Part 6.

Ebon Hawk.

Mission sat at the main holotable, the news playing over the screen was one of attack and counter attack. The Sith, it seemed, had wised up to the fact that Malak was dead, and had begun to try and carve little pieces of the empire he and Revan had forged, for themselves.

She sighed and popped another of the candies she'd purchased while walking back to the enclave into her mouth. Chewing, she watched the screen show her friends and herself, looking particularly cool and dashing in her Mandalorian armour, waving at a vast crowd. Her eyes flicked to the one person who looked uneasy, Bastila and she shook her head. She didn't like her that much, but she was a friend in a way. To see her after the Star Forge, it was kinda obvious that Bastila had been struggling to cope, why hadn't she seen it?

"Because ya didn't want to." She thought slowly, with brutal honesty. "It felt good to see little Miss high and mighty knocked down a peg."

She shook herself slightly, it wasn't in her nature to dislike anyone, and the thought was cruel. Bastila had been struggling with things that she would never understand hoped she would never feel.

"I should cut her some frelling slack!" She thought slowly. "When she gets back that is, cause this aint how I wanna feel every time I see her."

With a sigh, Mission turned her attention to the holoviewer once more and began to flick randomly through the various galactic database channels, looking for something good. Finally she set on watching the Coruscant Swoop races, despite them being far less exciting as the Taris races. She sighed in memory, her and BigZ standing in the crowd, cheering the Beck's rider to victory. The smell of ozone as the swoops had hurtled past her, especially when BigZ had placed her tiny frame on his shoulders so she could get a better look. Yeah, sometimes Taris hadn't been as bad as all that. She missed the filthy planet more than she cared to admit, despite having had her eyes opened to how awful it had been. To her, it had been and always would be, home.

"BigZ..." She murmured with a smile. She wondered what her old friend was doing now on Kashyyk. She missed the big old walking rug, missed him terribly. Still, at least being the chief of his clan would keep him out of trouble, she hoped.

A sudden commotion at the Hawk's entrance hatch made her look up from her reverie in shock. Revan's voice echoed around the corridor, his footsteps clanking on the metal. She grinned. They could hit the Cantina, and then they could watch some of the late night vids that always came on. She slid to her feet with excitement.

"That was cheating, I refuse to let you lord it over me." Revan's voice was laughing, amused for the first time in ages and Mission grinned. "What kind of realistic distraction did you think that would be?"

"I won fair and square, Revan," Mission's eyes widened at the familiar lilting upper class tones. "I don't see what you're complaining about."

"Kissing me while locked in a clash is not something that I can see happening very often." Revan's body appeared, backing into the Hawk's crew lounge. "Especially against the Sith."

"Spoilsport." Bastila's body slid slowly around the corner and she stopped at the sight of Mission. Bastila's face stiffened slightly, and Mission felt her own back become a lot more ridgid.

"Mission, it's good to see you again." Bastila said softly, a smile, almost passing for real, flickering on her face. "I see that you managed to stay in one piece."

"Yeah, and OI kept Revan the same way too." Mission sighed as her conscience prodded her. She was beginning to wish she wasn't so soft hearted. "Look, it's good ta see ya, and even better that with you here, Revan can stop sulking so much."

"I don't sulk!" Revan muttered and Bastila grinned. "I don't!"

"Tell that to someone who hasn't had you moaning for the last thirty or so minutes about the unfair advantages I had during the duel. Hence me winning ten to nine." Bastila glanced at Mission and for the first time she could remember, felt her face soften. "What do you think, Mission? Is it unfair for someone to kiss the opponent while duelling? Causing said opponent to reel back in surprise and drop his lightsabre... I won that point I think, the decider too."
Mission giggled, she couldn't help it and Revan's eyes narrowed. "Huh. I think it was cheating."

"Sorry Rev, but well..." Mission glanced at Bastila. "Basti has a point. She did win fair and square, I suppose. Duelling, you take advantage of any weapon you can use."

"Ha," Bastila smirked at him as she clipped her dual sabre to her belt. "You see? Independent judge, and Mission agrees with me."

"Oh great," Revan sighed and a faint smile crossed his lips. "It was a lovely tactic, I have to admit. It caught me totally off guard... I may just insist on another demonstration, for future reference."

Mission felt her face twist as she watched Bastila blush a deep red and grin. What was it with these two? She knew about sex, how could someone growing up on Taris not? However, when she had seen the prostitutes and Cantina rats plying their trade, there had been none of this, weird emotional stuff between them.

