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laniew1This is crack fic, complete and utter crack fic and you don't know the hell I went through yesterday trying to write with Ewan McGregor standing over my shoulder whispering in my ear.
I'm so going to hell.
This is a cross between RPS and FPS and it will be continued.
He was never quite sure how it happened. One minute he’d been relaxing on his couch (the faux leather one that Jonny had called him a nancy boy for purchasing) chatting up Jude (or rather Jude was chatting him up, bitching about Sienna like that was anything new but since Jude’d had to listen to him bitch about… well everything it only seemed fair) and the next thing he knew he’d been lying on a very uncomfortable bed.
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.
Between Space and Time - Part 1
He was never quite sure how it happened. One minute he’d been relaxing on his couch (the faux leather one that Jonny had called him a nancy boy for purchasing) chatting up Jude (or rather Jude was chatting him up, bitching about Sienna like that was anything new but since Jude’d had to listen to him bitch about… well everything it only seemed fair) and the next thing he knew he’d been lying on a very uncomfortable bed.
He’d blinked and shook his head and instantly regretted it.
He wondered if he’d possibly imbibed to much liquor or someone had slipped him something, but then he remembered that he’d been alone and he hadn’t been drinking.
Unless someone had slipped something into his tea and he wouldn’t put it past Jude or Jonny to fly in and do exactly that.
He glanced around a room that looked vaguely familiar although he couldn’t remember from where and ran his hand across his chin because it itched.
Damn beard.
He froze.
Because he’d shaved about two minutes after Revenge of the Sith had finished shooting because the damn beard had been driving him insane.
He hated facial hair. And he hated George Lucas for bloody well deciding that Obi-Wan needed to look more mature, older and told him in no uncertain terms that he was to grow it or he would paste something fake and painful to his chin instead.
“So how is he?”
The voice was familiar and Ewan strained to both hear it and determine who it was.
It was answered a moment later when Hayden walked into the room, followed by Sam Jackson and a puppet that looked exactly like Yoda but couldn’t possibly be.
They shot most of Yoda’s scenes separately because they were a bitch to get right, even with all the technology advancements that George had pioneered himself.
“Obi-Wan how do you feel?” Sam gave him a smile that looked forced and Hayden a smile that tried to look reassuring but really didn’t manage it all that well. Yoda had managed to get himself up on the bed beside him and Ewan scowled.
“That’s not my name,” Ewan stated. “And I think you’re all bloody nuts, did Jude put you up to this? Because I’ll so kick his ass.”
“The name you were born with it is,” Yoda patted his hand and Ewan startled back. Because that touch had felt surprising real. Not at all like the puppet that Ewan had touched on his final day of shooting.
“A slight concussion the healer said,” Hayden said, his expression managing to look both worried and scared at the same time.
“We should leave Master Kenobi to his rest,” Yoda said staring into his eyes, he felt a tingling at the back of his neck and a shiver ran down his spine. It felt like someone had just walked over his grave and he wasn’t even superstitious.
Sam and Hayden hurriedly agreed, although not before Hayden squeezed his shoulder.
Then they were gone, door closing behind them and Ewan was left alone with a puppet.
A puppet that had no strings and that was staring at him with all-seeing eyes.
“Out of time and place you have been pulled,” Yoda murmured and Ewan shifted. Glanced down and realized that he was no longer in the boxer and t-shirt that he’d been lounging in.
It was like he was back filming again, tan pants, tan tunic, sash. A look at the bedside table showed a lightsaber lying there, innocuous and innocent. It looked like the one he’d played with on the set.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Ewan said it automatically even though he was getting a really strange, Christ I’m not in Kansas anymore, vibe.
“Curious,” Yoda patted his hand and moved from the bed to the floor in one fluid motion that Ewan didn’t even really see. He was pretty spry for a puppet. “Get some rest you should, tomorrow a long day will be.”
The puppet gave him a nod and then left. Leaving him alone in a room that he still only slightly recognized.
His hand trembled as he reached out for the lightsaber.
This would be the truth then, if it was nothing but a heavy piece of metal then Jude was so getting his ass kicked when Ewan figured out where the hell he was and managed to get home. If it was…
Well that he wasn’t going to think about because it would be insane and he left insane up to Jonny and his fucked up relationship with Angie.
The lightsaber felt heavy in his hand, so far so good, he gave it a good swish and almost fell out of the bed in shock when it swooshed into existence.
