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laniew1The ship was very obviously damaged. No visible signs of life and Count Dooku glanced over at the technician manning the controls sweeping the ship and waited for the life sign readings.
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 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21
Between Space & Time – Part 22
The ship was very obviously damaged. No visible signs of life and Count Dooku glanced over at the technician manning the controls sweeping the ship and waited for the life sign readings.
He really should have just had them destroy it. He wasn’t exactly sure what had stayed his hand and made him wait.
It was possible he would regret that decision later.
He’d thought about bringing the ship on board to have it thoroughly searched, but he had not even finished that thought before he decided that was not a wise idea.
He thought he had Obi-Wan firmly under his control; his only way of ensuring that his prisoner remained his prisoner was to limit his movements.
He only had to extend his senses the tiniest bit to feel Obi-Wan’s anger, his hatred. He had been contemplating not destroying him at all, he was powerful with his anger and there was that niggling bit of doubt that told him that Anakin would be easier to control and keep under control with Obi-Wan still alive.
And Obi-Wan had managed to keep himself alive despite Dooku’s best efforts to kill him; there was no one else that could lay claim to that fact.
He was talented with a lightsaber and without his memories he was easy to throw off balance. His only faith seemed to be in Anakin and the Jedi as a whole. Keeping him alive made so much more sense.
But he was also a thorn in his side because Anakin would swear loyalty to Obi-Wan before he’d swear loyalty to Dooku, though if Obi-Wan had sworn loyalty to him than Anakin would follow suit he was sure.
Keeping Obi-Wan alive seemed to be the only way to ensure that his goals were met.
“There are no life signs present on board the ship,” the technician spoke clearly. He looked over at Dooku awaiting his instructions.
Dooku himself stared at the viewing screen. The ship was familiar, but he had disabled Obi-Wan’s so that it couldn’t fly even if he got to it, no sense handing him another ship that might possibly work and allowing him to escape that way.
“Destroy it.”
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Ewan realized suddenly that the walls weren’t soundproof when a loud booming noise caused him to leap from his bed.
He wasn’t sure where he planned on going. The door was locked, he couldn’t get out. It was noise to know though, that if there was a battle he would be able to hear every sound of it.
He sat back down on the edge of the bed and rubbed at his temples. He had a headache now, a pounding one and he wondered if Count Dooku or one of the droids would be able to figure out what he wanted if he asked for a Tylenol.
Anakin was a steady presence in the back of his mind. Calm and reassuring. It was comforting.
Or would have been if Ewan didn’t know that every step closer he got to Ewan was another step closer to the Dark Side and Ewan’s subsequent death.
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Obi-Wan was scared, Anakin didn’t like knowing that. Didn’t like feeling it either.
Obi-Wan had never been scared, or if he had he had never allowed Anakin to see it. Now Anakin had a front row seat because every time he reached out to check and make sure Obi-Wan was still there he felt that fear.
And it wasn’t himself he was scared for, or at least not all for himself.
He was scared for Anakin and while Anakin knew it was very likely that they were walking into a trap as long as the trap got him on the same ship as Obi-Wan he would deal with it.
And Qui-Gon who was trying the last of his patience.
He also knew now why Qui-Gon had kept his robes tight around his body; he had been hiding the fact that he had Obi-Wan’s lightsaber hanging next to his on his belt.
He’d seen a glimpse of it when Qui-Gon had been distracted by something Mace Windu was saying and had allowed his robes to fall open. He’d closed them in a hurry but not before Anakin had seen.
“We’ll be in range of Count Dooku’s ship in a little more than an hour,” Mace kept his voice light and Anakin wondered if he was trying not to spook him.
Anakin nodded, eyes locked on Qui-Gon. There was no way he was letting the other man out of his sight until his had Obi-Wan’s lightsaber back.
“He’s not going anywhere,” Mace followed his gaze to where Qui-Gon was bent over a console staring at star maps, then returned his attention to Anakin.
“He has Obi-Wan’s lightsaber,” Anakin murmured quietly, Mace’s eyes snapped back to Qui-Gon.
“You’re sure?”
“I think I know what Obi-Wan’s lightsaber looks like,” and he did.