The other types of people she saw in the cantinas would be the rich rollers. They always had some big Lekku owning Twi'lek or a sly, slinky kind of Tarisian hanging on their arm. They were always beautiful, dressed in expensive and slinky clothing and cold, ice cold in the eyes. However, that always changed when they looked at the man or woman they were with. The men or women that took them to the clubs and bars always gave the same adoring look that Revan gave Bastila. The women always used to return the gaze in the same way that Bastila did, the icy gaze vanishing. But somehow... ah, she didn't know.

For... for Bastila and Revan it was different, there she'd said it. Every time since Bastila had fallen in love with him, even during her depression after her fall, there had been this, odd, warm sensation when the two of them were together. Now, with the two of them both as happy as Mission had seen them in a along time, she could feel the air crackle with whatever it was. She didn't understand, and it creeped her out.

"Oh, geez. Fer Taris's sake guys," She muttered, her lekku writhing in discomfort. "Get a room, please!"

Bastila smiled faintly at her, which shocked Mission. Their stormy relationship had often resulted in some snide comments and once, thanks to Mission going too far, a Force trip. This, new Bastila unsettled her almost as much as the way they kept glancing at each other.

Revan sighed and placed a gentle hand on Missions arm. "Well, look. Bastila and I were wondering about that. Umm..." He watched her young face stare at him in growing suspicion. "Well, would you mind taking the other bunk room tonight?"

"You and her want to... I mean." Mission swallowed and she blushed. She could see Bastila blushing faintly behind Revan and she sighed. "Well, sure."

"Thanks," Revan smiled at her and Bastila nodded at her in thanks. "We owe you one."

"Cool, because I want to stay up late and watch the vids." Mission tilted her head at Revan and her Lekku waved in suggestive way, even as she smiled slyly. "Now, if someone were to let me stay up that late..."

"You do anyway," Revan muttered, as Bastila shook her head slightly in exasperation. "Okay, fine. I give you my permission, to officially stay up as late as you like. Instead of sneaking in here, like you usually do, and watching them when everyone else has gone to bed."

I want to raid the synthesiser too!" She pouted. "Nothing like a chance to eat what ya like, as much as ya like."

"Okay, now that's pushing it, Mission." Revan waved a finger at her and she bristled. "Movies, fine, but not unlimited access to the synthesiser."

"Awww..." Was all she managed, inwardly groaning at how childish she sounded. "You two are so unfair to me, I swear Bastila, you're rubbing off on him."

"Perhaps," Bastila smiled faintly as Revan walked up to her and slid his arm around her waist. Mission frowned, what was it with all the touching? "Maybe that is for the best, as he is rubbing off on me."

"Not yet..." Revan whispered, all to audibly to Mission's young ears. "But when the time is right..."

"Hush," Bastila told him, fighting an urge to giggle. "That is most un-Jedi like."

"Mmm, but then I'm an unusual Jedi." Revan hugged her closer and slowly slid his lips along her neck, making Bastila hunch slightly. "With very un-Jedi like ideas. But I trust in the light to guide me... to all the right places."

"Okay, that's it." Mission backed away from her two friends in disgust. "This was too weird! "I promise, no raiding the Synthesiser, if you two will just go and do that... elsewhere!"

"Why, Mission. Whatever do you mean?" Revan asked nonchalantly, even as Bastila shook her head and sighed at his antics. "Shall we, Jedi Shan?"

Mission watched as the two of them walked quietly arm in arm, towards the rear of the ship and she shivered. Bastila had glanced back for just a second, and had shrugged in apology. That in itself was just plain weird. Love... if that was what it was, she'd never felt like that towards Zaalbar, changed things way too much. She would never understand what the attraction was for people to end up kissing and, and end up doing other things. But, Revan and Bastila had it bad, she could tell.

"Just all round, completely an totally weird!"

With a shake of her head, Mission sat back down in front of the holo table and let herself slowly become immersed in the Swoop racing.

Bastila let her duffel bag fall onto the metal floor in an untidy pile and she sighed at the familiar feeling of the room. The shape of it, the sound of the Hawk's engines in standby, the smell of oil, metal and very faint traces of sweat... she was home. This battered, tarnished, and overpowered ship had become as dear to her as the man who stood behind her.

"I never thought of this place ever becoming home to me." Her voice echoed quietly in the room and she sighed. "But, maybe it's more to do with he man who own it...."

