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laniew1Right then, so the two chapters I promised you for today? You’re only getting one unfortunately; the other wasn’t meshing as well as I would have liked so I’m going to play with it for a bit, it will probably go up tomorrow, but might possibly not go up till Wednesday.
Ewan rubbed at his forehead, he had a bit of a headache coming on. All those Star Trek episodes that he’d watched and now all he really wanted to do was string William Shatner and his ilk up by their fingertips for making him think space travel was cool.
TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: nothing yet, will end up (eventually) Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18
Between Space & Time – Part 19
Space the final frontier.
Ewan rubbed at his forehead, he had a bit of a headache coming on. All those Star Trek episodes that he’d watched and now all he really wanted to do was string William Shatner and his ilk up by their fingertips for making him think space travel was cool
Of course, when he’d watched the shows and had fantasized about being a space captain he’d been thinking more along the lines of a ship he could move around in, pretty aliens to have sex with and Jude and Jonny to watch his back.
He didn’t think he’d ever thought about the fact that space was vast and if you didn’t know where you were going or have a navigator who knew where he was going, that you were almost positive to end up lost and/or dead.
He stared at the labels under the controls and willed them to make sense.
Because they weren’t making any, and they hadn’t for the entire length of time that he’d been glaring at them.
… most of the controls are marked.
Ewan snorted, because yeah they were marked. Just not in English or any other language that Ewan could speak or read.
There was one in particular that was worrisome to him and that was the one that he couldn’t decide was reading fuel or air but either way he knew he was in deep, deep shit.
He was either going to end up floating in the middle of nowhere and starving to death or he was going to end up suffocating and floating in the middle of nowhere.
And he wasn’t sure but he thought both of them would be painful and neither had been on his top ten list of activities to do before he died.
Also he was kind of tired but he was afraid that if he fell asleep he’d never wake up again. And while Obi-Wan had seemed calm and together being stuck in that half way point, bright room place Ewan figured he wouldn’t be able to pull it off.
He rubbed at his eyes, trying not to think about how much they ached and how especially fucking bored he was on top of the being tired.
God really hated him and Ewan couldn’t for the life of him figure out why that was. He’d not done anything especially deserving of this sort of wrath.
He couldn’t remember ever really thinking about it when he was an adult, but when he’d been a mere child he’d gone through a very long space/astronaut phase and he’d always kind of figured that being in space in a spaceship would be kind of exciting…
It wasn’t, it was boring and the scenery was only interesting for like the first couple of hours.
To keep himself awake he’d resorted to reciting the dialogue from all three prequels. He’d even included the special effect noises and hummed portions of the soundtrack.
He’d started with The Phantom Menace, trying to determine at what exact moment the movie veered from what had happened in this increasingly odd universe.
Obviously they’d found Anakin, so that was still the same.
But he’d yet to figure out where exactly Qui-Gon had abandoned Obi-Wan.
Had it been in front of the Jedi Council? Had Qui-Gon repudiated Obi-Wan and taken Anakin as his Padawan in spite of Yoda and Mace Windu’s disapproval?
But that couldn’t be the case because Anakin had been Obi-Wan’s apprentice and there had obviously been no deathbed promise made for Obi-Wan to feel obligated to train the boy.
It made his brain hurt, because Qui-Gon, the way that Liam had played him, wouldn’t have abandoned Obi-Wan Ewan didn’t think.
He would have waited for Obi-Wan to take his trials and would have taken Anakin after.
He hoped.
But things were already so different in this universe.
Padmé seemed to have a few screws loose, who was to say that Qui-Gon Jinn didn’t have just as many.
So he’d given up on trying to figure out where exactly the movie had diverged and instead had begun reciting The Attack of the Clones to keep himself awake, chuckling to himself because wow, George had some cheesy dialogue going on.
He tried to remember if he’d thought it was this cheesy when they’d been filming and decided that he’d been so excited about the fact that he was pretty much playing a young Alec Guinness that he really hadn’t minded.
He giggled (obviously due to oxygen deprivation) when he muttered Anakin and Padmé’s lines, because here they would have much rather killed each other than professed their undying love for each other.
Of course there was also Obi-Wan’s lines professing his love for Anakin and he wondered if George had known that the words all spoken together like they were, were going to make it sound like Obi-Wan and Anakin had been having a much deeper ‘relationship’ than they what was shown on screen.
He rubbed his face and closed his eyes. Only resting them, he mumbled to himself.
