Alright, I'm adding ExileXAtton fluff in this chapter, and I changed something in the first chapter. She doesn't say "Oh my other word" anymore; she says "By Bacca's Blade" Is that better? Ok!

Chapter Three: Atton and Exile Talk

An assortment of beeps and whizzes filled the clean air of Kreia's old meditation room as the oh-so-resourceful utility droid known as T3-M4 wheeled in speedily, shutting the door behind him.

"Hi, T!" Revan sidled up to her old friend and nudged him. "What have you been up to?"

T3's answer came in chimes and whooping sounds as his blaster popped up and down for emphasis.

"Query: Is it even possible to save the ship four times in one hour from one little engine? Is ours really that messed up?" HK sounded slightly agitated as it moved its hands and fingers impatiently.

"That's ok!" Revan smiled at her friends and patted T3 on his weapon holder. Her voice dropped dramatically and she sat on the bed, pulling her long hair out from under her. "We really need to talk. About us, about my last mission, and about what we're going to do now."

Coruscant:

Bastila Shan sat with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knees. There was a new emotion bubbling within her. One that she had felt before, but had been silenced after--

Well, after she left.

She couldn't place what the feeling was, or even what it meant, but she knew it was somehow connected with the ex-Sith Lord who used to walk with her.

Maybe, she thought, maybe she's-- no. I can't think like that. She would have already come back if it was her.

But it was the same thing: it actually felt like Willow Sana-- Revan, if others prefer it-- was actually back inside Republic Space. Bastila couldn't ignore it very easily.

But it isn't Willow. The poor girlmust still be out in Unknown Regions...

Sadness crashed into Bastila, knocking her over harshly. Tears streamed down her face unwillingly, and she couldn't pull back on the helplessness that overwhelmed her.

Well, at least it cleared up one of her thoughts: Revan had come back.

No one else could shoot an emotion that clearly to her before, and this confirmed her first feelings of the bond reopening itself.

Bastila wearily got up off of the ground, her legs termbling, and began a weak run out of the room.

"Carth!" She shouted, running over to his office, which was almost next door.

She found the man where he would always be unless he was needed: on the balcony. He would watch for incoming ships, and though he never told anyone, he was secretly waiting for Revan to return.

"What is it, Bastila?" He asked her.

"Carth, Revan has--" She stopped as a shadow loomed over them. She looked up.

She barely had time to get her lightsaber out when the Sith surrounded them.

In the pilot's area:

He leaned in his chair with his feet resting slightly off from all the buttons, as not to disturb anything. His hands were very strategically kneaded through his chocolate—almost black—hair, and his eyes were indeed closed tightly. But of all things he could be at that time, Atton Rand was definitely not asleep.

The pilot Padawan sighed heavily, pulling his hands down out of his hair and onto his face. There was no need to even act like he was watching where the ship was going—not that it was on the screen. The screen that usually held the position of their ship was blank, a black pool of darkness like the bottom of a well.

He was too preoccupied with this new predicament he had on his hands: his old master was now on his ship.

"That's how wrinkles get started, you know?" Atton jumped slightly, moving his hands off of his face and find the blonde exile staring him in the face. He lifted his feet off of the counter and carefully around the buttons that controlled the ship.

"Hey, Reese," He said dully, hunching over and resting his elbows on his knees. Reese's face dropped slightly at the dry tone Atton had.

"What's wrong, Atton?" She sat down in the copilot seat and faced him. "What's bugging you?"

"Nothing is bugging me." Atton lied, throwing up unnecessary pazaak defenses in his mind. He received a slap in the arm from his Jedi friend.

"I'm sure," She smirked. "If you don't tell me, I'll guess." Her threat was a wishful joke at best, and both of them knew it. Atton just shrugged.

"Get to guessing, then…." He began spinning in his chair, trying to hide his worried thoughts of her guessing what it was.

"Alright, let's see…" Reese laid a teasing index finger on her bottom lip, softly biting the long, dirty nail. She got a mischievous look on her face and gasped, saying, "Did one of those schuttas in the Nar Shadaa cantina come onto you?" All that did was send Atton into a fit of laughter. He covered his mouth and sealed his eyes shut.

Reese crossed her arms and pretended to pout. "That's better," She snarled playfully. "Now will you please tell me so I don't have to make both of us angry and pull it out of you?"

"You'll hate me," Atton moved his chair around to where he could look at Reese in the face; her beautiful, soft, bright face. Some of his hair fell into his eyes, stifling his vision a little.

"It's probably not as bad as you think it is," The exile shook her head. "You know, you weren't like this until Revan came on. Is that what this about?"

"You guessed that without reading my mind?" Atton raised one eyebrow.

"It called being observant. You've been distant, kind of distracted. It had to do with Revan." Reese uncrossed her arms and swatted the piece of hair back into its regular spot. "Now what is it about her?"

"I don't trust her at all." He said plainly. Reese's eyes softened.

"Because she was the leader of the Sith?" She clarified.

"I know she remembers me, I could tell when she was talking with us. She worries me; I can never tell what she's thinking…." Atton looked to the floor and sighed. "She reminds me of the Old Hag."