She felt a hand gently slip onto her shoulder, warm and powerful. She felt it tug her gently and she let her muscles slack so she span round slowly. The man she loved slid to a halt in front of her, quiet, sensuous, thoughtful. He was, she thought with a shiver, everything she had once feared.

"You fear me?" Revan whispered quietly, his face hurt. She cursed; the thought had been spoken aloud in her mind. With her barriers down, Revan had sensed it. "Why?"

She reached out and slid her hand slowly up to rest on his heart. She could feel the gentle throb of it under his skin. So strong, yet fragile enough that she could break it, and yet, he could do the same to her.

"I was frightened of how you made me feel, not too long ago. So strong, powerful, with destiny pushing you along at a terrible pace. Because of our bond, because of how we were joined, it dragged me along after you, caught in the wake. That was frightening and exhausting enough. I know how gruelling it was for the others. Mission was exhausted, although she would never tell you. I had a greater problem though, one I could never share with you."

"You knew who I was, once." He spoke to her softly and she shuddered. "How you felt about me? How I made you feel? That frightened you."

"Yes, oh yes." She sighed. "Not because of who you once were, but because I was slowly, terribly slowly, falling in love with you. Can you understand? That it was the most frightening thing I have ever experienced."

"I can. You were falling in love with a monster," He whispered. "I suppose that would frighten anyone. When you, when you fell. That scared me more than any of the experiences I had been given, or really experienced. I think I know how you felt."

"Hold me..." She whispered, unable to resist him any longer. "Hold me, please."

She felt him slip his warm arms around her, trailing his fingers until they splayed evenly along her back, supporting and strong.

"You made me feel... weak." She admitted. "Emotionally weak. I could think of nothing but you, dream of you. I anted to touch you, taste you, be with you. As a Jedi, no, as a Jedi who had such little experience of emotion, it was terrifying. It felt like I was, like I was falling, scrabbling at the sides."

"Shhh," Revan murmured to her, pulling her a little closer, a little tighter. "I am so sorry you felt that way. To me, to have you fall for me was the greatest thing ever in my life. To lose you, that... that was the worst."

"Shhhh," She copied him with a faint smile. "Listen to me, please. Finally I realised that what I felt, what I needed to feel, wasn't wrong. The Jedi code I followed conflicted with my needs. So, I did what I always did when faced with problems. I locked it all away."

"You never said that to me." Revan murmured and Bastila trembled in his grip.

"Well, I tried to distance myself from you." She gazed at him fondly. "But, I should have relaised that when you want something, it's yours. The kiss," She sighed and Revan closed his eyes in remembrance. "Stolen at the back of the Hawk, that cracked me open. I.. I pushed you away, such a foolish thing to do."

"I left you alone," he told her. "That was my mistake."

"No, I needed time to think. But, then..." She shuddered in his grip, a faint version of the agony that had ripped her apart a month ago. "Then Malak came and he ripped me open even further. I was a fool, my love, I should have held onto your love. When I rejected you, it left a hole in me."

"Bast..."

"Shhhh, a hole that needed you. Do you see? My fears had become real Revan. I needed you, to be complete." She kissed him and he groaned. "When I... I fell to the darkness, I found that all I had left of me was, well it was the part in love with you. A tiny glimmer in all that dark and you found it, when no one else could. For that, I will always be yours."

"You gave me the one thing I never attained as the dark lord." Revan whispered. "Or at least, that's how I feel when I dream. When the fragments of him left in my mind surface. For all his terrible power, his empire and his women, he lacked one thing." He tilted her head back and gazed at her with such deep need in his dark eyes, that Bastila felt her legs shudder. "Love, someone who loved him and he could love back. He lost any chance of that... lost everything that made life living to replace it with power, to feed the dark in him."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth smoothly as she breathed slowly into him. She was amazing, simply amazing and she was all his. He knew it, as sure as he knew that he was once Revan.

"Have you ever thought that it was your love that kept me on the path of the light. For all the warnings, the dangers that the Jedi told me, it was my love for you that kept me whole."

She felt him touch her in the bond and his love for her trickled into her mind. She sighed, knowing without a doubt that what he said, what he felt, was as genuine as her love for him. She reached into the bond, and projected her own love deeply into his mind.

"I love you, with all my heat Revan. You are my reason to live, to exist, to fright whatever taint is left in me..."

"Bastila, you are the strongest person I know. You have kept me focused on the light, helped me tread the path, stopped me from falling into the same holes as my past life." Revan wrapped his mind around her and she fell back in a throaty moan at his feelings of desire, love and devotion. "I am yours, you are mine. We are bonded in the Force, in life and physically."