And he didn’t care if Anakin picked on him for the rest of his life and that Obi-Wan would be pissed because he hadn’t managed to rescue himself (he’d got off the fucking ship on his own that should get him some points or something) he wanted Anakin to show up right fucking now.
“Anakin.”
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The room felt like Obi-Wan.
Warm, familiar and Anakin wrapped the feelings around him. Because even with Obi-Wan being separated from the Force he could pick up faint traces of his Force signature all around him and it was reassuring.
He spared a moment to glare at Qui-Gon Jinn, the former Jedi was sitting cross-legged across from him, the room was tiny.
Obi-Wan would have hated being confined to it, he liked wide open spaces. Anakin was sure there was a story there somewhere that had not yet been shared with him.
In the doorway Mace Windu stood, lightsaber out and ready. Anakin wasn’t sure if he was there to make sure Qui-Gon didn’t try to escape or to make sure that Anakin didn’t try to kill him.
Padmé had been returned to her room where guards, her own guards at that, had been stationed to make sure she didn’t try to plot something else that would ultimately place Obi-Wan in danger.
Anakin wasn’t taking anything for granted at this point; one of her guards was outside her door and one of the Chancellors guards had been assigned to stand beside them.
“You’ve grown up,” Qui-Gon smiled at him.
“Time has a habit of continuing to plod along even when you get betrayed by someone you trust,” Anakin growled.
“I didn’t betray you Anakin,” Qui-Gon looked almost wistful, Anakin didn’t need to look at the door to see that Mace was paying very close attention. “Someone just made me open my eyes and see what was right in front of me.”
“I was right in front of you, as was Obi-Wan and the Jedi and the people of Naboo that were depending on you to help free them.”
“There was no freedom,” Qui-Gon said absently, he rubbed at a mark on the floor. “There was only death… my death.”
“So instead you chose to let your Padawan fight a Sith alone,” Mace Windu said forcefully.
“I knew Obi-Wan could defeat him,” Qui-Gon locked eyes with Anakin, something in them pleading with Anakin to understand.
Anakin didn’t care.
He just knew that Obi-Wan had faced Darth Maul alone when he should have had his Master beside him, behind him, watching his back as he fought, protecting him when he went down. “I knew that he would train you.”
Anakin looked away, hands on his knees he closed his eyes.
He always found it easier to meditate when Obi-Wan was there, because Obi-Wan was his calm, his center. Since Obi-Wan wasn’t there this room that smelled like him and felt like him was the next best thing.
He took a deep breath and prayed for guidance. Prayed for something to lead him to Obi-Wan.
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“You worry me,” Ewan wanted to laugh, instead he opened his eyes and saw Obi-Wan sitting next to him a wry expression on his face.
“I worry you?” Ewan muttered. “Who do you think got us in the situation in the first place?!”
Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow at him and Ewan growled.
“You’re the one that got poisoned,” Ewan grumbled. “I was just laying there on my couch listening to Jude bitch about Sienna and then I’m here.”
“And why do you think that is?” Obi-Wan asked grimly. “This happened not just because of my poisoning; you were only able to be pulled into my body because something was wrong with yours.”
Ewan blinked at him, “I’m not dead am I?”
“No, your friend Jude came by, found you and called for help,” Obi-Wan tilted his head. “When I woke up in your body you were in the Healers Ward.”
“Hospital,” Ewan corrected. “I’m… there’s something wrong with me?”
“Not any longer, your Healers said something about an allergic reaction to something that you ate or drank. We were actually released a little bit ago. I’d actually just returned to your home, your Jude made me lay down for a nap and here we are.”
Ewan rubbed his head.
“You didn’t think to mention the last time we were here that I was in a fucking hospital?”
“You had enough to worry about; you didn’t need to worry about something that inconsequential.”
“I still think you could have mentioned it, ‘Ewan I woke up and your body was in the hospital’. Its not that fucking hard, it’s only like eleven words, it would have taken a mere second to spit it out. But no, instead I get lectures on escaping on a spaceship that I can’t fly instead of waiting for someone to come help us.”
“We can not begin to rely on Anakin to always be there.”
“Why not? What’s so wrong about leaning on someone and allowing them to help and take care of you?”
“Because we are Jedi…”
Ewan snorted. “Because we’re Jedi,” Ewan mimicked sarcastically. “Need I remind you that you are in a relationship with Anakin. Isn’t that supposed to be against your precious Jedi code or something?”