Reese only smiled at Atton's good guessing. It's not like he knew that his former leader had been raised by this "Old Hag".

"So, you're worried because you can't read her mind, and she remembers you from the Sith?" Reese was confused. "What's wrong with that?"

"Ugh, ok, think of it like this: she could still be angry with me for leaving, she could still be on the dark side. And I can't read her mind to see if I have any reason to worry." Atton was moving his hands back and forth, using them for exaggeration on his explanation.

Reese placed her hands on her knees and stared at them. She started, "Carth told us once, when we were at that banquet, about Revan, remember?"

Atton nodded, faintly smiling. "His stories went on a long time, but were always good."

"Hmmm, he always told a story." Reese looked up, a smile playing at the tips of her mouth. "But when he got to the climax of his story, remember what he said?"

"Willow kept getting memory after memory as each day passed. Her mind was constantly filled with the things she had done in the past. I remember every time she got a bad one, she'd cry and lock herself into the starboard quarters so no one would see her crying. She told me once that she kept blaming herself for everything: For Malak's fall, for everyone else's fall, for the Republic's weak state, and for the Jedi instability.

"Then there were other times when she would just be Willow. A laid back, beautiful Jedi that could kick anyone's butt without breaking a sweat."

"Everyone laughed after that," Atton recalled the words exactly, having them been bored into his head. He somehow felt that Revan was talking to him through Carth.

"Don't you get the feeling that Carth really likes Revan?" Reese asked, lacing her fingers together and placing them behind her head. She leaned back in her chair.

"Likes? Reese, he wakes up everyday at dawn and keeps watch over the planet's surface for the Ebon Hawk to stream in, giving him news about our missions, and Revan." Atton chuckled. The exile mused, yawning before saying her next few words.

"And then do you remember the one time we convinced Bastilla to tell a story?"

"Yup, the story when Bastilla had chosen to follow the Sith and then tried to get Revan to, too." Atton nodded. Then he began reciting a part of Bastilla's story.

"'Come on, Revan, think about it! Malak isn't as strong as you are, we can defeat him together! Then we can rule the Sith Empire together! You cannot pass this down.' I said, hoping to convince her. She just stared at me in disbelief, fighting inside herself on what to do. 'W-what? What are you talking about?' She stuttered, trying to stall for more thinking time.

"'Revan, your true calling is the dark side. You were made for it, no matter how you look at it.' I held out my hand, expecting her to take it. Instead, she recoiled, backing up next to Jolee. 'No,' she told me. 'I won't do it. I'm sticking with my friends.'"

"So, she didn't take over the world when given the chance." Reese nudged Atton on the knee, making him smirk. "Doesn't that prove that she's sticking with the light?"

"Well, alright. So she's on the light side. That still doesn't mean she has to make me paranoid by not speaking to me. It makes me think I've done something to upset her." Atton stood up and stretched out his muscles with his arms in the air.

"Though she does like to mess with some people's heads at times, I think she's trying to avoid you for your sake." Reese stood up too, playfully pulling Atton's arms down. "She just doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable, so she's trying to stay away would be my guess. Talk to her yourself."

"Hmmm, I'll have to try that, I guess." Atton wrapped his arms around Reese's waist, pulling her closer. At first she fought it, but quickly accepted it and leaned into him, placing her hands on his chest. She could feel his six-pack from under the Norris Robes he was wearing. One of her legs lifted up backwards into the air up to the knee, where it stayed hovering.

"You'd better." She purred. She was closing the space between their faces, her eyes closing the nearer she got. She heard him grunt his approval. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of his face….

When the ship jerked. Reese fell on top of Atton, who fell onto the floor.

"Oww!" He said, moving a hand to his behind. "That hurt. Are you ok?" Reese nodded and pulled herself up from the ground. She extended her hand to him. He took it wearily and stood up.

"What attacked us?" Reese turned to the screen.

"Let's see." Atton pressed a button and the blank screen turned into a window. Reese paled, gasping.

"Revan…." She said loudly, stepping backwards. She turned on her heel and began running, leaving Atton to pilot the ship. "Revan!"

"What's wrong, Reese?" Mical met her inside the main hold. She didn't stop running, but looked at him.

"Mical, get into that turret!" She turned left after the dataholder in the center of the main hold and bolted over to Kreia's old room. She pounded on the door. "Revan! Revan!"

Revan opened the door suddenly, a confused look on her face. She wiped something away from her puffy, red eyes and sniffed quickly, covering up her sudden weakness.

"What is it, General?"

"Revan, Coruscant is under attack!"

THE END!

Was that any better? I hope I went slower, I really need to work on that…. The next chapter might take a while to write, so please review to keep me going!

And the Bastila story, I know that's not right, but I couldn't remember her exact words and I wasn't going to play the whole game through all over again just to find out what she said word-for-word. So, I guessed.

And that reminds me! I need a beta-reader, I have decided. It would help me a lot in my writing skills. So if you want to beta for me, please either review and tell me, or email me! thanks guys!