I changed Malak's age so chapter three would work. Chapter three will be comming out in the next couple of days, so stay tuned!

The Disclaimer I forgot to add in the first chapter (as if people would actually have believe that I owned Star Wars even without this…) ahem anyways, Star wars and Kotor are not mine. I sadly enough own nothing.

Oh yeah, everything that's happening is before the Mandalorian wars, just to let you know xP.

Sith Lord Darth Revan: Goku eh? hmm...so technically Revan would be a Vegeto huh? Or Gogeta? lol

Dark Fury: lol yep, I think the game would be cool if they actually did grow up together and be best friends…but that's just me xP

Sith Lord Darth Saboteur: Well, don't think there will be...can't think of any thing that would bring them into this...but if you have any ideas I'll be glad to listen :)

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Chapter 2

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She closed her eyes and calmed her self. She could here the footsteps…her enemy was near.
It was all going to be over soon, and she was ready for him this time. He was winning, but only by one. The score was two to three…it would be easy for her to catch up as long as she won this round. If she didn't…well, let's just say that she would never hear the end of it, not to mention the evils that he would make her endure for a whole day. She had to admit, he was doing much better then the last time they had dueled. She had actually broken a sweat this time…she had to win.

She stopped her thoughts the second she realized that something was wrong. The whole place had gone silent. Everything was quiet and not a sound was heard from within the room…it was a little too quiet for her liking…

When she heard the sound of another lightsaber ignite, she gripped her ignited lightsaber even tighter in her nervous hand. She concentrated on the footsteps that were getting closer, preparing to face to force of the blow that was sure to hit her at any moment.

But it never came.

Instead, she heard the loud BANG of something heavy hitting the floor…hard.

She groaned and opened her eyes. She looked around the room, trying to find the origin of the loud sound that had disturbed the peaceful silence that had been within the room.

When she found the cause of the disturbance she groaned inwardly, "What an idiot…By the Force I swear that he's just about as bright as a Bantha."

Lying face down in front of her was the unmistakable form of Revan, groaning and moaning; Complaining about how the resting bench shouldn't have been placed like that, the edges sticking out just enough for anyone to trip on.

"Perhaps your rather large ego and arrogant pride blinded you from it?" She mused silently to herself, wondering if that really was the case.

Anyone who had had their eyes open would have seen the edges sticking out, it was just that obvious. She was even willing to bet that Malak would have noticed, and that was certainly saying something of Revan's level of hard-headedness."

Rolling her eyes, she proceeded toward him.

"Exactly how do expect to beat me like that? She asked smugly, knowing that she had won this round no matter what he said.

"It was an accident…" He muttered in a small voice, trying to defend himself. He adverted his gaze from the padawan that was leaning over him. He could tell that she was really struggling not to burst out laughing as her face turned a light shade of red.

"That certainly would be most un-Jedi like of padawan Shan." He mocked within the safeties of his mind. Bastila would certainly give him a long lecture on howhe should show more respect towards the Jedi masters and that such thoughts were that of the dark side...
"How would simple jokes be that of the Dark Side?" He had always wondered. He came to the easy conclusion that Bastila was simply, neurotic.

He directed his gaze upward to the temple's detailed covering and proceeded to pretend to be highly interested in the same designs he had seen at least a thousand times before. He was too embarrassed to look her in the eye.

Revan didn't move from the spot where he sat, staring at the ceiling. He was too busy brooding.

"How could I not have seen that?" He mentally yelled at himself. He had been too busy scheming of a way to catch Bastila off guard yet again, ensuring his victory. Instead of paying attention to where he was going, he was playing out the vision of his soon to be success within his mind and hadn't noticed the edge of the bench that was protruding from the ground, exposed. Practically out there just waiting for him to trip on…

One minute he was rushing head on at the unsuspecting (or so he thought) padawan, as quick and as stealthily as a skilled assassin, ready to win Bastila's little challenge and to wipe the taunting smirk off her smug little face. He had been only a few feet away from her, a distance which he could easily force jump when he felt his right leg hit the edge of the Force forsaken bench. The next thing he knew he was lying face down once again on the cold hard floor for the second time in the same day…

"That kind of recklessness could get a you killed young padawan, focus on the task at hand, do not be blinded by your impudence, it will be your downfall…" He could almost hear Master Vandar scold within his mind.

He groaned. His head was slightly pounding from the impact, but also because he knew that he'd never live this down. Bastila was sure to remind him of this incident until the end of his days…He had given her even more ammunition to use against him. He felt like force pushing himself off a high cliff right now, but unfortunately Dantooine did not have any. He sighed. "Maybe I could go hug a Kath hound…" He mused, still sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Well now Revan, looks like we're even…"
That snapped him out of his brooding, just like she knew it would.