Obi-Wan looked at him blankly. “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.”
“The Jedi code, you know the one,” Obi-Wan continued to stare blankly at him, Ewan wondered if this to was different. Maybe they didn’t have a Jedi Code here?” The one about having no emotional entanglements.”
The not understanding look that Obi-Wan was sporting was very disconcerting, Ewan didn’t like it. “There is nothing in any of our laws that says that we cannot be together, that we cannot be in a relationship and love and care for each other.”
“But…” Ewan stared at him, he was almost positive that it had been in the movies, that Anakin and Padmé’s relationship and subsequent marriage had been against everything in the Jedi’s Code.
Then he forcibly reminded himself that he wasn’t in the movies that he had filmed (Qui-Gon being alive and Padmé being insane the notable differences between the universe he knew and this one that only matched it because of the names of the characters involved) he was in some sort of alternate fucked up dimension.
Someone really needed to give him a cliff notes version of what this universe expected him to be and how it expected him to behave.
“Then why?” he asked in a bewildered voice, because if Anakin and Obi-wan could be open and upfront about their relationship why weren’t they.
Why wouldn’t Obi-Wan allow the other man to help him, take care of him?
“Anakin is a very possessive lover.”
“Really I hadn’t noticed,” Ewan rolled his eyes. Obi-Wan ignored him; he was getting to be really good at that.
“If Anakin had his way we would no longer be in the field, we would be sitting safely ensconced in a plastic box that could cause no harm or injury,” Obi-Wan eyed at him. Possibly he was aware that Ewan had pretty much been letting Anakin do whatever he deemed necessary. “You cannot allow him to take over our relationship. We take care of ourselves to prove to him and to us that we are still able to.”
“But you hide your relationship,” Ewan stated evenly. And he knew this was the truth. Anakin had always pulled away, not touched him or kissed him when there was someone in the vicinity.
“We do not; we just choose not to flaunt it,” Obi-Wan ran a hand over his beard. “If people knew that we were in a relationship there might possibly be a fear that we will choose to protect each other instead of protecting those that we are sent to protect.”
They stared at each other.
“So you did manage to escape Qui-Gon Jinn?” he finally asked.
Ewan nodded slowly. “There’s just one little problem with that.”
Obi-Wan eyed him expectantly.
“Well I can’t fly the ship for one thing, so that was kind of stupid. I also have no clue where I am. The controls are marked but not in any language that I can read. I still have that collar thing on… and…”
Obi-Wan had been paling slowly as Ewan spoke. “And?”
“Well I think I’m almost out of either fuel or air,” Ewan dragged a hand through his hair. “I can’t read the controls so I’m not sure which.”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, and the world around them… that bright place quivered.
Ewan wondered briefly if Obi-Wan was doing that, but then Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open and he knew it wasn’t him.
Ewan wrapped his arms around himself. It felt like someone was walking over his grave which he really hoped wasn’t the case.
Obi-Wan stared over his shoulder, eyes wide in shock and that made Ewan shiver. He didn’t like the look of shock on Obi-Wan’s face and Ewan turned slowly to see what he was looking at.
His own eyes widening at the sight before them.
“What the…?”
Anakin sat in the middle of the floor a short distance from them, cross-legged, eyes closed. Form hazy and see through. He looked like a ghost.
He shouldn’t be here.
Obi-Wan moved slightly and suddenly he was crouching right next to where Ewan was still sitting.
Anakin’s eyes opened slowly and widened and he mouthed Obi-Wan’s name, Ewan tried not to mind that Anakin’s first thought was of Obi-Wan, because that was who Anakin thought he was. That was who Anakin wanted.
It shouldn’t have hurt and he definitely shouldn’t have felt jealous… because he was Obi-Wan while he was in that universe; and it was probably insane but just once he wanted to hear Anakin speak his name.
His true name.
“Anakin.”
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Ewan rubbed at his forehead, he had a bit of a headache coming on. All those Star Trek episodes that he’d watched and now all he really wanted to do was string William Shatner and his ilk up by their fingertips for making him think space travel was cool.
TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: nothing yet, will end up (eventually) Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18
Between Space & Time – Part 19
Space the final frontier.
