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The sound of Carth's voice hovered at the edge of Revan's hearing. The only other sound came from Vaner. He had Mission engrossed in a small game.

Revan forced himself to keep his focus on the holo-map before him, Bastila, Meetra, and Zaalbar. The map displayed the inner and mid-rim systems of the Republic. Revan knew the call Carth had received was coming in from Telos. Revan had a feeling the call had to do with what they had been discussing moments before it had come in.

Each passing moment, it felt as if the tension in the room was growing. Revan looked at his wife out of the corner of his eye. Bastila hadn't taken her eyes off Meetra for more than a few heartbeats. Each time was only to glance at Revan or check to make certain Vaner was still in his corner with Mission.

Revan made a mental note to speak with Bastila that night. There was nothing between himself and Meetra other than his having trained her during the Mandalorian Wars. Or so he got the feeling of. He knew he saw her in the light of a Padawan and a friend and not a lover.

"Thank you, Commander Varnon." Carth ended the transmission. The man was smiling as he turned to them. "I have good news. The new commander of Telos Citadel Station security reported a known Jedi just arrived and he suspects the man the Jedi was with was also a Jedi."

"Did the commander give you their names?" There were two traveling together. It was risky, though Revan and Bastila had stayed together so not uncommon. Granted they had because they were married and had a kid.

"The Jedi's name is Jasper Kane and the man he was seen with is Darious," Carth reported.

The names sounded familiar. Revan tried to remember why they did, but he kept drawing a blank. He must have known them sometime during the early Civil War or during the Mandalorian Wars or even before that. He had memories of Meetra, but before he had seen her most of them had been scattered or ones which had made him want to find her to apologize over what had happened at the end of the Mandalorian Wars.

Meetra frowned. "Both of them were part of the Revanchists during the early Mandalorian Wars," she informed Carth and Bastila, not glancing at Revan. "Darious was Jasper's master. I know they left sometime after Revan became the Supreme Commander. I don't know the reasons behind it or anything like that."

"From what I heard, Darious became a master shortly before the Civil War," Bastila continued. "It was a point of contention in the Order because he had been part of the Revanchists, but both him and his former Padawan stayed with the Order during the Civil War."

Revan had known them then. It did explain why the names were familiar, but not the ache in his heart when Meetra mentioned Darious having left the Revanchists. It felt as if Darious had been more than just a member of the Revanchists.

"This means a master survived," Carth's words dripped with excitement. "I told the commander to make certain the two Jedi didn't leave Telos. We can set course for the station once all of you are ready to leave."

"I have everything, but I need to inform the others we're going to moving to your ship, Admiral Onasi." Meetra nodded to Carth before she started for the door. She paused. "Oh," – she looked at Revan and Bastila – "if you two are willing, I was hoping you could take one or two of them as Padawans to help me train them."

Bastila straightened beside Revan. "I'd be happy to help."

Revan didn't respond. He kept his eyes on the holo-map before them. It now displayed an image of Telos. The world Malak had attacked and all but rendered uninhabitable during the Jedi Civil War. This was the first time he had seen even a holo of the world. His heart grew heavy as his eyes lingered on the image of the station now wrapping around most of the world.

A voice tickled at the back of his mind, echoing up from some long-forgotten recess of his mind. The fear filled voice of a child.

"Revan!"

Revan jumped when fingers snapped before his eyes. "W-what?" he stammered. He blinked. His hand was raised fingers almost brushing the station on the hologram of Telos. He had no memory of raising his hand. Revan lowered his hand and turned to Bastila. He was greeted by her pale eyes staring up into his face.

Her brow was furled and eyes soft. She touched his face with tenderness. "What is it?" she breathed the question, her breath warm against his face. Her thumb caressed his cheek.

Revan felt something wet trickle down his cheek. He reached up and touched the cheek Bastila wasn't. A tear glittered on the tip of his finger. He was crying. He couldn't understand the heaviness in his heart or why he was crying. Revan brushed the tears away. Whatever the reason for them, it had to do with his lost memory. It wasn't something he should be concerning Bastila with.

"We should head home and get Vaner ready to leave with us." Revan glanced at the door. Meetra had left while he had been staring at the hologram. A small breath escaped him.

"Hey, Carth," – Mission stood – "do you want help getting the ship ready? Big-Z and I have very little to pack."

Revan knelt before his son. "Ready to go?"

Vaner looked up from the toy soldier he had been playing with. "Now?"

"Yes, now." Revan laughed, but the laugh felt almost hallow. "Help me pick up the toys." Revan gathered all but the toy in Vaner's hand. He placed each back in the box.