"Well, not the last one." She managed, slowly pushing away from him. "Not yet."

Revan sighed and watched as she slipped out from his grasp. He ran a hand through his hair, the feelings of desire fluttering in his stomach. She turned to him and smiled, breathing heavily. He gazed at her smooth curves, as she stood in the middle of the crew bunks, and felt his heart flutter. She was so beautiful, so powerful, so sexy.

"Stop, please." Bastila whispered her turquoise eyes unfocused, as his desire to make love to her slammed into her mind. She giggled at him and shuddered. "This is so hard to admit, but... if I hadn't made myself that promise, I'd..."

Revan's eyes widened at the images she sent him and he breathed heavily. "Bastila, this isn't easy."

"I know, I told you so." Bastila slid onto the side of her bunk and stared at him. She felt hot, itchy and every time she shifted, her stomach quivered and she felt worse. "My love, my Revan...."

"Do you know how hot you look, sitting there?" Revan asked her and he felt sweat begin to trickle down his forehead. "I'm having trouble... umm controlling my emotions, Bastila."

"Me too," she sighed and a faint grin passed over her lips. "Well, that means separate bunks tonight."

"Aww," Revan managed, his mind filled with the image of her, naked, arms open... needing him. "I did make a promise, Bastila, I know that...."

"But?" she asked him, feeling his desire coursing through the bond, images of the two of them writhing together filled her mind and she struggled to keep herself from launching off the bunk and tearing his clothes off. "Revan?"

"Well, I... I never knew it would be this hard. "Bastila, I really, really want to..."

Bastila held up a trembling hand and sighed.

"Well, I promise that when we do make love," She felt the itch slip into a heat just below her stomach. "That it will be the most memorable time I can. I want to make it perfect as possible, just as you do."

"Can I at least kiss you?" He asked her and she shuddered at the thought. She opened her mouth to utter a weak refusal, for now, but found herself staring into his eyes. Revan kneeled in front of her, gazing at her with desire, tempered by a love so strong it had brought her back. "Please?"

"I...I" she found herself wrapping her fingers in his hair, her defences crumbling under her own inner assault. "Well, just a kiss..."

She felt his lips ravage hers as the last word slipped from her. She groaned. This was so intense. She felt her resistance totally crumble, his kiss leaving a fire on her skin that slipped and slid across her entire body, making her sweat with sudden need.

"Let me..." She heard echo in her mind and she fell back on the bed. "Let me please you, thrill you..." She gasped as one of his hands slid to lie against her stomach muscles. "Let me give you all you ever need."

A moan escaped her lips, and she found that her will to resist had crumbled to nothing. She was linked with him, passion for passion, need for need, love for love. She felt her hands grip him, tug him closer and her lips slid onto his in a deep kiss.

"More, take more!" she thought, a laugh of pleasure mingling with the words. "I need you to touch me, touch my body..."

She felt Revan respond, his hands trailing up to once again rest on the zip to her tunic. Memories of how close they had got in the Jedi temple assaulted her and she moaned at her need for him.

She was amazing, Revan knew that as he touched her. He could feel her soft skin under his fingers, smooth and warm to the touch. While His heart pounded at the scent, taste and texture of her, Bastila's heart pumped smoothly, slowly, seductively.

Kissing her, Revan felt the texture of her lips, and the smooth taste of her. She was feminine, not a Jedi or a heroine, just Bastila. Always for him, she was just Bastila. He laughed slightly at her bemused expression, the flicker of laughter in her eyes as he gazed at her with desire.

He could feel her, the bond once more linking them to such an extent to be one mind, one soul. He could feel her love for him shining like a beacon, could feel her exhilaration as he touched her ever so softly. He knew her... he knew all of her at that single moment. With a shudder, her turned his attention to the one thing that separated them from each other.

Standing, Revan gazed down at her exposed and vulnerable body with such passion that Bastila felt her breath catch in her throat. This was it, she realised to her own surprise, this was the moment that they had reached on the temple. This was the moment that had been cruelly denied to them both by a single interruption. She was ready, oh so ready and willing to give herself, mind, body and soul.

"I need you," her mind whispered to him and he shuddered as the coils of her thought wound themselves around his mind. "I... I can't wait any longer. I've missed you, needed you, wanted to touch and be touched by you. I woke up at night alone, yearning to feel your arm slip around me, to hear your heart beat next to me!"

Revan stared at her for a moment and then bent down slowly. His lips slid along her neck, making her moan and he ran a trail of kisses, that to her felt like fire, along the smooth skin. Her vein pulsed gently under his lips, pulsed with each kiss he gave her.

