A/N: To those that reviewed last chapter thank you, it means a lot. And those of you who don't review... it only takes a couple of seconds to tell me what you think and i would greatly appreciate any input. So this is sort of a filler chapter but it has all that fun boring talking and bonding moments we skip in movies after watching it the first time so have fun.

Disclaimer: Chap. 1

The Fallen Knight

Hyperspace and Meditation

Where do bad folks go when they die?

That don't go to heaven where the angels fly,

Who go to a lake of fire and fry,

-Lake of Fire, by Nirvana

Revan's eyes slowly opened as he escaped yet another memory. He hated sleeping more than a couple of hours that was when the visions and depictions of Hell came to his mind. He suffered each time he slept more than three hours. He saw that it was still night then looked down at his arms. He was still lying on the ledge and Bastila was sound asleep on his chest. She hadn't moved the entire night. He smiled as he continued to stroke her long brown hair. She was so beautiful and innocent lying on him asleep. He hated to have to wake her up.

Revan stopped his hand and reached for her neckline. He grabbed the durasteel chain and lifted it out of her robe. Out came the chain and the small locket attached to it. He flicked the locket open and took a moment to observe it while it was still around her neck. The picture of them from thirteen years ago on Coruscant was revealed. Revan smiled at the memory of the last day they were together before he left. It was not easy to make that necklace that quickly to give to her an hour after the photo. He had the picture taken at sunset when they were sitting next to each other and then he hurriedly used the Force to create the locket and necklace behind his back for the next hour. And then after holding her close at the last minute he guided it into her room while she wasn't paying attention.

It was the perfect surprise that she never expected. He relaxed a little more and then closed his eyes. He felt her dreaming once more but instead of a nightmare it was a memory of the past again. He was curious as to what she was remembering and looked into her dream.

Revan found himself standing outside of the council chambers on Dantooine. He realized that he was shorter and a lot skinnier. He guessed that this must be when he was still a Padawan. He looked into the council chambers and immediately remembered what moment this was.

Little five year old Bastila was sniffling as she stood in front of the council members. She had been on Dantooine for two weeks and Revan had not seen her. Instead she was placed with initiates a few years older than her for early training. From what Revan remembered she had a hard time and they had picked on her and Bastila cried quite a bit.

Young Padawan Revan swallowed hard as he walked into the chambers. "… we must reconsider Zhar. After all she is still young we can take her back." Dorak said looking down at Bastila who started to shiver. Zhar, Dorak, and Vrook were all debating over what to do with her. Revan felt pain seeing this young innocent girl being emotionally tortured like this. She did not deserve all the things that were happening to her. As he approached the door he was stopped by a hooded figure.

"And where are you off to Padawan?" His Master, Kreia, said standing before him.

Revan halted and bowed before his Master. "Master I am sorry I did not show up at the library but I have more important business at hand here."

Kreia remained expressionless listening to her Padawan. "And just what do you think you can accomplish by interceding in the council's affairs young one?"

Revan slowly stood up straight and looked his Master in the eye. "Master have you not always told me that it is confrontation that strengthens us? In confronting the council I will grow stronger in how to debate with them."

Kreia looked visibly impressed by his statement but was still not convinced. "But why at the expense of the young girl?"

Revan lowered his gaze as he tried to search for an answer. "I can't explain it but I feel as if it is my responsibility to protect her and help her through this." He looked up at his Master once more. "You remember how I was when placed with other initiates."

"Ah yes, you excelled past them as they tried to crush your spirit through words. Yet you persisted and came out as the youngest Padawan in history. Is that what you are saying Revan? That you can help this Padawan through her struggle? Tell me who helped you through yours?"

Revan frowned at her conclusion. "No one did. But it is not a weakness to show someone kindness when the world beats them down. To help them up is to make them stronger right? To help a person back from a struggle they cannot accomplish alone is to make them believe in themselves and they will rise back up stronger than before."

Kreia thought for a moment and then nodded slightly. "You… are correct but then said person would rely on you making them weaker and giving you a weakness." Kreia countered.

Revan did not drop his gaze. "There is no weakness in believing in someone."

Kreia smiled slightly then moved out of his way. "If she means this much to you then go on." Revan bowed again the started towards the council chambers. "But know this, she will need you as you will need her. You will fall and go back to her, she will fall and may or may not." Revan did not understand this at all so he just kept walking. As he came out of earshot Kreia talked to herself. "Your future has always been difficult to see. You're strong in power and it blocks some areas of your future. But I do know this, that when she does fall your choice will probably haunt you for the rest of your life."

Revan walked briskly before the council ending their conversation. Little Bastila had her eyes closed as she sniffled a little. Revan stopped behind her and stood over her facing the council. Bastila's eyes opened when she felt gentle hands on her shoulders. She looked up and saw Revan smiling down at her. Before either could say something the council spoke out.

"Revan, what is the meaning of this?!" Vrook said with anger.

Revan stood up straight and kept one hand on Bastila's shoulder as he raised the other as a sign to remain calm. "Please Master I only wish to talk fairly."

The Masters were surprised at how Revan was composing himself. He had always been the charismatic one but they were caught off guard as he seemed to talk to three Jedi Masters as if he were an equal. Zhar intervened on the two. "Revan we are discussing whether this girl should stay with the Jedi or not it has nothing to do with you."

