A/N another self indulgent prompt.
Warnings: m/m, Kavar/Jedi Exile, nightmares.
Prompt: " don't go. please. i... i don't want to be alone... "
Lambert's POV
Dreamscape
Madness. The explosions were all around him now, blinding, deafening, punctuated by ear-splitting screeches from the jungle that erupted with each detonation.
The jungle! Duxon! The wet, hot stench was everywhere, but they had reached it! The base camp was theirs! An explosion to his left; he could see it! High above the ground, suspended between two trees, the spikes of a bamboo cage.
The figure inside was moving. He was alive! Get to him, reach him! A cry came from his right. Breathing, coughing in the smoke, a man was limping toward the dense underbrush, a rifle in his hand.
It was him, the blond hair caught in the light, a foot broken from a parachute jump. The bastard! A piece of filth who had trained with them, studied the maps with them, flown north with them … all the time springing a trap on them!
A traitor with a comlink who told the enemy exactly where to look in that impenetrable jungle that was Duxon. It was Vanetti! Nero Vanetti.
Traitor, garbage! Get him! Don't let him reach others! Kill him! Kill Nero Vanetti! He is your enemy! Fire! He did not fall!
The head that had been blown apart was still there. Coming toward him! What was happening? Madness. Duxon…
End of dreamscape
"Come with me," said the a calm figure bent down next to him. Instead of the jungle into what he was in what remained of an elegant room. He was on the floor all of the furniture had been thrown away from from him. No doubt his abilities within the Force had thrown them across the room fueled by his fear.
That room. "I am not your enemies. Come with me."
"Get away from me!" Lambert lunged away from the other.
The presence that was familiar to another part of him wrapped itself around him. He growled low in his throat warning the figure to back off.
Where was he? Where was Revan? XIII? Was he captured by the Mandalorians? No they werent Force Sensitive much less able to reach out like that. They wouldnt try to calm him down.
In a low soothing tone the figure said, "Hey look at me, Lukas. You're not in danger here. You're not on Duxon."
"How?" He croaked out.
Then memories came flooding back. It was Kavar who was talking to him. Trying to calm him down from the nightmare.
Taking several deep breaths he opened himself up to the Force. The moment he did that Kavar sent calming reassurances across their bond. Sitting with his back to the bed he worked on his breathing exercises.
Kavar was working on reteaching Lukas the ways of the Force. He was being given a second chance by the Jedi Council. It was not something he felt he deserved. Currently they were on the planet of Onderon.
Queen Talia didnt accept him readily but she allowed him because of Kavar. From what Lukas could tell she was in love with the Master. However Kavar didnt swing that way. Something that Kavar told him, himself.
A hand found it's way to the top of his head. Fingers carded through his hair helping him calm down. It took about ten minutes for him to completely calm down to the point Kavar was comfortable enough to pull away.
Lukas latched onto his arm and said softly, "Don't go. please. I... I don't want to be alone... "
Kavar blinked in surprise. He was not used to Lukas asking for things. Even before the war he had been stubborn in never asking for anything from anyone. Then Kavar slid down onto the floor next to him.
An arm wrapped itself as the man said, "Then I will stay. As long as you need me to."