It was the same lightsaber that Obi-Wan had let him hold when he took him as his Padawan and explained the duties and responsibilities of a Jedi. Anakin could remember looking up at him with bright eyes and thinking that he wanted to be Obi-Wan when he grew up.
It was the same lightsaber that Obi-Wan had placed into his hands when he’d innocently asked just weeks into his training what the difference between a real lightsaber and training lightsaber was. It had been the weight and the knowledge that the lightsaber that he held in his hands could take life, as well as protect it.
That same lightsaber hung on Qui-Gon’s belt and Anakin wanted it back.
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Ewan was lying on his bed. He was bored out of his mind and would give anything for a book or a TV or a lousy script to read.
He wondered if Obi-Wan had been to any auditions or signed for anything or if he was taking an extended break from acting.
He kind of hoped for the extended break himself because he was fearful of what kind of taste Obi-Wan would have in prospective movies. Ewan himself had a tried and true way of deciding what he worked on and contrary to popular belief it had nothing to do with whether or not he could show off the family jewels on the big screen.
That was almost always a fluke
If he could read the script from beginning to end without wanting to gouge out his eyes with a rusty spoon he was almost sure to sign for it. Of course that didn’t work so well when you started filming and then rewrites started coming in and the new script ended up being something that made you want to gouge out your eyes with your bare hands.
That had happened twice in a row, so now if he liked a script he let Jude and Eve read it and if they managed to agree on it then he signed. Because Jude and Eve didn’t agree on anything, ever, except that he was sometimes a prick. But they both, sometimes, had impeccable taste in scripts for people other than themselves.
That hadn’t worked with Star Wars though; he’d not let either of them read the script for The Phantom Menace because he hadn’t wanted them to tell him it was crap and to turn it down.
Which they would have, he knew them. Jude, after the first movie, had come right out and told him that he could have done much better. But the lure of Star Wars and George Lucas and Obi-Wan Kenobi had been too great.
He’d been weak. Because the minute he’d been offered the part he hadn’t cared if it was good or bad. He was playing Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi, people would remember him for that for years.
It was a bit different now that he was actually being Obi-Wan Kenobi and people were trying to kill him.
He was still bored though. Who knew impending death could be this boring.
He tapped his fingers against the bed and wondered if he should change his clothes and clean up. He wondered who Dooku was going to get to kill him.
He wondered who was staring at him.
He sat up slowly. He could feel someone’s eyes on him. Could feel someone watching him and he looked around the room.
He was alone; the door made the ‘snick’ sound when it opened and it was still firmly closed. He stood and walked to the center of the room turning in a circle.
Up high on one wall he could see the grate for some sort of ventilation shaft; he’d never noticed it there before. In the first movie Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon Jinn had climbed into something similar to escape the Trade Federation ship.
He walked closer to it, standing on tiptoes trying to pretend he was taller than he actually was, so he could peer into it.
He’d just decided that he needed a chair in order to be able to see anything and had turned to grab one of the ones from the table in the center of the room when the grate came flying off the wall.
He ducked and it barely missed taking his head off, landing on the floor in front of him with a soft clatter.
“What the hell?” he whipped around.
Yoda was shimmying down the wall, Ewan just gaped at him.
“Master Kenobi,” Yoda nodded. “Still in one piece I’m glad to see you.”
Ewan still stared at him in disbelief. Because where the fuck had Yoda come from? Had he been on the ship this whole time?
“Best to leave now while we still have the chance,” Yoda motioned to the hole in Ewan’s wall.
“Where did you come from?” Ewan finally managed as Yoda pushed at his legs to get him moving in the general direction that he wanted him.
“Came by ship, boarded while Count Dooku and his crew were distracted by my ship.”
Ewan stopped. “Then how are we getting off this ship if your ship has been destroyed?”
Yoda pushed at his knees with his little stick and Ewan began moving again, then turned and went back for the chair.
Yoda might be able to manipulate the Force enough to fly into the hole but Ewan hadn’t even figured out a way to tell Anakin that he was walking into a trap so he needed a bit of help.
“Master Windu and Knight Skywalker are enroute with Qui-Gon Jinn.”