Ewan rubbed at his forehead, he had a bit of a headache coming on. All those Star Trek episodes that he’d watched and now all he really wanted to do was string William Shatner and his ilk up by their fingertips for making him think space travel was cool
Of course, when he’d watched the shows and had fantasized about being a space captain he’d been thinking more along the lines of a ship he could move around in, pretty aliens to have sex with and Jude and Jonny to watch his back.
He didn’t think he’d ever thought about the fact that space was vast and if you didn’t know where you were going or have a navigator who knew where he was going, that you were almost positive to end up lost and/or dead.
He stared at the labels under the controls and willed them to make sense.
Because they weren’t making any, and they hadn’t for the entire length of time that he’d been glaring at them.
… most of the controls are marked.
Ewan snorted, because yeah they were marked. Just not in English or any other language that Ewan could speak or read.
There was one in particular that was worrisome to him and that was the one that he couldn’t decide was reading fuel or air but either way he knew he was in deep, deep shit.
He was either going to end up floating in the middle of nowhere and starving to death or he was going to end up suffocating and floating in the middle of nowhere.
And he wasn’t sure but he thought both of them would be painful and neither had been on his top ten list of activities to do before he died.
Also he was kind of tired but he was afraid that if he fell asleep he’d never wake up again. And while Obi-Wan had seemed calm and together being stuck in that half way point, bright room place Ewan figured he wouldn’t be able to pull it off.
He rubbed at his eyes, trying not to think about how much they ached and how especially fucking bored he was on top of the being tired.
God really hated him and Ewan couldn’t for the life of him figure out why that was. He’d not done anything especially deserving of this sort of wrath.
He couldn’t remember ever really thinking about it when he was an adult, but when he’d been a mere child he’d gone through a very long space/astronaut phase and he’d always kind of figured that being in space in a spaceship would be kind of exciting…
It wasn’t, it was boring and the scenery was only interesting for like the first couple of hours.
To keep himself awake he’d resorted to reciting the dialogue from all three prequels. He’d even included the special effect noises and hummed portions of the soundtrack.
He’d started with The Phantom Menace, trying to determine at what exact moment the movie veered from what had happened in this increasingly odd universe.
Obviously they’d found Anakin, so that was still the same.
But he’d yet to figure out where exactly Qui-Gon had abandoned Obi-Wan.
Had it been in front of the Jedi Council? Had Qui-Gon repudiated Obi-Wan and taken Anakin as his Padawan in spite of Yoda and Mace Windu’s disapproval?
But that couldn’t be the case because Anakin had been Obi-Wan’s apprentice and there had obviously been no deathbed promise made for Obi-Wan to feel obligated to train the boy.
It made his brain hurt, because Qui-Gon, the way that Liam had played him, wouldn’t have abandoned Obi-Wan Ewan didn’t think.
He would have waited for Obi-Wan to take his trials and would have taken Anakin after.
He hoped.
But things were already so different in this universe.
Padmé seemed to have a few screws loose, who was to say that Qui-Gon Jinn didn’t have just as many.
So he’d given up on trying to figure out where exactly the movie had diverged and instead had begun reciting The Attack of the Clones to keep himself awake, chuckling to himself because wow, George had some cheesy dialogue going on.
He tried to remember if he’d thought it was this cheesy when they’d been filming and decided that he’d been so excited about the fact that he was pretty much playing a young Alec Guinness that he really hadn’t minded.
He giggled (obviously due to oxygen deprivation) when he muttered Anakin and Padmé’s lines, because here they would have much rather killed each other than professed their undying love for each other.
Of course there was also Obi-Wan’s lines professing his love for Anakin and he wondered if George had known that the words all spoken together like they were, were going to make it sound like Obi-Wan and Anakin had been having a much deeper ‘relationship’ than they what was shown on screen.
He rubbed his face and closed his eyes. Only resting them, he mumbled to himself.
And he didn’t care if Anakin picked on him for the rest of his life and that Obi-Wan would be pissed because he hadn’t managed to rescue himself (he’d got off the fucking ship on his own that should get him some points or something) he wanted Anakin to show up right fucking now.
“Anakin.”
The room felt like Obi-Wan.
Warm, familiar and Anakin wrapped the feelings around him. Because even with Obi-Wan being separated from the Force he could pick up faint traces of his Force signature all around him and it was reassuring.
He spared a moment to glare at Qui-Gon Jinn, the former Jedi was sitting cross-legged across from him, the room was tiny.
Obi-Wan would have hated being confined to it, he liked wide open spaces. Anakin was sure there was a story there somewhere that had not yet been shared with him.
