Revered and Reviled

The servitor knelt before her, although to anyone watching, it would seem he was fixing a buckle on his shoes. With a soft word of thanks, the servitor left. Revan watched him leave with a soft smile. She turned to leave the clinic, and bumped into someone.
"Alek!" Revan put her hands on his chest to steady herself. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" said Alek furiously. "What are you doing here, Revan? This is a fertility clinic! Are you… "
Revan laughed, with a toss of her golden hair. Her cold blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "I was helping someone, Alek. Come, let's get away from here before someone else sees us and thinks something equally ridiculous." She threaded her arm through his, and pulled him away from the medical facility, and started back towards the Enclave. "I can't believe I didn't notice you following me," she laughed.
Alek could tell she was angry, not at him, but at herself. "You were probably distracted."
Revan looked up at him. "I was donating some eggs and genetic material." She watched him for his reaction.
"Eggs? Why?" Alek was confused, but relieved. The Council did not take kindly to students breaking their vows, but even less did they approve of the destruction of the unborn.
Revan looked around before answering. "Because my bloodline is important to my people. They want to make sure it continues, even though I can never marry and have children."
"Your people? I thought you didn't know where you came from!"
Revan smiled again, a slight twist to her humor. "I've been told to forget it, and asked to never mention it to the other students, so I don't. I was taken away as a child, and now I'm trying to avoid a civil war on my homeworld because there isn't anyone left with the right genes."
"Your world doesn't have a democracy or a republic?"
Revan shook her head.
"I didn't think there were any worlds in Republic space that were still so backwards. No offense."
"None taken," said Revan cheerfully. "They're not part of the Republic, and never will be. We should stop talking about it now," she said hurriedly, and pulled away from him. The student halls and the main buildings of the Enclave were now in sight.
Alek sighed. "You know you can trust me, Revan."
She looked up at him, curiously. "Yes, I do know that, Alek. I have no choice but to trust you, at this point. And yet, your reasons are suspect."
He blushed. "Well, I hope I can trust you, as well."
"You can," she assured him. "But Alek…." She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling in her pale face. "You really have no idea how dangerous this is. You must be careful of yourself."
He looked at her, but didn't answer right away. Standing here, in the shadow of the Jedi Enclave, he couldn't say what he wanted to say. He could only feel it, and know that she would feel it too. Their natures were too similar, their spirits too close, for her not to feel his emotions at a time like this.
"You must be careful of yourself, Alek," she repeated, and entered the Enclave without speaking again.
He waited a few days before bringing it up again. They were in the local droid shop, where Revan was going over a new set of catalogs that had just come in. Alek was leaning over her, pretending to read.
"Revan?" His voice was low, not quite a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Why do they need your eggs?"
She didn't look up from the datapad. "It's a little complicated, Alek. Technically," her voice was just as low as his, an almost-whisper that only he could hear, "I'm a clone. Just not an exact one." She looked up at him, her blue eyes bright beneath her long, dark lashes. "They need the material so that the next copy doesn't have the same flaws that I do."
Alek considered. "That's the first time I've ever heard someone refer to the Force as a flaw."
She smiled, her bright red lips curving sweetly in her pale face. "Believe me, Alek, it is a great flaw." She brought up the next screen of personal combat droids. "Alek, please don't dwell on this anymore. It isn't … good. For either of us."
"Of course, Revan."