Disclaimer: I still don't own Star Wars so don't sue me. Nor do I own the song lyrics from Alkaline Trio. I know this is kind of all mushy, but it is a romance novel. There is going to be a major outbreak of war soon, but I don't know how well that will be written in a war perspective. It may take me a while. So if you like mush this is the novel for you. Sorry It's taking so long to get these chapters out, I'm a busy person.

So go plug in your electric blanket

We can stay in 'till our southern summer wedding day

Go plug in your electric blanket

We can stay here

Alkaline Trio, Every Thug Needs A Lady

Dantooine, plains

After Revan had run off with Bastila, Caleb decided to take a walk through Dantooine's plains. Brianna, wanting some time alone with him before they had to go to war, decided to go with him. Neither of them could ignore the strange vibes the force was giving off from back at the enclave, so the farther away the better. So on they walked on deeper into the Dantooine plains. In the distance, gray storm clouds were gathering, again. They at least had a few hours before it began. They walked through the knee-deep grasses hoping not to find any kinrath or kath hounds. Although, since taking out the kinrath nest in the crystal cave, they hadn't been as much a problem for Dantooine. Finally they stopped at the top of a hill that overlooked the enclave and the plains. "Remind me again why we didn't take the speeder?" she asked him, exhausted from their half-day walk to the top of the hill. She leaned against a tree and hung her head. Caleb walked over and hugged her from behind.

"Because we didn't think to take one," he replied. She moved to lean against him as a cool breeze began to blow. She began to sit down, taking him with her and they sat in a comfortable silence as the day went on. After a few hours she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Caleb began to think about their future together. He hadn't told her what he saw in his dreams many months ago, dreams of a small boy with white hair and blue eyes. Part of him didn't want to tell her for fear of scaring her, but the other half wanted to, if this were true it would change their lives indefinitely in the future. But was it the near future? Or was it farther away? And then there was war. With battles so near how could they raise a child through that? Would they even survive the war? He didn't want to fight anymore; he had enough of that during the Mandalorian Wars. But he had to, for the Republic's sake, for the Jedi's sake, and for her sake. If the Sith where to win this there would be no more Republic, Jedi, or a place for any of them. They would be hunted down and slaughtered like animals, the Sith had made that clear already. No, they had to fight for their lives, for their future, for everyone's futures. For now they at least had some time together, maybe the rest of their lives to figure it all out. Why waste today worrying about tomorrow? But what was tomorrow without her?

"Why do you ask so many questions?" a voice inside his head asked. He felt a warm hand go up his chest and rest on his shoulder. Caleb looked down and saw Brianna's blue eyes staring lovingly back. "Always focusing on the negative," she said, kissing his jaw. Caleb sighed and hugged her.

"How much did you hear?"

"Tell me about these visions of our son," she said simply after a few moments of silence. He almost felt ashamed for keeping that from her for so long, that she had to find out from his random thoughts.

"The first time I saw you, I had a vision of a young boy with white hair and blue eyes. I never put together the pieces until much later; I just thought the force was showing me something strange, I never even imagined you and me together until much later. But the more I grew to love you, the more I thought about what I had seen. Then I had the same vision again, and I noticed that that little boy had my face, your eyes, and your hair. I realized that that child was our son, I was scared and didn't want to tell you because I thought you would be frightened or angry. I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I mean it is your kid, who else would have white hair and blue eyes other than Atris, but she's so damn old. And that relationship wouldn't last long enough to spawn." She had to laugh at that.

"It's okay, why would I be angry? Well maybe if a guy I had just meet told me I was the mother of his future child then I'd be slightly perturbed and maybe not talk to him again, I see your point. As for Atris, no one would even want to spawn with her and the child would have to look demonic if it was hers. I think the only reason she has white hair is because she is old. I know she is not Echani, even though she pretends to be." She moved her hand to his cheek, "You don't have to hide things from me, your doubts, your fears, I can sense them already. They eat at you all the time. Don't do this to yourself," she said as she took his hands in hers. "Don't do this to our love." The look in her eyes was so intense that he could see straight through to her soul. It broke him. Soon he found himself bitterly weeping in her arms. "Shhh," she soothed, "it's going to be alright." She gently held him to her and rocked him back and forth, closing her eyes and letting the force surround her. She took in his pain, his suffering, and in turn offered him love and comfort. It was the least she could do for him after he had stayed up with her all those nights when she needed him the most.

Finally he calmed down and no sound was left but the gentle breeze blowing and rustling the leaves on the tree near by. "I don't want to pretend anymore," he whispered, breaking the silence.

"You don't have to," she said softly into his ear. "I know you've had enough wars to last a lifetime, and I know you don't want to fight. I also know you want to appear strong for me, you don't have to. I can see right through you. You just have to trust in the force and our love to take us through this." She hugged him closer. "I won't lie to you either, I'm scared of this, everyone is."

"Why does it always have to be us? First we had to stop Treya, then we had to find Revan after he had to try and stop the Sith, now we have to stop them again. And after that I'm sure someone else will try to kill us so we'll have to stop them too." Caleb stood up and faced the setting sun, "It's too much for one person to take! You can only do so much killing before you start to lose it or go to the dark side!" The shadows cast on his face gave him the appearance of someone far gone down the path of darkness. For a moment she could see the hatred in his eyes. Then as soon as it came on it was gone and he braced himself against the tall tree facing the sunset. Brianna stood up and stood beside him. "I'm sorry Bria," he whispered.