"I will never leave you, Bastila Shan. You make my life worth every drop of pain, anguish and terror. I need you, and I always will need you. My love, my Force partner, my soul mate."

She sighed at the simple words, feeling her breath slowly thicken as his lips slid across hers once more. The warmth of his body was growing, she could feel a heat pulsing from him now, a heat that she had stoked with her needs. She knew it was her doing, for her own heat had been stoked by his desire. Arching her neck to give him even more access, Bastila groaned at the heat of her own skin.

Revan trailed his hands along the smooth tight fabric of her tunic slowly. Her robe, so concealing in a strange way, became even more taut as his fingers removed the free fabric. The curves and muscles of her body that the loose robe hid slowly slipped into focus and he traced the outline of her abdomen underneath the tan coloured fabric. Bastila gasped, and as he watched her eyes slid out of focus.

"This is almost where we got to last time..." He thought to her, and she let out a rasping snort. "Lets see how far I can get this time."

She knew she should tell him to stop, beg him to stop. She wanted it to be the perfect moment, perfect as possible. "Revan I...."

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers curled around the tiny zip at the top of her neckline. Ever so slowly, Revan began to pull the zip of her tunic down. Once more, the fabric slid softly away to reveal her muscular stomach, her beautiful curves, and her naked beauty. To him, she glowed with happiness. Her skin was warm to his touch. Tanned skin that slipped and slithered under his fingers. He could feel the muscles under it, tense and ready to respond to his every whim. She was so strong and quite, quite beautiful. Smiling, Revan leaned down and slowly kissed her once more. His hands slid down to rest on her stomach and he smiled at her.

Suddenly, he found himself tossed gently into the air, only to come to a rest inches from the metal of the recess that the bunk was built into. Revan looked about in shock. He could hear a soft grunting, and the first thing that came to mind was his love fighting with a Sith assassin. Just as he was about to put all his own skill into he Force to break the grip holding him in the air, he heard Bastila's quiet laughter and surprise gave ways to amusement.

"And you chided Mission about using the Force for petty things."

"Petty?" Her voice was warm, slightly breathless and he felt her amused desire flow into him. "This is nothing to do with pettiness. To be honest, I think the reason I've suspended you up there is incredibly important.

Revan stared at the metal with a grin. "What would that be?"

"Why, my love, haven't you guessed?" Her voice was warm, teasing and happy. "This time, I get to be the one on top!"

The grip that had held Revan in the air vanished, and he fell to land with a slight huff of expelled breath on the bunks soft mattress. Suddenly, Bastila was there, her blue eyes gazing at him with a deep intense love. He felt her reach out with the Force, a quick feather like touch to ensure he was all right, then the smile returned.

Bastila watched his eyes fix on her face, amused and aroused, and she returned the gaze equally.

"There is emotion... but there is peace, a lovers peace." Part of her whispered and she felt her self tremble as she stared at her lover. "Love, love can save you."

"It did." She whispered, her fingers twitching slightly.

Revan's eyes creased in confusion, but she smiled and raised a finger to her lips as he opened his mouth to ask a question. Ever since the Star Forge, the Council, even the mission to serve the republic fleet, Bastila had wanted one thing. Now, he lay on the bunk before her, his kisses still sizzled on her skin. It was her turn to both give and take.

Her hands slid slowly up her body, pulling a groan from Revan as he watched her hands trail across the curves, and rested lightly on the shoulder pads that held the unzipped tunic in place. Watching him, Bastila slowly slid the fabric away from her shoulders and let it descend in a cascade of tan fabric. She felt the environmental plant air, ever so slightly cold, hit her skin and her lips fell open slightly at the sensation. Her eyes fixed on Revan's and the look of sheer desire that she found staring at him from those dark eyes made her heart tremble. She was naked, save for her bra, and his eyes passed over her with a tender need, the appreciation that he felt whispered sensuously to her along the bond.

She stepped forwards and mounted the bunk, straddling Revan between her thighs, gently. Her fingers traced along his muscles and lingered at the area where she knew her lightsabre had once struck deep.

"I very nearly killed you that day, because you refused to fight, or defend..." She stared, as her fingers began to tremble for another reason than desire. "I have no right to have what I do..."

His fingers clamped over hers and she shuddered. Looking up his body, she found him staring into her eyes with a compassion that made her feel dizzy. He stared at her and his pure, truthful words yanked at her remaining guilt.

