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laniew1So I’m back. Work was interesting, Elf-Con was fun (Elijah Wood has to be one of the most adorable people I’ve ever met in my entire life)… have a new chapter.
Following Yoda through the tunnel maze of ventilation shafts was not Ewan’s idea of a fun time. Ironically he would much rather be sitting back in his lavish cell waiting for Count Dooku to arrive and tell him it was time to die.
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 /
Part 22
Between Space & Time – Part 23
Following Yoda through the tunnel maze of ventilation shafts was not Ewan’s idea of a fun time. Ironically he would much rather be sitting back in his lavish cell waiting for Count Dooku to arrive and tell him it was time to die.
And it wasn’t because he wanted to die.
He didn’t. He really didn’t.
He at least wanted to live long enough to actually go home.
What he didn’t want to be was crawling through shafts there were designed for someone Yoda’s size to traverse, not Ewan’s.
His arms hurt, it was becoming more and more apparent that no one obviously cleaned the ventilation shafts because he was sweaty and he felt grimy and he could have sworn he had just shoved his hand in some kind of animal droppings.
He didn’t stop to look. Mostly because he was afraid he would lose Yoda, but also because the droppings had been quite large, about the size of his hand.
He really didn’t want to run the risk of actually meeting the creature that had made them.
At least not unless he had a blaster or lightsaber in his hand and knew how to use it to defend themselves.
“Are we there yet?” he grumbled. He knew he sounded whiny, knew he sounded like an impatient child.
He didn’t care.
Besides Yoda ignored him anyway, continuing to walk as upright as Yoda got. He had a good inch of space left above him, if he so chose he could probably stand up totally straight.
Ewan on the other hand would have had to have been cut off at the waist in order to do that. And he still wouldn’t have been able to walk (with the not having any legs thing) so his arms would still have hurt.
“This kind of sucks you know.”
“Quiet you must be unless you want Count Dooku to know where we are,” Yoda reprimanded him softly.
Ewan froze, he hadn’t even thought about that. About the fact that they were still on a ship with a psychotic Sith Master that was bound and determined to kill him once Anakin and Qui-Gon arrived.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He raised a hand to run it through his hair and realized a split second before he would have touched his head that his hands were filthy and kind of stunk and lowered it back to the ground.
He would have sold his soul for a shower (though not literally), he at the very least wanted a wet flannel, some soap and somewhere private to scrub himself down. He wished hard for the days of personal assistants instead he got Yoda who quite definitely did not fit the bill.
Also he would now have to scrub his brain for years in order to rid himself of the sudden image of Yoda in a low cut blouse leaning over and offering him a coffee.
Yoda stopped, turning to him, opening his mouth to say something. Possibly getting ready to reprimand him for his overactive imagination and it was on the tip of his tongue to utter ‘hey man you can block me out easier than I can keep you out.’
He didn’t get to hear what Yoda had turned to say, because the ventilation shaft made an ominous heaving motion under and around them, then made a loud screeching noise and Ewan didn’t even have time to think or react before he was plummeting to the ground.
Hitting it hard on his shoulder and hip and fuck that hurt.
“Master Kenobi,” Dooku stood above him looking pissed off as all hell and Ewan winced. This wasn’t going to go well at all. Dooku might just pull his lightsaber now and save himself the trouble of keeping Ewan around to wait on Anakin and Qui-Gon’s arrival.
He rolled onto his back and tried to not look as pathetic and grimy as he felt. He could handle this, he’d fucking did the road trip with Charley after all and it hadn’t been like showers and cleanliness had been their utmost priority then.
His shoulder ached and it felt like he’d landed on something really quite wrong, hopefully he hadn’t broken something that would require his arm be amputated.
Although Count Dooku might do it just so Ewan could no longer hold a lightsaber.
“Obviously I have underestimated you,” Dooku crossed his arms over his chest and eyed him with an interest that left Ewan feeling a bit wary.
Hadn’t they already done the ‘Dooku tries to tempt Obi-Wan to the Dark Side’ thing?
But then Dooku was the Master and he had Qui-Gon as his apprentice so maybe that fight had been just that.
A fight.
He idly wondered where Chancellor Palpatine fit into all this. Was he a good guy, a bad guy? Was Ewan going to have to apologize to him for internally besmirching his good name when he returned to Coruscant?
“Flush the ventilation shafts,” Dooku removed his gaze from Ewan to stare up at the hole that had been made in the ceiling when Ewan had fallen.
He felt like he should be apologizing and offering to pay for damages, but he bit his tongue and didn’t say a word.
