Disclaimer: If I owned these characters and Star Wars, then Jan and Kyle would be in the movies.

A/N: I read in a Fanfic that there was a challenge about Kyle being killed, and Jan and Mara Jade are out for revenge. This is sort of based on that, except I'm not using Mara Jade, I'm using Luke. If you have read my fic Trust, then you might know that I know next to nothing about Mara Jade. I bet she is cool, but I'm using the son of the Chosen One in this fic. This chapter is angst, so ladies, if you are very emotional, grab a tissue box.

This story takes place after Jedi Outcast. In the game, Jan and Kyle kiss, but in this fic, that never happened. And Be nice, this is my first fic through 1st person. I tried to get Jan's personality down, if I sucked then forgive me.

The Pull of Darkness

Chapter 1: The Death of Kyle Katarn

I sat in the cockpit of the Raven's Claw, idly pushing a few coordinates. We were closing in on Lorrad. Kyle sat beside me, a look of thought etched on his handsome features. No doubt he was thinking about the mission. I couldn't stand the silence any longer; I had to know what he had planned.

"Remind me again what we are doing here."

Kyle gave me a smile, "We're here to pickup that spy."

"Yeah I know," I said, "but you have that look on your face saying that you have something up your sleeve."

Kyle laughed at that, "What gives you that impression?"

"I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at you."

"I doubt that," Kyle replied.

I rolled my eyes at that comment.

Kyle and I have been friends since forever it seems like. Actually, we started out as enemies, he was a Stormtrooper, and I was a Rebel pilot. Everyday, I'm thankful that he turned. I had to unweave the tangle of lies the Empire had told him. I was glad that he was here, beside me. He and I had become close friends after the first Death Star was destroyed. The space station's end was too late to save my home world of Alderaan. At least my friend was the one that got the plans for the Death Star. That was when I truly began to trust him. My friendship with him quickly became something more. I discovered that I loved him. Yeah, but there's a catch; he doesn't know.

I had planned to tell him, right before he left for Sulon, his home world, but I couldn't do it after I found out he was a Jedi. Kyle had to find the Valley of the Jedi, to avenge the death of his father, Morgan. Then there was the whole thing with the Sith guy, Jerec, and with him prodding Kyle to fall to the Dark Side of the Force.

That was when Kyle scared the heck out of me when he almost fell, and would have killed me. After that, I kind of lost my courage to tell him. Kyle overcame his loss of mind, and killed Jerec, and completing some ancient prophecy. I don't think he ever really got over the fact that he was actually going to kill me. I still haven't figured out why he didn't. He ended up giving his lightsaber to Luke saying that the Force was too dangerous. I thought that that was sweet of him to be thinking of me, but I didn't want him to throw away all of his training and abilities just for me.

Recently, another Sith showed himself; this time his name was Dessaan. This guy had the brilliant idea of faking my death in order for Kyle to want revenge. Note the fact that I was unconscious when the lizard looking man, followed Kyle to the Valley of the Jedi. Kyle went out of his way to try and avenge my false death, while I endured the wonderful art of torture by the Sith lord. I went through a heck of a lot of pain. Kyle was able to find out I was alive, and came for me. When we escaped Dessaan's ship, and landed on Yavin, Kyle was going to go help Luke and his buddies at the Jedi Academy. I should have told him then. I felt my courage within me, but when I looked into his brown eye, my tongue turned to mush, and my knees began to quiver.

So here I am now, sitting beside the man I love, and he has absolutely no clue as to the way I feel. I'll tell him...eventually. Maybe right before I die; that should give me a string of years to find courage to say those three little words.

I light began to blink, and a little noise blares.

"Were coming up on Lorrad," I tell Kyle.

He doesn't seem to be listening. Instead he has that look on his face again. I don't say anything at first; I just stare at him. Finally I gave a little grin,

"Katarn this is your brain speaking, please tell me where in the galaxy is your train of thought."

Generally Kyle would laugh at a comment like that, instead he keeps staring.

Wow he must really be thinking hard, I thought.

"Tell me what's on your mind."

"I was just thinking."

"Uh, yeah that's apparent," I replied.

"Don't you think it's odd," Kyle said, "That the spy said that something was happening here. He wasn't even dropped off on Lorrad."

"Mon Mothma said that he heard reports of heavy Imperial activity here."

"I know, but why here?" Kyle said gesturing to the planet filling the glass window in front of us, "This is just a small outpost, what would the Empire possibly be doing here?"

"It doesn't really matter though," I replied, "Our orders are to pick this guy up, so that's what we need to do."

"Your right," Kyle said letting it rest there.

My mind wouldn't let it rest though. Kyle had a point there, what could be going on here?

I landed on a landing pad on the base.

"I'll meet you back here in 1400 hours," Kyle said grabbing his lightsaber and blaster.

"Okay," I said, "Be careful."

