Just a quick little disclaimer before I get started…. Everything (except for my own characters) belongs to Bioware and Mr. George Lucas. This was thought up late at night after playing KOTOR and listening to a little too much Avril Lavigne/Evanescence/Hoobastank. To be fair, this is only the 2nd piece of fan fiction I've ever written so please be kind with any reviews/flames. (Pwease). : -D

Chapter 1

Revan:

There she was again.

A child's face, identical to mine yet not me.

Who was she?

I woke with a start.

My older memories have slowly started to come forward these past few weeks. I knew this girl at some point in my life and seeing her made some part of me feel . . . well . . . lost. I may talk to Bastilla about it in the morning. Maybe she can explain it to me.

After fitfully trying to go back to sleep, I give up. Every time I close my eyes, I see that kid . . .. Maybe 11 or 12 . . .. Staring back at me.

I quickly get dressed and go to the bridge. Might as well see something besides these walls.

The ship was quiet. The hum of the engines was almost calming. I stepped onto the bridge and stared out at the immense blackness in front of us.

"Trouble sleeping?"

I smiled. Just hearing Carth's voice did that to me now. I turned towards him. He stood, leaning against the doorway, watching me. As I turned back to watch the galaxy fly by, he came and stood beside me.

"Yeah . . . nothing big just a dream."

I non-chalantly waved my hand towards him. He grabbed it, surprising me. I slowly looked up into his eyes.

"Do you really think I'm going to buy that?" He grinned.

I weakly smiled, "I had kind of hoped it would."

I could lose myself in his eyes. I turned fully towards him. As I edged closer to Carth, a low laugh echoed over the bridge.

We both looked quickly at Canderous. I abruptly pulled away from Carth and turned my back towards them both.

After my face finally cooled down, and the laughter seemed to subside, I turned around.

"Canderous!!! How long have you been standing there? ! ?"

"Just long enough to see the show." I had to restrain myself from smacking the smirk off his face.

"Well, the show's over so you can leave." I could have laughed at the look Carth threw at Canderous as he spoke.

"Easy, Republic! I'm going! There's nothing interesting here now anyways . . . unless . . ."

"Get out!" I grabbed a data pad that was lying nearby and chunked it at him. It hit his chest and fell to the floor. I could feel my face burning again.

Canderous laughed, "Good throw" picked up the data pad and left.

After I was finally certain he was gone, I turned back to Carth.

"I better . . . " I rubbed the back of my neck, staring at the floor.

"Yeah . . . me too . . ." he looked at the floor.

"See you in the morning . . ." I quickly left.

Before heading to my quarters, I decided to see if Bastilla knew anything about the girl in my dream. I timidly knocked on the door. After a short silence, I decided that she must still be asleep. As I turned to leave, I was startled when the door opened.

"Revan. I heard Canderous laughing, what happened now?" She crossed her arms.

Perhaps Canderous was right calling her a princess… I had to hide the smirk that came across my face. "It was nothing, besides, that not what I'm here about."

Her face told me that she didn't believe a word of what I had said but that, thankfully, she would let it be for now.

"Is it about the dream? About the little girl?" She stepped aside, allowing me to come in before she closed the door again.

"Do you know who she is? Where I might know her from?" I leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"No, but maybe the Council can help us when we get to Coruscant. I will send them a message in the morning and inform them of this."

"Alright, thanks." I walked past her to the door.

"Get some sleep Revan, you look terrible."

"Thanks." I sarcastically replied as I left. Well, if nothing she's definitely honest . . . now.

I walked back to my quarters and dropped heavily on the bed.

As I drifted back into sleep, her face appeared again.

Who are you? Why do I feel so . . . lost when I see you?