Did he know that Yoda was on the ship or was he just guessing that Ewan (with his rather limited Force knowledge) had to have had help in order to get out of his room?
Dooku leaned down as one of his ever-attentive soldiers ran off to do his bidding.
He gripped Ewan around the arms and pulled him to his feet, wiping his hands on his cloak and making a face that blatantly showed his distaste for the state of Ewan’s clothes and cleanliness.
Ewan scowled in response.
He knew he was filthy, he knew he smelled, he knew he had animal shit of some sort on his hand, but that was no reason for people to get all hoity-toity on him because he wasn’t the cleanest person in the room.
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Anakin couldn’t help smiling.
Obi-Wan was all sorts of annoyed and it radiated through the Force like a beacon.
Besides the fact that it was leading them closer and closer to Obi-Wan it was also serving to make Anakin pleased.
One because it proved that Obi-Wan was still alive, but also because Anakin liked Obi-Wan annoyed.
Because then he got to make him un-annoyed and he really liked the process involved in that.
Typically it involved sex, which Anakin was never averse to but when Obi-Wan was annoyed, he tended to be less dominant, he tended to let Anakin take the lead. He let his responses be coaxed from him with gentle hands and even gentler kisses.
It led to Obi-Wan being sweet and compliant.
And he wasn’t that way very often. He was older, wiser, sometimes more mature and all that meant that he felt he needed to be the one leading, that it was expected of him to be the leader. That it was expected that Anakin would follow his directions (whether it be in the field or in their bedroom) and Anakin almost always did so with pleasure.
Anakin liked Obi-Wan dominant and self-assured, but he also rather liked the opportunities to lead himself, even if they were few and far between.
Mace was leaning over a monitor, finger tracing along it. Anakin wasn’t sure what he was looking for, wasn’t sure that Mace would even tell him if he asked.
It was a toss up which of them were annoying him more.
Anakin or Qui-Gon.
Right now Anakin was banking even credits on Qui-Gon, primarily because Mace had sent him from the control room with a guard but he’d allowed Anakin to stay.
“What are you looking for?” he finally asked. Leaning over the monitor and staring at the ship, the one Obi-Wan was on and the one, which if Qui-Gon could be trusted, was Dooku’s ship.
Mace remained silent for long moments and Anakin waited for the inevitable ‘please remove Knight Skywalker from the Control Room’.
“I’m looking for Master Yoda’s ship,” Mace finally returned quietly, he never looked up from the monitor.
“Master Yoda?” Anakin frowned.
“He was going after Count Dooku, chances are that he’s somewhere in the vicinity of the Dooku’s ship even now.”
Anakin peered at the monitor, he’d forgotten with the reintroduction of Qui-Gon and Padmé that Yoda had been in pursuit of Count Dooku while Anakin and Mace Windu had been in pursuit of Obi-Wan and by extension Qui-Gon Jinn and Padmé.
“Do you think he’s on the ship with Obi-Wan and Count Dooku?”
He hoped he was, hoped that he wouldn’t have to explain to Obi-Wan once they got him back safe and sound that Yoda had been lost in the act of trying to save him.
Obi-Wan would blame himself if that came to pass.
“We can only hope. There are no beacons, either friend or foe anywhere near Count Dooku’s ship currently.”
Anakin nodded. Stared at the small symbol that marked Dooku’s ship on the monitor and opened his awareness just a bit more.
He could feel, sense Obi-Wan. He should be able to do the same with Master Yoda, especially if they were on the same ship.
“It didn’t work,” Mace continued staring down at the screen. “There was no disturbance so I don’t believe Master Yoda to be dead but…”
“It’s like he’s not there,” Anakin squinted at the screen.
It was very curious. And undoubtedly once they managed to retrieve Obi-Wan and Yoda reappeared from wherever his current position was, he would have some rambling explanation that made sense to only a quarter of the Jedi as to why that had happened.
“When are you planning on getting Obi-Wan’s lightsaber back from Qui-Gon?”
Anakin changed the subject to something near and dear him. He hated the fact that Qui-Gon had Obi-Wan’s lightsaber dangling on his belt like some sort of obscene trophy.
Mace looked up at him. Narrowed his eyes and studied him closely.
Anakin tried to appear calm and collected. Mace might allow Qui-Gon to keep the lightsaber until they got Obi-Wan back if Anakin let any of his emotions show on his face.
Or ran to strike Qui-Gon down in his room.
As long as Qui-Gon drew his lightsaber first it would be a fair fight.
