Warnings: Eventually m/m between mc and Kavar. Time travel, PTSD, cutting, suicidal thoughts.

Lambert's POV

Staggering back he was barely able to keep his feet. A familiar Dark side presence encased him and the Jedi Masters. It took the breath away from him. Even having spent nearly a year with Kreia he still wasnt used to her presence. Not in this way. To make matters worse his injuries had not fully healed. The Dark Side pressed angrily upon them. Simply withholding a pained grunt of whimper was sapping at the last of his strength.

Her anger over the Council's decision was palpable. Kavar had been trying to convince the other members of the Council to rethink their decision. His presence within the Force was calming to Lukas. It tried and failed to encase him to get him away from Kreia's influence.

Kreia said as cold as the dark side of the Force around them, "You seek to injure him. Return him back to the way he was before our paths cross. Instead of trying to understand what caused him to be like this. Even you Kavar. You sought to be a friend and an ally to Lambert."

Kavar tried to deny the truth of if rang out in the Force, "I seek to help, Lukas. As I have always tried to help him. It is your influence that is trying to lead him down the path of the Dark Side."

Kreia snarled, "You lie. You seek to weaken him. To destroy the pathways of the Force that have slowly rebuilt within him."

Lukas tried to speak but the Force kept his words within his throat. He could do nothing but watch as the Masters were cut off from the Force. In Kreia's eyes they deserved the punishment they tried to put on him.

He felt the Force react to his emotions. Kreia tried to use her Force presence to stop his. Light and Dark clashed angrily in turn exploding. This knocked both Lukas and Kreia unconcious.

Lukas's return to consciousness came with a hand on his shoulder. His ears rang so that he couldnt hear the words being spoken. What he could however do was feel the presence in the Force.

Fear clutched at his heart and caused him to push himself up just jump away. No way. It wasnt possible for him to be here.

Looking up he saw the familiar green eyes of Revan. How? How was he here? Revan had disappeared after the Jedi Civil War.

It took a several long seconds for him to realize key points. Revan didnt have the line across his face from the Mandalorian Wars. In fact he looked decades younger than the last time they had met.

The next thing he noticed was how the courtyard wasnt destroyed. There no mistaking the courtyard as he had spent 7 years roaming around in. It looked like it did before he went off to the war.

Glancing around he could vaguely familiar faces. Both those had stayed and gone to war were all staring at him. It was mostly padawans that were in the courtyard. A few Knights stood off to the side watching in faint amusement. It was like he was thrown over a decade into the past. This peaceful atmosphere had been destroyed by two wars.

This had to be a trick. There was no way he was actually seeing this. Patting himself down he winced when his hands grazed the wound on his right bicep. Lightsaber wound there. Two vibroblade cuts to his thighs.

He was still in his armor from when he went to face the Council. The cuts and tears were still there hut it didnt fit like it should. It was as if he was in a younger body with the same injuries and clothes he had been wearing. It wouldnt surprise him if the scars were still there either.

Most likely he was in some kind of Force Vision created by Kreia. She was trying to keep him out of the way so she could continue with her plans.

Revan was still speaking most likely trying to soothe him but he wasnt listening. This wasnt Revan, his or otherwise. That Revan has long since been missing. No one had seen him in many years. A skilled illusion but not a believable one.

Taking several deep breaths he centered himself. Getting worked up would not help him in breaking this illusion. When he took his lightsaber from his belt a flash of distaste went through him. It was his old lightsaber or at least illusioned as it. What once fit him well now felt awkward in his hand.

The simple action of unhooking his lightsaber made the amusement leave their eyes. Now they were watching him more warily. Waiting to see what he would do. For now he wouldnt make a move to ignite it. They werent attacking him but he had to get out of here. Get out and find a way to break the illusion.

He could see the false Revan still trying to talk to him. The pounding of his heart in his ears did not allow him to hear the false words. Ensuring he didnt get backed into a corner he kept an eye on them. Now some of the padawans and apprentices were noticing his injuries.

One pulled out their comlink but Lukas's attention was drawn to Revan. A cold sliver of fear ran through him as he recognized an approaching figure. Malak. What in the hell? He had been dead since the Jedi Civil War. Revan himself had killed the bastard.

Every part of him screamed to kill Malak but he couldn't. This was just an illusion killing him would do nothing more than satisfy his blood lust.

Lukas felt a familiar but impossible presence within the Force wrap around him. He felt as the person it belonged to try to grab his shoulder. Using the Force he skillfully jumped away. Turning to face the new threat he hardened his heart for battle.

His heart stops at the sight of Kavar standing there. The man's hand was outstretched reaching for the shoulder that was no longer there. This wasnt possible yet he couldnt deny that the Force was ringing true. Being able to feel Kavar's presence meant that he was standing before the man who should be dead. He saw the man dead before he attack Kreia.

Kavar's face like Revan's was less lined but he looked exhausted. Whatever date it was must be soon after he arrived on Dantooine. Lukas remembered it would take him at least a week to recover when he did return.

Finally the pounding in his ears was beginning to fade. Revan was still trying to talk to him but now Lukas's attention was solely focused on the Jedi Master.

In his inattention to the rest of the world his lightsaber was Force Pulled from his grasp. Snarling he turned to face the person who dared. Cold blue eyes met his dark blue eyes. Damn it. That was Vrook Lamar. His death was not one Lukas regretted. They had never seen eye to eye on anything. Not since Shioon had died for him.

Kavar said softly, "Lukas it me, Master Kavar. Focus on me."

Lukas's eyes turned back to the master who had taken several steps towards him. For his part the battle hardened warrior in a boy's body went straight into a combat stance.

This couldnt be real. It had to be an illusion. Denial wasnt doing him any good as he could feel the Force. The Force didnt lie like the creatures of the universe did. It always spoke the truth even if people like him couldnt always perceive its meaning.

Lukas bared his teeth as Kavar moved too close. A sigh escaped the Master and his whole body loosened. It was the only warning he got before Kavar lunged.

Lukas was barely able to jump back to avoid a grappling match. His movements were awkward and uncoordinated with the unfamiliar form. Still he was able to block several strike and attempts to bring him down to the ground.

Kavar didnt seem intent on hurting him. In fact he seemed to be doing everything within his power to not hurt Lukas. That wouldnt get him anywhere. The boy had no such qualms.

Kavar hissed as Lukas's foot connected with his knee. It was swiftly followed by a punch to the other's jaw before the boy backed off. He couldn't allow himself to stay too close for too long. That would end in disaster.

It didnt take long however for just that to happen. As he went to strike at Kavar again in an attempt to get away the man grabbed his arm. It happened in a matter of second. Kavar yanked on his arm throwing him off balance before kicking his knee out from under him. Before Lukas could recover their was an arm around his throat cutting off his air supply.

In a panic he tried to push back against Kavar but he couldnt get any leverage. The man kept firm pressure there keeping him in the chokehold. Eventually his struggles slowed as the world went black. A voice in his mind pressed him to Sleep.