Leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, Treg stared curiously at the woman. It was an act he was quite familiar with, having carried it out numerous times over the past few days, as he tried to make sense of what had happened. How much did that act cost her? Who will she be when she wakes up?

His gaze moved to follow her arms as she wrapped them tighter around her body before he returned them back to her face. She wasn't sleeping, that was certain, but nor was she awake. Her blank stare would occasionally seem to focus on something. It was then that her features would contort, sadness, anger, fear would all cascade down her face. He knew he was searching, waiting to see if her eyes would change as they had before, but they never did and he had begun to wonder if they ever had. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, I could have be mistaken. Maybe I only imagined…

Revan suddenly sprang to her feet. A look of horror was quickly replaced with confusion. Where am I? What happened? Oh thank the force, it was just a dream! And then her eyes rested on Carth. The once powerful man that she had known was now lying in an unacceptable position on the medbay slab. She turned her head, eyes questioning everything around her as she moved steadily towards him. Standing next to him, she placed a gentle hand on his arm staring intently at his chest. Please don't let him be dead.

Not realizing she herself had stopped breathing, her air came out in a loud, relieved whoosh when she saw Carth's chest rise and fall. Exhaling again, she released all the tension that had been stiffening her body, her arm draped over him and she rested her head on his chest. Making no move to brush away the tear that was sliding down her cheek, she listened to the wonderful sound of his beating heart and the slow, rhythmic motion of his chest.

Treg waited for a few minutes before he moved towards her, gently guiding her upright. "He's alive, stable. You haven't left his side for days. I've been more worried about you."

He turned her around to face him, "You … you did something. And I'll never be able to forget it. You brought him back." Looking deep into her eyes now, "But I also saw what happened to you. What did you do?"

Her eyes drifted away, unable to look at him, but his hand grabbed her chin and forced it back, holding it there, "Did you make some exchange, give your life for his?" He stopped asking questions when she refused to answer. "You reached to the darkside, didn't you!"

"I had to Treg." Her voice was small as she spoke more to herself than to him, "I couldn't find the light. I was surrounded in darkness. It was the only way I could save him. I tried, but I couldn't… I don't understand what I did…"

His jaw tightened and his next words came out firm, commanding, but they were also laced with understanding. "Whatever it was Revan, you should not have done that."

Her sorrow, the washed out feeling she had was mingled with his words. Desperation rolled around aimlessly and she knew he was right. He understood her more than anyone ever had, more than Carth ever had and she was so grateful she had found him.

She fell into him, her voice weak, pleading, "I destroyed his life, his planet. I took away so much from him. How could I just let him be destroyed too? If it weren't for me none of this ever would have happened. I'm the reason he was here, on this ship… What choice did I have?"

Treg raised her head, his voice strong. "The choice to realize that everyone makes their own decisions. Despite what happened in the past, his own decisions led him here, now, with you, on this journey. Those were his choices. You weren't responsible for those, no matter what the outcome."

"But I was…"

His hand held her chin in a firm grip "No! You weren't." His deep eyes pierced into her, commanding her to understand.

And then, before she even realized it, she was kissing him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips resisted for only a second before they parted, allowing her entrance. Her fingers relaxed, letting strands of his hair pass through them as they slid back and forth, caressing him with her touch.

Wrapping his arms around her, they glided seductively on her back as he pulled her into him. Each let out a low, rumbling moan of pleasure as their bodies pressed against one another.

Running her tongue along the inside of his mouth, feeling every corner and crevice, she tingled with excitement when their tongues finally found one another. When her exploration was nearing completion he returned the action, sliding his tongue into her mouth, carrying out the same careful discovery she had just lavished upon him.

When they finally parted both were left breathless. Leaning his forehead to hers his voice came out husky, "Revan."

Shame and guilt washed over her as she suddenly, frantically, tried to pull away, glancing at the body next to them. "I'm sorry, I don't know …" And then she ran, wanting to run forever from all the recent events.