Okay so here is another chapter. I don't know how frequently I will update this story but I promise that I'll try to do it at least once for a week. But you know how this can turn out. I'm still at school so around June I will have a lot of things to finish before summer holidays if I want to pass to the next year XD. But till this time I'll try to upload this story as often as I possibly can. Of course, on summer holidays I will post new chapters more frequently like few times in a week. But let's finish this little talk and let's go to the chapter. Have a nice read :D.

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Chapter 1

Bastila was sleeping in her quarters. It was a well-deserved rest. She and the rest of her team were now on the Republic cruiser. They have accomplished their mission – Darth Revan was now in their hands. It was something she was proud of. She has shown herself worthy of the title of the Jedi Knight, but these thoughts escaped her mind when she drifted off to blackness. Something she didn't fight with.


She was on the bridge, again, but now she was alone. She looked around. Her companions were lying dead on the floor. All of them. Bastila looked forward. The sight caused her heart to skip a beat.

There was Darth Revan, fully in his armor. He was wielding a crimson red lightsaber in one hand and a purple one in his second hand. He held them parallel to his legs. His mask covered his features but Bastila could feel hatred burning in his eyes behind it.

"You betrayed me, Bastila," Revan's image told her. That's something she couldn't stand. Did SHE betray HIM? It was HE who betrayed HER!

"You're wrong Revan. It's you who betrayed ME. Dark Side has clouded your mind" she answered on the edge of tears.

"You betrayed me" he repeated "You took me alive as a prisoner. And now you're heading back to the Council just like a puppet, a pet. You think I don't know what the Jedi are going to do with me now?" he asked. On this point, she didn't understand him and her curiosity took best of her.

"What are you talking about?"

"So you really don't know?" he asked intrigued, and let out a small sigh. "Let me tell you then. Your precious Jedi Council won't let me stay alive. They will rape my mind to find some clues on how to win this war, and when they do they will toss me away. Like a trash. There will be no more Darth Revan or even Revan. There will be only a memory of me, and it's all thanks to you".

"What? You're mad. Jedi would never do such a thing" she answered. She didn't believe him. She couldn't believe him. The Jedi Council found every life sacred, and he lost himself to the Dark Side. Hatred to them was speaking through him.

"Bastila," he said with a soft tone. Young Padawan looked at him. He turned off both of his lightsabers and clipped them back to his belt. Then he lifted his hands up to his mask. He took it off.

As one day before, Bastila gasped. He hasn't changed. He wasn't consumed by the Darkness as many said. Under all of this, he still was Revan. Her Revan. They were looking each other in the eye, but then the image of him started to fade away.

"You betrayed me, Bastila," he said once more as he was disappearing in the smoke that was coming out of nowhere. She tried to come closer to him, but no matter how many steps she took, Revan was still far from her.

"No!" she shouted. Tears were now freely running down her face. "That's not true!".

"You betrayed me" Revan repeated before he fully disappeared, and Bastila was left alone.


She woke up with a scream. Sweat was running down her face. It was only a dream, wasn't it? She had to make sure. Bastila slowly lifted herself up from the bed in her private quarters. She slept for twelve standard hours, but still, it seemed like nothing. Her muscles were sore and she had a terrible headache. But she ignored this protest from her body and got up from the bed.

Her companions carried Revan to the medical bay. His bodyguards were left at the prison chambers because they didn't suffer as much as their master. The Dark Lord of the Sith required immediate medical help if they wanted to get any information from him. His head was badly injured when he fell to the floor on the bridge of his flagship. They needed a lot of kolto to stop the bleeding only for a bit.

Bastila came up to the little mirror that was hanging next to the door. She looked at her reflection. Her hair was a mess. Her usual ponytail didn't hold any strands anymore. She tried to repair them at some point but her effort didn't bring any results.

Bastila poured some water on her hands and washed her face. A cold liquid brought some sort of relief to her. And it helped her to get rid of sleepiness that still held her. She put on her Jedi robes and clipped a silver handle of the lightsaber to her belt. With that, she stepped out of her quarters.

The ship was peaceful. They were in a hyperspace route to Coruscant. The crew of the cruiser didn't have reasons to fear any attack from the Sith. They were shattered right now. Slowly Bastila walked towards the medical bay. She still was exhausted.

She passed few soldiers who were on their shifts. They saluted her, and she replied at that with a simple nod of her head. She wiped her face to try to get rid of the sleepiness. Her steps were clumsy. Her legs were scraping against the floor as she was making her way towards the medical bay. It wasn't that far from her quarters, but the distance seemed to be endless.

She has finally reached the doors that led towards the medical bay. After stepping through them she was overwhelmed by different sounds. Some shouting of the doctors, as well as the bipping of medical equipment that was keeping Revan alive. But something was wrong.