"But wha- " He started to protest, shooting up from the ground to look her in the eyes. But the glare she was giving him gave him the sense not to argue. Besides, he had lost fairly. It had been his own fault for giving his position away to the enemy, and therefore had 'died.' It wasn't fair in his mind, but to anyone who had just witnessed this embarrassing event, Bastila had won. There was no use whining about it now…

The look on Bastila's face told him that she had been determined to win this round, and what Bastila wanted, she usually got. "Guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way…"

He smiled innocently at Bastila, who in turn just gave him a confused look.

"What's he planning now?" She thought.

"Alright, lets do this." He said suddenly, his eyes springing to life as he smiled evilly. "No holding back princess Bastie, but I'm going to win, just to let you know of course."

Bastila's smile equaled Revan's own as she gripped her lightsaber tightly in both hands, and retorted at his little comment.

"Of course…" She mocked, rolling her eyes at him.

Revan smiled and nodded. "Yep, I'm going to win…"

Both padawans got into their own unique fighting stances and faced each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

The room was silent, nothing moved.

They stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity to Revan until the hiss and hum of Bastila's ignited saber broke the silence, his own igniting a split second later.

He hit hard and fast, using his strength and power as an advantage over her, however Bastila had it where it counted. Her strength in the force, skill, and quick thinking allowed her to hold her own against him. Proving to be a formidable opponent for him indeed.

"How else was she able to beat me all those times?" He mused silently. He'd never admit it, but he actually looked up to Bastila. At times he wondered how she could be so strong and collected, (thought sometimes worrying more then even an average Master would). She was a great example of a future Jedi, something that he was far from. Perhaps he needed her more then he thought…

His movements and attacks were more accurate, and better thought out then the last time they had sparred. He was right, he really wasn't holding back, and neither would she.

She rushed at him, both hands gripping her lightsaber tightly. The blade was raised above her head. He was able to jump backward and out of the way as she swung down, cutting air. The sabers were set on low intensity, therefore wouldn't cause any damage to him if she had been able to strike him, however it would have hurt like hell.

She brought her blade down at him again, but this time he was ready. His own lightsaber blocked the attack easily. He smiled. "Nice try Bast, you almost got me that time."
He brought his lightsaber up to his head. Heswung at her, as she had to him, and their fight continued on...

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His attacks though powerful, were not too clearly thought out anymore... He was getting impatient.
"Another flaw of his..." Bastila groaned inwardly.
Now it was easy for her to get the upper hand. She forced pushed him and sent him flying through the air. Assuming that she had won, she was surprised when she saw Revan do a back flip in mid-air and land gracefully on his feet, going back into his fighting stance and waited for her to make the first move. He smirked.

"How did he…" She thought, shocked at how much Revan had improved since their last sparring match. Usually, she would have beaten him in a couple of moves; She was getting tired, but she would never let him have the pleasure of knowing. She fought on, using every thing she could.

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She and Revan dueled endlessly, until both padawans were both covered and sweat and panting heavily, gasping for air.

"Getting tired Basty?" Revan asked, smirking although evidence of exhaustion was clear on his face.

Bastila smiled back and managed to pant out. "Course not Reven, I'm just getting started."

He smiled. "Good."

They continued their duel, the sounds of sabers clashing could be heard through out the Jedi enclave, slowly into sunset…

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Bastila hit the floor hard on her back, her lightsaber knocked out of her hands upon impact. She has her right knee pulled up to her chest. Revan crouched over her, holding himself up with his arms and smirked at her. She used her leg to throw Revan over her head. He flipped backwards and landed flat on his back, a small groan escaped from him. Bastila a kick-up, bringing her up to a standing position, andused the Force to call back her lightsaber. She spung around to face Revan as he got up to his feet. He hesitated for a moment beforehe swung his lightsaber at her, which she easily blocked with her own. She came up behind him, and he turned around to face her.

He tried to Force push her, but she dogged it and flew into a half-spinning in-to-out crescent kick. Revan managed to avoid it, but gets knocked off his feetas Bastilacontinued spinning downwards with a back leg sweep, sending him to the floor. She scrambled to grab her lightsaber, which had fallen out of her hands yet again and rolls towards the fallen Revan. She comes up straddling him at the waist and plunges the long, bright lightsaber (set on stun of course) at his chest, stopping just before the tip of it actually touched his padawan robes.