The long thin blue blade that was always added in after the fact to get the best special effects hummed quietly.
“I am so fucked.”
I'm so going to hell.
This is a cross between RPS and FPS and it will be continued.
He was never quite sure how it happened. One minute he’d been relaxing on his couch (the faux leather one that Jonny had called him a nancy boy for purchasing) chatting up Jude (or rather Jude was chatting him up, bitching about Sienna like that was anything new but since Jude’d had to listen to him bitch about… well everything it only seemed fair) and the next thing he knew he’d been lying on a very uncomfortable bed.
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.
Between Space and Time - Part 1
He was never quite sure how it happened. One minute he’d been relaxing on his couch (the faux leather one that Jonny had called him a nancy boy for purchasing) chatting up Jude (or rather Jude was chatting him up, bitching about Sienna like that was anything new but since Jude’d had to listen to him bitch about… well everything it only seemed fair) and the next thing he knew he’d been lying on a very uncomfortable bed.
He’d blinked and shook his head and instantly regretted it.
He wondered if he’d possibly imbibed to much liquor or someone had slipped him something, but then he remembered that he’d been alone and he hadn’t been drinking.
Unless someone had slipped something into his tea and he wouldn’t put it past Jude or Jonny to fly in and do exactly that.
He glanced around a room that looked vaguely familiar although he couldn’t remember from where and ran his hand across his chin because it itched.
Damn beard.
He froze.
Because he’d shaved about two minutes after Revenge of the Sith had finished shooting because the damn beard had been driving him insane.
He hated facial hair. And he hated George Lucas for bloody well deciding that Obi-Wan needed to look more mature, older and told him in no uncertain terms that he was to grow it or he would paste something fake and painful to his chin instead.
“So how is he?”
The voice was familiar and Ewan strained to both hear it and determine who it was.
It was answered a moment later when Hayden walked into the room, followed by Sam Jackson and a puppet that looked exactly like Yoda but couldn’t possibly be.
They shot most of Yoda’s scenes separately because they were a bitch to get right, even with all the technology advancements that George had pioneered himself.
“Obi-Wan how do you feel?” Sam gave him a smile that looked forced and Hayden a smile that tried to look reassuring but really didn’t manage it all that well. Yoda had managed to get himself up on the bed beside him and Ewan scowled.
“That’s not my name,” Ewan stated. “And I think you’re all bloody nuts, did Jude put you up to this? Because I’ll so kick his ass.”
“The name you were born with it is,” Yoda patted his hand and Ewan startled back. Because that touch had felt surprising real. Not at all like the puppet that Ewan had touched on his final day of shooting.
“A slight concussion the healer said,” Hayden said, his expression managing to look both worried and scared at the same time.
“We should leave Master Kenobi to his rest,” Yoda said staring into his eyes, he felt a tingling at the back of his neck and a shiver ran down his spine. It felt like someone had just walked over his grave and he wasn’t even superstitious.
Sam and Hayden hurriedly agreed, although not before Hayden squeezed his shoulder.
Then they were gone, door closing behind them and Ewan was left alone with a puppet.
A puppet that had no strings and that was staring at him with all-seeing eyes.
“Out of time and place you have been pulled,” Yoda murmured and Ewan shifted. Glanced down and realized that he was no longer in the boxer and t-shirt that he’d been lounging in.
It was like he was back filming again, tan pants, tan tunic, sash. A look at the bedside table showed a lightsaber lying there, innocuous and innocent. It looked like the one he’d played with on the set.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Ewan said it automatically even though he was getting a really strange, Christ I’m not in Kansas anymore, vibe.
“Curious,” Yoda patted his hand and moved from the bed to the floor in one fluid motion that Ewan didn’t even really see. He was pretty spry for a puppet. “Get some rest you should, tomorrow a long day will be.”
The puppet gave him a nod and then left. Leaving him alone in a room that he still only slightly recognized.
His hand trembled as he reached out for the lightsaber.
This would be the truth then, if it was nothing but a heavy piece of metal then Jude was so getting his ass kicked when Ewan figured out where the hell he was and managed to get home. If it was…
Well that he wasn’t going to think about because it would be insane and he left insane up to Jonny and his fucked up relationship with Angie.
The lightsaber felt heavy in his hand, so far so good, he gave it a good swish and almost fell out of the bed in shock when it swooshed into existence.
The long thin blue blade that was always added in after the fact to get the best special effects hummed quietly.
“I am so fucked.”