Doctors were running around the bed Dark Lord was laying in. Slowly words started to make their way to Bastila's mind. "His life…" "Dying…" "Weak pulse…" "Bring the…" was all she heard amongst the yells. None of the doctors paid attention to her. They were too busy with their only patient. Then these words started to make some sense in her mind. Revan was dying. That's all she understood. Her instincts got best of her. She made her way to his bed. He was pale, deadly pale. Not like a day before. This time it was because he was losing his life. She pressed a palm of her hand to his forehead. It was cold. Bastila quickly removed her hand from his face.

"Go away child!" one of the doctors shouted at her. He pushed her away from the bed. She obeyed it and looked at the cardiogram that was standing next to the mattress, Revan was laying on. From what little knowledge about the medicine she had, she could understand that his heartbeat was weak, and it was fading.

She knew that she had to try to save him. She pushed back a doctor and positioned herself back next to his bed. Bastila took his cold hand in her palms. She used the Force to enter Revan's mind, and then the blackness took her.


She wasn't asleep, that was sure. She found herself in a black room where was no sound or light. Carefully she took a step forward. Nothing. She took one more step. Again nothing. Bastila started to walk cautiously ahead, and suddenly she hit something.

She thought it was a wall, but when her eyes adjusted to dark she made out a shape. A human shape. Then some more details came to her. This man, she assumed from his posture, was wearing an armor. That's all she saw in the dark. Bastila looked up and her heart stopped for few seconds.

She saw him without his mask. Even in the darkness, she could make out the features of his face. It seemed to shine in the empty room. His incredibly handsome face. She smiled lightly upon seeing him. But he didn't return the smile. He had an emotionless expression and seemed not to notice her, as his eyes didn't look in her direction.

"Revan," she said quietly. At that, he turned his attention to her, but he still didn't say anything. He was just looking at her. His green eyes were shining brightly in the dark room they were in.

"We meet again, Bastila," he said softly. She smiled further at him, but still, he remained emotionless. "I'm dying, my dear" he whispered to her. That caught her off guard. Her smile faded slowly from her face. She didn't know what to do or say. She kept standing while he was being pulled backward. When he was few steps away from her, she shook herself from the trance she was in and tried to walk towards him. But just as in the dream, she couldn't get any closer to him. And once again his image started to fade away. "You betrayed me…" he added.

At this statement, Bastila was completely free of the trance she previously was in. Even if she wanted to say anything, her voice failed her and nothing came out from her mouth. She did the only thing she could come up with. She reached for him with the Force, trying to pull him towards her. And at some point, it worked.


Bastila slowly lifted her eyelids. A white light of a medical lamp caused her to immediately shut them down though. She tried to blink few times to get used to the brightness surrounding her, but it was pointless.

"She woke up," someone next to her said. Then Bastila felt herself being pulled upwards, and something metallic was pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and felt cool water running down her throat. At first, she coughed, being taken by surprise by the sudden presence of a liquid in her mouth, but then she willingly sobbed everything that was given to her. She didn't know how much her body required water until this moment.

"Wh… what happened?" Bastila muttered. At this point, she felt that she could trust her eyes and opened them slowly. This time the light wasn't so blinding. But still, she couldn't make out any details of her surroundings.

"We thought that you may tell us this," a voice said. "You run up to Revan's bed, caught his hand, and a moment later you passed out. When we tried to revive you, his condition suddenly stabilized" the same voice finished. Bastila started to notice some more details around her. Next to her bed were standing two doctors and a Jedi Master who companied her in the mission. And it was his voice she heard.

"I… I don't understand" she replied. The Jedi Master Vrook came up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, child. Just try to recall what happened after you passed out" he tried to calm her down. Bastila though remembered pretty well her 'meeting' with the Dark Lord.

"I… I entered his mind in order to save him" she started "When I did I found myself and him in a room". At this point, Master Vrook was curious and came closer to Bastila. "He said that he was dying" she skipped Revan's mention of a 'betrayal'. There are some things that are better to leave untold. Like her relationship with the Dark Lord."I didn't know what to do. His image started to fade away. I tried to catch him but I couldn't get close enough. Then I used the Force to stop him, and it worked" she told.

Vrook rubbed his eyes. He didn't know what to think about that. There was one thing coming to his mind as an explanation. And he pried to the Force and all of the goddess in the Galaxy that he was wrong.

Silence fell between them. The only thing that disrupted it was a bipping of the cardiogram standing next to the Revan's bed. Bastila was watching her master impatiently. She wanted to know what it meant.