"Gotcha!" Bastila cried triumphantly. She had been able to finally out smart Revan after hours of endless sparring. She was the victor of their little match. She smiled evilly as she basked in her victory. "Oh the possibilities…"

"Uhh! That hurt…" He smirked, a goofy grin lit up his face, as he grimaced at the mock pain.

Bastila smiled. "Satisfied?" She stuck her toungue out at him. "I won."

Revan looked up at her, and gave her a half smile.
Slowly his grin diminished, replaced by a look of seriousness, as he realized something very important…

She was still sitting on top of him, straddling his waist.

She watched as Revan's expression became dark, clouded as he stared at her.

"What's he do-" Before she was able to finish that thought, her entire body froze when it finally dawned to her what position they were in. But what caused her to completely freeze up in both mind and body was when she saw Revan slowly leaned up towards her,the blank expression still on his face. She couldn't move, frozen on the spot by his intense gaze. She didn't know why, but her own headleaned down, involuntarily, as if something was pushing them together, until their lips were only a few centimeters apart…

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps coming towards the room snapped the two back to reality. Bastila jumped up hastily, leaving a still stunned Revan stillon the floor.

Masters Vrook and Vandar walked in.

"Good evening young padawans, I take it your training has gone well?" Master Vandar asked, looking at the exhausted padawans.

"Yes Master." Replied Revan, as he stood up and brushed himself off. "We have had quite the work out…"

"Good, Revan." Master Vrook said. "I trust you have helped my young padawan in her trainings?"

"Yes Master."

"Good," The Master smiled. "Come Bastila, it's getting late we shall continue your studies tomorrow." He looked at Revan, giving him a nod, and to Master Vandar as well before he proceeded back out the door. Revan tried to speak to Bastila,reguarding towhat had almost happened between them, but the flustered padawan simply rushed past him, keeping her head down, as she followed her Master out the door…

She avoided him for the rest of the night.

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"Revan!" exclaimed Malak, snapping the young padawan out of his thoughts.

He turned around and saw the young Jedi knight heading towards him.

"So!" Malak exclaimed, putting his arm around Revan. "Tell me, did Miss high and mighty beat you?"

Revan didn't answer. He had gone back to his thoughts as soon as he found out that it had been Malak calling him. He didn't have time for the big wookie right now; he had bigger things to think about…

What had caused him to do it? Something had drawn him to her…but he didn't know what. He sighed. These feelings were new to him, and right now he didn't want to think about them. He groaned in frustration. Right now, he needed to do anything but think about Bastila Shan…

"What?" Revan mumbled

"Who won?" Malak asked again.

"I'm…I'm not sure actually…" He avoided actually answering the question.
Before the 'accident' where he briefly lost his mind (At least that's what he was telling himself) Bastila indeed had won, four to three, but he wasn't about to let Malak know…

"Well, at least now you won't have to do every idiotic thing Bastila tells you to…"

"Hey!" He snapped, "What makes you think I lost…"

"Oh Force, your joking right Revan?" Malak asked, raising an eyebrow and practically bursted out laughing.

He glared at him. If only looks could kill...
"Did you even have a reason for coming here Malak, other then of course to annoy the Force out of me?"

"Can't coming here to visit my old friend be reason enough?" Malak asked smiling.
Revan smiled back. "Course not, but really, why did you come?"

"Master Vandar said something about starting your 'journy to knighthood'…"

"What!" Revan asked, shocked. "But…I'm still only eighteen years…that's far too young for any Knight. Look at you Malak. Your twenty-six, and you yourself have just made it to the rank of Knight…"

"Don't worry Revan." Malak reassured him. "Master Vandar believes you to be ready…"
"You will be leaving with him to Onderon first thing in the morning."

Revan couldn't believe it. He was well on his way to Knighthood…but he was leaving first thing tomorrow morning. He wouldn't get the chance to talk to Bastila about what had happened, nor would he even be able to say goodbye to her…

Revan sighed sadly. He didn't know how long this training will take him, but he promised himself that he'd come back soon. "Come on Rev, Master Vandar has requested your presence."Malak said. "Lets go, wouldn't want to keep them waiting..." He laughed.
With that, Revan and Malak walked out of his chambers and the two headed towards the council's.

"I'll just have to talk to her when I get back..." Revan sighed.
Little did he know it would be close to four years until he would finally see the face of Bastila Shan again...

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A/N: Sorry If this chapters sorta crappy… I finished this at three in the morning and plus this was my first time writing fighting scenes and stuff…so yeah; I'll come back and make changes in the future. Only about one or two chapters left for this. This took a long time because I was busy reading it and looking for mistakes(don't think I got them all xP) Man, I needa Beta -.- Well, thanks for reading, be sure to review!

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