Revan frowned but stood his ground. "And I wonder how you all reached this decision? Maybe by listening to rumors of "more promising" students at the academy." Revan said with a smirk.

"Revan you have no right to speak to the council like this." Dorak warned him.

Revan just smiled innocently. "I protest against you coming to the assumption that this young girl does not want to become a Jedi."

Zhar sighed as Vrook became angry. "Do not think that just because you excel in the Jedi arts that you have some obligation to speak to us like this. You are to leave at once!" He commanded.

Revan whisked in front of Bastila as he stood between her and the council. "I think you should be the one to leave. You have no right in basing your opinion on assumptions. I believe that anyone the Force chooses should never be put down and threatened to be cast out like this. She is young and has a lot that has happened in her young life, you should think twice before making such assumptions over what you think is right for her."

Vrook was perplexed by his argument. Dorak furrowed his eyebrows in anger and Zhar shook his head. Before anything else could be said another voice entered the room. "To decide her fate, our decision is not. Curious I am as to why young Revan pointed this out." Master Vandar spoke as he walked into the chamber. Revan smirked knowing that this was going to be good.

He turned and bowed to the short master. "Master I am simply informing the council on the error of their ways." He stood up straight and looked at Vandar. "Is it not the Jedi way for mercy and compassion? Yet after a few short weeks we think it is right to cast out younglings who have not been given the chance to prove themselves." Revan calmly walked back over to Bastila and put his hands on her shoulders. "This one is strong in the Force. I have felt it when she meditates, she has the ability to tap into an enormous amount of the Force when she concentrates and to expel her from the Order would be foolish." Revan was proud of how well he was handling the council and how quickly he adapted into talking at their level.

Vandar noticed this and smiled. "Notified about this, I was not. But your point I see. Revan is right but there is one thing I am curious about. Bastila does not listen well to her instructors but with you I see she has taken a special interest." He looked at Bastila who was a lot happier since Revan had come to her defense. She looked from him to the rest of the council then turned to Revan and buried her head in his stomach trying to hide from all this. Revan felt sympathy for the girl knowing how it felt to be cornered with no way out. Vandar returned his gaze to Revan. "Trusting with the development of her skills I am."

The rest of the council was shocked by this. Zhar was the first to speak. "Master Vandar if I may, Revan is but a Padawan. A headstrong one at that but what makes you think he is qualified in overseeing her training?"

"I am also curious at this conclusion." Vrook said frowning.

The council was shocked once more as another Master entered the room. "My Padawan has all but mastered everything I have taught him. He is more than proficient in EVERY single lightsaber form and he has mastered a number of Force techniques. If I were to continue his training at the rate he is going he would become a Knight before he is thirteen. I believe that taking time off to teach her is wise." Kreia said walking next to Vandar. Revan smiled seeing the support he was getting.

Zhar sighed once more. "If you both think this is the best course of action then I think the rest of the council agrees. I don't see what fault there is in having Revan assist her in her training and development."

The council said no more and Vandar looked at Revan. "The responsibility of being a teacher is upon you. Do you accept this?"

Bastila glanced up from hiding her face in Revan's robe. Revan looked into her eyes and smiled. "Yes I accept this."

"Then this meeting is over. The rest of the council members I wish to speak to." Vandar said looking at his associates. Revan gently took Bastila's small hand in his and made his way out of the chambers.

He stopped once they were in the courtyard and knelt in front of Bastila so that they were at eye level. "Are you okay now?" He asked gently.

Bastila wiped the last tear from her eye and nodded. "Yes, thank you." She said softly not looking up at him. Revan smiled and held her chin up.

"It is okay to be sad. It is good to show emotion. The Jedi Code says you should not show emotion but then the Jedi tell us to show compassion to people. Showing emotion is what makes us mortal and it gives us that option of free will and making the right clear choice in life." Bastila cocked her head in confusion. Revan laughed a little forgetting for a moment that she was only five. He opened his mouth to speak again but another voice chipped in.

"It is a wonder how you rose so quickly Revan when you disobey the Jedi so openly." Revan turned and frowned. Padawan Atris walked over to the two and looked from Revan to Bastila. "I would pick another mentor if I were you."

Atris was nine years older than Revan and the two had often gotten into arguments over a variety of different subjects. She was his opposite in almost every way. Revan was about to counter her when they were both caught by surprise. "Revan is my friend and he is very nice. I would be honored to have him teach me." Bastila said sticking her head up in the air defiantly. Revan smiled a little at her remark while Atris frowned.

"Well Revan it seems you have found someone as stubborn as you." She looked from Bastila to Revan and then motioned for him to follow. Revan sighed and looked down at young Bastila.

"Wait here I will be right back." Bastila nodded looking a little scared. "Don't worry I am not going to leave you." She smiled and he returned the smile.

When he stepped next to Atris she looked out at the plains. "You know the council may punish you for your defiance."

Revan shrugged and glanced over his shoulder at Bastila. "I don't really care. They gave me their approval so whatever else they do is meaningless."

Atris scoffed and turned towards him. "That is always like you Revan. As long as the end result is victory you don't care what happens. One day that may be the end of you."

Revan looked back at her. "I do care what happens. Just not to myself. If it were to be me or her to face the wrath of the council then I wish it to be me."

