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laniew1 Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s presence on the ship, still alive.
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 / Part 24
Between Space & Time – Part 25
Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s presence on the ship, still alive.
Mace had directed the gunners to shoot at the engines, to immobilize the ship. Dooku’s gunners had fired retaliatory shots a split second later.
They’d exchanged fire for minutes, before the gunners managed to destroy the guns on both sides and now Dooku’s ship was still.
No shots fired, though the gunners fired a final one over the nose of the ship just to be sure.
Anakin glanced over at where Mace was leaning over a monitor. He wondered what they were waiting for. Obi-Wan was on that ship, possibly Master Yoda as well. But still they stood there doing nothing.
Anakin hoped that Mace Windu was not waiting for Count Dooku to throw up a white flag and admit defeat, Anakin thought that highly unlikely at this point.
“Are we waiting for something in particular?” Anakin finally asked. Luckily Mace didn’t appear to take offense, normally at the sight of his impatience he would get a lecture, then someone (Mace most likely) would tell Obi-Wan and he’d get another lecture.
It had gotten slightly better when he was made a Jedi Knight but not by much. And half of him still thought that Mace Windu had purposefully waited for those moments when Anakin made a mess of things, when his control was at its weakest (typically when Obi-Wan had been sent away without him) just so he could point a finger and remind everyone that he was right and Anakin was not fit to be a Jedi.
“No,” Mace touched the screen gently and it went blank. He stared at it for a moment longer and Anakin suddenly realized that Mace was still searching for a sign of Yoda’s presence.
Anakin clenched his hands into fists when two guards entered, Qui-Gon trailing them and another two guards entering behind him.
“What’s he doing here?” Anakin managed to ask without growling. It was an accomplishment, Obi-Wan would be proud he was sure.
“We’re taking him with us,” Mace swung his cloak around his shoulders, not allowing Anakin to catch his eye as he busied himself with fastening it. Running a hand over his belt to make sure that his lightsaber was still there, Anakin did the same.
Just to be sure.
His lightsaber, Obi-Wan’s dangling from his belt next to it.
Anakin ran fingers down Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. It reassured him as much as Obi-Wan’s emotions flooding to him through the Force did that there was an end in sight.
By the end of the day Obi-Wan would be back by his side as he belonged.
Most likely fighting Anakin and insisting that Qui-Gon needed help and instead of a death sentence. He’d probably set the sessions up himself and insist they all three attend so that they could move on.
“Why?”
Qui-Gon turned to him, face an emotionless mask.
“Because he doesn’t trust me on the ship by myself.”
“What about Padmé?”
“I don’t trust her by herself either, but I’m less concerned with her ability to escape the Qui-Gon Jinn’s,” Mace stated as he walked towards the door. Anakin turning to follow, Qui-Gon grudgingly following them both.
“If you do anything to jeopardize…” Anakin began.
“I tried to protect Obi-Wan, I wouldn’t have done all this just to betray him now,” Qui-Gon said tiredly. “By taking Obi-Wan from Coruscant I most likely signed my own death sentence. My Master does not forgive those trespasses lightly.”
Anakin didn’t look at him, didn’t want to find him sincere and have to decide whether or not to help Obi-Wan with his former Master’s therapy. He found it easier to remain stoic and silent and not make a decision either way.
He’d have to make it soon enough, he preferred to do it after Obi-Wan had been rescued, because Qui-Gon would most likely do something new to earn Anakin’s anger and he could return to feeling hatred and pity for the man.
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Dooku scowled at the clone that was even now shrinking back from him.
“What do you mean he escaped?” he snarled.
The clone stammered an apology even as Dooku waved a hand and sent him flying against the wall, where he crumpled and was still.
His comrades remained silent, each bent to the task they’d been working on.
Two more clones appeared in the doorway to his silent summons. Standing at the ready, neither looked at their fallen compatriot.
He snarled at them, Anakin Skywalker and Qui-Gon Jinn were finally here; his plans hadn’t changed although he was even now questioning the wisdom of destroying the other Jedi in order to gain Skywalker’s allegiance and Qui-Gon’s continued loyalty.
Obviously there was more to Obi-Wan Kenobi then originally met the eye and Dooku hated puzzles. Hated not knowing something.
He had not yet decided if he would put off killing Kenobi until he could determine why all of his plans up to this point had failed, and now it seemed he was running out of time.
