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laniew1He really hadn’t managed to get the escaping thing down yet. Obviously he was doing some quite wrong.
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 / Part 23
Between Space & Time – Part 24
He really hadn’t managed to get the escaping thing down yet. Obviously he was doing some quite wrong.
Or maybe it wasn’t the escaping thing he was having problems with… it was the staying free once he managed to gain his freedom that he was having a trouble keeping hold of.
Dooku had led him back to his nice cell like he was a child, Ewan’d had the brief, horror-stricken thought that Dooku might try and punish him like one as well.
He wasn’t up to being smacked around. His hip ached, his shoulder throbbed and he had a bit of a headache as well.
All in all this particular day had just sucked. Starting out on a high note with the Yoda appearing to break him out of his prison but then it had just gone down hill once he’d managed to get into the ventilation shaft.
Dooku had pushed him into his room, glared at him as if the look alone would manage to incinerate him (it didn’t but Ewan had been feeling a bit warm by the time Dooku had looked away) and had then grudgingly grumbled that he would send back someone to look at his injuries before he’d stalked away his cape billowing out behind him.
Ewan wasn’t sure why he was bothering.
Especially if the game plan was to still kill him.
A Healer had arrived, two hulking men ambling into the room behind him.
The Healer had poked and prodded and Ewan had managed to not ask why he was working for someone who killed people.
He figured he got his answer when the Healer began poking and prodding. Asking him ‘does this hurt?’ ‘how about this?’ all the while pushing on his sore hip and his even sorer shoulder.
Obviously the Healer was a sadist of some sort. Probably got his kicks treating people without painkillers and jerked off to the sound of their agonized groans and screams (though Ewan didn’t scream, he was a grown man after all and had a bit of willpower) at night.
And it wasn’t his fault he passed out, he consoled himself with, the Healer had obviously been trying to accomplish that all along. What with the pushing and prodding and the bending off his arm back far enough that Ewan swore he hadn’t even been trying to see if Ewan was hurt, he’d been trying to see if he could snap it of its joint by hand power alone.
Except now he wouldn’t know if the Healer had done more harm then good, wouldn’t know if some crucial decision had been made and he’d go back to one arm and half a hip.
He wouldn’t know until he woke up, because at the moment he was stuck in that bright room that was his and Obi-Wan’s normal meeting place.
Ewan wondered if this bright place was in his mind or in Obi-Wan’s.
Obi-Wan wasn’t there. It was Ewan and Ewan alone and he was bored out of his ever-loving mind.
He wondered what Obi-Wan had done to pass the time. Had he just sat in the middle of the space meditating?
Ewan glanced around, there didn’t appear to be any walls and that bright light that had been encroaching on Obi-Wan’s space when he’d first been trapped in the in-between place was gone. Obi-Wan could have at least left him a board game or something.
At the very least a sheet of paper on which he could play tic-tac-toe against himself.
Ewan settled comfortably on the floor, legs crossed, hands linked between his legs. He felt an odd prickling against the back of his neck and Obi-Wan seemed to shimmer into existence, lying on his side on the floor in front of him.
Ewan couldn’t recall ever seeing the Jedi Master that relaxed… and sleeping. Normally Ewan arrived after him and found Obi-Wan staring down at him with the same expression of bemusement that he was sure Obi-Wan was going to see on his face once his eyes opened.
Right now they were still closed, eyes moving rapidly under the closed lids, Ewan wondered if he was dreaming of Anakin.
He wasn’t sure if Obi-Wan just woke up or if he had felt Ewan staring at him, either way his eyes opened slowly and he stretched idly. Scratching at his stomach, hand pausing as it came into contact with clothing.
Ewan didn’t want to know why Obi-Wan was scratching at his stomach as if he were sure there was going to be nothing between him and the fingers doing the scratching.
He was equally sure he didn’t want to know if Obi-Wan had been naked with anybody.
They’d been each other for almost two weeks now, if Obi-Wan had managed to have sex while Ewan had only managed to get himself dragged from one end of the universe to the other with a bit only a bit of heavy petting to tide him over he was going to be extremely pissed off.
If he could figure out who to complain to about that he would.
He jerked suddenly, awareness flooding the features of his face and he turned his head quickly to focus on Ewan.
They stared at each other silently. Each it seemed reluctant to break the silence. It was like something had changed with Ewan arriving first, like that simple fact had thrown something integral between them off balance and now the plain they had once stood on was shifting and neither were certain of how to stabilize themselves.