Atris looked at him quizzically. "Why do you care so much about this little girl?"

Revan didn't respond he just looked out at the plains. Atris shook her head and left. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell her it was that he didn't know. He felt something for this little girl. Some deep connection and sense to protect her no matter what.

Bastila looked over at Revan who was talking to the lady still. She looked around at all the older Jedi walking past. Nobody really cared about her here they just passed her by like she was nothing. She felt lonely the whole time she had been here like she was lost on a deserted planet. She looked behind her and saw a shiny object on a bench. She ran over to it and jumped up on the bench.

The object was like what Revan had on his belt. The Jedi called it a saber or something. She examined it closely and kept flipping it. It was quite longer than Revan's and seemed to have two buttons on it. She held it in her small hands and went to press the button.

A hand reached out and stopped her and she looked up. A young girl close to Revan's age smiled down at her and carefully placed her hands on the hilt. "You have to be careful with this otherwise you might cut your hand off." She said taking the lightsaber and attaching it to her belt. "So who are you?"

Bastila smiled seeing that there was at least one other friendly person on this planet. "I am Bastila I am new here." She said.

The girl nodded. "Nice to meet you Bastila I am Meetra. So you are going to become a Jedi?"

"I think so. They wanted me to leave but then Revan came and said he would help train me." Bastila said excitedly.

Meetra's eyes widened. "Did you say Revan?"

Bastila nodded innocently. "Yes he is my friend."

Meetra smirked and looked back to see Revan approaching.

Revan saw Bastila sitting on a bench talking with Meetra Surik another fast learner in the Jedi. Meetra was a year younger than him and had also progressed to Padawan rather quickly. He had grown to respect her and her views on the Jedi finding a friend in her. "Meetra I see you have met Bastila my new student." He said proudly as he stood next to her.

"Yes she had found my lightsaber for me. She mentioned that you were her teacher." Meetra said smirking. "I didn't think that you would be one to take on students."

Revan smiled. "What can I say people change."

"Yes but not you. I am curious as to how much you care about her."

"Why is that?"

"Because rumor has it that the council is going to prevent you from going off planet for at least a year."

Revan's facial expressions dropped. "They can't do that! I need to go to other temples to learn more about the Force! Do they even care about getting stronger in the Force?"

Meetra could no longer suppress the laugh. "I was just kidding but they are going to try to punish you so that you would drop your student. It seems that they are really adamant in not wanting you around her." They both looked down at Bastila who was kneeling on the bench backwards looking at a butterfly that landed on the back of the bench. Revan smiled.

"They can do whatever they want. As long as she gets away unscathed I don't care."

Meetra looked back at him and bowed her head slightly before leaving. Revan kept his gaze on Bastila. She watched as the butterfly flew away then looked back at Revan. She jumped off the bench and stood before him. "Now what are we going to do?"

Revan extended his hand towards her and she took it. They walked together towards the plains of Dantooine. "I think a peaceful afternoon is best to start your training."

Revan had almost forgotten that day. After that he and Bastila spent every day together until he became a Jedi Knight. He was given the gift to teach her everything. And not only in the Jedi ways but about the simple things in life. Her morals were his but twisted to let her conscience rest. Her lifestyle was based off what he had taught her with the slight changes she made to accommodate her needs. Even her heart was made after his own, her pure goals and the need to protect others was all thanks to him. And now she was all grown up and still a strong Jedi making him never doubt the Jedi.

He was her teacher. He taught her how to fight how to confront a problem and how to deal with every situation. She mastered every form of the Jedi thanks to him. She had the ability of Battle Meditation thanks to him. He was proud at his greatest achievement: Bastila. She was the only thing that he could look back on his life and be proud of.

Not only teaching her the Force but also about the necessities of life. He taught her how each moment was precious and should never be wasted. He showed her that there is emotion and through it is peace. But he would never forget telling her about when a man loves a woman. He smirked remembering how red her face got when he explained how children were made. It was a little awkward for her to be hearing this from her best friend and mentor but they both knew she wouldn't be comfortable hearing from anyone else.

She was everything he wanted her to be and more. She was perfect.

But sadly he had to end this moment. He did not ever want to sleep another night without her in his arms but sadly he had to. He gently started to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand and her eyes opened slowly. She looked into his eyes and blinked a few times. He hoped she remembered everything otherwise he would probably wind up getting thrown into the ocean. She glanced up seeing that it was still night. She yawned and kept her head on his chest and closed her eyes again.

"It isn't even morning." She complained.

Revan smiled and shifted slightly but did not get up. "Technically it is."

Bastila frowned but kept her eyes closed. "You know what I mean. Normal people sleep more than two hours."

Revan sighed and began running his hand through her hair. "Yes but normal people aren't used to being on the front lines of war for the past seven years. Not being able to sleep because you fear the second you close your eyes then the enemy will kill you in your sleep." Bastila opened her eyes and looked up at Revan who had shifted his gaze upward. "Normal people don't see the faces of all those they killed and seeing them say they can't wait until you get to Hell. Normal people don't dream about Hell when they sleep." Revan stopped seeing how far he was going. He looked down at her and saw the sad pained look in her eyes. He shook his head and moved to sit up. Bastila got off him and they both sat up on the ledge.

"Is that why you don't sleep?" She asked softly.