“Find him; search the whole ship room by room if you need to. But find him,” he turned to the view screen. A small shuttle was making its way to the ship, he wanted to shoot it down but was unable to because the ships weapons had all overloaded. He turned as they were leaving.
“I want him alive.”
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Dooku’s guards were kind of freaking him out. He wondered if they had access to the Force and then decided that was nonsense.
They were clones. The clone soldiers didn’t have access to the Force they were bred to be fighters and followers.
They still seemed to have an uncanny ability to determine exactly where he was hiding though, probably Dooku was sitting in some nice, swank office telling them exactly where to search for him next.
Luckily he had managed to squeak by them so far but his luck, it seemed, was bound and determined not to hold out.
He wondered if deer felt this way when they were being hunted.
All of the doors to every room he’d passed were half open. Electric failure of some sort Ewan had decided. Then decided he didn’t care, because if the doors were open he could duck into a room provided that the guards didn’t try and search the room that he was currently hiding in.
The ship wasn’t moving any longer, Ewan wasn’t sure exactly how he had determined that. But I wasn’t moving and there had been one final screeching noise and then everything was silent.
Two guards turned down his hallway and he dodged into a dark room, no lights with the exception of the ones from the hallway. He stayed in the shadows and crept along the wall.
The guards slowed, peering into the room and Ewan bumped, hard into a large unmovable object.
He didn’t swear, didn’t make a sound and the object itself looked to be bolted to the floor because he hadn’t managed to disturb anything on its top.
The guards peered around the room and Ewan shrank against the wall and tried to think invisible thoughts.
Finally the guards turned and left and Ewan breathed a sigh of relief though it was not audible.
He ran a hand over the thing he’d run into, found it to be a little higher than waist high and almost jumped when his hand encountered something metal.
He leaned down, closer so he was barely a nose width away and his eyes widened.
There were three lightsabers on the thing. He allowed his hand to drift over them a smile coming to his face.
Well he’d been looking for a weapon, he would really have rather it had been a blaster so he could stand a fair distance away but at this point he’d take what he could get.
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The lightsaber had called to him. Not as loudly as the one Qui-Gon Jinn had taken from him while he’d been drugged and restrained and locked away from the Force, but still it had called.
The blade was a pale green when he activated it, reminiscent of Qui-Gon’s though if he remembered correctly Qui-Gon Jinn’s had been a darker green then the pale green that he saw before him.
At least it wasn’t pink.
He shut it down, no sense in just broadcasting to the guards where he was after all. He kept it in his hand though, gripping it tightly.
He had a weapon. He had the training and he could remember Nick being impressed by how fast he’d picked up the footwork and the techniques. If he could remember them and actually be able to fight a battle without it being choreographed out for him from beginning to end he’d be good to go.
He could improvise he thought. It shouldn’t be that hard.
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The ship shuddered and jerked as Mace set it down in the landing bay. Anakin smothered a smirk in the co-pilots seat, he could have managed a much smoother landing, it gratified him to know that he was obviously much better at flying than Mace Windu.
Anakin stood, ignoring Qui-Gon as he brushed past him. Mace followed and Qui-Gon with a heavy sigh followed him.
At the door Anakin was halted by Mace’s hand on his shoulder. He turned, his displeasure at being stopped evident on his face, only to find Mace staring at Qui-Gon.
Obi-Wan was close, his presence pushing at the edges of his awareness and Anakin was anxious to get off the ship and go to him, find him safe and take him home. Far away from those that would attempt to take him away.
“I don’t need to tell you that if you have any thoughts of turning on us that I will not hesitate to strike you down,” Mace glanced over at Anakin. “And I know that Knight Skywalker would relish the opportunity to do so.”
“I am only here to help,” Qui-Gon’s voice was soft but forceful, and his eyes did not meet Mace’s but locked on Anakin’s as if he thought that Anakin was the one that needed to know that, to be persuaded by it.
Anakin still did not care. Maybe after he had Obi-Wan back, safe and unharmed he might consider it. But as it stood now Qui-Gon was the enemy, a Sith and Anakin questioned the wisdom at allowing him onto the ship with his Master.
His loyalty might only be guaranteed by the threat against Obi-Wan’s life, but if Count Dooku changed his mind and decided to not harm Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon might not continue to side with them.