Ewan bit his tongue to keep from asking who Obi-Wan was fucking. Tried to remember that he slept in the nude and had for years. Of course Obi-Wan would be naked. He tried not to think about the fact that it was most likely Eve, she thought Obi-Wan was him and he’d wanted to be able to be angry without feeling like a hypocrite… but he couldn’t, because whatever Obi-Wan had been doing in his life, in Obi-Wan’s he’d been kissing Anakin.
And enjoying it. Craving it.
Maybe Curt Wild was right and everyone was just a bit gay.
Then he really tried not to remember that Obi-Wan hadn’t mentioned Eve once in the conversations they’d had, though Jude had been brought up numerous times.
Jude was his best mate, he would not take advantage of him while he was sick and so obviously not himself.
“So I got rescued by Yoda,” Ewan finally said, at a loss to say anything else. His voice was soft, though it still seemed to echo within the bright room with no walls. Ewan had a fantastic thought that this room would allow him to walk and walk without ever running into an obstruction or falling off the edge. Because, he suddenly realized, this wasn’t a room it was the Force somehow.
And if questioned he didn’t think he would be able to explain how he knew that with such conviction.
“That’s good,” Obi-Wan’s voice was just as soft. Their voices were still different though Obi-Wan’s now rang with a bit of Scottish burr to it and Ewan tried to determine how he would have picked it up.
TV? Old home movies?
As long as Obi-Wan didn’t find the box hidden in the secret hidey in the back of his closet they would be good. And Jonny and Jude would have no reason to hunt him down and murder him in his sleep as they’d threatened for so many years.
He’d sworn on a bible and a crucifix that he’d destroyed it. If they found out he’d lied… well Jonny would set Angie on him and that wouldn’t be pretty. But it was the only proof that he had that the night had actually happened and had not been a hallucination brought on by bad fish or something.
Besides the fact that it was a work of art and he was inclined to not destroy works of art unless held at knife or gun point and threatened with imminent death.
“But then the ventilation shaft collapsed and I pretty much fell at Count Dooku’s feet so now I’m a prisoner again.”
Obi-Wan stared at him. An expression on his face like he couldn’t decide between laughing hysterically or sobbing openly.
“You’re going to get me killed aren’t you,” Obi-Wan ran a hand over his beard, studying Ewan carefully.
“Well it’s not like I asked to be captured again you know,” Ewan retorted with just a shade of anger. He’d like to see Obi-Wan do any better with people left and right poisoning and kidnapping and threatening to murder him without a by-your-leave.
This most certainly wasn’t his idea of a fun time. He would much rather be sitting on his sofa, watching the telly, laughing at Jude or reading to his girls.
He certainly didn’t want to die.
The bright room shook suddenly, the force of tremor knocking both of them to their backs.
“What the…” Ewan rolled onto his side, a movement mirrored by Obi-Wan and they looked around, searching for the reason.
“It was a tremor in the Force,” Obi-Wan said with confusion layering every word.
“But what would…” Ewan never got to finish the sentence, suddenly his vision hazed and his hearing faded, he could tell Obi-Wan was still talking only because his lips were moving though he couldn’t hear a word, he looked frantic and scared and Ewan himself could relate because he was terrified that something really bad had happened.
He blinked and the bright room faded leaving him lying on his back in his lavish cell as the ship around him trembled.
He heard a loud boom, a high pitched screeching sound and he was suddenly pitched from the bed to the floor in one fell swoop.
It didn’t hurt and he didn’t appear to be missing any limbs or vital organs (he would insist on x-rays later only to make sure that the Healer hadn’t absconded with any internal organs, he’d heard that old urban legend, he certainly didn’t want to be living proof of it).
He rolled to his side and watched in wonder as his cell door opened all by itself.
Only half way, but open nonetheless.
Well what did you know… maybe the fates were going to be generous to him because of the freaky ‘falling through the ventilation shaft’ thing.
Or maybe God was just fucking with him.
Either way he eased out the door, looked both ways and satisfied that there was no one around he took off down the hallway at a brisk jog.
First things first… he needed a weapon. Preferably one he could use but at this point he wasn’t going to be picky.
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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 /
Part 22 / Part 23
Between Space & Time – Part 24
He really hadn’t managed to get the escaping thing down yet. Obviously he was doing some quite wrong.
