AN: This one is AttonxExile, with a bit of KavarxExile. Hmm... Atton again... I'm beginning to see a pattern here. xD

Anyway, yeah. Another one-shot, this one in Atton's POV. Don't own KotOR, or the characters. Q.Q

Reunion/Union

I grinned as I walked through the beautiful, though a bit wrecked, streets of Onderon. That idiot Mical was stuck on Dxun with Mira and Canderous exploring some Sith temple or something. I think they got the easy job, really. The Exile, Visas, and I had to stop a civil war by ourselves, after all.

I had grabbed some stuff in the market for the Exile while she spoke with the Queen. I figured I could stop for some Pazaak on the way. I mean, really, queens speak all slow and regal and shit. It'll take a while. I had gotten kicked out for 'cheating'. The one time I'm not cheating, too! I got to keep the money, though. Let's just hope Jay doesn't ask me why we had more credits after I went shopping than before.

When I got to the palace, I found that she had just finished with the Queen. She grinned as she looked towards me, which was most unlike her. When her arms flew out and she exclaimed, "Master Kavar!" I pieced it together. It was stupid of me to think she'd be happy to see a Jedi in training who once killed Jedi like me. Not to mention I'm a scoundrel.

She ignored me completely, giving Kavar a hug. I suppressed a snarl as his hands touched her, as he wrapped his arms around her shapely waist. "It has been too long, Jay," he said with a smile that was too friendly.

"Yeah. Don't have too much time to visit the Order when I'm in, you know, exile?" she said dryly, removing herself from his grip. "How have you been since I left?" she asked. I don't think I've ever seem so friendly.

"Nothing that you would like to hear about. Mostly political things. I've missed working with you. You got us into so much trouble, but I would much rather have that right now. We made a pretty good team, too." He laughed. They launched into Jay's epic story of how she came out of exile. I noticed she skipped over the part where I helped her, but included Kreia. Should have known she wouldn't have included me. Not when talking to her boyfriend, at least.

I didn't want to listen to them anymore, so I went off for a little walk around the palace, secretly looting what little I could find as I helped clean up bodies in the halls. I worked for a few minutes until the west wing was clear of bodies. It was quick work with little effort, fine by me. The thing that wasn't fine was the fact that it was eerily quiet as I dragged bodies across the marble floor. I couldn't count coupling ticks to distract myself. My thoughts came in crystal clear, over the usual game of Pazaak between me and myself.

I thought of her, the Exile. She was the Jedi that stood out the most. She tries to help me, even knowing I used to kill Jedi for the Sith. She doesn't smile much, but I've gotten a few beautiful sincere smiles out of her in the past. I thought of those few times, when I told her about my past and she not only forgave me, but offered to train me as a Jedi. I thought of the moment she waltzed into my prison cell on Peragus with her dangerous aura.

She saved me that day; mentally and physically. Her strong leadership and fiery personality created a pillar for me to lean on. I loved her too much. I should have known there was someone for her already. A girl like her, there were bound to be men lining up for her attention. Kreia was right to call me a fool.

I slammed my fist into the wall in frustration. How stupid of me. I'm Atton Rand, the scoundrel, the deserter! I shouldn't be held down by her. I'll be leaving as soon as this mission is over. Or maybe when everything is settled. Or maybe I'll help her set up an Enclave on some planet.

"Dammit!" I growled, mentally slapping myself. I couldn't shake my need to be around her and to help her.

"Oh, there's Atton. What took you so long to go the market, Flyboy?" I heard a gruff feminine voice ask from behind me.

I turned to face her with a smirk. "I figured you and the Queen would be a while, so I took a nap in a dark alley. Apparently I was wrong, though, so I hung out in the palace for a bit," I said with a shrug. Gesturing to a small room down the hall, I leaned against the wall and spoke, "Your crap is in there. Here are the credits." I handed her the pouch of credits.

She narrowed her eyes as she took the pouch, either mad about how unlike myself I was acting or how much heavier the pouch was since she gave me it. Either way, I couldn't see why she would be angry.

"You went to the cantina to gamble, didn't you? There better not be any angry Pazaak players coming after us now," she warned, half teasing.

I just shrugged. "No guarantees," I said casually. My lack of a flirtatious nickname got her suspicious, I could tell. She was also using the Force to poke around my mind. She was gentle, as always. She only went through what I didn't block off from her. Of course, I was blocking my hatred for Kavar and my love for her, so she came up empty. He wasn't so gentle. I distinctly felt him trying to barge through my mind. The feeling of him in my mind was disgusting and so violent compared to when she was poking around.

Jay gave me a look that told me to hide when I got back to the Hawk as she went to grab the stuff I bought. As soon as she retreated, I turned on Kavar. He beat me to speaking, asking, "Why do you block your thoughts?"

My reply was agitated and defensive. "I wouldn't have to hide my thoughts if you Jedi scum wouldn't go through my mind," I hissed, "Tell her I'll be at the spaceport waiting." My fingerless-gloved hand rested on my blaster as I walked away. I quickly escaped to the spaceport, settling down to wait for her.

