Summary: Just a little fic including the Academy's two most prestigious Jedi padawans, Bastila Shan and Revan at the beginning of their relationship. No spoilers, completely AU...I think 0.o lol

A/N: Review if you read it please, I wanna know what you thought of it, that way I can make improvements :)

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"You know, if you tried to concentrate any harder, I'm pretty sure that you'd blow your pretty little head clear off."

The young girl turned around, glaring at the boy. "Quiet you, I need to concentrate if I'm ever going to get this stone slab across the room." She paused, taking the time to calm her self and prepare for her next attempt. "So either be quiet and let me focus, or you can go chase a Bantha off a cliff for all I care."

The young boy smirked. "Alright then Bastila, don't say I didn't warn you."

He smiled and leaned on the doorframe, and watched the young girl intently.

She ignored him, turned around, and continued concentrating.

She finally lifted the large stone tabulate three inches from the ground, but couldn't reach her goal. She was unable to move it across the room. The strain was too much for her, and the stone tablet met the stone and dirt of the Jedi enclave with a rather loud BOOM. She gasped, panting heavily and groaned. This was her third try and she still was unable to complete the task Master Vrook had given her. She was getting frustrated, and him being here didn't help her much either.

The young boy smirked and took it as his cue to help her when he heard her frustrated groan, followed by a rather loud yell. He calmly went over to her, and sat down right beside her. She glared at him, but made no attempt to push him away.

He smiled again. "Watch this Bast."

He stuck out his left hand, opened palm facing the giant rock, a look of pure concentration and focus replacing the silly grin he had on just moments before. He was slowly able to lift the giant stone tabulate a good five inches from the ground before maneuvering it to the destination he needed to get it to.

As the stone tabulate was gently placed down on the floor on the other side of the room, he turned his head to his right and looked the annoyed padawan in the eye. He smiled triumphantly, giving her a teasing smirk.

That was idiotic of him to do. The simple gesture had set the young girl off; she had had enough and didn't want to take anymore of his childish acts and his boasting.

"Oooh! Why do you have to be such a SHOWOFF Revan" She practically screamed at him. "Grr…Just what are you doing here anyways?"

He just looked at her, a blank expression on her face.

"Don't you have anywhere else to be? Anything else to do rather then annoy me"

He gave her a bright smile. "Nope."

Suddenly, his face changed, becoming more serious. "Master Vandar sent me here to help you with your training." He grinned, the look of seriousness he just had disappeared as quickly as it had came, replacing it in it's place was a look Bastila had seen too often. The look of an immature and annoying, yet caring Jedi.

She raised eyebrow and sent him a look that said 'you better tell me everything…or else'.

He groaned. "Oh alright, ruin my fun why don't you…" He stuck his tongue out at her.

It was her turn to groan. "Why must you be so childish Revan?" She asked, shaking her head.

"He also said that you could help me with my training as well." He said muttered quietly, looking away.

Bastila smiled happily. "So you do need my help eh Revan?" She teased him, and smiled even more when she was rewarded with a loud groan from the proud padawan.

"Fine, then Princess." He responded by calling her by the nickname he had given her ever since they were little. The nickname she absolutely had hated with a vengeance.

After he had said that, he looked at her to see how she would respond. He half expected her to force push the large stone tabulate on top of him, flattening him out like Banta poo doo. He smirked inwardly when he remembered that she couldn't even lift the training device over three inches above the ground let alone be able to drag it from across the room were it currently laid and lift it over his five foot seven height.

To his surprise, she didn't do anything, just glared at him. He could tell that she was busy scheming something…

"Force, if she had it her way…He thought. "I'd be as bald as Malak…"

He shuddered involuntarily at the thought and unconsciously ran his hand through his long brown locks before he spoke up again.

"So Bast," He chuckled nervously. "Care to join me in the sparring room?" He asked, flashing her a goofy grin.

She was still glared at the young padawan, but her features hadsoftened up.

"So typical of Revan" She thought. "One minute annoying the Force out of me, and the next turning on his charm so that I can't even stay mad at him." She looked at him and saw that he was offering his arm for her to take, probably so that he could escort her to the sparring room. She groaned.

"I don't like him…"

She pushed his arm away and headed towards the door.

"I don't like you…" She said glaring at him.

He could tell that she was just saying that to hurt him, but it didn't work. Through the twinkle in her eyes, he could tell that she actually enjoyed his company and their 'conversations' if you could even call them that. Force, she could even tolerate his quirkiness, and that was saying something.

"I like you too." He retorted, smiling at her confused look before her face scrunched up in irritation when she found out that she wasn't able provoke him.

It surprised him. Apart from Malak, Bastila was someone he could talk to, someone he could joke around with though sometimes with painful results. She was someone he had known almost all his life.

He had met her when he was nine and she was six. He had immediately felt sorry for her and could relate to her situation. He was taken away from his parents at a young age too, and he still missed them, his mother especially. She warmed up to him immediately and stopped crying, amazing the two Jedi Masters who were trying to calm her. They became good friends and here they were now, nine years later, both extremely powerful and talented padawans, destined to do great things, or so that was what their Masters had said.

He was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of Bastila's annoyed voice, echoing from the halls. "Are you going to be coming with me anytime soon Revan? Honestly, I think your getting too old for this, or are you just afraid that I might beat you?" She asked, her tone challenging him.

"Again." She added, knowing that he couldn't refuse, he was just simply too proud…She was right.

He was going to simply ignore her little remarks but somethinghe couldn't ignore what she had just said. His pride was too great.
He smirked, accepting the 'unofficial' challenge and retorted in a cocky tone. "Alright then, but don't forget who was the slow one…even with the help of the Force I still managed to get ahead of you. He added "Princess." In the most obnoxious tone he could muster.

That did it.

Revan was close to the door when he was pushed by an invisible force and fell face down onto the hard earth.

"Ow…" He said out loud, though the ground muffled his voice. "That hurt Bastila…" He groaned at the slight pain as he rolled over to lie on his back. He looked up expection to see the clear Dantooine sky, but instead found the young padawan standing above him, giving him a look of satisfaction. "But it was worth it." He grinned; smiling even more when he saw the look of satisfaction quickly turn to a look of pure annoyance.

"Come on Revan," She said as she helped him off the floor and back onto his feet. "Time for you to lose."

He smiled.

"Oh? Is that a challenge?" He asked as the two walked towards the door, Bastila in front.

She turned her head back to look at him and smiled.

"Yes actually," She said, smirking. "Yes it is…"

"Alright." He replied, giving her a smile of his own.

"You know the drill…"

"Yes, yes, I know, Loser cleans the Winner's boots for a week." He groaned. "Don't you ever get tired of your boots being so shiny?"

"Nope." She grinned. "Unless you want to make it more interesting?" She asked as they continued walking towards the training room.

Revan nodded.

"Ok, how about…Loser has to do anything the Winner tells them to for a whole day?"

He thought about it. "If I win, I could have her go around the Academy saying sorry to everyone for being a stuck up princess…Malak would certainly get a laugh out of that…" He wasn't going to lose. He had to win this time, just to keep Bastila from boasting about the one thing that she was better then him at...Besides, if he did lose, he'd have to listen to her for a day and do whatever she told him to do. He'd rather have to kiss a wookie. Knowing Bastila, that'd probably be something she would make him do... He wouldn't lose.

He smirked evilly at her.

"Your on."

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A/N: What'd you think? Don't forget to review!

To be continued?