Revan closed his eyes and ran a hand through his short hair. "That and the fact I am used to being sleep deprived and needing to be at one hundred percent for any unexpected battle." He looked over at her. "The worst part of Hell is seeing the ones you care about suffer." Revan said coldly. There was no kind way of saying it anyway.

Bastila nodded in understanding. There was a moment of silence as neither knew what to say. "Why do you keep saying you will go to Hell?"

Revan laughed at that. To him it was most amusing but to Bastila it was confusing. "Please Bastila where else would I be going when I died? With the amount of people that have died at my hand and the many more that died by my name I would be surprised if I was not in the deepest circle of Hell." Revan didn't want to argue with her any further on the matter. Revan was never afraid of death he was afraid of living. After all that he had been through he wished no, he longed for death. To finally pay for his sins and bring no further bloodshed was a miracle that would probably never happen.

Revan stood up and kept his back to her. "We should probably go. No telling what the crew is doing."

Bastila slowly stood up as well. "Revan why do you keep putting so much on yourself?"

Revan kept a neutral expression as he looked straight forward. "It isn't me, I deserve everything that happens to me. It is simply realization."

Bastila felt sympathy for him in more ways than one. "Revan you don't need to dwell on your past mistakes." She said quietly.

Revan nodded slightly. "I know but what makes it worse is I don't regret a single thing." And with that Revan headed towards the hanger.

A few hours later the crew of the Ebon Hawk was getting comfortable for the two day journey through hyperspace to Kashyykk. Bastila did not say a word to Revan after his last comment. It wasn't because she was ignoring him but it was she felt that he wanted to be alone for now. It was as if he gave her a glimpse into his mind through the Force bond. The weird part was that she didn't feel any pain from him.

Bastila let Revan be alone as long as he wanted. She sat in the cockpit taking a turn to watch over the controls while Carth went to sleep. She was looking through her personal datapad and went back to the news reports of the Mandalorian Wars she had saved years ago. She flipped to one of the earlier headlines that had a picture of Revan dawning his infamous mask. The caption below it said that Revan led the Republic to its first victory since the early years of the war. It went on to call him the hopeful savior of the Republic and the slayer of the Mandalorians.

She smiled to see that he turned down any personal interviews and let the other commanders speak for him. The reporters also stated that Revan was a true Jedi in helping the Republic and that the council could care less to what happened to the Republic. If only the galaxy knew what would happen. She flipped to the last one. On it was a picture of Revan and Malak with their backs to the picture as they were looking out the window on a ship. The caption hailed them the victorious heroes of the Republic and that Revan personally bested Mandalore the Ultimate in single combat. It concluded with the report that Revan and Malak went to eliminate the remnants of the Mandalorians in unknown space. She sighed as she stared at the report knowing that was the last day before Revan returned as the Dark Lord of the Sith.

"And a glorious defeat it was." Bastila jumped a little at hearing Canderous behind her. She turned slowly and frowned at him. He simply smirked as he sat in the pilot's seat and put his legs up on the controls. "Revan bested us at every turn. I was proud to fight against him in all those battles."

Bastila turned off her datapad and kept it in her lap. She eyed the Mandalorian closely. "Is that the way of the Mandalorians? To be defeated then be proud of it?"

Canderous glanced over at her and gave her a nod. "In a way. We are taught that the only meaningful thing in this life is to be the best in battle. And if we are to meet one that would best us in combat or battle then they were the greatest warriors in the galaxy. While the Republic was nothing Revan took a battered beaten army and rallied them under his fist. If you would have taken everything from him and put him up against a battalion of armed Mandalorians he would win and he wouldn't even use the Force. That was another great thing of Revan; he didn't rely on the Force as heavily as all you Jedi. Instead he used it as it was meant to be, a tool." Canderous frowned slightly as he looked at Bastila. "Rumor has it he was your personal teacher and mentor."

Bastila shrugged. "I suppose. He taught me how to fight and use the Force and even my Battle Meditation."

Canderous grinned. "Well then why aren't you the highest member in your Order?"

Bastila hesitated at his question. "I… it doesn't work like that. As you know the Jedi disagreed with him and all but cast him out of the Order. Since I was so close to him the council felt I would grow to be like him so they kept me at a low rank and spied on me." Bastila frowned remembering that.

"Whatever, I wonder if Revan is enraged in his death." Canderous said looking back out the viewport.

Bastila raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

Canderous put his hands behind his head and got more comfortable. "According to war legend Revan was a Mandalorian taken when he was an infant to be with the Jedi. And so he died by his apprentice cowardly shooting at his ship. If Revan had Mandalorian blood running through him then he would only want to die at the hands of a worthy adversary."

Bastila didn't know how to reply. In her mind she was thinking that he was right. Revan wanted to die but not just by anybody. He wanted to die at the hands of someone who was truly better than him. That thought scared her. Her mind went back to the Mandalorian and another thing on her mind. "What do you remember of Revan during the war?"