"You didn't, you turned to the light, we've both been through this before." Revan slid his other hand around her naked waist and she shivered at the feel of his skin on hers. "Tonight, I want us to feel, to have, the simple pleasure of being together. I want to touch you, kiss you and make love to you, with no guilt or pain. Just for tonight."

She nodded and her fingers rested lightly once more on his tunic. She could feel the scar, knew it was there, but the shame had gone. Instead she ran her fingers up to the hem of Revan's robe and yanked at it. Ever so slowly, loosened and she pulled harder, slowly revealing Revan's own naked body. His skin was rougher than hers was and criss-crossed with a lifetime of battle scars. She gazed at the muscles, the structure, and felt a hunger grow inside her, a hunger for him.

Her head slid down and she ran her lips across the scar that she knew she had left. She wanted to bath it, to kiss it, to heal it somehow. He was alive, under her, and in love with her totally and the sensation was incredible. She felt his fingers curl tightly into her hair, to wrap each single finger in her thick brown silk. She slid her tongue across the scar, traced it and he groaned at each gentle caress, as she had with his kisses.

"No shame," He managed to whisper and Bastila found herself kissing her way up his chest. Her hands ran alongside her head, tracing his body, muscles, him. His soft voice whispered to her. "I love you Bastila Shan."

Her head slid to rest alongside his, as her stomach and thighs felt him quiver under her, ready to make love to her. "I know, and I love you too. This is truly a perfect moment, my love. Please, I beg of you, make love to me right now."

She didn't need to ask again, the truth of her statement slamming into Revan like a speeder bike. She felt his emotions spike. Happiness, love, desire, need. She felt them all shift and transform into a huge wave of pure untarnished love that slammed into her, carried her as high as possible. Her own emotions blended and crashed against Revan in equal force and the two Jedi could only writhe in the grip of pure ecstasy from the other.

Revan pushed up, rearing against her and gripped her tightly around the waist, his head resting on her chest. "Yes, I will. This really is our perfect moment."

He pulled back to gaze at her, her own eyes mingling with his and she could feel the pounding of her heart mesmerise her as he leaned forwards to kiss her, his fingers deftly un-picking her bra. This was it... this was the time; this was the mome...

"Master Revan!" A shocked voice echoed around the tiny room and Bastila felt the moment shatter irrevocably. She shivered, as Revan's own disorientation slammed into her, and panic ripped though her body. With her defences down, she felt a wave of shame ripple through her, she was naked and someone else was in here!

Revan's hands slipped around her defensively, his own shaking an indication to her that he was a shocked as she, and he pushed her gently to move onto the bunk.

As Bastila moved backward off him, Revan slid to his feet, tugged down his under vest, and wrapped the undone Jedi robe back around him. He heard Bastila quickly tugging the bunks sheets around her chest, heard her panicked gasps and he frowned.

Turning, he sought out the yell that had shattered their perfect moment... shattered it to the point of no return. His eyes narrowed as he recognised the person standing in the doorway.

"Selyne." He growled, and his voice was tinged with anger. "Sith spit!"

"There is no emotion, only peace." His mind warned him, as if it had picked up on the starting twinges of annoyance that would lead to anger. "Be calm, composed... or at least try to be."

Selyne stood haughtily in the doorway to the Hawk's bunkroom, arms crossed and a deep look of distaste and dismay on her face. She leaned against the doorjamb and her voice whipped out like a lash.

"Master! What were you and Bastila thinking? A Jedi should not succumb to such petty, basic and emotional desires!" She forced herself off the doorjamb and strode forward. "What kind of a Jedi are you? I mean, I chose to be led by you in the Force!"

Revan felt his anger surge again, but this time he sat on it with all his conditioning. Even so, he couldn't help but feel himself shift forwards, placing his weight in an offensive body pose. Suddenly a clanking noise made them both glance towards the bunkroom door. Mission's young blue body came hurtling through the doorway, her face a mask of misery.

"Rev, that Selyne woman's here an she!" She skidded to a halt at the sight of Revan, his cloths in disarray, Selyne's haughty and disapproving expression and Bastila's frantic attempts to cover herself with the bunk sheet. "Ah hell!"

Mission glanced at Selyne with anger and walked up to Revan. He watched as a shameful expression slipped onto the young girl's face, almost descending into guilt as her eyes flicked to Bastila. "Rev, Bas... look I'm really sorry but she wouldn't listen to me and she pushed me into the food area an shut the door. I'm so, so sorry!"

