Someday

A/N Chapter two finally. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy!

Hiding out became so much easier once she had the actual ability to [i]hide[/i] from the others. They were all off sleeping, and nobody really checked the cargo bay anyways. Revan had a moment of peace, even if it was going to be short lived. At least she had the [i]moment[/i], and that was all that she needed. She just wanted to relax, to breathe for the time being, before anything else happened and sent her spiraling back into the infinite misery that seemed to haunt her.

Silently, she moved her hands up to her hair and tugged the elastic that was holding the neat, pleated braid in place, running her fingers through her kinky hair and letting it fall in the delicate waves down her back. Her blue eyes scanned the area, and with a quiet sigh, she found herself moving towards the storage containers. She plopped herself down atop of one and dropped her head down into her hands, her eyes closing tightly as the tears she had been trying to avoid all over again attempted to return. It was not allowed, she couldn't let the stupid things get the best of her. With a gentle sigh, she lifted her head, and nearly leapt out of her skin when she saw a figure standing in the doorway.

"You don't look so good," the old man's voice cut through the silence, and Revan breathed heavily once more. Jolee was standing there, examining her, and now that her eyes had adjusted, she could make out his figure.

"Understatement of the century," she groaned, bitterly. Instead of comforting her, Jolee simply chuckled. Revan's eyes snapped onto him, trying to find out what exactly was so funny about her pain. He looked at her, then, those wise old eyes of his too knowledgeable for his own good. Wonderful. He was about to throw in his own two cents.

"You know," he began, and Revan sighed. She wasn't in the mood for one of his "wise" tirades. "You're going to get through this just fine." That was unexpected. "You're a tough one, Revan." The casual use of her old name caused her to flinch, but he moved towards her, resting a hand upon her shoulder once he was close enough. "This crew wouldn't be together if it weren't for you. Trust me, Revan, we're lucky to have you."

A bitter laugh slipped through her full lips. "Tell that to Carth. He doesn't seem to think so."

The old man scoffed, as if that were an inconceivable concept. "Carth'll come around eventually. Right now, he's just dealing with the shock part. The rest of us were all wondering why you were so tough in the first place, and the ones who can use the Force were a little more skeptical. He just doesn't understand, and you've gotta understand how hard this is for him, too."

Revan's eyes flickered up to meet his, and she sighed. "When did you get so caring?" This time, Jolee laughed bitterly.

"Me? Well, let's just say I've got a good feeling this'll all be alright."

And just as sneaky and quiet as he entered, Jolee escaped to go back to bed. Maybe Revan was wrong in thinking that [i]everybody[/i] was so content and asleep. She remained on the storage container, pondering Jolee's words. Were things really going to be this easy? She had a feeling that now things had changed, more than she could have ever imagined. She was about to embark on an entirely new adventure, one called redemption. Redemption of her old reputation, the old Revan. She was a new person, she was not the same one she had been so many years ago. The person she had become wasn't cold and uncaring, she was kind hearted. For the most part, anyways.

Bastila had told her, back on Kashyyyk, that she was jealous. Jealous of the way that Revan held herself together, maintained the path of the light. She explained that she sometimes didn't have the same control that Revan had, and she wondered how Revan managed to keep herself so controlled. It was a question Revan actually had a hard time answering it.

Suddenly, an unexpected force rocked the ship, and Revan was sent off her cargo container. She leapt up and ran towards the cockpit. Time to put their troubles aside, she had a dark feeling that something worse was on its way.

The moment she stepped inside, she saw Carth pounding on the controls, and she examined him for just a fraction of a second. He was frantic. "What's going on?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from rising to uncontrolled levels.

"Three Sith fighters. Came out of nowhere! Get to the guns, we're gonna want to take them out before they report us, or blow us up!" Revan didn't hesitate, she bolted towards the guns and locked herself in position. Firing shot after shot, she took out the first two, but the third was evasive. It shot back at the Ebon Hawk and narrowly missed the position she was in. She gasped, her body freezing up for a moment. It was flying directly towards her, about to go straight over head. Well, then it was time to take it out, wasn't it? She fired upon the fighter, missing the first three shots.

"Come on!" she exclaimed as she fired six more shots, finally hitting the fighter. She hit it again, and again. And finally, a little ways over them, an explosion occurred. The ship rocked from the force of it, but Revan breathed out a sigh of relief. At least they were safe for the moment. She wondered how many people woke, though.

As she returned to the main room of the Ebon Hawk, she found most of the crew clustered about. Her eyes cast around to each of them, a little surprised they were all awake and so anxious. "What happened?" exclaimed poor Mission, who looked exhausted and overwrought with emotion. Revan sighed as footsteps approached and began explaining for her.

"Three Sith fighters attacked us." Carth's voice surprised her, and her head snapped in his direction, her blonde locks bobbing around her thanks to the force of the turn. He was closer than she anticipated, and she could smell him. It was intoxicating, and she had to step away. She couldn't be so near to him. Her eyes fell back towards Mission when the girl spoke out again.

"You mean… They know where we are?" she sounded terrified, and with good reason. For as tough as Mission was, she was still a kid, whether or not she wanted to admit that fact. Revan moved towards her, wrapping a tentative arm around her shoulders. After the earlier incident, she wasn't sure that was the best plan, but there she was doing exactly that.

"No," Carth replied, "Revan…"

The pain in his voice when he said her name forced Revan's eyes up towards him. "I destroyed them. I wouldn't let them go and tell anybody, are you kidding?" Revan smiled comfortingly down at Mission. She was trying to make the girl feel better. "I'm not going to let anybody hurt us, Mission. You know that."

Mission's eyes lit up, and a lump formed in Revan's chest. The girl was so forgiving, but she didn't know exactly how bad things were about to get. They had one last star map to find, and then they would be on route for the Star Forge.

What a terrifying concept, in the next week or so, they could be on their way to their deaths. And there would be nothing that Revan could do to stop it at this point. She hoped she could keep her promise, and that nobody would get hurt.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!

Things have been crazy lately, but I hope to have Chapter 3 up in the next few days, maybe Thursday.

Review if you please! (:

-Shay.