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laniew1I can’t get Ewan to shut the hell up, for some reason he finds this all very amusing… so more crack!fic.
Question… would you rather have one substantial update a week (most likely on Thursday) or the several smaller updates a week like I’ve been doing?
You should read Part 1 and Part 2 first, or this won’t make any sense.
“You didn’t even hit your head that hard.”
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 & Time – Part 3
Ewan wasn’t sure exactly what Yoda had told the Jedi Council about him, he’d not been privy to the conversation.
He probably should have forced Yoda to at least give him a copy of the script though because from the way that Anakin was treating him like he was going to drop dead at any second Ewan thought maybe the Jedi weren’t quite sure what amnesia was.
Maybe they called it something else and amnesia actually meant he’d be dead in six months in this universe from some incurable disease.
Anakin was being polite and overly solicitous and it was beginning to drive him a little insane.
And to think he’d been so happy to see Anakin when he’d arrived to spring him from the hospital room that a rather stern medi-droid had been holding him captive in.
Now though, standing in the middle of an apartment that had to be Obi-Wan’s from the way that Anakin was watching him with a hopeful expression, Ewan thought maybe he’d have been better off staying in the hospital. Because at least there people expected him to act like he didn’t remember anything.
From the way that Anakin was watching him it seemed like he thought Ewan was going to take one look at the room and go ‘oh my god I remember everything.’
He glanced around the apartment with interest, because it was a lot different than what George had described to him that one time that he’d asked what it would look like.
‘A room, with a cot, now stop fucking around. I’ve got a movie to make,’ was pretty much what George had told him. Except without the profanity, although he’d probably been thinking it.
Obviously the Jedi here didn’t have the same thing against owning possessions that George had wrote into his script, because he didn’t like visit museums in his spare time but the vase-like thing sitting on a wood table in the corner probably would have cost him a cool million.
Idly Ewan wondered if the Jedi got paid and if so how much. There might be a future in this Jedi business provided he didn’t have to fight Anakin or the Emperor or like die.
“Can I get anything for you Master?” Anakin, eyes wide waited on his answer, prepared to run out and get him anything he wanted. It was oddly like being back in Hollywood.
He ran a hand over his chin.
“How ‘bout a razor.”
When he looked up he noticed that Anakin looked properly horrified.
He hadn’t realized the beard was such an important social status thing to the Jedi. He’d thought George had been blowing smoke up his ass and had made him grow it because he looked younger than Hayden without it.
“You can’t shave!” Ewan raised an eyebrow as if to ask ‘and why not’ which Anakin didn’t answer, he just continued to splutter and wave his hands a lot.
Ewan wondered if there was some Italian blood in the background that Anakin didn’t know anything about, then remembered that they were supposedly in another galaxy. Maybe they had some sort of galactic equivalent to Italians?
So he ignored the hand waving and the under-the-breath mumbling and glanced over the apartment that apparently was his while Anakin got it out of his system. The apartment was a bit bigger than he would have thought.
The Jedi must either get their rooms for free or they got a nice salary.
Finally the other man quieted but a look over showed Anakin staring at him with a hopeful expression although it was beginning to give way to worry and sadness and something else that Ewan couldn’t quite put his finger on.
When he turned and pointedly returned the other mans stare Anakin dropped his eyes and toed at the carpet. Nice carpet, he wondered how much Obi-Wan had paid for it or if it had come with the apartment. It would look really nice in his game room at home.
Anakin looked the same but seemed a lot younger than Ewan remembered from the third movie. Maybe he was wrong about where they were?
Except the Chancellor had only been kidnapped once and Anakin and Obi-Wan had only gone after him the one time and yeah Obi-Wan had been knocked out but he’d regained consciousness before the end of the sequence. He remembered it vividly.
Hanging onto Hayden, praying that they’d get it in the one take because he really didn’t want to do this scene more than once.
So maybe the Chancellor had been kidnapped before and George had never mentioned it?
But George was anal about things like that. And it would have been important to the characters development. So if it had happened at some point in his saga George would have at least pulled Ian aside and said ‘look I know he’s the Emperor in the other movies but in these ones he’s just Chancellor Palpatine he gets kidnapped a lot, act like this is an everyday occurrence’.
So honestly he had no clue where they were in the movies and at this point he wondered if they might not even be there. This could be just some delusion. A very vivid delusion, because he remembered the heat from his lightsaber but a delusion nonetheless.
Or he could be unconscious on his couch dying and this was all some figment of his imagination. He hoped Eve at least got it cleaned to get rid of the odor before she shipped it to Jude.
They stood in awkward silence, Ewan staring at Anakin while Anakin avoided his eyes. When he cleared his throat because the silence was beginning to worry him the noise echoed through the apartment like a shot and Anakin’s eyes flew up to meet his.
He was kind of stunned by the emotions he saw there.
Desperation, sadness and he suddenly wanted to apologize for not being Anakin’s Obi-Wan. For not even knowing where Anakin’s Obi-Wan was or if he even still existed.
“I’m sorry,” he winced berated himself silently for not using the filter that kept him from sounding like a moron in front of someone who could kill him with a twist of his hand.