"Since when do you worry about me?" Kyle stared back at me with his eyebrows raised.

Oh, I've only been worried since Dessaan decided to use me as a punching bag.

"Just get going," I said waving him off. Kyle gives me that big grin I love, and my heart just melts. I so badly want to go with him, but I have to stay behind.

After Kyle went to get the spy, I flew around over the base. Most people probably think I don't do much, but as a matter in fact, I do a lot. Often while Kyle is infiltrating a base, I'm outrunning Tie Fighters and trying not to get my ship blown too bits. With this little outpost, I doubt I'll see a speeder much less a Tie. I can't sit back and relax though; Kyle might need a fast pickup, or me to bail him out of something. Kyle has a nasty habit of getting in trouble. I've saved his life more times that I can remember. When it comes to Dark Jedi, I tend to find myself needing to be rescued.

I flew around for awhile, waiting for 1400 hours to roll in. I kept my comlink on, incase he needed me. I piloted the ship with my thoughts on Kyle. I was trying to figure when exactly I fell in love with him. I wasn't exactly sure when, but I did know that it wasn't going to get me anywhere with telling him how I feel. I couldn't help but think about his cocky grin and his big brown eyes. His light brown hair was often messy, but adorable. If only I could tell him. And what do you think he would say, I questioned myself. He's a Jedi for cripes sake, it's not like he loves you. If I did tell him, and if he didn't feel the same, then our friendship would be over. I knew that I couldn't take that.

I looked and saw that it was time for the pick up. Finally, I thought. I was tired of being with my thoughts. I landed on the same pad, and waited. Nobody came. Where was he, did he get tied up somewhere? I frowned; Kyle would contact me if he was in trouble. He must be on his way.

A burst of static came from my comlink, making me jump.

"Kyle, are you there?"

No answer.

"Kyle?"

"Hello," an eerie voice replied, "Delighted to make your acquaintance."

"Who the heck are you?"

"Ah, allow me to introduce myself," The voice said, "I am Lord Risson."

The blood in my veins turned icy cold. A Sith.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Oh my dear, do not worry it is not you I am after."

"Where's Kyle?" I said angrily.

"That I will not tell," he said, "but perhaps you would like to know how he is."

Another voice broke in through the static, "Jan?"

"Kyle!" I cried, "Where are you are you all right?"

"I'm fine at the moment."

"I'm coming," I said leaving my seat.

"No Jan!" Kyle called through the comlink, "Don't come!"

I didn't listen. "I'm on my way."

"No Jan it's too...." Something cut him off.

"Kyle!" I cried, anxious to here his voice again.

"Your friend is alive," Risson said, "for now. His life is ticking away right now, he hasn't much time."

I paled at the horror of those words. "Don't hurt him!"

"My dear, we don't mean to hurt him; we're here to kill him."

"No!" I yelled, running into the base.

Stormtroopers tried to block my path, but I blasted them away. Kyle was the only thing on my mind. The Sith Lord laughed at every shot of my blaster. I wasn't sure where they were, but I knew I had to find him.

"It is no use," He said.

"Where are you?"

"That is something I will never tell."

That arrogant voice was really getting on my nerves. I could here the roar of a ship's engine near by. I knew it was him.

"I'm coming!" I yelled into the comlink.

"It is too late," He said, "Kill him!"

"Jan get ou...." Kyle's cry was cut short, by the sound of a lightsaber being unleashed.

"No!"

The doors of the hanger loomed before me, and I punched the button for their opening. I saw two Stormtroopers dragging someone aboard the ship. It was unmistakable as to who it was. Following the limp body of Kyle, Lord Rison walked aboard. I stood frozen where I was. The man grinned and gave a little wave, then boarded. The ship blasted off the pad. I ran towards it, as it began its climb towards the sky. "No," I pleaded watching it go. When it left, I sank to my knees in anguish.

I bowed my head in complete shame and sadness. Something wet and sticky soaked my knees. My hands were covered with the warm liquid. Blood.

His blood.

Kyle's blood.

My love's blood.

I swooned, and placed a bloody hand to my head. Darkness was closing around me. The four walls of blackness. He was gone. Gone. I felt scared, sad, and alone. My heart drummed, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Get a grip Jan, I told myself. You can't lose it. Not here, not while Kyle has just died. I had to get off this base; I had to survive.

I left the landing pad, and made my way back to the Raven's Claw. I wasn't thinking about anything; my mind had gone completely blank.

"Hey!" a voice shouted.

A Stormtrooper held his blaster at me. I wasn't in any mood to be stopped. I kicked him hard in the chest, making him fall over backwards. His head hit the flush of his helmet, and the sickening sound of his skull cracking rang out. I felt nothing for him, nothing. Instead I continued my way to the ship.

When I saw it, I leapt aboard, and no one stopped me. I flicked the switches, and punched in coordinates. The engines roared to life, and then I left the awful base.

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