Canderous looked at her questioningly. "Curious about your old mentor? Not satisfied with the holo reports?" Bastila frowned at him as he was not answering her question. "Revan was the greatest man to ever engage in battle. His battle strategies and ability to adapt were as good as he was in combat. When we showed him we meant business and burnt a world to the ground he countered by having his ships in orbit over the planet we held hostage and watched from his ship as he hurried the process and destroyed the planet my brothers and the entire planet's population. He showed us the true meaning of war. Whenever we took prisoners we tortured them before letting them die. The Republic did not allow torture but that didn't matter to Revan. He would sometimes let one go so that they could tell us the horrors they encountered. By his hand thousands of Mandalorians fell and millions by his tactics. He never showed mercy or forgiveness, he would always fight with his full ability holding nothing back.

Any Mandalorian that fell to him was considered a fearless warrior for going up against the most powerful man in the galaxy. Mandalore himself both hated and respected Revan. He was waiting for the day they would fight and see who the ultimate warrior was in the galaxy. And so they fought and Revan won then the Republic won all but wiping out the Mandalorians. Revan was the ultimate hero and villain." Canderous spoke as if he was preforming Revan's eulogy. Each word he spoke was with power as if the speech were dedicated to Revan. It left Bastila speechless.

She was having a hard time trying to think a single thought. Hearing about Revan from the other side of the war made it easier to know how it had changed him. He was everything he said he was but there was something missing. Something that was left out in all this. "Why do you think Revan acted so cold and ruthless?"

Canderous shrugged. "I dunno, maybe because he knew that he could only fight fire with fire. He knew that only ultimate victory could save the Republic and that he had to best us at our own game. Only he understood that war is without rules and followed it to the letter."

Bastila nodded silently. She was starting to slowly understand Revan and the roots of his evil. He was not an evil person he just lets his decisions get to him. She knew what he is and what he was and her opinion did not change even after hearing this. She knew he was Revan, the brightest young Jedi of the order, her best friend, and the one she loved. He was the savior of the Mandalorian Wars. A hero who did what needed to be done to save the galaxy. He was the Dark Lord of the Sith, the one that broke her heart, and the most evil man in the galaxy. But what he is was different. Revan is a man who does what he feels is right even if it does not appear that way. He is more powerful than anyone in the galaxy and yet he does not let his power control him. He is a man who has made mistakes but he does not regret them or forsake them. He is light and dark, good and bad, a hero and a villain. And Revan is everything she remembered and nothing she ever imagined. He is not who he was but something more. He has tasted darkness and turned his back on it and he did it for one thing: her.

An hour later

Revan felt his eyes start to close. He was panting heavily and sweat started to fall from his bare back. In each hand he clutched a lightsaber. He had been training ever since he got on the ship. He locked himself in the cargo room and trained rigorously with Tulak Hord.

"I have nothing more to teach you Revan. You have mastered every single form I know and have never heard of. I doubt there is anything left that anyone can teach you." Tulak Hord commented as he deactivated his saber. Revan nodded and turned off his as well.

"I was afraid you would say that." Revan muttered.

Tulak Hord erupted in laughter. "It is no one's fault that you absorb information and teachings so well. I do not believe you even need the unlimited power to defeat any opponent you face."

"Except for the Emperor."

Tulak Hord frowned. "He is a disgrace to the Sith. He has poisoned the minds of all those around him into believing he is a god. He is nothing but a vulture. And sadly you are right. Because of his supernatural ability to pass his consciousness to other bodies he will be almost impossible to defeat."

Revan nodded and closed his eyes. "My Master says I will get my power when I am ready. I am afraid that I will fall before then."

"Those Sith masters gave you the power for a reason. They knew you would control it until you could balance the power out. Somehow they saw how you drew from the light and saw the ability to grant a single mortal with ultimate power."

Revan smirked. "And just when I thought I had bad luck. I am going to be quite bored now that I cannot learn anything more. My Master said I have learned every technique the Jedi have to offer and now I await my unlimited power from the light."

"Do you hunger for this power Revan?"

Revan slowly looked up at the Sith Lord. "I dread the moment when I take it."

Tulak Hord grinned with pride. "And that is why you were chosen. You are the only one who could taste this power and turn away from it. And just when I thought the Jedi had nothing more to offer but then you surprise me."

Revan bowed before the Sith Lord. "Thank you Master Hord. I will further call on you when I need guidance."

Tulak Hord's gaze shifted from Revan to the door behind him. Revan grinned a little as it opened up. He turned around and faced Bastila. "Ah Bastila I was just finishing my training."

Bastila gasped at the sight of the Sith Lord. No matter what she would not get used to the sight of these Sith. "So this is Bastila? It is an honor to meet you." Tulak Hord spoke bowing his head slightly. He looked back at Revan. "Until next time my friend." His spirit slowly faded back into the triangular holocron on the ground leaving the two.

Revan walked over and picked up the holocron. He turned back to Bastila who was gaping at him. "What?" He said.

She pointed her finger at him. "Did all those hurt?"

Revan looked down at himself then looked over at his back. The many scars all over his body was a sight for anyone. It was mainly his back but he had many scars and he remembered each one. He looked back at Bastila. "At the time extremely."

She walked over to him and looked into his eyes. He nodded at her unspoken question and turned around so that she could see. She bit her lip to keep from gasping. Many slash marks and round scars remained from his many years in battle. She held out a hand then withdrew it. She pressed her fingers to her lips thinking for a moment. Revan stayed with his back to her waiting for her to say something.

