Knights of the Old Republic

Khara was curled up in Atton's lap in the pilot's chair, their feet propped on the console, as the Ebon Hawk flew through space. He tightened his arms around her and snuggled his nose into her neck. She smiled softly and looked out at the amber nebula surrounded by blackness. They were sailing into the Unknown Regions to find Revan, that's what she had said. He didn't care, as long as he was with her.

He gently took hold of one of her hands, wrapped with bandages, and ran his thumb across her knuckles. She tilted her head back against him and he planted a kiss on her cheek. She turned her head toward his and he kissed her deeply, hungrily, and then they went back to watching the stars.

Khara was different…but so was he. And in the months—the years to come, she would need him, and he would be there for her. And, even if it killed him, he would get her back to the day where she smiled freely and said, "I am happy." He wouldn't settle for anything less.

Because when it came to pazaak, Atton Rand always went for it all.

Author's Note: I am happy to declare this story...complete! Finally. I know it took forever. My deepest apologies. Thank you for sticking with me through it all! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you next time!