Bastila woke up with a start. Her master and her fellow padawan were on a mission when they were captured by a Sith patrol. Her fellow Jedi were used as target practice or practice dummies. Thankfully, they did not know who she was. Held captive in an academy, waiting there eventually fate she went into a trance. Her trance led to a nightmare, that scared her. She dreamt of Revan, her former idol, her former friend. She awoke to her nightmare staring back at her. On reflex, she kicked, her booted foot slamming into Revan's gut. Revan went down unceremoniously, while his accomplices froze her and immobilized the other mobile Jedi.

"Why did you attack my padawan?"

The question came from the older women. She was the only authoritive figure around.

"Master, it's okay. I'm not hurt and they're not a threat." Apparently, Revan got his breath back.

"Oh?"

"My intuition says so." Revan was beaming at this comment.

"I see, remember the last time we listened to your intuition?" Quickly the woman shot it down.

"That wasn't my fault." Came the indignant reply.

"You started a civil war, just when you ended one. You insulted their culture." She was trying to hold her laughter in.

"I couldn't eat it. It was a foot long fuzzy wormy thing. A FOOT LONG." Revan was protesting rather vehemently.

The old women chuckled, disengaged the stasis, and went back to healing the other Jedi. Apparently, she trusted Revan to calm down Bastila.

Bastila stared at Revan. He looked exactly like before, even his braid-wait.

She walked forward and very calmly yanked his braid. She was awarded with a yelp of pain as she fingered the braid.

Startled Revan pulled his braid out slightly. He pouted at Bastila. Suddenly she hugged him. Her assets was squished against his chest and he blushed. Apparently, Bastila had grown up, in areas. The young, brash girl he knew definitely grew up. Malak also figured it out as well, he gave Revan a thumbs up accompanied by a lewd grin. Kriea pinched him with the force. Smirking slightly, Malak went back to healing the other Jedi.

Bastila pushed herself away and stared at Revan. He was her age, with a long braid to accompany him. He was wearing dark Jedi robes, the obsidian color. She summarized he sneaked in to get her and her fellow Jedi out.

"So, are you okay?" She was startled out of thought.

Revan was looking at her sheepishly, thumbing his nose slightly. He looked so cute.

Bastila nodded, looking at the floor. She idolized Revan but there was an age gap between them. He was half a decade older than she was and she was but a lowly apprentice. Now, he was the same age as she.

"Come on, Master Kreia said we have meeting soon."

Bastila was disrupted from her thoughts. Revan was right in front of her. Concern was in his eyes, she had drifted off. Bastila followed Revan out into the one of the many rooms.

So, VERY SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE. I HAD SCHOOL AND MY HW. So sorry. Can you forgive me?