Instead she reached out and traced over a long slash mark across his back. Her soft gentle touch made him relax and breathe easy. She gently traced over it making sure not to apply too much pressure as if it would open up once more. "My second battle, I was fighting dozens of Mandalorian elites and one got the jump on me."

Bastila didn't reply. She looked up at the back of his head as her hands started to move on their own and came to rest on his back. Revan smirked then turned around. She didn't jump back but pulled her hands back. He slowly reached down and gently took her hand in his. He pulled it up to a scar near his heart. "Courtesy of Mandalore when I fought him."

Bastila looked at the scar and saw it resembled that of a lightsaber scar. Revan nodded. "Yes my own lightsaber no doubt." She glanced up at him questioningly. "Another time I will tell you of the battle but I do not think you came here to feel my battle scars."

Bastila looked down at her hand that was still on his chest. She pulled it away and her cheeks started to turn pink. "Yes well… I uh wanted to see how you were. We didn't exactly end the last conversation so well."

Revan shrugged and grabbed his robe. "Sticks and stones Bas. I was just reflecting on the dark part of my life." He put on his under shirt then the robe. "Then again what part of my life after eighteen hasn't been dark?" He laughed to himself then turned back at Bastila. "And I do not believe that is all you came for."

Bastila sighed. "Why must talking to you be so difficult?" She turned her head trying to ignore him being there.

Revan smiled. "I don't find talking to me so hard."

Bastila glared at him. "Could you just not be childish for five minutes?"

Revan began to pout. "I have been an adult all my life. Can't I look forward to being immature around you?" Bastila just shook her head. "Fine go on."

Bastila looked down at her hands as they stared to fidget. "Revan I think the bond is doing something to…me…"

Revan raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

Bastila began to blush again. "I feel like, I can't explain this especially with you."

Revan looked around the room. "And yet here you are. Please continue or do you want me to just look into our bond?"

Bastila shook her head and continued. "I feel like, like I did when we were kids." Bastila looked up and held his gaze. "I feel as though you are my everything again. Like you are the one I wish to see and be around all the time. And I am afraid of how far this feeling will go."

Revan nodded in understanding. "I see what you mean. I too am feeling this sense of longing. It is the Force and our bond that has connected us. The bond was be bringing out our past feelings to keep us close. Or something like that. You wouldn't believe how cryptic the archives were on Force bonds." He saw Bastila frown. "I know not helping. So my opinion? I don't think you will want to hear it."

Bastila thought a moment before she spoke. "Yes I do."

Revan smiled slightly. "The bond isn't creating any new feelings between us. From what I know and feel it is simply making those feelings stronger so that we could see them for ourselves. So anything you try to burry deep down or hide will probably come out."

Bastila's eyes widened. It was the truth and she needed to hear it but she didn't want to. "So the moment you realized you loved me again…?"

"I never stopped loving you Bastila. It was simply hidden beneath the dark beast I had put on to fool the galaxy and myself. I have never doubted or hidden my love for you." Revan spoke softly. They were still on opposite sides of the room but Bastila felt as if she were drifting closer towards him. Revan kept his emotions in check and kept his distance.

"That must be why it is only happening to me." Bastila whispered but Revan heard it. Revan caught a hint of something in her eyes.

"Bastila you are still afraid, why?" Revan asked quietly.

Bastila drifted closer to him. "I am still very afraid Revan."

"Of what?"

"… Many things."

"Such as?"

"For one, I am afraid because I know that deep down I have never stopped loving you as well. And this scares me because I can't admit it."

"Why?"

"Because of what will come from it. My love for you is too deep and if I let it known I fear I will never walk away from it again."

Bastila had now made her way across the room and was in front of Revan. He smiled tenderly and put his hand on her cheek. "Oh Bastila, I have failed you as a teacher. Love is something you can never walk away from or forget. When you love someone you will never stop. You can try and burry it or cover it up but you can never get rid of it. Love can be the sweetest fruit but it can also be the sourest."

Bastila looked into his eyes and felt her knees grow weak. Something was starting to burn inside her and she felt the room start to grow warmer by the second. "I don't know how I feel." She admitted.

Revan smiled. She was slowly starting to realize herself and her heart. It was a step in the right direction but the next she had to take by herself. "It is alright to admit that you don't know what to do. Just don't do something you are not sure of."

Bastila nodded and hesitantly withdrew from being so close to him. She turned to leave when Revan smirked and called out to her. "Bastila, it has been quite a while sense I have taught you something. And through our bond training you may go a lot faster." He bowed his head. "I would be honored to train you some more."

Bastila was about to decline when she stopped herself. He had said many times how he would never seduce her with the darkside so maybe his intentions are innocent. She decided to chance it. "Alright I suppose that would be good for the both of us."

Revan smiled. "Trust me you are going to love some of these older Jedi techniques I picked up."

Eight hours later

Revan and Bastila sat next to each other as they meditated. After the long hours of training Revan always found it best to rest and meditate on what you have learned. He however did not meditate. Instead he began to connect to the Force and searched through the galaxy for the whereabouts of powerful presence in the Force. He was mainly interested in Malak's location but he was also searching out for Bandon.

While he was doing this Bastila was growing impatient. Revan taught her a more ancient lightsaber form that was a major offensive technique and how to channel her emotions when facing the darkside. The training session had been a success for both as Revan felt a sort of relaxing peace fall on him and Bastila had become more powerful. She was pretending to meditate but it was not helping her at the moment. She let out a small breath and decided to try and dig into the bond she shared with Revan.

