignited their red blades, the master sporting both a short and a long blade, and watched him cautiously. They moved further apart, to force him to choose, who to face.

Yet the usual Sith impatience and battlethirst led one of the apprentices to start the fight with a weak force-lightning attack.

Derek deflected it into the ground without much effort and went into the offensive by throwing his left lightsaber activated at the apprentice's head.

The Sith managed to deflect it, but was caught surprised when Derek already flew across the room towards him, just behind his blade.

The Jedi sailed through the air horizontally, spinning around itself aided by the force and with the power gained by the movement he brought his right blade down against the Sith's lightsaber. The dark force user barely manaed to ward off the blow.

Gracefully landing on his feet again, he caught his second weapon, while he deflected the clumsy counter-attack by the apprentice, before kicking him in the head using the opening the failed attack had created.

The apprentice stumbled back and to the side, unable to raise his lightsaber fast enough to stop Derek's follow-up attack, both Blades cutting deep into his body, one from each side.

Almost meeting in the middle.

„…you did the right thing."

Seeing their comrade cut down, both Master and second apprentice attacked him simultaneously now.

A fast combination with both blades, followed by a kick, forced the Sith-Master back, then Derek caught the apprentice's lightsaber with both of his own.

He pushed down and to the right, until the lightsabers pointed to the ground and he stood mere centimetres apart from his opponent.

Then he crashed his forehead into the Sith's face as strong as possible and was glad to hear a disgusting, crunching sound.

The force warned him with fractions of a second to spare, of the impending attack by the Sith-Master.

Dropping to his knees, he let go of both of his lightsabers, while the Sith was already to far gone, to stop his thrust.

Derek seized his arm, beyond his blade with both hands and pulled the enemy further forward, until the Master's lightsaber went straight through the apprentice's body.

Derek continued to pull and threw the Sith over his shoulder.

His opponent slammed into his dying pupil, but managed to land on his feet and turned around instantly to face him again.

The dark haired Jedi jumped to his feet, picked up his lightsabers with the help of the Force and began to press the Sith back step by step.

He was a far better swordsman than his enemy and used the small advantage he had, because one of his blades was longer than the Sith's, to the best effect.

Continuing until the other was almost with his back to the wall and covered from head to feet with small cuts and burns.

The Sith grew desperate and started frantic attempts to get out of the entrapment, but Derek's two green blades blocked all exits.

Finally he had enough of this game and when the Sith's short blade trusted forward once more, he diverted it with his right lightsaber, following up with his left and cutting off both hand and weapon.

„…watch you suffer like that... it might have been too much for me to bear."

Before the Sith could bring his second blade down Derek smashed his left shoulder into the other, sending him back against the wall.

Then he let his left blade drop, seized his opponent by the head and pulled down, while he smashed his right knee upwards in the others face. The Sith tumbled in pain for a moment and Derek quickly stabbed him through the heart.

„…part of me was hoping you would tell him what he wanted to know. Just to make the horrible pain stop."

Somehow he felt, he still had let the son of a bitch off too easily.

He picked up the dropped lightsaber and attached both on his weapons belt again.

going into a crouch beside the next enemy, he checked the Siths for key cards and useful items.

The door he came through opened and Carth appeared in the room.

He took in the carnage in the room, with a shocked expression.

„Wow, you're sure not messing around today. Nine Sith in less than one minute? Impressive…"

Derek didn't answer, just stared at him angrily.

„Where's Bastila?"

He asked, noticing that the brown-haired Jedi didn't follow Carth.

„She's dealing with two security droids and sent me to look after you."

Again he looked at the bodies.

„Not that you'd need it. But she was worried about you."

Startled at this Derek decided to join the woman he was in love with again, but before he could even voice his decision, a door on the other end of the room opened and five Sith Guards came through, barrels already blasting.

Carth threw himself on the ground and pulled both of his blaster pistols, instantly starting to fire at the attackers.

Derek dropped down on one knee and drew his own blaster.

He and Carth quickly hit three of the guards, but more were following.

The Jedi concentrated his will on the metal table.

The heavy piece of furniture broke from it's moorings on the floor and slammed into the Sith troopers, smashing them against the wall.

Then it started to move away, only to slam into them again with the same force, once, twice, three times.

„…you did the right thing."

„watch you suffer like that... it might have been too much for me to bear."

Then Carth's exasperated voice could be heard the noise.

„I think they've got enough, Derek. They are probably dead now anyway."

Derek eyed him with a wild glance, but let the table out of his force control, so that it crashed to the ground.

„I just want to be sure, they don't come to, before we're gone from this flea ridden excuse for a ship."

„Yes, of course, Jedi. You tell yourself that."