Mace sighed and shifted slightly. Pulling something from the confines of his robes. Laying it directly in the middle of the screen, over where Dooku’s ship was currently located.
Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.
“Try and keep him from losing it again,” Mace chided quietly as Anakin reached out to take it. Holding the familiar weight within his hands. He knew Obi-Wan’s lightsaber almost as well as he knew his own.
He’d modeled the one he currently used from Obi-Wan’s. He’d spent hours spent studying it, making just slight differences only because it would be confusing if they were identical, he’d added his own flourishes to make it his own.
Obi-Wan had blushed the first time he’d shown him the finished saber. It had been his second one, the first lost in marshy swamps on some planet that Anakin couldn’t remember the name of, though he was sure Obi-Wan would have known the name, as well as the coordinates and the names of all the species upon it.
That showing of the second lightsaber had also been the first time that Anakin had managed to coax his first kiss from his Master.
It would be the last one though, the one to tide him over for years while Obi-Wan held him off with speeches that consisted of variations of the same theme: ‘you are to young’ and ‘you can’t know what you want’. The one that had kept him focused in the same direction had been the one that he didn’t think Obi-Wan had meant to make.
The infamous ‘if you still feel this way when you are no longer my Padawan…’
When that time had come Anakin had felt the same; he’d let the emotions become a part of him until it felt like he’d always loved Obi-Wan.
Which he had.
He’d loved him as a father when he’d been a youngling with no parents, loved him as a brother when Obi-Wan had finally let himself be a teacher and friend. Had loved him with the rest of his heart when Obi-Wan had let himself be open and free and smiled at him as if he was the only person on Coruscant that mattered to him.
The night after his trials Anakin had gone to him with no fear and if Obi-Wan had been surprised he had not shown it, he’d opened his door and his room and his heart and Anakin had managed somehow to keep it.
He’d been patient while Obi-Wan buried memories of Qui-Gon Jinn and then he’d let Anakin firmly entrench himself within those places that only Qui-Gon had been allowed.
He stared at the lightsaber in his hands. So similar, yet so different from his own. Infused with Obi-Wan’s strength of character and mind and his simple presence.
Anakin knew suddenly, without a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan would be returned to him.
Anakin smiled.
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Following Yoda through the tunnel maze of ventilation shafts was not Ewan’s idea of a fun time. Ironically he would much rather be sitting back in his lavish cell waiting for Count Dooku to arrive and tell him it was time to die.
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 /
Part 22
Between Space & Time – Part 23
Following Yoda through the tunnel maze of ventilation shafts was not Ewan’s idea of a fun time. Ironically he would much rather be sitting back in his lavish cell waiting for Count Dooku to arrive and tell him it was time to die.
And it wasn’t because he wanted to die.
He didn’t. He really didn’t.
He at least wanted to live long enough to actually go home.
What he didn’t want to be was crawling through shafts there were designed for someone Yoda’s size to traverse, not Ewan’s.
His arms hurt, it was becoming more and more apparent that no one obviously cleaned the ventilation shafts because he was sweaty and he felt grimy and he could have sworn he had just shoved his hand in some kind of animal droppings.
He didn’t stop to look. Mostly because he was afraid he would lose Yoda, but also because the droppings had been quite large, about the size of his hand.
He really didn’t want to run the risk of actually meeting the creature that had made them.
At least not unless he had a blaster or lightsaber in his hand and knew how to use it to defend themselves.
“Are we there yet?” he grumbled. He knew he sounded whiny, knew he sounded like an impatient child.
He didn’t care.
Besides Yoda ignored him anyway, continuing to walk as upright as Yoda got. He had a good inch of space left above him, if he so chose he could probably stand up totally straight.
Ewan on the other hand would have had to have been cut off at the waist in order to do that. And he still wouldn’t have been able to walk (with the not having any legs thing) so his arms would still have hurt.
“This kind of sucks you know.”
“Quiet you must be unless you want Count Dooku to know where we are,” Yoda reprimanded him softly.
Ewan froze, he hadn’t even thought about that. About the fact that they were still on a ship with a psychotic Sith Master that was bound and determined to kill him once Anakin and Qui-Gon arrived.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He raised a hand to run it through his hair and realized a split second before he would have touched his head that his hands were filthy and kind of stunk and lowered it back to the ground.
He would have sold his soul for a shower (though not literally), he at the very least wanted a wet flannel, some soap and somewhere private to scrub himself down. He wished hard for the days of personal assistants instead he got Yoda who quite definitely did not fit the bill.