"You gave me no reason to not go and see Revan!" Selyne flared, before visibly forcing herself to calm down. "There is no emotion, only peace. Only peace..."

Revan sighed and looked at her with a shake of his head.

"I told you when you joined me that I was not fit to guide you in the ways of the Force. But, you insisted. " She thinned her lips at his comment, but Revan held up a hand. "Besides, that's not the point right now. What gives you the right to barge in like this?"

Revan watched as the first sign of a blush slipped onto her face at his commanding tone. She stood there, still radiating dismay, but now it was tempered with just a tiny bit of uncertainty. Her eyes flicked to his left as Bastila, her upper half now wrapped in a makeshift toga, joined him.

Revan could feel Bastila's shame rippling through her aura and he felt annoyance this time. Annoyance on her behalf not his. Selyne had ruined something special, and he knew that Bastila still found it hard to give in to her emotions sometimes. She was scared of them, even now, and that made him cross with Selyne. He felt her hand curl suddenly into his and he shuddered.

"Revan, peace... I love you." He felt her slip into his mind and caress the anger she found there away. "I am not such an... an emotional cripple as I used to be. Jolee has taught me as much as he could. I do find it hard to release what I feel, even now, but I won't let this affect me."

"I promise, we will find our perfect moment...." He thought back.

"I came to ask you some questions." Selyne broke into their thoughts abruptly. "I didn't know that you were, well, getting physical with someone."

"That is not the point." Revan looked at his Padawan and waved a finger. "If Mission told you I was busy, you should listen. I trust her, she's been with me since the beginning of all this."

"I see," Selyne glanced at the small Twi'lek, who grinned slyly at her. "I did not realise you put so much faith in this... child."

"Child? Child!" Mission balled her fists and glared at the taller Jedi. "Man you're worse than she was! At least Basti never called me a child to my face, ya Bantha herder!"

Bastila blushed as Selyne's eyes slid to her. She felt particularly vulnerable, for some strange reason, as the eyes of Selyne held something other than just disapproval.

"Ahh yes." Selyne glanced at Bastila's makeshift toga and raised a single eyebrow. "The legendary Bastila Shan... Hero and Jedi, turned Sith, now redeemed."

Bastila flushed and Revan stepped forwards to verbally slap Selyne back, uncaring that his darker emotions were getting the better of him. Bastila's hand tightened on his, however, and he stared at her as she bowed slightly towards Selyne.

"Jedi Selyne. I see you have heard of me." Bastila smiled, slightly. "I hope most of it was good?"

"Oh yes, Jedi Shan. Many of the Padawan's, including myself, know all about you. Almost as much as we do about Master Revan." Selyne bowed slightly while her eyes never left Bastila's makeshift toga. "I see that much of what I heard was true."

"Selyne!" Revan snapped as Bastila flushed once more. "I will not have my Padawan talk like that to the woman I love!"

She turned to him, a sudden blush on her face. "Master?"

"That was rude and wrong. I don't want to have a padawan who hates my bond mate. If you wish to insult her ever again, I suggest you find a new Master to teach you."

"Master, I..." Selyne glanced at Bastila, then to Mission who frowned at her, and finally to Revan. "Master I... I apologise. I know I can be rash and impulsive. I... its something I'm trying to control, part of my nature."

Revan shook his head and crossed his arms. "You owe someone else an apology Selyne, not me."

Bastila gripped his hand tighter and shook her head. "That is unnecessary."

"No. Revan... Master Revan is right." Selyne licked her lips and then bowed deeply to Bastila. "Please forgive me, Jedi Shan. I... I suppose I should look up to you. After all, you managed to fight off the darkness, many have not."

Bastila, surprised by the young Padawan's abject apology, nodded and Selyne straightened. She turned to Revan and scuffed a toe against the metal decking.

"I... my questions can wait Master Revan. I... I need to go and mediate. If you would both excuse me?"

Revan nodded and Selyne scuttled out of the crew bunks as quickly as possible. Mission watched her leave and then turned to Revan. "What was that all about?"

"I have no idea..." He sighed and glanced at Bastila, who walked over to the bunk and sat down on it, an odd expression on her face. Revan turned to look at Mission. "Mish, could you give us some privacy?"

"Oh, sure Rev, sure." Mission walked out of the bunk room, only to have her head pop back in. "Um, did you mean what you said?"

"About?"

"Um, well me being a trusted person an all..."

Revan smiled. "Yes, I would trust you with my life, I would trust you with Bastila's life."

Mission blushed and she nodded. "Okay, I'll... I'll leave you alone now."

