A/N: Well this is it. The last chapter. Probably the greatest literay text I've written. Hopefully some of you dear readers will stay tuned for my next story. Thanks for all your comments on this story, both those appraising and criticising.

Just in case any of you wonderedwho theheck the character Loganis, wellLogan is the name I gave to the future'Exile'. It seemed like an outlandish sort of name at the time.

"I'm counting on you Bastila. I'm counting on you"

Bastila woke up in a sweat. The echoes of her nightmare still resonating in her head. A white ceiling looked down at her, and she could hear the whirring of a spaceships engine. The first thought that crossed her mind was that she been captured by the Mandalorians, and Bastila struggled to get up, and found she couldn't. Her right arm and leg were in a splint and the pain was still there as she tried to move.

"You're alright Bastila. You're with the Republic" said a familiar, reassuring voice.

"Logan?"

"Hi Bastila. Feeling better?" smiled Logan. He was sitting beside her bed, with a drink in one hand and a datapad in the other which he put to one side as he talked.

"What-what are you doing here?" Bastila asked, puzzled as she was, Bastila was glad it was a Jedi rather than a Mandalorian that greeted her

"I think the question should be, what are you doing here? You walked into an ambush Revan had planned for weeks"

Bastila sat up again, rather too suddenly, causing her to winch in pain, "His here? Revan's here?"

Logan's smile faded and he leant back in his chair, "Yeah his here. He told me you were in the valley"

"He heard me..." Bastila muttered

She looked at Logan and he knew what her next question was.

"No Bastila. I'm afraid you can't see him. Were still in a War, and besides his in the command ship"

"But - "

"I'm sorry Bastila. No-one can enter the command ship without specific orders"

"But you must have auth - "

"I'm sorry Bastila"

"Did he tell you not to let me see him?"

Logan glanced at the floor and grimaced, "Yeah. He did"

There was a moment's pause, "Oh". Bastila had no idea what to say. It was like a slap in the face.

Logan stood up to leave, "I am sorry Bastila. He said it was for your own good you didn't see him. Not yet anyway. A shuttle will be here for you tomorrow, it'll take you back to Coruscant or Dantooine whichever you want"

"Thanks Logan. For saving my life as well" muttered Bastila, though her words barely a whisper

Logan gave her a faint smile and headed for the door.

"Wait, Logan" called Bastila

Logan turned round.

"Where's Hestra?"

Logan sighed, "She's in the morgue. Hestra's dead, Bastila" and he left.

Bastila sank back into her pillows, and cried. I failed her. She was counting on me...and I failed her. The only person left that understood me is dead. I'm alone. There is no-one you can really count on except yourself. Even Revan failed me. He said he would come back and see meagain. I was counting on him, and Kreia's gone too.

The one lesson Bastila had learnt that day from her Masterwas that in the end there is no-one you can really count on except yourself.

She opened her hand that clutched to the remaining piece of her lightsaber. The present Revan had given her, the day he had left. The yellow crystal glistened in her hand.

I am alone.