Also he would now have to scrub his brain for years in order to rid himself of the sudden image of Yoda in a low cut blouse leaning over and offering him a coffee.
Yoda stopped, turning to him, opening his mouth to say something. Possibly getting ready to reprimand him for his overactive imagination and it was on the tip of his tongue to utter ‘hey man you can block me out easier than I can keep you out.’
He didn’t get to hear what Yoda had turned to say, because the ventilation shaft made an ominous heaving motion under and around them, then made a loud screeching noise and Ewan didn’t even have time to think or react before he was plummeting to the ground.
Hitting it hard on his shoulder and hip and fuck that hurt.
“Master Kenobi,” Dooku stood above him looking pissed off as all hell and Ewan winced. This wasn’t going to go well at all. Dooku might just pull his lightsaber now and save himself the trouble of keeping Ewan around to wait on Anakin and Qui-Gon’s arrival.
He rolled onto his back and tried to not look as pathetic and grimy as he felt. He could handle this, he’d fucking did the road trip with Charley after all and it hadn’t been like showers and cleanliness had been their utmost priority then.
His shoulder ached and it felt like he’d landed on something really quite wrong, hopefully he hadn’t broken something that would require his arm be amputated.
Although Count Dooku might do it just so Ewan could no longer hold a lightsaber.
“Obviously I have underestimated you,” Dooku crossed his arms over his chest and eyed him with an interest that left Ewan feeling a bit wary.
Hadn’t they already done the ‘Dooku tries to tempt Obi-Wan to the Dark Side’ thing?
But then Dooku was the Master and he had Qui-Gon as his apprentice so maybe that fight had been just that.
A fight.
He idly wondered where Chancellor Palpatine fit into all this. Was he a good guy, a bad guy? Was Ewan going to have to apologize to him for internally besmirching his good name when he returned to Coruscant?
“Flush the ventilation shafts,” Dooku removed his gaze from Ewan to stare up at the hole that had been made in the ceiling when Ewan had fallen.
He felt like he should be apologizing and offering to pay for damages, but he bit his tongue and didn’t say a word.
Did he know that Yoda was on the ship or was he just guessing that Ewan (with his rather limited Force knowledge) had to have had help in order to get out of his room?
Dooku leaned down as one of his ever-attentive soldiers ran off to do his bidding.
He gripped Ewan around the arms and pulled him to his feet, wiping his hands on his cloak and making a face that blatantly showed his distaste for the state of Ewan’s clothes and cleanliness.
Ewan scowled in response.
He knew he was filthy, he knew he smelled, he knew he had animal shit of some sort on his hand, but that was no reason for people to get all hoity-toity on him because he wasn’t the cleanest person in the room.
Anakin couldn’t help smiling.
Obi-Wan was all sorts of annoyed and it radiated through the Force like a beacon.
Besides the fact that it was leading them closer and closer to Obi-Wan it was also serving to make Anakin pleased.
One because it proved that Obi-Wan was still alive, but also because Anakin liked Obi-Wan annoyed.
Because then he got to make him un-annoyed and he really liked the process involved in that.
Typically it involved sex, which Anakin was never averse to but when Obi-Wan was annoyed, he tended to be less dominant, he tended to let Anakin take the lead. He let his responses be coaxed from him with gentle hands and even gentler kisses.
It led to Obi-Wan being sweet and compliant.
And he wasn’t that way very often. He was older, wiser, sometimes more mature and all that meant that he felt he needed to be the one leading, that it was expected of him to be the leader. That it was expected that Anakin would follow his directions (whether it be in the field or in their bedroom) and Anakin almost always did so with pleasure.
Anakin liked Obi-Wan dominant and self-assured, but he also rather liked the opportunities to lead himself, even if they were few and far between.
Mace was leaning over a monitor, finger tracing along it. Anakin wasn’t sure what he was looking for, wasn’t sure that Mace would even tell him if he asked.
It was a toss up which of them were annoying him more.
Anakin or Qui-Gon.
Right now Anakin was banking even credits on Qui-Gon, primarily because Mace had sent him from the control room with a guard but he’d allowed Anakin to stay.
“What are you looking for?” he finally asked. Leaning over the monitor and staring at the ship, the one Obi-Wan was on and the one, which if Qui-Gon could be trusted, was Dooku’s ship.
Mace remained silent for long moments and Anakin waited for the inevitable ‘please remove Knight Skywalker from the Control Room’.
“I’m looking for Master Yoda’s ship,” Mace finally returned quietly, he never looked up from the monitor.