As her face left the bunk doorway, Revan turned back to his lover. Bastila sat with the same, neutral, expression on her face. He walked over to her and knelt down, placing a hand on her knee. "Bastila? My love?"

"So, the Padawan's of the Jedi order know all about me..." Revan watched her smile, while her eyes looked as if she wanted to cry. "I wonder what they say, really?"

"Selyne spoke out of turn." Revan muttered and he stood to sit next to her on the bunk. "But I'm sure it is the tale of how you fought off the darkside."

"Really? Do you believe that or are you trying to make me feel better?" Bastila asked him, her voice quiet and inflective. "Maybe they speak about our love and how it is forbidden by the Jedi code. Maybe they speak of how easily I fell, while Revan fought the darkness within. Maybe, just maybe, they think the council should have dismissed me..."

"So what if they do?" Revan slid a hand around her shoulders and she slipped into his lap gratefully. "I don't care what the Jedi order says. Anyway, Master Vandar knows, and he seems perfectly fine with it."

"Perhaps..." She sighed and shuddered, his skin smelled of him and the fragrant deodoriser he'd chosen to wear. "You smell good."

"Thanks," Revan stroked her hair softly and a sudden thought crossed his mind. "Bast?"

"Mmm?" She asked him, her fingers playing with the hem of his trousers, as she thought about what Selyne's words could have meant.

"Well, I was wondering...." He looked at her and sighed. "Would you like to stay with me tonight?"

"We lost our perfect moment." She muttered softly, but he could feel her thoughts drifting to what it would feel like to be next to him in bed. "I... I mean I want to but."

"Bas..." Revan pulled her up and slid the toga gently from her shoulders. "I meant just spending the night with me, together in bed."

Bastila blushed as he reached up and stroked her hair. She was so beautiful at that moment, and he wanted to just hold her, comfort her... wipe away any pain. With a smooth motion, he peeled off his robe and let it slip to the floor. Bastila watched... her breath slow, as he shrugged out of his under shirt and then unbuckled his trousers. She felt herself shudder and found that her gaze had become locked on his abdomen.

"Well?"

"I... I," She sighed and felt love trickle into her from the bond. "Yes... oh yes, Revan, I do."

"Good," He slid his hands to her belt, the only thing that stopped her own tunic from falling, and slowly began to undo the belt buckle. She found herself biting her lips as it fell to the floor with a gentle clatter of metal on metal, swiftly followed by the remains of her tunic.

"Come," Revan whispered and slid the bunks remaining blankets and sheets away from the pillow. "Come to me, Bastila, my love."

She walked gently towards him, watched as he slid into the soft sheets and gazed at her with inviting eyes. "No bad dreams tonight, for either of us."

With a shiver, Bastila slipped into the embrace of the sheets and sighed at their soft touch. She snuggled down into their embrace and let her head sink into the pillow. Revan's hand slipped around her, tightened as they felt her muscles slacken and she sighed. This was worth every thing that had happened to her. To just be with him, next to him and to feel his warmth made anything the council or Padawan's wanted to whisper, meaningless.

"Revan?" She asked him, a whisper as he dimmed the lights.

"Mmm?"

"I just want to say I... I would have let you make love to me." She felt a slight embarrassment as she admitted that to him. "It would have been a perfect moment."

"I know," Revan muttered, and he felt her mind slow and relax as his melded slightly with hers, shared his understanding and compassion. "I would have enjoyed every moment, would have remembered every touch, caress and whisper."

"I love you."

"I love you to, with all my heart." Her smile, at his remembrance of her words, warmed Revan's body and he kissed her. "Sleep, little princess, I'll keep the nightmares at bay, for both of us."

"I'll hold you to that...." She whispered, her eyes closing and her mind slowing, as sleep descended upon her.

"Sleep." Revan murmured in her mind, and he watched her quietly, felt her mind relax totally as she slipped slowly into dreams. He watched her until he was certain she was slumbering, and only then did he follow her gently.

Elsewhere, a cowled figure sat quietly watching the night sky. It turned to a small holo-comm and with a push of a button activated it. When the holo lit and another cowled figure appeared, a hint of smile was seen.

"My Master has commands for us?"

"I do," The figure whispered, its feminine voice tinged with icy laughter. "Prepare for Revan's arrival, my brothers of the Sith. It is time."

"As you command, Master."

The comm died and the cowled figure sat once more looking up at the stars, her hollow laughter filling the sky.

Continued in part 5: Shadow made reality.