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Chapter Two

*Three Months Ago*

Jolee Bindo walked out of the Jedi Council chamber towards the elevator, a grim look on his face. His meeting with the Council hadn't gone at all how he expected; he walked in, determined to get them to release Revan, at the very least on house arrest, and walked out not only with his request denied, but a promotion to Master. His head replayed their conversation about Revan, analyzing everything in hope that he would figure out something about where they were keeping her. Wrapped up in his own thoughts, he almost missed the man who had been waiting on him.

"Jolee! What did they say? Is she getting out? Where is she? Can we see her now? Where are they keeping her? You weren't in there for long, they must have agreed with what you said." Carth trailed off as Jolee shook his head.

"Calm down, sonny. We didn't get what we wanted. They denied any access to her and told me that her incarceration was her own choosing. Oh, and they promoted me to the rank of Master. Heh. As if that's what they needed right now. 'Oh, we won't allow you to see her, but here, have the title of Master.' Idiotic old fools…they wouldn't realize a bad thing if it came up to them making the same noises as an Uller in mating season." He crossed his arms trying to picture an Uller calling out during a council session. Carth sank down on the bench he had been standing in front of and put his head in his hands.

"I don't understand, Jolee. This…this isn't Schuyler. The woman I…The woman I fell in love with on the Hawk would never choose to go against the Republic, let alone choose to be locked up in a cell. It's not…We should've….,"he clenched his fists growing frustrated at the lack of words that he wanted to say. He was full of emotions: happy that she was alive, saddened that she was locked in a cell, angry at the council and the Republic for treating her like some kind of pawn. But with all that emotion, he couldn't figure out how to get it all into words no matter how hard he tried.

Jolee saw the pain on his face and sat down next to him sighing. He knew exactly how Carth was feeling; it was the same feelings he had when his own wife, Nayama, had turned to the Dark Side.

"I don't know what to tell you. Should we have seen it? Were there signs? Of course there were, even before she found out. You and Mission both told me about how she almost lost it with those Czerka workers who had killed that wookiee on Kashyyyk. And what about Tatooine? When Xor offered to buy Juhani from her? And she held him up by the throat against the ship and threatened to behead or castrate him? Canderous pulled her off, sure. But he told me later on that it wasn't easy, and that's saying something coming from a Mandalorian. She was always at risk for falling. It was just a matter of when would enough be enough."

"But when was that? When did she finally say that fighting for us wasn't important? That with the Sith was where she truly needed to be?" He looked up directly at Jolee, hoping that he had an answer.

Jolee shook his head again. "I think the only one who can answer that is Schuyler."

*Now*

Carth woke up suddenly in a panic, horrified his dream had become real. He looked next to him and realized that he was in his own bed, in his own apartment. Not in the holding cell with Schuyler's dead body in his arms, covering him in blood as his dream had been. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself down, but all it did was bring back his dream. Her dark brown hair matted with blood, pale skin painted with dark red streaks all over her, her green eyes glassy, staring into his….

"NO!" He jerked his eyes opened and swore, "Son of a-," he raked his hand through his hair. "Sithspit." He picked up his watch on the bedside table and put it on, glancing at the time and groaning. He had only been asleep for two hours, and he knew after a dream like that, he wasn't going to get back to sleep. He got up and threw a shirt on, walking out to the balcony. The cool Coruscant night air was a relief from the stuffy feeling of his bedroom. He glanced up at the stars and closed his eyes again trying to forget the image imprinted in his mind. He hadn't closed them for more than a minute when the dream came back, but this time it was different. She was still in his arms and looked exactly the same, but this time she talked to him.

"It's all your fault. I loved you and you gave me nothing in return." Dream Schuyler said, spitting out the last part, her eyes growing dark as Revan began taking over.

"No! No, I loved you Schuyler. I love you now! I'll give you anything in the world, just tell-" she cut him off.

"Then get me out." Her voice was deeper than usual, her eyes as black as the night sky as she said every word angrily and slowly. Carth shook his head slowly, pleading with her to understand.

"I…I can't."

