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laniew1Last update before the long holiday weekend. I'll be online intermittently but will not have much time to write. So expect to see more Wednesday.
I was really planning on writing this whole thing from Ewan’s point of view, but then Anakin decided that he wanted a say and bad guys wanted theirs so the next part will probably have a bit of Anakin with the normal Ewan.
Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3.
If he was going to be here for the long haul he’d really have to look at inserting some color into Obi-Wan’s wardrobe. He didn’t think he could take walking around in the same exact colors that adorned the floor of the apartment he lived in.
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 4
The door buzzer thing woke him up. He’d been sleeping in his nice comfortable, very much not a hospital bed but still not the bed that he normally slept in which meant he was still in Oz (or insane but he was going with Oz), when he heard it.
He pushed back the covers, wiped a hand over his mouth and vowed to make somebody tell him why he couldn’t shave if he had to sit on them.
He yawned, felt his jaw crack and realized after a glance out the weird window thing that Anakin had worked for him that it was still dark out.
He stumbled from the room just in time to see Anakin letting Yoda, Mace Windu and two extras that carried lightsabers which meant they were Jedi even though he had no clue who there were.
All five looked perky and awake, obviously morning people while he himself was not a morning person and required at least a cup and a half of coffee in order to make sure he didn’t drown himself in the shower.
He wondered if they had coffee here, or if they called it something else.
“Good morning,” he yawned and stretched and realized suddenly that Jedi could show emotion after all. He couldn’t wait to go home and tell George that he was full of shit, of course George would just have him committed but still.
Mace’s lip quirked before he managed to get himself in check, Yoda visibly cracked a smile which looked slightly disturbing and Anakin laughed, then snorted then managed to turn the whole thing into a cough in under two seconds.
The extra’s both held their hands over their mouths to hide their grins, obviously they weren’t Master Jedi.
He ran a hand over his head and fought to keep the mortification from showing on his face.
He was standing in front of Anakin and Yoda and Mace and two guys that he didn’t know in this universes equivalent of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and he could feel that his hair was almost literally standing up on end.
He suddenly missed the short buzz cut that he’d had in the first movie.
And he suddenly wanted a hole to appear in the nicely carpeted floor so he could fall through it and save anyone the trouble of killing him.
“I…” he glanced at Anakin and he must have been doing a lousy job of hiding his mortification and his panic because Anakin’s expression morphed into something akin to compassion with an edge of worry and his voice was soft when he finally spoke.
“Master, why don’t you go get dressed while I talk with our guests.”
“Right, okay,” and he turned and fled to his room like the coward that he was. The door shut behind him which he thought might have been Anakin’s doing since he’d not even thought about closing it.
The room was almost pitchblack with the door closed and the shade thingies shut and he sat on his bed and tried not to feel sorry for himself.
He was an actor dammit, some people told him that he was a very good actor so why was he having such difficulty with this?
What Yoda was asking him to do, to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, he’d thought he could do that. He had done that in three films and by the time they’d finished filming Revenge of The Sith he’d felt like he’d known Obi-Wan better than he knew himself.
But now… this Obi-Wan was different from the way that Ewan had played him. This Obi-Wan had feelings and emotions and he lived with Anakin who hovered and tried to protect and Ewan didn’t know how to factor all that into the characterization of the Jedi Master that he’d built into his head.
He had to figure out a way though, he had to. Because he couldn’t keep slipping out of character. It would only take that happening once in front of the Chancellor (Emperor, Sith Lord. Is anyone fucking listening to me!!!) and he could foresee him meeting a lightsaber other than his up close and personal.
“Fuck,” he held his head in his hands and breathed. “I want to go home,” said softly and his stomach hurt.
Eve and the girls and Jude and Jonny and Hayden and he’d only been here (real, not real he couldn’t even decide which he’d rather) for at the most two days and his heart ached with missing them.
His family and his friends.
He wondered if he would ever see them again.
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They’d locked him in his room.
Undoubtedly that meant they were either talking about him or were afraid that he would try to escape, and he had a feeling that wasn’t just the paranoia talking.
He banged on the door but no one responded, and he couldn’t decide if they were ignoring him or if the rooms were sound proofed. Sound proofing the room seemed kind of silly because what if he sleep walked and played with his lightsaber and set his room on fire. He’d be stuck and dead.
They were probably just ignoring him… or they’d left the apartment while he was trying to overcome his brief moment of despair. He hoped that wouldn’t happen again.
He’d finally motivated himself enough to take the shower and then it had taken him almost ten minutes to figure out how to do just that because there were no knobs just little panels and he’d kept hitting the wrong sequence obviously.
The shower had beeped at him twice and he thought he might have made a long distance phone call at one point since a voice speaking a language he didn’t understand had come out of what he’d thought was a soap dispenser.
He’d been wrong.
After much trial and error he’d figured it out though and it had pleased him an inordinate amount that he hadn’t needed to call for help just to take a shower.
So now he felt clean and refreshed and was clad once more in a tan tunic and tan pants. He felt very boring and would give his right arm (although not literally) for a pair of jeans.
If he was going to be here for the long haul he’d really have to look at inserting some color into Obi-Wan’s wardrobe. He didn’t think he could take walking around in the same exact colors that adorned the floor of the apartment he lived in.