And that just did not bear thinking about.
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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 / Part 24
Between Space & Time – Part 25
Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s presence on the ship, still alive.
Mace had directed the gunners to shoot at the engines, to immobilize the ship. Dooku’s gunners had fired retaliatory shots a split second later.
They’d exchanged fire for minutes, before the gunners managed to destroy the guns on both sides and now Dooku’s ship was still.
No shots fired, though the gunners fired a final one over the nose of the ship just to be sure.
Anakin glanced over at where Mace was leaning over a monitor. He wondered what they were waiting for. Obi-Wan was on that ship, possibly Master Yoda as well. But still they stood there doing nothing.
Anakin hoped that Mace Windu was not waiting for Count Dooku to throw up a white flag and admit defeat, Anakin thought that highly unlikely at this point.
“Are we waiting for something in particular?” Anakin finally asked. Luckily Mace didn’t appear to take offense, normally at the sight of his impatience he would get a lecture, then someone (Mace most likely) would tell Obi-Wan and he’d get another lecture.
It had gotten slightly better when he was made a Jedi Knight but not by much. And half of him still thought that Mace Windu had purposefully waited for those moments when Anakin made a mess of things, when his control was at its weakest (typically when Obi-Wan had been sent away without him) just so he could point a finger and remind everyone that he was right and Anakin was not fit to be a Jedi.
“No,” Mace touched the screen gently and it went blank. He stared at it for a moment longer and Anakin suddenly realized that Mace was still searching for a sign of Yoda’s presence.
Anakin clenched his hands into fists when two guards entered, Qui-Gon trailing them and another two guards entering behind him.
“What’s he doing here?” Anakin managed to ask without growling. It was an accomplishment, Obi-Wan would be proud he was sure.
“We’re taking him with us,” Mace swung his cloak around his shoulders, not allowing Anakin to catch his eye as he busied himself with fastening it. Running a hand over his belt to make sure that his lightsaber was still there, Anakin did the same.
Just to be sure.
His lightsaber, Obi-Wan’s dangling from his belt next to it.
Anakin ran fingers down Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. It reassured him as much as Obi-Wan’s emotions flooding to him through the Force did that there was an end in sight.
By the end of the day Obi-Wan would be back by his side as he belonged.
Most likely fighting Anakin and insisting that Qui-Gon needed help and instead of a death sentence. He’d probably set the sessions up himself and insist they all three attend so that they could move on.
“Why?”
Qui-Gon turned to him, face an emotionless mask.
“Because he doesn’t trust me on the ship by myself.”
“What about Padmé?”
“I don’t trust her by herself either, but I’m less concerned with her ability to escape the Qui-Gon Jinn’s,” Mace stated as he walked towards the door. Anakin turning to follow, Qui-Gon grudgingly following them both.
“If you do anything to jeopardize…” Anakin began.
“I tried to protect Obi-Wan, I wouldn’t have done all this just to betray him now,” Qui-Gon said tiredly. “By taking Obi-Wan from Coruscant I most likely signed my own death sentence. My Master does not forgive those trespasses lightly.”
Anakin didn’t look at him, didn’t want to find him sincere and have to decide whether or not to help Obi-Wan with his former Master’s therapy. He found it easier to remain stoic and silent and not make a decision either way.
He’d have to make it soon enough, he preferred to do it after Obi-Wan had been rescued, because Qui-Gon would most likely do something new to earn Anakin’s anger and he could return to feeling hatred and pity for the man.
Dooku scowled at the clone that was even now shrinking back from him.
“What do you mean he escaped?” he snarled.
The clone stammered an apology even as Dooku waved a hand and sent him flying against the wall, where he crumpled and was still.
His comrades remained silent, each bent to the task they’d been working on.
Two more clones appeared in the doorway to his silent summons. Standing at the ready, neither looked at their fallen compatriot.
He snarled at them, Anakin Skywalker and Qui-Gon Jinn were finally here; his plans hadn’t changed although he was even now questioning the wisdom of destroying the other Jedi in order to gain Skywalker’s allegiance and Qui-Gon’s continued loyalty.
Obviously there was more to Obi-Wan Kenobi then originally met the eye and Dooku hated puzzles. Hated not knowing something.
He had not yet decided if he would put off killing Kenobi until he could determine why all of his plans up to this point had failed, and now it seemed he was running out of time.