"Then you never did love me." Out of the corner of his eye he saw what was going to happen but didn't have time to stop it. Within one quick smooth motion she pulled out her lightsaber and ignited it, stabbing herself in the stomach, ending her life. Carth yelled for her to stop, but it had no effect. He slowly removed the saber and turned it off before throwing it across the room. More blood poured out of her and he held her close to him, her last words repeating over and over in his head.

"Then you never did love me…You never did love me….You never loved me…" Carth's eyes snapped open and he could feel the tears pouring down his face. This wasn't how things were supposed to have gone. She was supposed to defeat Malak and come back to him. They were supposed to get married and start a family together, even if it meant she would be leaving the Order. He walked back inside quickly straight to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of Alderaanian firewhiskey. Eight shots later and he was buzzed with thoughts of no one but her. He threw on a pair of pants over his boxers, and began looking for his jacket when he realized he had left it with her the last time he saw her, only three days ago. He paused, thinking about the fact that he had never come more than once a week to see her before. If someone figured out what was going on….He quickly exited into the hallway and locked the door to his apartment before briskly walking to the elevator. The quicker he got there, the quicker he could see her, consequences be damned. He was insane, being in love with a Sith Lord, but he didn't care. She meant the world to him.

He made it down there faster than he ever had before. If the guards thought it was odd that the normally formal Admiral came down again within just a few days, with a wrinkled t-shirt and pair of cargo pants, they didn't say anything. One of the guards got up to swipe his card with Carth's, saluting him before he went in. He saluted him back, then shut and locked the door behind him. He walked in and saw her curled up on the couch in his jacket, asleep. A tray of uneaten food lay cold on the table in front of it, and a few feet behind the couch, the bed was made up impeccably. He went over and grabbed a blanket from the bed before picking her up in his arms and laying down with her on the couch. He covered her with the blanket and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She buried half of her face in the crook of his neck, her hot breath on his skin. He kissed the top of her head, his hands roaming over her back. One hand stretched down to play with the bottom of her night gown. He slowly pushed it up and realized that that was all that was on her besides his jacket. He swore as all of the blood rushed downward towards his crotch.

She began to wake up when she heard his voice, pushing on his chest as she arched her back, stretching slowly. She kept her eyes closed for a minute until she realized that she wasn't on top of the couch anymore. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at him.

"Carth." She looked straight at him, locking her eyes to his, no emotion on her face. He would have given anything to be able to hear what she was thinking. He ran his hands up her back and smiled.

"Hey, Beautiful." He slowly pushed her head towards his and kissed her. She laid back down on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His mouth was warm and she could taste a hint of alcohol on his tongue. She moved her lips down to his jaw and traced it with her lips.

"You're drunk." She whispered in his ear, moving her hands underneath his shirt. He closed his eyes, feeling her cold hands caress his chest.

"No I'm not. I'm just….happy." He heard her chuckle.

"About?"

"You. You're alive…Not where I wish we were, but…." She moved herself so that she was looking at him. He mentally kicked himself for saying anything.

"Right. You'd rather have me on some little farm somewhere taking care of the children while you run off fighting the Sith." She pursed her lips. Carth was quiet as he attempted to figure out something to say that wouldn't upset her.

"What? Nothing to say now?" She got off the couch and stood over him, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. He sighed and sat up, running his hand through his hair.

"Beautiful, I'd be lying if I said that it isn't appealing. Hell, at this point I'd take having everything back how it should be, with us trying to sneak off and see each other. But this….this isn't what I thought of when I told you that I wanted a future with you." He looked up at her and saw that she smiled softly and sat next to him, brushing away those difficult strands of his hair.

"We could still have that. We could have a family, and be together." She brushed her lips on his and whispered softly. "All you need to do is get me out of here."

"I…I can't." She stood back up quickly, and Carth realized she was furious. "Beautiful, I want-"

"You want what? Sex? Because it seems to me that's all I'm here for. Is that why no one's made a decision yet, because you need me? Get out. Now!" She yelled at him, pointing to the door. "I don't want to see you again unless you've decided to let me leave you stupid hu'tuun. OUT!" She mustered up what little of the Force she could and pushed him towards the door. He unlocked the door and turned around one more time to see her.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, but he knew it wouldn't make a difference. He slipped through the door and went back to his apartment, not knowing whether or not he should come back.

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