Chapter One

As Carth walked around the hallway, he realized how much it reminded him of their stay on the Leviathan. Although there were bright lights running the entire length of the prisoner's hallway, the cold, dark metallic colour of the walls still made things look miserable.

It's cool. She'll be freezing. He thought to himself as continued to walk down the hallway. He remembered her continuously stealing his jacket while searching for the Star Maps. She was always cool, only comfortable in the heat. Tatooine had been like heaven for her as the heat sinked into her limbs. Her thought about the night they spent in the sand near the Krayt Dragon's cave:

Their original plan had been to set up camp at the back of the cave while Bastila looked over her father's holocron and Schuyler studied the Star Map, but Canderous and Bastila had spent so much time bickering, they decided to move to the mouth of the cave.

Bastila had put up a fight saying that it was unwise to be apart, but Schuyler had shut her up with a smirk and a comment. "With the way you and Canderous were fighting so much, I thought it was your way of letting Carth and I know you wanted some 'alone time'," She told her, using air quotes. Bastila's face scrunched up, turning a dark shade of red, then purple and Schuyler dragged Carth away, trying to stifle her laughter.

They had spent the night lying on a blanket in the sand, making love several times. Her long limbs had wrapped around him as she whispered in his ear, telling him that she loved him, that there was no one else for her. He had responded in turn, telling her that he would never love anyone but her.

Carth stopped in front of the door to the prison room, trying to shove the tears down as he replayed that night in his head. He hadn't lied that night; there would never be anyone but her. He nodded to the guard next to the door and they swiped their identification cards together to open it. Maximum security, the very best that the Republic had.

He walked into the room, shutting the door from the inside. By now he knew the layout of the room like the back of his hand. Although it was a Maximum Security Cell, it was her own strong will that made her stay there. The Jedi Council had given her two options: Go back to the council to be retrained in the Jedi ways, or be put on trial for her crimes. She had refused to pick one and they hadn't pushed her. Yet. So she was confined to the cell until she made a choice.

He turned around to look around the room, but nothing had been changed. He expected that. The bed was made, but it hadn't been slept in since last Thursday. She slept on the couch every day of the week

except Thursday. The guards that brought her food in had no idea why, but he knew; He was the reason for it. He was the reason that once a week she slept well.

His eyes trailed over her body, laid out along the couch. Her long, dark, curly hair framed her face. Her long legs were draped over the arm of the couch. Her simple peasant's dress fit snugly, showing off her curves. It was short sleeved, showing off her arms, and stopped above the middle of her thigh. She was beautiful; it almost pained him to look at her.

Her eyes were closed, a small smile coming onto her face as he walked closer to her.

"Carth." She opened her eyes slowly to see his warm, chocolate brown eyes looking into hers. A sad smile broke over his face.

"Hello beautiful." She set up swiftly, moving herself to clear a place for him on the couch. He sat down next to her and she brushed the stray pieces of hair from in front of his eyes.

"You look tired." Her fingers moved to stroke his cheek, feeling the stubble underneath her fingers. He sighed and covered her hand with his. This was what kept him alive every week: the feeling of her touching him, of being close to him. It was these moments that made him know that Schuyler was still in there; that Revan hadn't completely taken over yet. He pulled her into his lap resting his lips on the top of her head.

"It's been a rough week. Two of the Sith interdictor ships cornered a few of the small ships that were sent on…." He closed his mouth, knowing that he shouldn't be talking about this with her.

"Scouting missions? Did my men demolish them?" She pushed back from him to look into his eyes, a dark look in her eyes. He knew that he needed to divert the subject away before Revan completely came forward.

"When's the last time you've eaten? You feel lighter each time I hold you." He kissed the top of her head again. She chuckled darkly.

"I'm still strong enough to lead the Sith….and wipe out anyone who gets in my way." Her voice dropped, growing deeper.

"I brought something else for you to wear; the guards were instructed to escort you to the refresher for a shower, whenever you wanted it."

"What's wrong Carth? Not in the mood to talk about my true destiny? About what I should truly be

doing?" She stood up swiftly standing over him.

"Don't do this Gorgeous. This isn't you! It's not who you really are! Fight this, don't let it take you over!"

He stood up and looked at her, hoping that he would get through to her.

"Yes, of course, how dare I take up my true mantle. How dare I discuss it in front of Admiral Onasi. All he wants from me is a little action once a week. That's his true reason for being here. Because when Admiral Onasi wants something, he gets what he wants." Carth shook his head, pained that she would even think that.

"No, that is not while I'm here. I love you! I love you more than anything, I-"Revan snorted.

"You love the sex you get once a week. I'm just your little concubine, aren't I?" Her eyes grew darker and her voice got heavier. He shook his head again.

"NO! That is not what this is! I love you! Stop thinking like that, I told you that there wasn't anyone else for me, and I meant it!"

"Then get me out." Her voice was steady and deep as she looked into his eyes.

"I can't." He barely choked out, even though every fibre of his being wanted him to, wanted him to take her away with him and live life like they should be.

"Then there is nothing else to say." She turned away and walked to the other side of the room, away from him.

"No, don't do this Beautiful. Please…please look at me." He grabbed her hand from behind to turn her around. She turned slowly, looking at him, reaching up to touch his face again.

"You can't stay away from me can you?" He noticed her face almost looked sad. He grabbed her other hand with his and brought it to his lips. Her eyes grew lighter and the dark look that was on her face earlier was leaving quickly.

"No." His one word answer was all she needed to hear. She stood on her toes brushing her lips against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, twisting his hair in her hands. He was seized by the feel of her against him and brought his lips to hers. She deepened the kiss, tightening her embrace around him. He picked her up in his arms and brought her to the bed. They made love three times that night before she fell into a deep sleep. He checked his watch and realized that he had to be back in his office in thirty minutes. It took thirty minutes to get out of the prisoner's corridor. He would be late, but he didn't care.

He got dressed quickly, glancing at her to make sure he didn't wake her. She shivered slightly and he pulled the blanket up more to cover her.

As an afterthought he left his jacket to keep her warm. He knocked on the door twice to let the guard know to let him out after turning the lights out. The door opened and Carth slipped out swiftly. They both swiped their cards again to lock it. Carth nodded at the guards and walked down the hall.

He made it to his office an hour and a half later, telling his secretary to hold all calls and visitors. He locked the door, and turned around, sinking against the door. When he reached the floor, he teared up quietly for the woman who held his heart. As the tears started to continuously poor down his face, outside in the dark Coruscant night, rain poured down heavily.

Somewhere in a prison cell far away from his office, he left more than he knew, behind with her.