Fortunately he didn’t see murderous rage; he saw confusion and more sadness which honestly might be worse than the rage.
“You probably have other things you’d much rather be doing than baby-sitting your old Master.”
Anakin smiled softly, “You’re not so old Master, besides there isn’t any place I’d rather be then here. Not when you so obviously need me.”
Ewan didn’t snort or roll his eyes even though Anakin sounded earnest and truthful; there was no deceit in the lines of his face but it had to not be true. Because in the third movie Padmé was pregnant and Anakin was splitting his time between her and the Chancellor (Emperor, Sith Lord! Why wasn’t anybody getting that!)
But when he looked he only saw worry, directed at him. Or the him that Anakin thought him to be anyway.
“Surely Senator Amidala would appreciate your presence at her side,” he couldn’t tell Anakin what he knew (you’re married with twins on the way and if you go to the Dark Side of the Force you will most definitely not get to raise them.)
Anakin stared at him for a moment then shook his head as if he thought Obi-Wan was a few fries short of a happy meal. If they even had Happy Meals here.
“Padmé is on Naboo. The Queen requested her presence some seven months ago; she’s not scheduled to return until the Senate reconvenes.”
“Oh,” Ewan dragged a hand through his hair, scratched his chin and idly wondered what the fuck was going on. This was not how the movie progressed and he was drawing complete blanks on how he was supposed to proceed. “The Chancellor then…”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Anakin asked suspiciously narrowing his eyes at him.
Great move Ewan, make the young man who already has penchant for violence angry with you when you don’t have a clue how to fight him and live.
He heroically did not take a step back even though Anakin stepped up to him.
“Of course not,” Ewan huffed and stood his ground. “It’s just I don’t see the point of you sitting here waiting for me to remember something. I don’t think it’s going to happen that quickly.”
“You,” Anakin stated pointedly. “Are a pessimist. Besides Yoda said someone should be with you at all times and since I live here I seemed the most logical choice.”
“So you are babysitting me,” Ewan muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and not pouting. “Wait a minute… you live here?”
Anakin threw his hands in the air and muttered something that Ewan didn’t catch under his breath. Possibly it was a swear word.
Then he glared at him before he spun on his heel and moved over to the small black couch that didn’t look so much like a couch as a small black torture device.
“I didn’t think it was possible but you are even more infuriating now then you were when you knew exactly what to do to irritate me.”
“I’m irritating you? You should try being on this side of things,” Ewan grumbled.
If possible Anakin’s glare got harder.
“You didn’t even hit your head that hard.”
Question… would you rather have one substantial update a week (most likely on Thursday) or the several smaller updates a week like I’ve been doing?
You should read Part 1 and Part 2 first, or this won’t make any sense.
“You didn’t even hit your head that hard.”
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 & Time – Part 3
Ewan wasn’t sure exactly what Yoda had told the Jedi Council about him, he’d not been privy to the conversation.
He probably should have forced Yoda to at least give him a copy of the script though because from the way that Anakin was treating him like he was going to drop dead at any second Ewan thought maybe the Jedi weren’t quite sure what amnesia was.
Maybe they called it something else and amnesia actually meant he’d be dead in six months in this universe from some incurable disease.
Anakin was being polite and overly solicitous and it was beginning to drive him a little insane.
And to think he’d been so happy to see Anakin when he’d arrived to spring him from the hospital room that a rather stern medi-droid had been holding him captive in.
Now though, standing in the middle of an apartment that had to be Obi-Wan’s from the way that Anakin was watching him with a hopeful expression, Ewan thought maybe he’d have been better off staying in the hospital. Because at least there people expected him to act like he didn’t remember anything.
From the way that Anakin was watching him it seemed like he thought Ewan was going to take one look at the room and go ‘oh my god I remember everything.’
He glanced around the apartment with interest, because it was a lot different than what George had described to him that one time that he’d asked what it would look like.
‘A room, with a cot, now stop fucking around. I’ve got a movie to make,’ was pretty much what George had told him. Except without the profanity, although he’d probably been thinking it.
Obviously the Jedi here didn’t have the same thing against owning possessions that George had wrote into his script, because he didn’t like visit museums in his spare time but the vase-like thing sitting on a wood table in the corner probably would have cost him a cool million.
Idly Ewan wondered if the Jedi got paid and if so how much. There might be a future in this Jedi business provided he didn’t have to fight Anakin or the Emperor or like die.
“Can I get anything for you Master?” Anakin, eyes wide waited on his answer, prepared to run out and get him anything he wanted. It was oddly like being back in Hollywood.
He ran a hand over his chin.
“How ‘bout a razor.”
When he looked up he noticed that Anakin looked properly horrified.
He hadn’t realized the beard was such an important social status thing to the Jedi. He’d thought George had been blowing smoke up his ass and had made him grow it because he looked younger than Hayden without it.
“You can’t shave!” Ewan raised an eyebrow as if to ask ‘and why not’ which Anakin didn’t answer, he just continued to splutter and wave his hands a lot.