In the doorway Mace Windu stood, lightsaber out and ready. Anakin wasn’t sure if he was there to make sure Qui-Gon didn’t try to escape or to make sure that Anakin didn’t try to kill him.
Padmé had been returned to her room where guards, her own guards at that, had been stationed to make sure she didn’t try to plot something else that would ultimately place Obi-Wan in danger.
Anakin wasn’t taking anything for granted at this point; one of her guards was outside her door and one of the Chancellors guards had been assigned to stand beside them.
“You’ve grown up,” Qui-Gon smiled at him.
“Time has a habit of continuing to plod along even when you get betrayed by someone you trust,” Anakin growled.
“I didn’t betray you Anakin,” Qui-Gon looked almost wistful, Anakin didn’t need to look at the door to see that Mace was paying very close attention. “Someone just made me open my eyes and see what was right in front of me.”
“I was right in front of you, as was Obi-Wan and the Jedi and the people of Naboo that were depending on you to help free them.”
“There was no freedom,” Qui-Gon said absently, he rubbed at a mark on the floor. “There was only death… my death.”
“So instead you chose to let your Padawan fight a Sith alone,” Mace Windu said forcefully.
“I knew Obi-Wan could defeat him,” Qui-Gon locked eyes with Anakin, something in them pleading with Anakin to understand.
Anakin didn’t care.
He just knew that Obi-Wan had faced Darth Maul alone when he should have had his Master beside him, behind him, watching his back as he fought, protecting him when he went down. “I knew that he would train you.”
Anakin looked away, hands on his knees he closed his eyes.
He always found it easier to meditate when Obi-Wan was there, because Obi-Wan was his calm, his center. Since Obi-Wan wasn’t there this room that smelled like him and felt like him was the next best thing.
He took a deep breath and prayed for guidance. Prayed for something to lead him to Obi-Wan.
“You worry me,” Ewan wanted to laugh, instead he opened his eyes and saw Obi-Wan sitting next to him a wry expression on his face.
“I worry you?” Ewan muttered. “Who do you think got us in the situation in the first place?!”
Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow at him and Ewan growled.
“You’re the one that got poisoned,” Ewan grumbled. “I was just laying there on my couch listening to Jude bitch about Sienna and then I’m here.”
“And why do you think that is?” Obi-Wan asked grimly. “This happened not just because of my poisoning; you were only able to be pulled into my body because something was wrong with yours.”
Ewan blinked at him, “I’m not dead am I?”
“No, your friend Jude came by, found you and called for help,” Obi-Wan tilted his head. “When I woke up in your body you were in the Healers Ward.”
“Hospital,” Ewan corrected. “I’m… there’s something wrong with me?”
“Not any longer, your Healers said something about an allergic reaction to something that you ate or drank. We were actually released a little bit ago. I’d actually just returned to your home, your Jude made me lay down for a nap and here we are.”
Ewan rubbed his head.
“You didn’t think to mention the last time we were here that I was in a fucking hospital?”
“You had enough to worry about; you didn’t need to worry about something that inconsequential.”
“I still think you could have mentioned it, ‘Ewan I woke up and your body was in the hospital’. Its not that fucking hard, it’s only like eleven words, it would have taken a mere second to spit it out. But no, instead I get lectures on escaping on a spaceship that I can’t fly instead of waiting for someone to come help us.”
“We can not begin to rely on Anakin to always be there.”
“Why not? What’s so wrong about leaning on someone and allowing them to help and take care of you?”
“Because we are Jedi…”
Ewan snorted. “Because we’re Jedi,” Ewan mimicked sarcastically. “Need I remind you that you are in a relationship with Anakin. Isn’t that supposed to be against your precious Jedi code or something?”
Obi-Wan looked at him blankly. “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.”
“The Jedi code, you know the one,” Obi-Wan continued to stare blankly at him, Ewan wondered if this to was different. Maybe they didn’t have a Jedi Code here?” The one about having no emotional entanglements.”
The not understanding look that Obi-Wan was sporting was very disconcerting, Ewan didn’t like it. “There is nothing in any of our laws that says that we cannot be together, that we cannot be in a relationship and love and care for each other.”
“But…” Ewan stared at him, he was almost positive that it had been in the movies, that Anakin and Padmé’s relationship and subsequent marriage had been against everything in the Jedi’s Code.