Vaner pouted. He put the soldier away. His son then pointed at Revan's shoulders.

"You want something?" Revan's voice was now. "What is it?"

"Up!"

"Just up?"

"Shoulder ride!" Vaner demanded.

"Shoulder ride, what?"

"Please?" Vaner stretched his eyes wide. "I good, right?"

Revan lifted Vaner off the ground and settled the boy behind his head on his shoulders.

"Yay!" Vaner clapped.

"Hold on." Revan placed on of his hands across Vaner's small legs. Revan straightened.

The boy cheered and gave a shout of glee when Revan turned to face Bastila.

His wife smiled. "Are you holding on?" She asked Vaner.

"Yep." Vaner's hands wrapped around Revan's head. "I got hold."

"Thank you, Carth." Revan smiled at the Admiral instead of giving a bow of his head. "We'll see you tomorrow morning."

Carth just nodded and gave a flick of his hand, showing he was already engrossed in his work.

Bastila's eyes lingered on Revan, he felt her gaze stay on him as the two of them headed towards a speeder. "Are you all right?" she asked once the door into Carth's office slid shut behind them.

"Fine," Revan grunted more because Vaner had shifted a little making his elbow bump Revan's head.

"What happened when you saw Telos?" Bastila pressed. "You seemed to remember something."

"It was," Revan trailed off and took a deep breath. "It was vague, only feelings, nothing more."

"Only feelings?"

"Only feelings," Revan confirmed.

The rest of the trip home passed in silence. The matter had been dropped but Revan suspected Bastila only wanted to wait for Vaner to be asleep before pressing him for more answers. His memory had always been a point of contention between them. When it was brought up, he felt her guilt and pain over the matter with a hint of a fear. He had told her there was nothing to worry about countless times. This had never eased back those emotions.

When they arrived home, Bastila took Vaner to his room so he could sleep. "I'll start packing Vaner's room," she told him.

"All right. I'll gather what you and I will need." Revan moved off to his and Bastila's room. He let out a breath. She hadn't pressed him for more over the feelings he had gotten upon seeing Telos.

This didn't mean he wouldn't hear more about it later. At least, for now, Revan could focus on getting items ready for tomorrow instead of worrying about what had happened with his memory.

The two of them owned very little. Just clothes and the furniture in the apartment. To most the space was sparse, but the two of them had only ever bought what they needed and nothing more. Most of what Revan earned working for Mission had gone towards food, rent, and what Vaner needed.

Revan started to pack what little clothing they had. He searched through the drawers to make certain he had gotten everything. He paused when he opened a drawer. He had never been into this drawer before, knowing Bastila kept her lightsaber there, but it wasn't just her lightsaber which clattered against the metal drawer when he opened it. A softer thump sounded.

Revan frowned.

There, resting by her lightsaber, was an object wrapped in cloth. He reached in and picked it up. The weight was familiar, and he could tell the object was made of metal through the layer of cloth. Revan didn't know anything of this weight and made of metal which Bastila would own.

Perhaps he should just put it back and ask her about it later. Revan hesitated. His curiosity over took his caution. He started to unwrap the object.

"Vaner's down for a nap."

Revan stiffened as Bastila entered the room. His wife froze.

"Give that here," Bastila told him as she moved right up to him. She reached for the object.

"What is it?" Revan asked. He made no move to pass it to her.

"It's personal." Bastila made to snatch it from him.

Revan frowned and stepped back so she couldn't get the object. "Personal? Bastila, what is so important you have to hide it from me?" He couldn't believe his ears. Everyone had rights to secrets, but this, just why would she want to hide this from him?

Bastila made a lung for the object. Her hand struck it as Revan made to move away again. The force of the impact twisted his wrist. The heavy item slipped from his fingers. Bastila wasn't fast enough to catch it. The item struck the ground.

Part of the cloth had fallen from it. Revan stiffened at the sight of the familiar object. It was – it was his mask.

His hand shot to his head as fire settled in his mind. The pain escaped him as a breath. Revan saw the blurred form of Bastila kneel. He could just make out her covering his mask, the movement fast as if she hoped he hadn't seen it.

One eye closed as Revan fought against the pain. He let out a few quick breaths. He needed to calm down, to center himself.

The first images started to pass over his eyes. Sensations were collapsing down upon him.

"You shouldn't go through my things, even if you were packing," Bastila's voice was distant.

Revan saw her form stand as he fought to stay conscious, to just remain standing.

"You should have asked first," her scolding tone was growing further and further from him. "Revan?" Was that concern in her voice? He couldn't tell.

Revan's legs buckled. He felt his hands against his forehead.