“Yeah, right into a trap that I’m the bait for.”
“Know this they do, still come they do.”
Yoda climbed the wall and Ewan watched with a bit of awe. He wondered if he would be able to do that someday.
“Much re-training you still need,” Yoda nodded. Ewan shook his head because obviously Dooku wasn’t the only one digging around in his head.
“I’m not going back to the school with the kids,” Ewan climbed onto the chair and jumped just enough to latch onto the edge of the hole. Yoda and the Force managed to pull him up and in. He scooted forward and Yoda did some wavy hand thing that pulled the grate back into place and pushed the chair back over to the table.
“That is so cool,” he couldn’t help himself. He was a fan boy. When he got out of this he was so getting an autographed picture of Yoda to hang on his wall.
“The younglings liked you,” Yoda led the way, walking upright while Ewan pulled himself along on his stomach. His arms were going to get a great workout.
“They stared at me; the ones at lunch wouldn’t even talk to me.”
“A bit nervous they were, to have a Jedi of your reputation among them. Better they will be when you return.”
Ewan made a noncommittal noise in response. “It would have been nice if I could have had just one class on how to use my lightsaber.”
“First class I think will be on how to not lose it.”
Ewan scowled. Yoda was a bit of a smart ass, he wouldn’t have known.
Also, “I didn’t lose my lightsaber. I was drugged and Qui-Gon took it from me while I was unconscious, that can’t be my fault.”
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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 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21
Between Space & Time – Part 22
The ship was very obviously damaged. No visible signs of life and Count Dooku glanced over at the technician manning the controls sweeping the ship and waited for the life sign readings.
He really should have just had them destroy it. He wasn’t exactly sure what had stayed his hand and made him wait.
It was possible he would regret that decision later.
He’d thought about bringing the ship on board to have it thoroughly searched, but he had not even finished that thought before he decided that was not a wise idea.
He thought he had Obi-Wan firmly under his control; his only way of ensuring that his prisoner remained his prisoner was to limit his movements.
He only had to extend his senses the tiniest bit to feel Obi-Wan’s anger, his hatred. He had been contemplating not destroying him at all, he was powerful with his anger and there was that niggling bit of doubt that told him that Anakin would be easier to control and keep under control with Obi-Wan still alive.
And Obi-Wan had managed to keep himself alive despite Dooku’s best efforts to kill him; there was no one else that could lay claim to that fact.
He was talented with a lightsaber and without his memories he was easy to throw off balance. His only faith seemed to be in Anakin and the Jedi as a whole. Keeping him alive made so much more sense.
But he was also a thorn in his side because Anakin would swear loyalty to Obi-Wan before he’d swear loyalty to Dooku, though if Obi-Wan had sworn loyalty to him than Anakin would follow suit he was sure.
Keeping Obi-Wan alive seemed to be the only way to ensure that his goals were met.
“There are no life signs present on board the ship,” the technician spoke clearly. He looked over at Dooku awaiting his instructions.
Dooku himself stared at the viewing screen. The ship was familiar, but he had disabled Obi-Wan’s so that it couldn’t fly even if he got to it, no sense handing him another ship that might possibly work and allowing him to escape that way.
“Destroy it.”
Ewan realized suddenly that the walls weren’t soundproof when a loud booming noise caused him to leap from his bed.
He wasn’t sure where he planned on going. The door was locked, he couldn’t get out. It was noise to know though, that if there was a battle he would be able to hear every sound of it.
He sat back down on the edge of the bed and rubbed at his temples. He had a headache now, a pounding one and he wondered if Count Dooku or one of the droids would be able to figure out what he wanted if he asked for a Tylenol.
Anakin was a steady presence in the back of his mind. Calm and reassuring. It was comforting.
Or would have been if Ewan didn’t know that every step closer he got to Ewan was another step closer to the Dark Side and Ewan’s subsequent death.
Obi-Wan was scared, Anakin didn’t like knowing that. Didn’t like feeling it either.
Obi-Wan had never been scared, or if he had he had never allowed Anakin to see it. Now Anakin had a front row seat because every time he reached out to check and make sure Obi-Wan was still there he felt that fear.
And it wasn’t himself he was scared for, or at least not all for himself.