The Republican soldier answered, more calmly. Only to become the focus of Derek's anger.

„What? Do you want to tell me something, Carth?"

The older man couldn't help, but feel intimidated by his companion.

Something seemed to have thrown his friend completely off balance.

Considering the power the young Jedi seemed to possess, earning his ire, when he was in such a state, wouldn't be the best idea.

But letting him act on negative impulses and anger wouldn't do either.

As far as Carth knew, this could be pretty dangerous for Jedis.

He holstered his blasters, walked to Derek's side and laid a hopefully, calming hand on his shoulder.

„Look Derek. I know why you're so upset, I think.

But you did what was right; they would have tortured her anyway.

And you'd have betrayed the order."

The younger man's piercing green eyes, bore into his again.

„Betray the order, Carth? Why would you care about that?

You don't seem to care much about anything except getting revenge on Karath and Malak.

Really! That's rich coming from you."

„This isn't about me. It's about you and you wouldn't have wanted to betray them.

Bastila wouldn't have wanted you to and she told you that. "

Derek slapped his hand away and pushed him back forcefully.

„But it was all for nothing! The academy was already destroyed.

I let her suffer without reason!"

He screamed and slammed his fist into the wall.

Carth quickly recovered from the push and tried once again to calm his friend down.

„If you really think so, then what can you do about it?

Nothing! All you can do is do better for her in the future and help us all to get safe and sound from this ship.

Because believe me, the Leviathan is not a place we like to stay on any longer."

Derek shook his head, he wasn't ready to let go of his anger just now.

„Piss of Carth! I don't need you to lecture me."

Carth felt his temper rise as well.

„I think you do, buddy! You really do. You think throwing a tantrum is gonna help any?

What if she get's captured again because you choose to kill as many Sith as possible, instead of doing your job?"

Without thinking Derek began to walk up to his friend, his hands tightening into fists.

„And now what? You're going to kick my ass, because I'm telling you something you don't like?

Derek, come on! Snap out of it. This isn't like you.

Look around you. Look at this. Even when you are mad, you're never unfair or brutal.

You never let anger take control of you.

And now you're ready to attack a friend? Just because I tell you something, you don't want to hear."

The Jedi was stopped dead in his tracks.

He didn't want to hear it, but Carth was right nonetheless.

He just didn't want to let go of his rage, because then he wouldn't have to think of his guilt.

Closing his eyes, he began to recite the Jedi Codex

XXX

„There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force."

XXX

Breathing in and out deeply, he finally managed to let his anger dissolve.

„Sorry Carth… And thanks! I think, I really needed that kind of pep talk."

„S'no problem, Derek. That what friends are for. But you were cutting it awfully close with cooling down, you know?"

Derek grinned foolishly and blushed a bit, his hand stroking over the short hair on the back of his head and over his neck.

„Okay… It won't happen again… Come on, we need to collect Bastila and hurry on up to the bridge."

On board the Ebon Hawk, hyperspace, directly after the escape from the Leviathan

„I don't believe it. The nerve of this guy. Bastila is in Malak's hands and he starts a frakkin' court case about my identity."

He paced back and forth through the engine room, waving his hands around madly.

He knew he was throwing a fit, but he felt just like doing this. This time he wasn't frustrated, this time he really was mad with rage.

„So! Okay, I was Darth Revan, but I'm not anymore! I've never given him any reason to doubt me. I've sacrificed so much for this mission and now I may have lost the woman I love."

Oh. That wasn't a good idea. Thinking about her, brought back the pain.

He fell to his knees and slumped down.

Her name rang around and around in his head.

„Bastila!"

„Bastila."

He repeated it again and again.

Quieter each time, until he only mouthed her name silently.

He buried his face in his hands picturing her countenance before his inner eye.

Her beautiful blue-grey eyes, her cute little nose. These lips, which had tasted so sweet on his.

Her silken, brown hair. The delicate cut of her jawbone. The perfectly shaped ears.

He painfully remembered each beloved detail about her.

Each treasured memory.

The Tatooine sun on her face, a glimpse of her slim body covered in sweat in the humility of Kashyyk's Shadow lands, he'd caught one evening.

The way she laughed, always as if she wasn't sure she was allowed to.

Her eyes meeting his.

Her smooth voice, that could sound so arrogant, but so warm as well.

The way she pronounced each word precisely.

All these little things that formed his picture of her. All that he loved.

If only he could save her, before Malak could hurt her.

If only…

He let out a long, painful sigh.

And was interrupted by the sound of the engine room's door sliding open.

He raised his head wearily, even the small movement felt like an effort.

„Mission, hi."

The young Twi-lek's watched him concerned.

„Derek, you look like crap."

He laughed without joy.

