Thank you all for the reviews! I didn't realise I would get such a large response for one of my first fanfic's...

Iron Duke: Thanks for the support, here's the update you asked for - lol

Dr. Evans: Thanks for pointing out what really happens, but as I've already pointed out (posted a review of my own) I'm going to pursue this story as an AU. I want to see how things could change when Revan is forced to leave rather than leaving by his own accord. Thanks for the concern though :-)

The Lady Revan: Thank you very much for the support :-) I can appreciate it may be difficult for you to stick with me because you're used to a female Revan, but I beg please do stick with me! (The story about Revan using your poem is still in first thoughts... but I WILL write it soon... promise)

Bjrn Fallqvist: Thank you for showing interest, and after this chapter I guess you will see that you were right with your assumption about Revan - lol. Hope you enjoy.

Shadows Run: Thanks a lot for the complement! I was trying to show Vrook as I saw him in the game... although he is a Jedi, he seemed a little... egocentric, so I wanted to show this by him forcing Revan to leave even though it was against Revan's wishes. Thanks and I hope you enjoy this chapter :-)

I think thats all for the thanks, so heres the 3rd chapter... hope you enjoy :-)

Disclaimer: All things Star Wars: KOTOR I & II are owned by LucasArt, Bioware Corp. & Obsidian.


3. Nightmare & Darkness

>>(The next morning)>>

Bastila stood in front of him, staring him directly in the eyes… with such compassion, such love. She let a small smile emerge from the corner of her mouth, and started to move towards him slowly. As she grew closer to him, she began moving slower still, as if walking in a pool of water… something was keeping her from moving at the pace she wanted to. She began to panic, pushing harder and harder… it seemed by sight that she was running towards him… but she was in fact moving backwards, and at pace. He screamed her name in pain… "Bastila!"

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"Bastila!" Revan shouted as he thrust his body upright from his sleeping state. Sweat seemed to be pouring from every pour in his body, and he was breathing at such a fast rate… he felt as is he had run 12 miles in his sleep.

"Just a nightmare…" he reasoned in his drowsy state, "but it felt so… real."

These nightmares were reoccurring on a nightly basis, and they were starting to cause him much stress and pain inside. In this situation the last thing he needed was recurring nightmares of losing Bastila… they were sapping up all the energy he had left within him.

Of course, the only reason these nightmares were occurring was because Revan was dwelling on thoughts including Bastila. He knew this… yet it didn't really stop him thinking of her, nor did he want it to. Of course, Revan was starting to reason that even if he wanted to stop thinking about her, he wasn't able to delete those memories. As long as he loved her, they would keep returning to him, and he would never stop loving her… never.

Revan held his head in his hands. He never did find it easy waking himself properly in the morning, but these nightmares were making it much harder indeed. He gently rubbed his eyes, and shook his head a little in an attempt to rouse himself from his drowsy state. Not satisfactory with the results of his efforts, he managed to rise to his feet and stumble over to a washbasin in the corner of his room.

After turning the cold-water faucet on, he splashed some ice-cold water into his face with his head bowed towards the basin. Raising his head, his face met the mirror that had been placed above the washbasin. Looking at it, his reflection contained within, he snarled… his lips curling upwards baring his teeth. The anger within his heart at the thought of hurtling through space, all the time furthering himself from Bastila… and then all sorts of thoughts started infiltrating his mind. Thoughts of Bastila, Carth, the life he has assumed he would live after the Star Forge… Bastila his wife, his children… he had even given them faces… but all of these happy thoughts led back to one image…

"Vrook!" Revan snarled. "Vrook…" he reiterated under his breath, trying so hard to suppress his anger at the sound of that word… but it just wouldn't work. "VROOK!" He shouted in desperation, anger and pain filling his voice… thrusting his right hand out at his image in the mirror, the mirror smashing into hundreds of pieces… his reflection becoming distorted. His breathing rate had again risen to such a degree… blood was now dripping from his right hand, and he stared vexed at his now distorted reflection. Raising his right hand to his face, he inspected the painful wounds that now existed… and proceeded to extract the shards of glass. Then, looking at both hands… compared them in size, realising the right one had swollen up a little from the blow. The corner of his mouth began to curl upwards… and his eyebrows began to fall, angling themselves towards the centre of his face. His eyes began to swirl, the excitement starting to fill him to bursting point. Looking down at the hand swollen and bleeding, he closed his eyes… concentrating all his energy upon his hand.

When he opened his eyes, his hand was fully healed… and he began to laugh inwardly. Startled, he looked back at what was left of the mirror… seeing again his distorted reflection.

"What… what am I becoming? No… this can't happen again, I won't allow it…"

He recognised that smile… even though distorted, and he well knew this feeling of anger that was within him. He remembered vividly what had happened, although the last thing he really remembered was thinking of his children, the children he had dreamed of having with Bastila. After that his mind began getting fuzzy, although he could remember striking the mirror with his hand… he couldn't really remember why. This confused him greatly, but what he did know was that whatever had happened, it had triggered the Dark Side within him to awaken momentarily… which scared him very much so.

"I need to rest… get these thoughts away from my head. Dwelling on them will only cause them to fester…" He reasoned, his Jedi mind taking back control of his body… the way he liked it. He quickly entered the cockpit and glanced at the main console. Although he was not permitted access to the console itself, he could still see on it the estimated time of arrival at the ships next destination.

DESTINATION: Veli'on - ESTIMATED TRAVEL TIME REMAINING: 3 days, 12 hours

"It seems my chosen destination is closer than I thought" Revan said aloud with a little sarcastic chuckle in his voice. "I wonder who or what I will encounter…"

Right, first of all I want to apologise for nothing really happening in this chapter, but I'm finding it hard to fill the gap inbetween now and the arrival at Veli'on. I guess my idea was to fill the gap by looking at Revan's inner torment, and how this affects his countenance, his self-control. I hope it didn't bore you or anything... but if it did let me know by review :-)

The next chapter was going to look into Revan's feelings again, but I think you might be bored of his feelings by now lol... well I know I am anyway. Perhaps a little bit of action is in store then... hmmm - lol. Thanks for your time and for reading, and again please leave your thoughts in review :-)

Til next time...