"There is no need to apologize."

"I'm sure you're tired of hearing me rant about the inevitable. I should just suck it up and face my destiny like a man."

"There is no shame in what you fear," she said quietly placing her hand on his arm. "When my mother died, my father became a senator, thinking he could run away from all the pain that fighting brought him. His destiny was to face Revan and he knew it. He knew that he would die when he did too." She was beginning to get worked up as she took a few steps away from Caleb. "When he found that Revan was plotting against the Republic, he sought out Revan. Revan was blinded by the dark side and would not listen to him. My father could have walked away you know, Revan told him to leave him. I don't blame Revan for the death of my father I blame my father himself. He could have left, but he didn't, instead he drew his staff, this staff," she said with a single tear running down her cheek as she withdrew her quarterstaff. "If Revan was blinded by the dark side then Yusanis himself was blinded by arrogance. He could not beat Revan and he knew it! I still think he could have helped the Republic more if he had just left, dying served him no purpose other than being with my mother again. Sometimes I wonder if that's why he did it in the first place." She slumped down and began to laugh slightly through the tears that were forming in her eyes. Caleb watched and listened as she told him everything on her mind. Still laughing she said, "If he hadn't worried so much about the future, about his damned destiny, he would still be here!" Getting up, she took out the staff and impaled the tree with it. Caleb stood dumbstruck and in respect as she shouted in to the beyond, "You hear that Daddy? Never again will your staff be used to kill after this war!" The birds flew away and the wind stopped. "Never again except for it's last purpose, to destroy the darkness that plagued the galaxy! I can't fulfill your destiny, but I can make my own with your help. And now that the whole planet thinks me crazy, I swear a new oath, one not to another person but to myself. I swear that before my dying breath I will live the life you could have had. I won't throw it away for a fight I know I cannot win. I swear I will destroy the darkness that destroyed you. I will destroy it with your own weapon." She then turned to Caleb, breathing quickened and face flushed. "I am the last of a dying people, but I am not afraid to die. But I fear for you, I know what leaving you behind would do to you. I would feel the same if you were to leave me. And now you know why I work so hard not to be the last of the handmaidens, I must avenge my father! But I cannot let the darkness consume me." Caleb nodded putting his hand on her shoulder as she lowered her head. "But I can't do it alone," she whispered.

"I won't abandon you," he said softly.

"Then I won't abandon you," she said kissing his lips softly. Their pain forgotten, they kissed as the sun made its final descent into the night sky. His arms wrapped around her and her arms around his neck.

"Tomorrow," he said as they broke away slowly. "Tomorrow lets find someone early to marry us."

"I don't want to wait any longer either," she said, rubbing her hand across his shoulder.

"Just you and me?" he said softly into her hair.

"Just you and me," she repeated in a whisper.

Caleb smiled and said, "We don't have to umm, go at it quite as long as those two are back at the enclave."

"I don't think we'd have enough time anyways, the Chancellor's party is tomorrow."

"I hate those parties, they always involve dancing. I can't dance."

"I had to go to a few with my father when he was a senator, you can do what he did and find new and exciting ways to annoy the rich people." They both laughed and Caleb held her tighter to him as the air began to cool. "Besides, I'm sure you'll be so drunk that you won't remember that you can't dance."

"I will not be, then who would keep you company?"

"I'm sure I can find some nice, boring, old man to keep me company."

"Not while I'm in the picture," he said possessively. She laughed and kissed his cheek.

"I love you," she whispered as she took comfort in his warm embrace. His arms around her, his warmth filling her, she felt safe and loved. This is where she belonged.

"I know," he whispered back. "Let's head back, I think I know a short cut that will take us back before midnight. "

"Why didn't we take it before?" she asked lifting her head, remembering the half day hike to get there.

"Because we didn't think of it," he repeated. She leaned into him and sighed. Caleb laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Let's just go home," he whispered.

Jedi Enclave

Bastila awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of the wind howling outside. Revan's head was resting on her naked chest and he was holding onto her tightly. Her body still burned from the heat of their passions that had taken up the majority of the night. She sighed in remembrance of their first real night together as one. The storm came closer to the enclave and the wind picked up even more. It was near the end of Dantooine's rainy season and soon winter would be there. But even sooner they would have to leave the safety of Dantooine to fight a war for a Republic that didn't care anymore. Bastila pushed those thoughts out of her mind as she felt Revan stir beside her. "Can't you sleep?" he asked her groggily.

"I was, the wind woke me," she said quietly.

"Oh," he said, moving closer to her warm body. He moaned slightly as a loud rumbling filled the silence. Bastila simply placed her arms around him and held him tighter. His presence soothed her, she felt relaxed and warm.

"I wish we could just lie here forever," she whispered.

"If we did," he said with a sad smile, tilting his head up so he could see her face, "nothing would ever get done."

"I know," she sighed and shut her eyes, trying to hold onto the moment for just a little longer. Revan's warmth and love were intoxicating.

The Next Morning at Sunrise

The cool morning breeze gently ruffled through their hair as they stood across from each other on top of the hill overlooking the enclave. Hand in hand they repeated the simple words that would tie them to each other for a lifetime. The air smelt heavily of the dying roses that grew wild on the rocks below them and the color of the sunrise gave the surrounding area a red and pink tint. The lingering feeling of his kiss on her lips that made their vows final, the feel of her warm skin against his set both their souls on fire, and the promise of a new start shone brightly as the rising sun on the horizon.

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