Ewan wondered if there was some Italian blood in the background that Anakin didn’t know anything about, then remembered that they were supposedly in another galaxy. Maybe they had some sort of galactic equivalent to Italians?
So he ignored the hand waving and the under-the-breath mumbling and glanced over the apartment that apparently was his while Anakin got it out of his system. The apartment was a bit bigger than he would have thought.
The Jedi must either get their rooms for free or they got a nice salary.
Finally the other man quieted but a look over showed Anakin staring at him with a hopeful expression although it was beginning to give way to worry and sadness and something else that Ewan couldn’t quite put his finger on.
When he turned and pointedly returned the other mans stare Anakin dropped his eyes and toed at the carpet. Nice carpet, he wondered how much Obi-Wan had paid for it or if it had come with the apartment. It would look really nice in his game room at home.
Anakin looked the same but seemed a lot younger than Ewan remembered from the third movie. Maybe he was wrong about where they were?
Except the Chancellor had only been kidnapped once and Anakin and Obi-Wan had only gone after him the one time and yeah Obi-Wan had been knocked out but he’d regained consciousness before the end of the sequence. He remembered it vividly.
Hanging onto Hayden, praying that they’d get it in the one take because he really didn’t want to do this scene more than once.
So maybe the Chancellor had been kidnapped before and George had never mentioned it?
But George was anal about things like that. And it would have been important to the characters development. So if it had happened at some point in his saga George would have at least pulled Ian aside and said ‘look I know he’s the Emperor in the other movies but in these ones he’s just Chancellor Palpatine he gets kidnapped a lot, act like this is an everyday occurrence’.
So honestly he had no clue where they were in the movies and at this point he wondered if they might not even be there. This could be just some delusion. A very vivid delusion, because he remembered the heat from his lightsaber but a delusion nonetheless.
Or he could be unconscious on his couch dying and this was all some figment of his imagination. He hoped Eve at least got it cleaned to get rid of the odor before she shipped it to Jude.
They stood in awkward silence, Ewan staring at Anakin while Anakin avoided his eyes. When he cleared his throat because the silence was beginning to worry him the noise echoed through the apartment like a shot and Anakin’s eyes flew up to meet his.
He was kind of stunned by the emotions he saw there.
Desperation, sadness and he suddenly wanted to apologize for not being Anakin’s Obi-Wan. For not even knowing where Anakin’s Obi-Wan was or if he even still existed.
“I’m sorry,” he winced berated himself silently for not using the filter that kept him from sounding like a moron in front of someone who could kill him with a twist of his hand.
Fortunately he didn’t see murderous rage; he saw confusion and more sadness which honestly might be worse than the rage.
“You probably have other things you’d much rather be doing than baby-sitting your old Master.”
Anakin smiled softly, “You’re not so old Master, besides there isn’t any place I’d rather be then here. Not when you so obviously need me.”
Ewan didn’t snort or roll his eyes even though Anakin sounded earnest and truthful; there was no deceit in the lines of his face but it had to not be true. Because in the third movie Padmé was pregnant and Anakin was splitting his time between her and the Chancellor (Emperor, Sith Lord! Why wasn’t anybody getting that!)
But when he looked he only saw worry, directed at him. Or the him that Anakin thought him to be anyway.
“Surely Senator Amidala would appreciate your presence at her side,” he couldn’t tell Anakin what he knew (you’re married with twins on the way and if you go to the Dark Side of the Force you will most definitely not get to raise them.)
Anakin stared at him for a moment then shook his head as if he thought Obi-Wan was a few fries short of a happy meal. If they even had Happy Meals here.
“Padmé is on Naboo. The Queen requested her presence some seven months ago; she’s not scheduled to return until the Senate reconvenes.”
“Oh,” Ewan dragged a hand through his hair, scratched his chin and idly wondered what the fuck was going on. This was not how the movie progressed and he was drawing complete blanks on how he was supposed to proceed. “The Chancellor then…”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Anakin asked suspiciously narrowing his eyes at him.
Great move Ewan, make the young man who already has penchant for violence angry with you when you don’t have a clue how to fight him and live.
He heroically did not take a step back even though Anakin stepped up to him.
“Of course not,” Ewan huffed and stood his ground. “It’s just I don’t see the point of you sitting here waiting for me to remember something. I don’t think it’s going to happen that quickly.”
“You,” Anakin stated pointedly. “Are a pessimist. Besides Yoda said someone should be with you at all times and since I live here I seemed the most logical choice.”
“So you are babysitting me,” Ewan muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and not pouting. “Wait a minute… you live here?”
Anakin threw his hands in the air and muttered something that Ewan didn’t catch under his breath. Possibly it was a swear word.
Then he glared at him before he spun on his heel and moved over to the small black couch that didn’t look so much like a couch as a small black torture device.
“I didn’t think it was possible but you are even more infuriating now then you were when you knew exactly what to do to irritate me.”
“I’m irritating you? You should try being on this side of things,” Ewan grumbled.
If possible Anakin’s glare got harder.
“You didn’t even hit your head that hard.”