He was scared for Anakin and while Anakin knew it was very likely that they were walking into a trap as long as the trap got him on the same ship as Obi-Wan he would deal with it.
And Qui-Gon who was trying the last of his patience.
He also knew now why Qui-Gon had kept his robes tight around his body; he had been hiding the fact that he had Obi-Wan’s lightsaber hanging next to his on his belt.
He’d seen a glimpse of it when Qui-Gon had been distracted by something Mace Windu was saying and had allowed his robes to fall open. He’d closed them in a hurry but not before Anakin had seen.
“We’ll be in range of Count Dooku’s ship in a little more than an hour,” Mace kept his voice light and Anakin wondered if he was trying not to spook him.
Anakin nodded, eyes locked on Qui-Gon. There was no way he was letting the other man out of his sight until his had Obi-Wan’s lightsaber back.
“He’s not going anywhere,” Mace followed his gaze to where Qui-Gon was bent over a console staring at star maps, then returned his attention to Anakin.
“He has Obi-Wan’s lightsaber,” Anakin murmured quietly, Mace’s eyes snapped back to Qui-Gon.
“You’re sure?”
“I think I know what Obi-Wan’s lightsaber looks like,” and he did.
It was the same lightsaber that Obi-Wan had let him hold when he took him as his Padawan and explained the duties and responsibilities of a Jedi. Anakin could remember looking up at him with bright eyes and thinking that he wanted to be Obi-Wan when he grew up.
It was the same lightsaber that Obi-Wan had placed into his hands when he’d innocently asked just weeks into his training what the difference between a real lightsaber and training lightsaber was. It had been the weight and the knowledge that the lightsaber that he held in his hands could take life, as well as protect it.
That same lightsaber hung on Qui-Gon’s belt and Anakin wanted it back.
Ewan was lying on his bed. He was bored out of his mind and would give anything for a book or a TV or a lousy script to read.
He wondered if Obi-Wan had been to any auditions or signed for anything or if he was taking an extended break from acting.
He kind of hoped for the extended break himself because he was fearful of what kind of taste Obi-Wan would have in prospective movies. Ewan himself had a tried and true way of deciding what he worked on and contrary to popular belief it had nothing to do with whether or not he could show off the family jewels on the big screen.
That was almost always a fluke
If he could read the script from beginning to end without wanting to gouge out his eyes with a rusty spoon he was almost sure to sign for it. Of course that didn’t work so well when you started filming and then rewrites started coming in and the new script ended up being something that made you want to gouge out your eyes with your bare hands.
That had happened twice in a row, so now if he liked a script he let Jude and Eve read it and if they managed to agree on it then he signed. Because Jude and Eve didn’t agree on anything, ever, except that he was sometimes a prick. But they both, sometimes, had impeccable taste in scripts for people other than themselves.
That hadn’t worked with Star Wars though; he’d not let either of them read the script for The Phantom Menace because he hadn’t wanted them to tell him it was crap and to turn it down.
Which they would have, he knew them. Jude, after the first movie, had come right out and told him that he could have done much better. But the lure of Star Wars and George Lucas and Obi-Wan Kenobi had been too great.
He’d been weak. Because the minute he’d been offered the part he hadn’t cared if it was good or bad. He was playing Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi, people would remember him for that for years.
It was a bit different now that he was actually being Obi-Wan Kenobi and people were trying to kill him.
He was still bored though. Who knew impending death could be this boring.
He tapped his fingers against the bed and wondered if he should change his clothes and clean up. He wondered who Dooku was going to get to kill him.
He wondered who was staring at him.
He sat up slowly. He could feel someone’s eyes on him. Could feel someone watching him and he looked around the room.
He was alone; the door made the ‘snick’ sound when it opened and it was still firmly closed. He stood and walked to the center of the room turning in a circle.
Up high on one wall he could see the grate for some sort of ventilation shaft; he’d never noticed it there before. In the first movie Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon Jinn had climbed into something similar to escape the Trade Federation ship.
He walked closer to it, standing on tiptoes trying to pretend he was taller than he actually was, so he could peer into it.