Or maybe it wasn’t the escaping thing he was having problems with… it was the staying free once he managed to gain his freedom that he was having a trouble keeping hold of.
Dooku had led him back to his nice cell like he was a child, Ewan’d had the brief, horror-stricken thought that Dooku might try and punish him like one as well.
He wasn’t up to being smacked around. His hip ached, his shoulder throbbed and he had a bit of a headache as well.
All in all this particular day had just sucked. Starting out on a high note with the Yoda appearing to break him out of his prison but then it had just gone down hill once he’d managed to get into the ventilation shaft.
Dooku had pushed him into his room, glared at him as if the look alone would manage to incinerate him (it didn’t but Ewan had been feeling a bit warm by the time Dooku had looked away) and had then grudgingly grumbled that he would send back someone to look at his injuries before he’d stalked away his cape billowing out behind him.
Ewan wasn’t sure why he was bothering.
Especially if the game plan was to still kill him.
A Healer had arrived, two hulking men ambling into the room behind him.
The Healer had poked and prodded and Ewan had managed to not ask why he was working for someone who killed people.
He figured he got his answer when the Healer began poking and prodding. Asking him ‘does this hurt?’ ‘how about this?’ all the while pushing on his sore hip and his even sorer shoulder.
Obviously the Healer was a sadist of some sort. Probably got his kicks treating people without painkillers and jerked off to the sound of their agonized groans and screams (though Ewan didn’t scream, he was a grown man after all and had a bit of willpower) at night.
And it wasn’t his fault he passed out, he consoled himself with, the Healer had obviously been trying to accomplish that all along. What with the pushing and prodding and the bending off his arm back far enough that Ewan swore he hadn’t even been trying to see if Ewan was hurt, he’d been trying to see if he could snap it of its joint by hand power alone.
Except now he wouldn’t know if the Healer had done more harm then good, wouldn’t know if some crucial decision had been made and he’d go back to one arm and half a hip.
He wouldn’t know until he woke up, because at the moment he was stuck in that bright room that was his and Obi-Wan’s normal meeting place.
Ewan wondered if this bright place was in his mind or in Obi-Wan’s.
Obi-Wan wasn’t there. It was Ewan and Ewan alone and he was bored out of his ever-loving mind.
He wondered what Obi-Wan had done to pass the time. Had he just sat in the middle of the space meditating?
Ewan glanced around, there didn’t appear to be any walls and that bright light that had been encroaching on Obi-Wan’s space when he’d first been trapped in the in-between place was gone. Obi-Wan could have at least left him a board game or something.
At the very least a sheet of paper on which he could play tic-tac-toe against himself.
Ewan settled comfortably on the floor, legs crossed, hands linked between his legs. He felt an odd prickling against the back of his neck and Obi-Wan seemed to shimmer into existence, lying on his side on the floor in front of him.
Ewan couldn’t recall ever seeing the Jedi Master that relaxed… and sleeping. Normally Ewan arrived after him and found Obi-Wan staring down at him with the same expression of bemusement that he was sure Obi-Wan was going to see on his face once his eyes opened.
Right now they were still closed, eyes moving rapidly under the closed lids, Ewan wondered if he was dreaming of Anakin.
He wasn’t sure if Obi-Wan just woke up or if he had felt Ewan staring at him, either way his eyes opened slowly and he stretched idly. Scratching at his stomach, hand pausing as it came into contact with clothing.
Ewan didn’t want to know why Obi-Wan was scratching at his stomach as if he were sure there was going to be nothing between him and the fingers doing the scratching.
He was equally sure he didn’t want to know if Obi-Wan had been naked with anybody.
They’d been each other for almost two weeks now, if Obi-Wan had managed to have sex while Ewan had only managed to get himself dragged from one end of the universe to the other with a bit only a bit of heavy petting to tide him over he was going to be extremely pissed off.
If he could figure out who to complain to about that he would.
He jerked suddenly, awareness flooding the features of his face and he turned his head quickly to focus on Ewan.
They stared at each other silently. Each it seemed reluctant to break the silence. It was like something had changed with Ewan arriving first, like that simple fact had thrown something integral between them off balance and now the plain they had once stood on was shifting and neither were certain of how to stabilize themselves.
Ewan bit his tongue to keep from asking who Obi-Wan was fucking. Tried to remember that he slept in the nude and had for years. Of course Obi-Wan would be naked. He tried not to think about the fact that it was most likely Eve, she thought Obi-Wan was him and he’d wanted to be able to be angry without feeling like a hypocrite… but he couldn’t, because whatever Obi-Wan had been doing in his life, in Obi-Wan’s he’d been kissing Anakin.