“Find him; search the whole ship room by room if you need to. But find him,” he turned to the view screen. A small shuttle was making its way to the ship, he wanted to shoot it down but was unable to because the ships weapons had all overloaded. He turned as they were leaving.
“I want him alive.”
Dooku’s guards were kind of freaking him out. He wondered if they had access to the Force and then decided that was nonsense.
They were clones. The clone soldiers didn’t have access to the Force they were bred to be fighters and followers.
They still seemed to have an uncanny ability to determine exactly where he was hiding though, probably Dooku was sitting in some nice, swank office telling them exactly where to search for him next.
Luckily he had managed to squeak by them so far but his luck, it seemed, was bound and determined not to hold out.
He wondered if deer felt this way when they were being hunted.
All of the doors to every room he’d passed were half open. Electric failure of some sort Ewan had decided. Then decided he didn’t care, because if the doors were open he could duck into a room provided that the guards didn’t try and search the room that he was currently hiding in.
The ship wasn’t moving any longer, Ewan wasn’t sure exactly how he had determined that. But I wasn’t moving and there had been one final screeching noise and then everything was silent.
Two guards turned down his hallway and he dodged into a dark room, no lights with the exception of the ones from the hallway. He stayed in the shadows and crept along the wall.
The guards slowed, peering into the room and Ewan bumped, hard into a large unmovable object.
He didn’t swear, didn’t make a sound and the object itself looked to be bolted to the floor because he hadn’t managed to disturb anything on its top.
The guards peered around the room and Ewan shrank against the wall and tried to think invisible thoughts.
Finally the guards turned and left and Ewan breathed a sigh of relief though it was not audible.
He ran a hand over the thing he’d run into, found it to be a little higher than waist high and almost jumped when his hand encountered something metal.
He leaned down, closer so he was barely a nose width away and his eyes widened.
There were three lightsabers on the thing. He allowed his hand to drift over them a smile coming to his face.
Well he’d been looking for a weapon, he would really have rather it had been a blaster so he could stand a fair distance away but at this point he’d take what he could get.
The lightsaber had called to him. Not as loudly as the one Qui-Gon Jinn had taken from him while he’d been drugged and restrained and locked away from the Force, but still it had called.
The blade was a pale green when he activated it, reminiscent of Qui-Gon’s though if he remembered correctly Qui-Gon Jinn’s had been a darker green then the pale green that he saw before him.
At least it wasn’t pink.
He shut it down, no sense in just broadcasting to the guards where he was after all. He kept it in his hand though, gripping it tightly.
He had a weapon. He had the training and he could remember Nick being impressed by how fast he’d picked up the footwork and the techniques. If he could remember them and actually be able to fight a battle without it being choreographed out for him from beginning to end he’d be good to go.
He could improvise he thought. It shouldn’t be that hard.
The ship shuddered and jerked as Mace set it down in the landing bay. Anakin smothered a smirk in the co-pilots seat, he could have managed a much smoother landing, it gratified him to know that he was obviously much better at flying than Mace Windu.
Anakin stood, ignoring Qui-Gon as he brushed past him. Mace followed and Qui-Gon with a heavy sigh followed him.
At the door Anakin was halted by Mace’s hand on his shoulder. He turned, his displeasure at being stopped evident on his face, only to find Mace staring at Qui-Gon.
Obi-Wan was close, his presence pushing at the edges of his awareness and Anakin was anxious to get off the ship and go to him, find him safe and take him home. Far away from those that would attempt to take him away.
“I don’t need to tell you that if you have any thoughts of turning on us that I will not hesitate to strike you down,” Mace glanced over at Anakin. “And I know that Knight Skywalker would relish the opportunity to do so.”
“I am only here to help,” Qui-Gon’s voice was soft but forceful, and his eyes did not meet Mace’s but locked on Anakin’s as if he thought that Anakin was the one that needed to know that, to be persuaded by it.
Anakin still did not care. Maybe after he had Obi-Wan back, safe and unharmed he might consider it. But as it stood now Qui-Gon was the enemy, a Sith and Anakin questioned the wisdom at allowing him onto the ship with his Master.
His loyalty might only be guaranteed by the threat against Obi-Wan’s life, but if Count Dooku changed his mind and decided to not harm Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon might not continue to side with them.
And that just did not bear thinking about.
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