Ever since the bond was created it has been a one sided bond. Revan would go in and out of her mind freely while he blocked her completely from his mind. She hated not knowing what was going on in his mind but he had always reminded her that the darkness in him would try and get to her. So she decided to be careful.

She closed her eyes once more and stretched out to him through the Force. She had to keep from gasping as she felt a giant dark black aura surrounding him. It was like a black hole, swallowing any light that passed through it. However, Revan himself was not tainted by this dark presence. Instead he was glowing white through the Force. Bastila opened one eye and looked over at him to see that he was still meditating. She closed her eyes and then looked at herself. Her light was emanating brightly and it began to conflict with his dark aura as she tapped into the bond. She bit her lip as she came up with an idea or experiment.

Bastila let out a relaxed breath and then focused her power on Revan's mind. Without alerting him she managed to make it into his mind. She began to feel the darkness start to conflict with her once again. She let out a steady breath then fought back the darkness. As she entered his mind she began to calm him and his dark thoughts. She listened to his heartbeat as it slowed to a normal pace. She felt his aura become brighter until almost all the darkness was gone. She opened her eyes to be met by a lightsaber at her throat.

Revan was on his feet now and held his red blade at her neck. He looked into her eyes angrily. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by him extending his other hand. He held her up in the air by the Force and walked up to her. She grasped her throat as he choked her with the Force. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" Revan cried out. His anger was in control.

He let go of her and she fell to her feet but was pushed against the wall as Revan grabbed her neck with his hand. She grabbed on to his hand as she struggled for breath. Her feet were off the ground as his strength held her in the air. "Do you realize what you could have done?!" He clenched his teeth and his breath came out as low growls.

Bastila looked into his eyes and saw his anger. Whatever she did it was obviously a wrong move. She only managed to gasp out. "Revan…pl…please."

Revan's eyes went wide and his facial features dropped. He released her and turned away not wanting to look at her. Bastila fell to her knees free from his grip. She held her neck and gasped for oxygen. She hesitantly looked up to see Revan standing in the corner as if he were a punished child. She slowly stood up and walked over towards him.

Revan dared not to turn around fearing that all the progress and connection he had worked for the past two weeks was meaningless. He had more than overreacted he had gone way too far. He silently cursed himself and prayed that Bastila didn't hate him.

Instead she caressed his cheek making him glance at her in shock. She had tears in her eyes obviously hurt by his actions. He gently removed her hand from his face and spoke softly. "I am truly sorry. I would never want to hurt you, I just had a lapse in judgment. I do not expect you to forgive me but what you did was the very thing I was trying to keep from you."

Bastila stayed silent but looked down at the ground not understanding what was so bad. Revan saw this and turned to her. "That darkness always needs a place to go. It desires to come out and only I can keep it at bay. You think I like having it around me trying to seduce me? But do you know where it went if you pushed it out of me?"

Bastila looked up and Revan saw the fear in her eyes. Revan simply nodded. "Yes it is in you now. You don't feel it yet but it will surface." He looked down at his hand. He slowly brought it up to her trying not to alarm her. She let him place his hand on the side of her face. In a single second she felt like a huge wait was lifted off her shoulders. The hidden darkness she had unknowingly taken went back to Revan. He flinched a little as it came back and caused him great pain.

"There now please don't do that again." He said softly still. She nodded seeing that the reason he overreacted was because she was in danger. His actions were merely out of fear and a sense of protection over him. Revan took the silence the wrong way and turned to leave.

"I forgive you." She said loud enough for him to hear. Revan stopped and turned to her.

"What?"

"I said I forgive you. For just now and everything."

Revan blinked a few times trying to comprehend what she said. "Come again?"

Bastila smiled slightly. "I forgive you for everything you did to me and the rest of the galaxy. I don't want to hold anything against you anymore. It is pointless to act like a little girl and hold this anger towards you. In your eyes you did what you thought was right and after everything I have seen and felt I realize that you are truly sorry for everything that happened. You are forgiven Revan let go of the hate for yourself because no one blames you now."

Revan scoffed. "Except for the whole galaxy."

Bastila walked up to him and looked into his dark brown eyes. "No one you love hates you." She corrected.

Revan looked down at her then closed his eyes. "Thank you Bastila. But I am afraid I cannot forgive myself until I end this conflict."

Bastila nodded. "I understand." She reached out and pulled him close hugging him tightly. Revan wrapped an arm around her back and placed it on her bare skin at the torn part of her outfit. His other hand ran through her hair as she hugged him. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"Hey do we have any- whoa!" They both pulled away from each other to see Mission standing in the doorway. "Hey don't mind me I will come back another time." She said grinning at the two.

Bastila's cheeks flushed and Revan started to laugh. Bastila felt quite embarrassed so she left the room in a hurry. Mission looked from her to Revan. "Thanks Mission now she is mad at me." Revan said jokingly with a small smile on his face.

"Relax I will talk to her. Besides we need some girl time."

Revan frowned. "Last time you had girl time Bastila woke up with a hangover and I had to wipe a lot of people's memories from the night before."

Mission held up her hands defensively. "Hey this one won't involve drinks promise."