He’d just decided that he needed a chair in order to be able to see anything and had turned to grab one of the ones from the table in the center of the room when the grate came flying off the wall.
He ducked and it barely missed taking his head off, landing on the floor in front of him with a soft clatter.
“What the hell?” he whipped around.
Yoda was shimmying down the wall, Ewan just gaped at him.
“Master Kenobi,” Yoda nodded. “Still in one piece I’m glad to see you.”
Ewan still stared at him in disbelief. Because where the fuck had Yoda come from? Had he been on the ship this whole time?
“Best to leave now while we still have the chance,” Yoda motioned to the hole in Ewan’s wall.
“Where did you come from?” Ewan finally managed as Yoda pushed at his legs to get him moving in the general direction that he wanted him.
“Came by ship, boarded while Count Dooku and his crew were distracted by my ship.”
Ewan stopped. “Then how are we getting off this ship if your ship has been destroyed?”
Yoda pushed at his knees with his little stick and Ewan began moving again, then turned and went back for the chair.
Yoda might be able to manipulate the Force enough to fly into the hole but Ewan hadn’t even figured out a way to tell Anakin that he was walking into a trap so he needed a bit of help.
“Master Windu and Knight Skywalker are enroute with Qui-Gon Jinn.”
“Yeah, right into a trap that I’m the bait for.”
“Know this they do, still come they do.”
Yoda climbed the wall and Ewan watched with a bit of awe. He wondered if he would be able to do that someday.
“Much re-training you still need,” Yoda nodded. Ewan shook his head because obviously Dooku wasn’t the only one digging around in his head.
“I’m not going back to the school with the kids,” Ewan climbed onto the chair and jumped just enough to latch onto the edge of the hole. Yoda and the Force managed to pull him up and in. He scooted forward and Yoda did some wavy hand thing that pulled the grate back into place and pushed the chair back over to the table.
“That is so cool,” he couldn’t help himself. He was a fan boy. When he got out of this he was so getting an autographed picture of Yoda to hang on his wall.
“The younglings liked you,” Yoda led the way, walking upright while Ewan pulled himself along on his stomach. His arms were going to get a great workout.
“They stared at me; the ones at lunch wouldn’t even talk to me.”
“A bit nervous they were, to have a Jedi of your reputation among them. Better they will be when you return.”
Ewan made a noncommittal noise in response. “It would have been nice if I could have had just one class on how to use my lightsaber.”
“First class I think will be on how to not lose it.”
Ewan scowled. Yoda was a bit of a smart ass, he wouldn’t have known.
Also, “I didn’t lose my lightsaber. I was drugged and Qui-Gon took it from me while I was unconscious, that can’t be my fault.”
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Date: 2005-08-17 03:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-17 03:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-17 04:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-17 04:28 pm (UTC)LMAOO. Only Ewan.
And I seriously fell out of my chair laughing my ass off when Yoda came out of that vent. Awesome!!!!!
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Date: 2005-08-17 04:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-17 04:48 pm (UTC)I can't wait for more. Hurry hurry!
<3
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Date: 2005-08-17 04:57 pm (UTC)Yoda is amazing, as usual.
And Ewan as a fan boy? *lol*
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Date: 2005-08-17 05:02 pm (UTC)Will Ewan finally master the force? Will he and Anakin finally get a little nookie before Obi-Wan comes back permanently?
Only time may tell. D:
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Date: 2005-08-17 07:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-17 07:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-17 08:20 pm (UTC)ahahaha!! this one killed me ded..
thank you for sharing yet another priceless moment!
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Date: 2005-08-17 09:00 pm (UTC)Yoda rocks, and Ewan is coping... somewhat gracefully. Love the twisty turns.
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Date: 2005-08-18 12:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-18 12:47 am (UTC)There's just not enough love for that little green dude.
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Date: 2005-08-18 07:50 am (UTC)Yoda was a complete surprise but a welcome and amusing one. Ewan acting like a child was even better.
I am still anxious over Anakin - will he or won't he fall? Especially since he Qui-gon has Anakin's lightsabre. I am looking forward to a duel between them.
Jadwiga
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Date: 2005-08-18 01:15 pm (UTC)This was great. Keep it coming! I love this story.