And enjoying it. Craving it.
Maybe Curt Wild was right and everyone was just a bit gay.
Then he really tried not to remember that Obi-Wan hadn’t mentioned Eve once in the conversations they’d had, though Jude had been brought up numerous times.
Jude was his best mate, he would not take advantage of him while he was sick and so obviously not himself.
“So I got rescued by Yoda,” Ewan finally said, at a loss to say anything else. His voice was soft, though it still seemed to echo within the bright room with no walls. Ewan had a fantastic thought that this room would allow him to walk and walk without ever running into an obstruction or falling off the edge. Because, he suddenly realized, this wasn’t a room it was the Force somehow.
And if questioned he didn’t think he would be able to explain how he knew that with such conviction.
“That’s good,” Obi-Wan’s voice was just as soft. Their voices were still different though Obi-Wan’s now rang with a bit of Scottish burr to it and Ewan tried to determine how he would have picked it up.
TV? Old home movies?
As long as Obi-Wan didn’t find the box hidden in the secret hidey in the back of his closet they would be good. And Jonny and Jude would have no reason to hunt him down and murder him in his sleep as they’d threatened for so many years.
He’d sworn on a bible and a crucifix that he’d destroyed it. If they found out he’d lied… well Jonny would set Angie on him and that wouldn’t be pretty. But it was the only proof that he had that the night had actually happened and had not been a hallucination brought on by bad fish or something.
Besides the fact that it was a work of art and he was inclined to not destroy works of art unless held at knife or gun point and threatened with imminent death.
“But then the ventilation shaft collapsed and I pretty much fell at Count Dooku’s feet so now I’m a prisoner again.”
Obi-Wan stared at him. An expression on his face like he couldn’t decide between laughing hysterically or sobbing openly.
“You’re going to get me killed aren’t you,” Obi-Wan ran a hand over his beard, studying Ewan carefully.
“Well it’s not like I asked to be captured again you know,” Ewan retorted with just a shade of anger. He’d like to see Obi-Wan do any better with people left and right poisoning and kidnapping and threatening to murder him without a by-your-leave.
This most certainly wasn’t his idea of a fun time. He would much rather be sitting on his sofa, watching the telly, laughing at Jude or reading to his girls.
He certainly didn’t want to die.
The bright room shook suddenly, the force of tremor knocking both of them to their backs.
“What the…” Ewan rolled onto his side, a movement mirrored by Obi-Wan and they looked around, searching for the reason.
“It was a tremor in the Force,” Obi-Wan said with confusion layering every word.
“But what would…” Ewan never got to finish the sentence, suddenly his vision hazed and his hearing faded, he could tell Obi-Wan was still talking only because his lips were moving though he couldn’t hear a word, he looked frantic and scared and Ewan himself could relate because he was terrified that something really bad had happened.
He blinked and the bright room faded leaving him lying on his back in his lavish cell as the ship around him trembled.
He heard a loud boom, a high pitched screeching sound and he was suddenly pitched from the bed to the floor in one fell swoop.
It didn’t hurt and he didn’t appear to be missing any limbs or vital organs (he would insist on x-rays later only to make sure that the Healer hadn’t absconded with any internal organs, he’d heard that old urban legend, he certainly didn’t want to be living proof of it).
He rolled to his side and watched in wonder as his cell door opened all by itself.
Only half way, but open nonetheless.
Well what did you know… maybe the fates were going to be generous to him because of the freaky ‘falling through the ventilation shaft’ thing.
Or maybe God was just fucking with him.
Either way he eased out the door, looked both ways and satisfied that there was no one around he took off down the hallway at a brisk jog.
First things first… he needed a weapon. Preferably one he could use but at this point he wasn’t going to be picky.
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Date: 2005-09-01 04:07 pm (UTC)As for Ewan please let him get a blaster! Let him get a blaster! I soo want him to go in psycho-scottsh frency and start shooting everyone in point blank because we all know that is something Obi-Wan wouldn't do (too uncivilized for him).
Ewan + blaster = A lot of dead beings and a freaked out Anakin
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Date: 2005-09-01 05:34 pm (UTC)Sorry, just had to comment, because you are definietely right!
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Date: 2005-09-02 12:52 am (UTC)thank you for sharing yet another fantastic one!
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