"Revan!"

The images increased in number. Moments flooded his vision. Sounds crashed down on his ears until it buzzed through him. People he had known and places he had been rushed before his eyes. His memories were racing back through him. The flow increased as his struggles grew weaker.

The images started to slow. Revan felt the ground beneath him. His hand twitched. His head felt heavy with the sudden increase in memory which now pressed down on him. Revan straightened.

"Revan?" Bastila was kneeling before him. Her hand was warm against his shoulder.

"You had my mask?" the words cracked as Revan locked gazes with her. The pain in his skull was nothing compared to an ache settling into his chest. She had his mask this entire time. She had known he was struggling with his memory and had kept the one item in the entire galaxy which could help him from him.

Revan couldn't understand why she had done it. He had a right to remember his life.

Her eyes widened. "Y-you saw it."

"Part of it." He straightened further until his back rested against the bed.

"How much do you," Bastila trailed off. Bastila backed away from him. She now sat with her back to the dresser, eyes wide as she watched him.

"Bastila?" Revan frowned. It clicked. There had to be a part of her which had to think he would return to being Darth Revan if he ever regained all his memory. "I'm still me," he told her with a soft laugh. "I've not changed from who I was this morning just because I have more of my memory." He moved over to her and pulled her into an embrace. "I'm not going to leave you." He intertwined his fingers with hers.

Bastila's body relaxed against his.

His heart ached. The mere belief he would return to the dark side just because he remembered his life showed just how little confidence Bastila had in him. Revan closed his eyes. This knowledge cut deeper than just the fact Bastila had been hiding his mask from him for all these years. It had been because of lack in confidence towards him. He would just have to prove to her even if he had regained over ten years' worth of memories he was still the same man he had been before he had found the mask the second time.

The second time?

Revan's eyes snapped open.

"What is it?" Bastila looked up at him.

"I," his voice caught. Revan thought on all the memory he had just regained. He tried to remember his childhood, anything beyond the moment he had first touched the Mandalorian mask which had become his.

Nothing.

His heart raced.

There was nothing there. He couldn't remember anything from before then. It was well over twenty-eight years' worth of memory just missing. Well over half of his life still not there, still unknown to him. He knew more, this was true. He knew he had thought of Darious in the same light as Malak, he remembered why killing Malak had hit him so hard. And, in the same instance, he didn't remember the reason why let alone why the argument he had with Darious and thinking about it made his heart ache with regret.

Seeing the mask had given Revan back his memory of all but the start of the Revanchist movement he had started. He knew more about the Jedi Civil War. The more he thought on it the more another gape in his memory came to him. Months just gone. Yet, this time he had sense this gap between the two wars was something he had forced himself to forget.

"Revan? What's wrong?" Bastila's hand was warm against his face. It helped draw Revan out of his thoughts.

"I," – he forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. He couldn't panic or let this fear control him. He was a Jedi. He was a Jedi! – "I don't have all of my memory back," he confessed. "I can't remember anything from before I found the mask on Cathar." He decided not to tell her about the other gape. This one was fine.

"You were in your late twenties by then." Bastila frowned.

"It doesn't matter." Revan brushed aside the matter. "We should finish packing." Revan stood and returned to folding their clothes into a bag.

Bastila joined him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her place the mask into his bag instead of hers. A small breath escaped him. Now he had his memory back, or a good chunk of it, it seemed she was more willing to let him have his mask back.

Revan's mind wondered away from his wife as he continued to pack.

Darious and Revan had fought a few battles after Revan had become the Supreme Commander of the Republic Fleet. The argument had started when Revan made the tactical decision to move forces from a less important world to fortify another world against the Mandalorians. Darious had been upset and believed Revan was forgetting the code and what it really meant to be a Jedi.

Revan had countered saying the Republic's survival was all that mattered.

Darious had dragged what was happening with Malak in as well. Revan had also noticed Malak becoming more brutal on the field of battle but had let it slide because it got results.

Not long after the argument, Darious had taken his Padawan learner and returned to the Order. He had left the part of the fleet and forces Revan had asked him to command without a commander. This was when he had picked Meetra to step up. She had proven more than willing and to be a great military leader. Yet, while a good friend and student, she hadn't been Darious.

Revan had reached out to Darious shortly after the war had turned favor to the Republic. He hadn't told anyone, even Malak, who thought of Darious as a crowd, he was contacting him. Revan had wanted Darious's opinion on a war related matter. When Revan had brought up his plan, and also to rub in the fact he had had turned the tide of the war, Darious hadn't been happy. He had told Revan he was falling to the dark side and needed to stop this before it was too late.