“Master Yoda?” Anakin frowned.
“He was going after Count Dooku, chances are that he’s somewhere in the vicinity of the Dooku’s ship even now.”
Anakin peered at the monitor, he’d forgotten with the reintroduction of Qui-Gon and Padmé that Yoda had been in pursuit of Count Dooku while Anakin and Mace Windu had been in pursuit of Obi-Wan and by extension Qui-Gon Jinn and Padmé.
“Do you think he’s on the ship with Obi-Wan and Count Dooku?”
He hoped he was, hoped that he wouldn’t have to explain to Obi-Wan once they got him back safe and sound that Yoda had been lost in the act of trying to save him.
Obi-Wan would blame himself if that came to pass.
“We can only hope. There are no beacons, either friend or foe anywhere near Count Dooku’s ship currently.”
Anakin nodded. Stared at the small symbol that marked Dooku’s ship on the monitor and opened his awareness just a bit more.
He could feel, sense Obi-Wan. He should be able to do the same with Master Yoda, especially if they were on the same ship.
“It didn’t work,” Mace continued staring down at the screen. “There was no disturbance so I don’t believe Master Yoda to be dead but…”
“It’s like he’s not there,” Anakin squinted at the screen.
It was very curious. And undoubtedly once they managed to retrieve Obi-Wan and Yoda reappeared from wherever his current position was, he would have some rambling explanation that made sense to only a quarter of the Jedi as to why that had happened.
“When are you planning on getting Obi-Wan’s lightsaber back from Qui-Gon?”
Anakin changed the subject to something near and dear him. He hated the fact that Qui-Gon had Obi-Wan’s lightsaber dangling on his belt like some sort of obscene trophy.
Mace looked up at him. Narrowed his eyes and studied him closely.
Anakin tried to appear calm and collected. Mace might allow Qui-Gon to keep the lightsaber until they got Obi-Wan back if Anakin let any of his emotions show on his face.
Or ran to strike Qui-Gon down in his room.
As long as Qui-Gon drew his lightsaber first it would be a fair fight.
Mace sighed and shifted slightly. Pulling something from the confines of his robes. Laying it directly in the middle of the screen, over where Dooku’s ship was currently located.
Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.
“Try and keep him from losing it again,” Mace chided quietly as Anakin reached out to take it. Holding the familiar weight within his hands. He knew Obi-Wan’s lightsaber almost as well as he knew his own.
He’d modeled the one he currently used from Obi-Wan’s. He’d spent hours spent studying it, making just slight differences only because it would be confusing if they were identical, he’d added his own flourishes to make it his own.
Obi-Wan had blushed the first time he’d shown him the finished saber. It had been his second one, the first lost in marshy swamps on some planet that Anakin couldn’t remember the name of, though he was sure Obi-Wan would have known the name, as well as the coordinates and the names of all the species upon it.
That showing of the second lightsaber had also been the first time that Anakin had managed to coax his first kiss from his Master.
It would be the last one though, the one to tide him over for years while Obi-Wan held him off with speeches that consisted of variations of the same theme: ‘you are to young’ and ‘you can’t know what you want’. The one that had kept him focused in the same direction had been the one that he didn’t think Obi-Wan had meant to make.
The infamous ‘if you still feel this way when you are no longer my Padawan…’
When that time had come Anakin had felt the same; he’d let the emotions become a part of him until it felt like he’d always loved Obi-Wan.
Which he had.
He’d loved him as a father when he’d been a youngling with no parents, loved him as a brother when Obi-Wan had finally let himself be a teacher and friend. Had loved him with the rest of his heart when Obi-Wan had let himself be open and free and smiled at him as if he was the only person on Coruscant that mattered to him.
The night after his trials Anakin had gone to him with no fear and if Obi-Wan had been surprised he had not shown it, he’d opened his door and his room and his heart and Anakin had managed somehow to keep it.
He’d been patient while Obi-Wan buried memories of Qui-Gon Jinn and then he’d let Anakin firmly entrench himself within those places that only Qui-Gon had been allowed.
He stared at the lightsaber in his hands. So similar, yet so different from his own. Infused with Obi-Wan’s strength of character and mind and his simple presence.
Anakin knew suddenly, without a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan would be returned to him.
Anakin smiled.
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Date: 2005-08-29 03:35 pm (UTC)Also he would now have to scrub his brain for years in order to rid himself of the sudden image of Yoda in a low cut blouse leaning over and offering him a coffee.
lololololol.