Revan rolled his eyes then waved his hand, jokingly giving her permission to talk to Bastila.

Bastila began to pace in her room. The feelings with Revan only got worse from the little encounter. She wished that what he did would anger her so that the teenager crush would go away. But if anything it just got stronger.

"I am a Jedi this is ridiculous." She complained. She stopped and stared at the wall then threw up her hands. "And he is Revan the Dark Lord of the Sith." She sat down with her back against the wall. "Oh Bastila, why did you ever become friends with him in the first place." Bastila said to herself as she dropped her face into her hands.

"So you two were friends huh?" Mission said. Bastila groaned but didn't look up. Mission smirked and sat down on the bed next to her. "So what's going on with you two?"

Bastila shot her head up. "Nothing! Nothing is going on. I am a Jedi and we aren't allowed to engage in anything like that."

Mission studied her for a moment. "But if you were allowed to…?"

Bastila just stared at her. Inside she was repeating the question over and over. Many times she has wished that Revan and her weren't Jedi so that they could be a normal couple but she had never asked herself this question. Mission saw the confusion on her face.

"Let's start with that. If you were allowed to be in a relationship would you?"

Bastila thought for a long time. She really didn't want to admit it but who was she fooling? Probably only herself. "I… I suppose." She said in a whisper.

Mission smiled big. "So the truth comes out. So I am guessing when you are with the Jedi you are forbidden from any and all attachments?"

"Yeah."

"So you have absolutely no experience in relationship stuff?"

"…yeah"

"Wow this is really cool. Now I get to be the mentor." Mission said feeling proud of herself.

Bastila frowned and put her face back in her hands. "You are not helping."

"Right, sorry. So obviously you have had problems with just telling him straight forward."

"How did you guess that?"

"Well if you told him we wouldn't be here right now."

Bastila raised her head up and looked at the Twi'lek. "Alright go on."

"From what I see what is obviously holding you back is your Jedi stuff. And the fact you don't know how to act on your feelings."

Bastila blushed and looked away. "Just because I don't know what I am doing doesn't mean you have to rub it in."

"Why not? I think it's quite funny telling a twenty year old virgin how to talk to boys." Mission giggled at her statement. Bastila was turning redder by the second.

"Oh shut up!" Bastila said folding her arms.

"Oh come on Bastila you aren't exactly helping. Have you ever had any experience? Like didn't you have a crush when you were young?"

Bastila shifted while trying to think how to say it. "Yes, sort of."

Mission looked at her hopefully. "Okay so how did that go?"

"Well…"

"You didn't tell him did you?"

"I did too! But then he left."

"What do you mean he left?"

Bastila sighed. "I was thirteen and he was five years older. When I told him he returned the feelings but left for the war. We never got involved but he did love me."

Mission's eyes widened. "Love? Wow so what happened to him?"

"He died during the war." In a way it was sort of true.

"Oh that's too bad. So what was he like?"

Bastila smiled and suppressed a laugh. "He was a lot like Nevar."

"Oh so it is easy to have feelings for him then?" Bastila nodded. "Who was he?"

"R… promise not to say anything?"

Mission jumped down and sat next to her on the ground. "Everything stays between us girls."

"He was Revan."

Mission's eyes went wide. "You mean you loved THE Revan? And he loved you back?"

Bastila shrugged. "Yes, we grew up at the academy together and were very close before he left for the war."

"And when he came back…"

"It broke my heart."

"So is that another reason why you are afraid of your feelings? Because you don't want to be hurt again?"

"Yes. How do I know that Nevar won't turn out like Revan?" Oh the irony of her statement.

"I see your point. Well that is an easy one. Nevar won't turn out like Revan, not while you are around him."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on. You can't tell me that you don't notice the way he flirts with you or looks at you like you are the most precious thing in the world to you. He probably cares about you as much as him so if you are around him he would never hurt you."

Bastila had to give credit to the young girl. Even though she knew only half of the situation she was giving some damn good advice. "Thanks Mission but I can't just go up to him and tell him how I feel."

"Why not?"

"Because he IS Revan.' She thought inwardly. "Because I am a Jedi and I have rules to follow."

Mission sighed and got up. "Keep telling yourself that." She said walking out.

Bastila sat on the ground for another few moments. Her mind was always in a constant struggle over the feelings she had for the one she once loved. Or, according to Revan, always loved just hid the feelings. Maybe he was right, maybe she still loved him and it was buried deep within all the pain. But now after forgiving him all the pain was gone, now what was holding her back from telling him how she truly felt?

Fin.

A/N: Wow, long ass filler chapter. And no, I didn't intend it to be that long but I find that the further I go in this story the more that needs explaining and said between characters. I bet you all liked Mission giving relationship advice to Bastila, well she does have more experience with this stuff than the Jedi Padawan. So as you can see this story is going to be massively long and part 1 is not even halfway done. I hope you are prepared for it, because I am.

So next chapter Kashyykk and all that fun stuff. And another thing I recently discovered is that Bastila's eyes are gray… I did not know that I thought they were blue. Whatever they are blue now deal with it. And I am mostly going to skip the game parts that we all know because that isn't the important part of the story but expect Kashyykk to be the only planet that will be close to how the canon way is. Please review and let me know how you like it or what you think or if you have questions.