"If this what you have told us is true…" Vrook broke the silence, and let out a sigh. He didn't know how to explain it to her. "But I hope that it did not happen, though" he finished. Bastila looked at him with a concern in her eyes.

"What happened?" she asked with a worry in her voice. Her master sighed again. He really didn't want to say that but he couldn't leave her unknowing.

"What you did is considered to be one of the most difficult Jedi healing arts. You used the Force to save his life. You stopped him on his way to becoming one with the Force. That's something not many in our ranks achieved and certainly not any Padawan. But this act has its own consequences. Saving someone's life in this way causes to connect minds between a savior and a saved one. And if I understood well what you did, then that's something that happened between you and Revan" Vrook explained. Bastila was silent. A mind connection? Was she connected with Dark Lord's mind? And what exactly did it mean?

Vrook said nothing at her silence. He just stood up and left the medical bay. When he walked out the doctors came up to Bastila's bed to check her condition. After few minutes they allowed young Padawan to leave. She complied and found herself walking back to her quarters. Her legs were carrying her, but she paid them no attention. Her mind was pacing back and forth amongst the different thoughts. Yet still, she was coming back to this particular one. A connection between her and Revan. Not to mention that her heart was almost broken when she saw him on the bridge. And now Master Vrook told her that she is connected with the most hated person in the Galaxy!

But I don't hate him. A thought suddenly struck her. She stopped in her trucks. Was it true? Through the last year, she tried to force herself to hate him. In the nights when no one heard her, she reasoned her expression in the mirror, trying to convince it that she hates Revan. But she couldn't, no matter her efforts. She was lying to herself and she knew it very well. Her heart disobeyed her mind and very often she found herself thinking about the Dark Lord of the Sith. But without this mantle. She thought of their younger years. When their friendship slowly developed into love, despite the Council's teachings about love. That it was forbidden, as any other emotion. But it didn't stop them. They used to sneak out of the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine and spend hours on grassy plains. Especially in the summer. Many times they watched a sunset together while sitting on a hill not that far from the Enclave. One of these memories was particularly worthy of remembering.


It was Revan's last day as a Padawan. Next day he was supposed to pass his Jedi Trials. Bastila was very proud of him. No one ever before him faced the Trials in the age of twenty! This evening they were celebrating. Alek and Meetra already were knighted because they were a few years older than Revan and Bastila but still they joined their friends. After an impressive dinner that was served in the Enclave the two of them sneaked out to the plains. They quickly found their favorite spot on the hill where they had a perfect view of the setting sun. Revan was sitting slightly behind her. They were staring at the sky, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

"You're leaving tomorrow" Bastila more stated than asked. She turned to look at him. He only nodded. His expression though was almost sad. He wasn't smiling and his eyes didn't have a flicker of happiness anymore. "What is it?" she asked. She didn't understand him. He should be happy, shouldn't he? Revan finally looked at her.

"I'm happy. I really am, but…" he didn't finish. She was intrigued. She was studying his face for any clues. Sunlight caused his pupils to lessen extremely so practically only his irises were visible. She often was looking into his eyes but now they seemed to be even more beautiful than ever. Dozens of shades of emerald green danced in them. And now these eyes were staring directly at her.

"But?" she tried to encourage him to continue. But he didn't say anything.

His next action caught her completely off guard. He leaned towards her and connected her lips with his own ones. Bastila gasped at his sudden express of feelings. Her eyes were wide opened as Revan continued to kiss her lightly. After few seconds though she gave up to the moment and closed her eyes. She answered to the kiss by leaning against him and wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers buried in his black hair – something she was often dreaming of. They were soft. Very soft. As well as his lips.

She didn't know how long they were kissing until she felt a gentle pressure against her lips. Revan was asking for a permission to enter her mouth with his tongue. She obeyed and let him in. His tongue was exploring a cavern of her mouth. She tasted him. She certainly could get used to it. When he lightly bitted her lower lip she gasped, and her belly was filled with butterflies. Bastila felt Revan's arms on her back. He was stroking her hair that was unusually left free. They stayed like that for hours. Or maybe only minutes? They didn't know. The only thing that mattered was to be close to one another. None of them wanted to ruin this moment.

But they had to part their lips in order to get some air. They were touching each other with their foreheads, their eyes remaining closed. Now a small smile was lighting their faces.


Bastila leaned against a wall in her quarters. She was crying. Painful memories flooded her mind. The vision of their first and last kiss was still fresh in her mind. She could even taste Revan's lips on her own ones. She slid down the wall, and now she was sitting on the floor. And then she felt someone's presence on the very edge of her mind.


Okay so here's the second chapter. Let me know what you think about it (it will be the best if you leave a comment). If you like my story so far add it to your 'favorites' and make sure to follow me in order not to miss any update :D. Till next time guys!