She came after about 20 minutes. "Come on, Atton, let's get back to the Hawk and the others," her lovely voice woke me.

We returned to the Hawk and met up with the others, who had already gotten back from the temple in the jungle. I didn't bother waiting for the stories, I headed straight for the cockpit to take another nap or only took a few minutes for her to find me. Let's face it, it's a small ship and I only ever hang out here.

"What is it, Sweets?" I asked.

"Take us to Korriban, would you?"

"What? You don't want us to pick up your boyfriend?" I huffed. It wasn't the smartest thing I've said to her, but oh well. I like risk.

"Boyfriend? You mean Kavar?" she asked. Before I could answer, she gave a short, annoyed laugh. "No, Atton. He isn't my boyfriend. Not only does he follow the Code, but he isn't my type. We grew up together. He's more like a big brother. A very stiff, not very fun, brother."

"Really? That isn't what I got from seeing you two together." I held up my hands in surrender.

"Is that so? Why exactly are you so upset about this, Atton?" she growled.

"No reason, Sweets. I just thought you Jedi were supposed to never make relationships or whatever."

"Don't forget that you're a Jedi now too, so you should be abiding the Code too." She was getting angry, I could see it in her dark eyes.

"Why do I? You don't. Kavar does, I guess. But not completely," I said. When she gave me a confused look, I kept on. "He's into you. It's blatantly obvious. I was there, babe, I saw the way he acted.

"First of all, he does not like me that way! And second, why does it matter so much to you? If we were in a relationship, why would it concern you at all?" she shouted, her anger exploding.

I smirked. "You're my master. I have to be concerned for you. I'm merely looking out for someone I care about." The false sweetness and forced polite tone kind of made me sound disgustingly like Mical.

"You don't care about me! You don't care about anyone but yourself. I don't even know why you haven't left yet!"

I frowned for a moment, before returning to my usual cocky expression. She had no idea how much I loved and cared for her. For someone so smart and witty, she really was a bit slow at times. "You telling me to leave, Sweets?"

Her teeth ground loudly, her eyes conflicted. "No, I don't want you to leave," she said slowly, "but I don't want you to interfere with my personal life either."

Her hesitation made me grin as I swiveled in my chair to fully face her. "Would you deny that I'm already part of your personal life? You probably have a boyfriend or husband somewhere, as amazing as you are, but you gotta at least see that we aren't just comrades stuck with each other until the mission is over. We're Pazaak partners, we're Master and Padawan, we're trusted friends," I ranted, going Uncharacteristically deep for a moment. "And don't you deny us trusting each other! You know I'm too charming to resist trusting," I added with a wink.

Her flush brought a smug grin to my lips. She crossed her arms as she did when she wanted to hit me. "No, I don't have a boyfriend or husband or anyone. I'm a bit like you, I preferred to be by myself." She took a step back, perhaps shyly. "Despite me... trusting you, however slightly, that has nothing to do with you. So butt out, okay?" As her sentence went on, her voice became more and more like a growl.

"Are you sure about that?" I grinned, slipping my hands behind my neck in a cocky position I knew she hated.

Her hair shimmered as she leaned down, a stern and angry face looming over me. "It's none of your concern what I do or who I chose to be with. Got it memorized?" she hissed. Her lips were so close, but I didn't dare reach for them. I didn't want her to punt me out of the ship, after all. I'm not that desperate! She turned and started to leave.

I moved out of my chair, sliding towards her with a smirk on my face. "Would it be my concern if I kissed you right now?" I asked. When she turned, surprise and anger written all over her features, I slipped my arms around her waist, effectively trapping her in my embrace. I bent to my lips were at her ear. "Know how I can tell you like me?" I whispered, brushing my lips over her neck lightly. "You can easily push me away right now, but you aren't. You don't use the Force or your own power to struggle at all. Sorry, babe, but you can lie to yourself all you want. You just can't fool me that easy, Sweets."

Now she started to frown, opening her mouth to protest. I didn't give her the chance to object, my lips were on hers like a lightning flash. I finally kissed her, after such a long wait. The corners of my mouth lifted in a small smile when Jay pulled me closer to her. Our minds were open, or as open as they'll ever be, and reached for each other. I couldn't tell who's feelings were whose when they collided through the Force.

I held her by her waist, one of my gloved hands taking her hair out from that bun/ponytail thing of hers. Her smile as she pulled away made my chest pound. After all this time, I finally got an actually smile out of the Exile. And I was beginning to think she couldn't smile.

"No, it's not your concern. You don't have to be worried about any competition."

Forgive me if I get Kavar wrong. I don't remember his personality so I just went with it. xD He was only a minor character here, anyhow.

I had SOOOO much trouble with this. I had this idea in head for ages, but I just could not write it down. xD After numerous drafts and many patches of writer's block, I finally finished. It's not the best, but I'm improving. :3