„Thank you for the compliment. Be assured, I not only look like, but feel like and am - crap."

„Bantha poodoo! You are just sad. Nothing more."
He shook his head.

„No, believe me, Mission. It's all my fault. It must be. I turned her life into chaos. I hunted her with my unwanted affection.

It was like a sport to me, to make her doubt her beliefs and turn her mind into turmoil."

Mission walked to him and knelt beside him, catching her friend in a hug.

„Please, don't do that, Derek. It's not helping her and you just hurt yourself. Here in this same place, on our way from Tatooine, you told me you would deny your own feelings for her sake. You were ready to quit on your love, to spare her further hurt."

He shook his head again, she didn't get it.

For all her intelligence and the sibling like love they felt for each other… She couldn't understand, had no experience in these matters.

„You don't understand. The damage had been done already, why else would she face Malak for my sake."

The girl began to ruffle his short hair, trying to comfort the man she looked up to and loved like an elder brother.

„Because she loves you, dummy. But that is neither your fault nor hers.

Besides she knew you are the only hope we have to stop the Sith Conquest."

Again he laughed bitterly.

„Some hope I am. Couldn't even protect her.

I was the one who started the whole thing, remember? I am Revan!"

Mission let go of him and angry about his self pity and self loathing, she slapped him hard across his cheek.

He looked at her utterly astonished. His hand going to his cheek, to check if it had really happened.

She looked at her hand, as if she herself couldn't believe she'd just done that.

Derek laughed once more. Really laughing this time.

He shook his head again, this time to clear it-

„Thanks Mission! This was well deserved. Nothing better to set one's head straight sometimes than a shock. "

He stood up and went to sit on his usual place on the transponder bank.

Mission joined him a few moments later.

„Move it, big guy! I want to sit here as well."

He shuffled to the side.

„Heh! This should have been more than enough room for you. Is your blue behind getting bigger?"

An elbow to his rips was all the answer he got.

When she'd settled next to him, he hugged her with his right arm.

„Thanks again, kiddo. You know I love them all, even Carth and Jolee and Canderou… well, maybe not Canderous, but I respect him, really.

But still, it seems that you, Zaalbar and M3-T4 are the ones I can talk with, when I have problems.

Zaalbar and T3 don't do much but listen and you always manage to cheer me up."

„So?"

„I just wanted to thank you, it may be strange, that I choose you to confide in, but you know how close we are and you at least always have my back"

The girl snuggled herself in his arm.

„I'm glad, you feel this way. You know Big Z and I like you a lot, too."

Derek nodded, and wondered how the former Sith-Lord was best friends with a teenage Twi-lek thief and a giant Wookie now.

But there was something else he wanted to talk about with her.

"Mission, I was wondering, when this is all over, assuming we survive of course.

We won't all be together forever. I guess Canderous will return to the Mandalorians.

Carth will get his son and will probably become captain of his own ship soon.

Juhani will be needed to restore the order, provided she accepts he fact, that she already is a knight.

And you know that Zaalbar will eventually have to return to his tribe. He's their chieftain after all.

You might want to go with him, but if you don't want to…

I mean I don't know where the force or the order might lead me, but you're welcome to stay with me and the droids on the Ebon Hawk."

Mission was quiet for a while, then she wrapped her arms around him and he realized she was crying.

„I-I'm sorry, Mission! I'm sure Zaalbar will be more than happy, if you come with him. I-I just thought Kashyyk might be boring for you, after a while."

„No-no it's not that. I'm j-just hap-p-py that you want me around. I… why would you…"

He gently caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears with a handkerchief, before he passed it to her, so she could sneeze.

„Of course I'd like you to stay with me. You are part of my family.

You know, I always wanted a little sister?"

Mission sneezed loudly and hit him again with an elbow to his ribs.

„Ow! What are you doing this for?"

„Because you are mean, to be so nice me. Stang! Now I'm bawling like a baby."

„Sorry, pateesa!"

After a while she calmed down and grinned at him.

„It's settled then. When we've seen Zaalbar off to his tribe, you, me and Bastila stick together."

Derek smiled back at her. She seemed certain, that they'd be able to safe Bastila and her optimism was catching on.

„Sure, Mission! You, me and Bastila and the droids, making the galaxy safer for the common people."

A.N: Okay, I guess Derek's actions on board the Leviathan might've given him a few dark side points.

But to be honest, that's exactly how I reacted to the whole torture scene and that it in fact didn't matter, because the academy was already destroyed.

I tend to get quite involved in the games, so I thought I'd keep this in my story.

SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE! PLEASE REVIEW! EVEN IF IT'S ONLY ONE OR TWO SENTENCES. REVIEWS ARE THE THING THAT THAT KEEP US WRITING!