This had resulted in another argument between them. Revan had ended the transmission furious Darious couldn't see the results of the actions Revan had taken or even be happy the war had turned tide.

Looking back on this moment, Revan knew Darious had been right. Revan had been so consumed with proving the council wrong, with just protecting the Republic, he had lost sight of something else just as important, his desire to protect all the people of the Republic and the light side of the Force. While he hadn't known at first he had fallen from the light, it had soon become apparent when he had first started to study the dark side.

There was a chance now Revan would be seeing Darious again. Considering the way he had ended their last conversation, Revan didn't think the reunion would be very pleasant for either of them.

x – Alan – x

"Man, it's good to see this diner again!"

A voice drew Alan's attention away from his granddaughter who he had been teaching how to make one of their signature dishes to the door. He smiled at the sight of a few old consumers.

"I don't even care it isn't on Telos's surface anymore."

"I know," the woman beside him grinned as she looked around. "I never thought I would be Alan's diner again."

"Nor I seeing you two," – Alan stepped out from the kitchen – "Mark and Rane Kane." He looked at the two of them, heart light. "I thought the two of you were part of the Republic military."

"Just got transferred to work Telos security," Mark informed Alan. "Rane managed to get work as a medic here so it all worked out. Darrell's also back."

Rane hit him.

"Ouch. Fine, Commander Varnon."

"Did I do something?" Darrell asked he joined the two at the counter. He looked away from them and smiled. "I'm glad to see you survived, Alan. I don't know what Telos would have done without it's best local diner."

"I've missed your pie," Mark stated with a grin. "Speaking of which…"

Alan chuckled. "All right. I take it all of you want a slice?"

"Do you really need to ask?" Darrell clasped his hands. "Little Runner's pie is the best item on the menu and your menu is the best in the Republic. I swear by the Jedi's Force, that is saying something."

"There are some good diners and restaurants on Coruscant." Alan had been taken to many of them after he was recovered enough to walk. His son had seen to it they visited one a day. Justin had even talked about getting Alan a place on Coruscant, but Alan had decided against it. He had thought about retiring but after Justin had been asked to return as senator of Telos, Alan had figured he should do something to keep himself busy as well.

"Have you gotten any news about him?" Darrell asked when Alan served their group personally. "Little Runner, I mean. You did mention once he was a Jedi."

Alan set down the last pie slower than he should have. "Nothing. Families don't have contact with their children once they're taken."

"Hasn't stopped me for looking for Jasper to make certain he survived," Mark pointed out. "Come to find out he did and is just hiding really well."

"You found him?"

"Well, Darrell did. There was a mix up where Rane and I thought someone else was Darrell and Jasper thought Darrell was the man we thought was Darrell. He's name was Darious I think." Mark let out a breath. "They ran off the moment I recognized Jasper's full name."

"It sounds like they didn't want to be found." Alan couldn't blame them. Most Jedi who escaped the purge were hunted down for the massive bounty on their heads. If one was recognized it could mean they were in danger and thus those who had managed to survive the start of the bounties were hard to find. The more their numbers dwindled the harder and harder the Jedi were to run across.

It had gotten to the point, many believed the Jedi were gone. That was until Meetra Surik had surfaced. He had met Meetra during the early years of the Mandalorian War. She had come with Revan, then going by the Revanchist, to Telos on a mission. It had just been the two of them so as not to draw attention. She had been nice as far as Jedi went. Granted, Alan had only met two other Jedi before the Revanchist and Meetra. They had been the two masters who had taken Little Runner.

"I did get through to Admiral Onasi," Darrell's voice drew Alan from his thoughts. "He's coming here to try and protect Jasper and Darious. He gave me a warning to have security in place for the new Jedi Order."

"New Jedi Order?" Mark leaned back from the counter. "Are you saying there is a new Jedi Order now?" Mark whistled. "Brave."

"How many?"

"Three from the old Order and five in training, or so the Admiral said."

Alan winced. He still remembered the years after the Great Sith War. The Jedi had been few in number and had started taking in students of a far greater age than ever before. This was worse than it had been back then. Eight Jedi, ten if he included the two here, was a frightening few.

"Well, this isn't going to be fun trying to protect them. A larger group would have a better chance at defending themselves," Mark commented.

"You are talking about Jedi," Rane reminded him. "They aren't known to be pushovers in a fight."

"Then how come there are only five left?"

Rane opened her mouth and closed it.

"See?"

"Well, from what I gathered one is Meetra, who everyone knows fought alongside Revan during the Mandalorian Wars," Darrell pointed out. "And from what I could get from the Admiral one of the others is," – Darrell's voice dropped in volume and he leaned closer to the others – "Bastila Shan."

