It has been WAY too long, guys! What with school, no internet access, and overall life, I haven't any time to write, or upload, obviously. I'm so sorry for the wait! But, here we are...the last chapter! I hope that, although i haven't updated in years, you will be happy you stuck with the story :).

Now, I have a sequel planned, but what with reality, I have no idea when I will be getting a start on it. So, expect a few oneshots from me now and then (if that) but don't hold me to anything. Notice how I haven't given any specific dates, very purposely. Anyways, down to business! Read, review, please, and do I need to say it? You guys fucking rock.

The last year had gone by in a blur. Carth had been promoted, Mission and Zaalbar sent their love continuously, Canderous had left on the journey to unite the clans that Revan assigned, Juhani and Jolee served the Jedi, HK and T3 served proudly at their master's side, and Revan and Bastila served the Jedi as the first approved romantically involved couple in years.

But there was something else. Memories. Visions. Past. Present. Future. Revan had yet to see much of the future, but what he saw was enough. Bastila had seen the images, too. Revan didn't dare hide them from her; there would be no point. Besides, they made her better understand. He knew it was coming. There was no doubt in his, no, their minds that he would have to leave soon. Alone. She got it, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Not just for her, but for them. Revan didn't want to leave, but it seemed necessary. It sure as hell felt necessary.

Revan would tell himself every day., "Face it; if you stay, Bastila dies. Everyone dies. It's for the greater good." Sometimes he said it aloud and Bastila pretended not to hear. Now, here they were, in bed, relishing in their last night together for a long time. Maybe even forever.

"I love you," Revan said, looking into her eyes, illuminated by the wash of the moonlight escaping through the window.

"As I love you." Revan sat up, and Bastila mirrored him. She pulled the comforter over her chest as Revan reached for her hand. His root beer eyes had just a twinge of gold in them, brightening them ever so slightly. He had let the goatee grow back, but he kept it thin, like always. Revan had adopted the hairstyle that Bastila complemented him on eleven months ago; mostly flat with the lifted bangs. It made the thin scar over his right eye more prominent.

The steel gray eyes with a bluish tint in them locked with the gold-twinged root beer brown eyes. The mutual understanding was there. When Revan woke up this morning, he knew it would be the day. He carried the day out as he normally would, however. Revan and Bastila had both caught some vacation time, so they spent this last day together. He didn't even have to tell her; she felt it. Intuitively and through the bond.

"HK and T3 are already on the ship. So is my stuff. Rations, weapons, tools..." he trailed off. A tear threatened break his cool facade. Bastila stroked his palm.

"Come now, you have to do it. You know you have to go," her moderately accented voice broke the silence. "I—I don't want you to go, but at the same time, I do. I don't want you to go because I'll worry, because I love you. I want you to go because it needs to be done. And because I love you. Do you understand?" She spoke softly.

Revan nodded, swinging his legs off of the bed. He retrieved his clothes off the floor and dressed methodically. Bastila got out off bed and dressed too. Her skin tight adaption of the Jedi tunic made her look as beautiful as ever. Not many would guess that Bastila had an abdomen just as toned as Revan's. Revan, of course, knew this well. He knew every inch of her and her body like the back of his hand. Bastila knew him and his body the same way.

He grabbed both of his double bladed sabers off nightstand. Force knows he'd need them, wherever he was going. Bastila clipped hers onto her belt. He offered his arm and Bastila clutched his bicep. They stayed like that for a few minutes, unable to walk out the door. Suddenly, she let go of his arm. Instead, she wrapped her left arm around his waist and Revan automatically put his around her shoulders. As if the position change moved a boulder, they walked out of the room, through the apartment, and out to the balcony landing pad, where the Ebon Hawk rested peacefully.

They stood in front of the Hawk, staring at it, reliving the good memories that are alive inside of it. Revan needed good memories to think about, with all the bad memories he had been having over the past months. Revan moved his arm to her waist and pulled her close. She turned and hugged him. He kept his hands on her lower back.

"I'll miss you," she whispered, eyes closed. She felt his fingers drum on her back from nervousness.

"I miss you already." Suddenly, Bastila chuckled.

"What?"

"You know that's not where you want your hands to be..." Revan caught her meaning and laughed a little too. His hands slid down.

"I love you," he said through a smile that she couldn't see. Bastila may not have been able to see the smile, but she heard it.

"You mean you love my ass."

"Well, that too." Revan pulled back a little, to look at her face. He didn't move his hands. "Princess, I love you, your ass, and your ability to fu-" her eyes widened as she interrupted.

"Revan!"

"..love me dry." Revan winked at Bastila as she smacked his arm. He gave her ass a small squeeze.

"Shut up and kiss me," Bastila said, fiercely. As per usual when Bastila uttered this expression, Revan obeyed.

'What exactly are you talking about?' His voice appeared in her head.

'The banter. You. The l-'

'The sex? Yeah, I'll miss it too.'

'I was going to say the love but, yes, I will miss the sex.' He smirked and broke the kiss.

"I'll be here when you get back." He gave her an unreadable smile. Bastila returned it. After one more ass squeeze, and one more kiss, Revan let go. He turned and jogged to the loading ramp of the Hawk. As it automatically opened, Revan yelled for T-3 to start her up. Clinging to a support bar, Revan whirled around to see Bastila watching him, arms folded neutrally over her chest.

"Good bye, Bastila Shan."

"Good bye, Revan Kraern."