Then he forcibly reminded himself that he wasn’t in the movies that he had filmed (Qui-Gon being alive and Padmé being insane the notable differences between the universe he knew and this one that only matched it because of the names of the characters involved) he was in some sort of alternate fucked up dimension.
Someone really needed to give him a cliff notes version of what this universe expected him to be and how it expected him to behave.
“Then why?” he asked in a bewildered voice, because if Anakin and Obi-wan could be open and upfront about their relationship why weren’t they.
Why wouldn’t Obi-Wan allow the other man to help him, take care of him?
“Anakin is a very possessive lover.”
“Really I hadn’t noticed,” Ewan rolled his eyes. Obi-Wan ignored him; he was getting to be really good at that.
“If Anakin had his way we would no longer be in the field, we would be sitting safely ensconced in a plastic box that could cause no harm or injury,” Obi-Wan eyed at him. Possibly he was aware that Ewan had pretty much been letting Anakin do whatever he deemed necessary. “You cannot allow him to take over our relationship. We take care of ourselves to prove to him and to us that we are still able to.”
“But you hide your relationship,” Ewan stated evenly. And he knew this was the truth. Anakin had always pulled away, not touched him or kissed him when there was someone in the vicinity.
“We do not; we just choose not to flaunt it,” Obi-Wan ran a hand over his beard. “If people knew that we were in a relationship there might possibly be a fear that we will choose to protect each other instead of protecting those that we are sent to protect.”
They stared at each other.
“So you did manage to escape Qui-Gon Jinn?” he finally asked.
Ewan nodded slowly. “There’s just one little problem with that.”
Obi-Wan eyed him expectantly.
“Well I can’t fly the ship for one thing, so that was kind of stupid. I also have no clue where I am. The controls are marked but not in any language that I can read. I still have that collar thing on… and…”
Obi-Wan had been paling slowly as Ewan spoke. “And?”
“Well I think I’m almost out of either fuel or air,” Ewan dragged a hand through his hair. “I can’t read the controls so I’m not sure which.”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, and the world around them… that bright place quivered.
Ewan wondered briefly if Obi-Wan was doing that, but then Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open and he knew it wasn’t him.
Ewan wrapped his arms around himself. It felt like someone was walking over his grave which he really hoped wasn’t the case.
Obi-Wan stared over his shoulder, eyes wide in shock and that made Ewan shiver. He didn’t like the look of shock on Obi-Wan’s face and Ewan turned slowly to see what he was looking at.
His own eyes widening at the sight before them.
“What the…?”
Anakin sat in the middle of the floor a short distance from them, cross-legged, eyes closed. Form hazy and see through. He looked like a ghost.
He shouldn’t be here.
Obi-Wan moved slightly and suddenly he was crouching right next to where Ewan was still sitting.
Anakin’s eyes opened slowly and widened and he mouthed Obi-Wan’s name, Ewan tried not to mind that Anakin’s first thought was of Obi-Wan, because that was who Anakin thought he was. That was who Anakin wanted.
It shouldn’t have hurt and he definitely shouldn’t have felt jealous… because he was Obi-Wan while he was in that universe; and it was probably insane but just once he wanted to hear Anakin speak his name.
His true name.
“Anakin.”
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Date: 2005-08-08 01:13 pm (UTC)Good luck with part 20. :)
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Date: 2005-08-08 01:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-08 02:02 pm (UTC)I also love, "Anakin is a very possessive lover."
*snerk* No shit. *giggles more*
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Date: 2005-08-08 02:07 pm (UTC)I adore possessive Anakin.
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Date: 2005-08-08 02:18 pm (UTC)... ... i can't believe he's complaining about "boredom" when he's about to die. oh wait, actuallyi can. it's Ewan. lololol!!112123 it's JUST like him! XD
and, whoa. liek, the ending.. now THAT was a helluva cliffhanger!
thank you for sharing yet another fantabulous chapter!
♥
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Date: 2005-08-08 03:06 pm (UTC)Wooptastic another great chapter. Jee I hope you post again soon.
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Date: 2005-08-08 05:00 pm (UTC)More please? *grins*
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Date: 2005-08-08 05:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-08 08:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-08 11:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-09 12:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-09 11:56 am (UTC)So now Anakin is where they are? I really want to see wehre this leads.
Ewan is feeling jealous. *smirk* This could be interesting.
Jadwiga - more please!
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Date: 2005-08-09 03:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-09 09:51 pm (UTC)