Mark choked on his pie.

"Careful," Alan remarked. He smiled to himself. So, the Jedi who had brought Revan down was alive. A part of him wasn't shocked at this news and another wondered if it meant Revan was also alive.

He pushed the idea aside. Revan wasn't the man he had once been proud to meet. The dark side would have seen to that.

"Alan, how is your son?" Mark smirked, eyes glittering over the top of his pie. "I know he returned to being senator and all. Very grateful for that, something will actually get done now, but there is nothing about him in the news of late."

"He's been busy aiding the Ithorians in the restoration project," Alan informed them.

"Grandfather, I think I got it." His granddaughter came out from the kitchen and held up the pie she had been preparing.

Mark licked his lips. "You're teaching your oldest granddaughter to make this delicious pie?"

"Of course," Rana straightened. "I want to be able to help around here and take over one day."

"Glad to hear!" Mark cheered. "We need this place to stay open forever."

Alan laughed before he looked at the pie. "Why don't we have the costumer's judge this one?"

Rana smiled. "Oh, yes, please."

"How about it?" Alan looked at hose in the diner.

A cheer rose at his words and soon everyone there had a slice of pie.

Mark bit greedily into his. He frowned. "It's missing something, but still good pie."

The door into the diner opened. Several people entered. "I see arrived too late to try your latest pie," the man who entered commented. He was followed by several within his personal security and his assistant.

"Dad!" Rana ducked out from under the counter and raced over to the man. "I thought you were too busy to drop by today!" She embraced him.

Rana was the oldest of Justin's four children. She was only just in her twenties and still acted like a child around her father and himself. Alan smiled at his granddaughter.

"You see, this is why everyone elects you. You mingle with your people, Senator Tarvon!" Mark grinned at Justin as Justin joined them at the counter.

"It is my father's diner," Justin pointed out with a soft laugh. "Speaking of which, I just got a message from Admiral Carth Onasi." He combed back his once neat sandy colored hair with his hand. He looked as if he'd not slept in awhile.

Darrell frowned. "Is it about the Jedi who are here?"

"That and more," Justin stated with a slight bow of his head. "Meetra is looking for supporters among the senate for rebuilding the Jedi Order, especially those more open minded about who might have survived the purge and the bounties. Given my past acquaintance," – Justin's voice took on an almost pained note – "Carth believed I might be a good start."

"You mean how you supported Revan during the Mandalorian Wars?" Darrell asked. "A lot of senators did."

"Yeah, but most aren't still senators or didn't have the balls enough to return when their people asked," Mark interjected.

"Or their people just didn't ask," Rane added.

"What are you going to do about it?" Alan looked at his oldest.

"Meet with Meetra and Bastila when they arrive. I was hoping we could hold the meeting here considering I don't have an office on the station."

This was true enough. Justin was working out of his apartments whenever he wasn't on Coruscant.

"That wasn't what I asked," Alan pointed out. "Are you going to support the Jedi Order or follow what most seem to believe about the Jedi Civil War."

"Support them," Justin didn't hesitate in the response. "The Republic has suffered without the Jedi. Besides, I've never been one to follow the popular choice of the other senators."

Alan placed Justin's normal drink on the counter. "You have permission to use the diner." He looked at Darrell.

"I'll coordinate with Commander Zeel and Admiral Onasi about security here then." Darrell finished the rest of his pie. "Rana, keep up the good work on the pie. It's almost as good as your grandfather's." Zeel was the head of Justin's personal guard.

Rana flushed. "Thank you, Commander Varnon."

(Author's Note: I confess, I had no intentions of ever sharing this story. It was more a fun "what if" to try and get me out of a writer's block I was having on my own work. Then I just figured "why not post and see what happens." I am glad to see so many views in the first day and even a review. My first fanfic never received a review, my first here didn't until the book was almost complete, so I was pleasantly surprised to see a review.

Chapter 3 will be posted only once I have chapter 5 done. This is going to be done so I have a buffer zone. If a week passes between updates I will post the next chapter each week until the buffer runs out.)

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Ssj shadow: I confess to not knowing much about Luke's legends Jedi Order other than a little on his views of love and what I learned from Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy. Most of my knowledge stims more from KotOR and the events around that, but I will look into the matter as the book progresses.

I never thought on making Vaner a Jedi, but now you mention it I remember having been upset Vaner wasn't sensitive to the Force when reading Revan. I was also sad we got next to nothing about him outside of one time Meetra seeing him and then a little after he became an adult.

Thank you for the review.