He blamed it on the fact that he’d been so tired and irritated with Anakin for not noticing it the night before.
Black was a nice neutral color, Anakin wore it quite frequently and Mace wore it as well so the Jedi couldn’t find fault with it.
Obi-Wan might if/when he returned. But Ewan figured if push came to shove Obi-Wan, when he returned, could donate the colors he didn’t like to charity and Ewan, while he was here, wouldn’t have to feel like he was fading into the woodwork.
He glanced around the room and wondered how long they were going to keep him in there. He was actually starting to get a little hungry and he could really use a shot of caffeine… or alcohol but he thought it might be too early for that, and he also thought the Jedi didn’t drink.
He noticed his lightsaber was sitting on the little table by his bed when he was almost sure that he’d left it on the dresser thing on the other wall. Sitting next to it was a cup and Ewan picked it up and sniffed it curiously.
It gave off a sort of nutty aroma and was still warm; he took a tiny little sip and hoped that Anakin wouldn’t allow them to poison him. The drink hit his system like a jolt of electricity and he drained the cup in three big gulps and felt ready to battle the day.
Which of course was the exact moment when the door opened and Yoda hobbled slowly in.
“Master Kenobi,” the diminutive green not a puppet nodded at him and stopped in the doorway.
“Master Yoda,” he inclined his head and tried to affect a proper Jedi pose. He saw Anakin appear behind Yoda, Mace was visible in the living room head bent alongside the Jedi that Ewan hadn’t recognized.
“They want to run a few more tests,” Anakin said quietly, he wouldn’t meet Ewan’s eyes and Ewan couldn’t figure out why. Did Anakin want the tests? Not want the tests?
“More tests,” Ewan said numbly. He didn’t want to go back to the healers and have them ask questions he didn’t know the answers for, he didn’t want the medi-droids poking and prodding him and taking more blood then they were leaving with him.
“Just to you know… make sure they’ve found everything that can be found.”
Ewan growled and felt all the lovely energy that he’d had just vanish into thin air.
Anakin looked upset and Yoda didn’t look that pleased either, Ewan was pissed off as all hell and didn’t care who knew it.
He’d thought he wouldn’t have to go back, thought that when Anakin had shown up to take him home that he’d be home until he either went back to his actual home or… well there was no ‘or’ because there was nothing for him to remember.
He wasn’t Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he couldn’t pull memories that didn’t exist out of his ass.
His voice was bitter and angry and he wasn’t a Jedi so he saw no reason to hide what he was feeling.
“Why don’t you all just knock me upside the head and see if we can lose what little is left in there yet.”
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I was really planning on writing this whole thing from Ewan’s point of view, but then Anakin decided that he wanted a say and bad guys wanted theirs so the next part will probably have a bit of Anakin with the normal Ewan.
Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3.
If he was going to be here for the long haul he’d really have to look at inserting some color into Obi-Wan’s wardrobe. He didn’t think he could take walking around in the same exact colors that adorned the floor of the apartment he lived in.
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 4
The door buzzer thing woke him up. He’d been sleeping in his nice comfortable, very much not a hospital bed but still not the bed that he normally slept in which meant he was still in Oz (or insane but he was going with Oz), when he heard it.
He pushed back the covers, wiped a hand over his mouth and vowed to make somebody tell him why he couldn’t shave if he had to sit on them.
He yawned, felt his jaw crack and realized after a glance out the weird window thing that Anakin had worked for him that it was still dark out.
He stumbled from the room just in time to see Anakin letting Yoda, Mace Windu and two extras that carried lightsabers which meant they were Jedi even though he had no clue who there were.
All five looked perky and awake, obviously morning people while he himself was not a morning person and required at least a cup and a half of coffee in order to make sure he didn’t drown himself in the shower.
He wondered if they had coffee here, or if they called it something else.
“Good morning,” he yawned and stretched and realized suddenly that Jedi could show emotion after all. He couldn’t wait to go home and tell George that he was full of shit, of course George would just have him committed but still.
Mace’s lip quirked before he managed to get himself in check, Yoda visibly cracked a smile which looked slightly disturbing and Anakin laughed, then snorted then managed to turn the whole thing into a cough in under two seconds.
The extra’s both held their hands over their mouths to hide their grins, obviously they weren’t Master Jedi.
He ran a hand over his head and fought to keep the mortification from showing on his face.
He was standing in front of Anakin and Yoda and Mace and two guys that he didn’t know in this universes equivalent of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and he could feel that his hair was almost literally standing up on end.
He suddenly missed the short buzz cut that he’d had in the first movie.
And he suddenly wanted a hole to appear in the nicely carpeted floor so he could fall through it and save anyone the trouble of killing him.
“I…” he glanced at Anakin and he must have been doing a lousy job of hiding his mortification and his panic because Anakin’s expression morphed into something akin to compassion with an edge of worry and his voice was soft when he finally spoke.
“Master, why don’t you go get dressed while I talk with our guests.”
“Right, okay,” and he turned and fled to his room like the coward that he was. The door shut behind him which he thought might have been Anakin’s doing since he’d not even thought about closing it.
The room was almost pitchblack with the door closed and the shade thingies shut and he sat on his bed and tried not to feel sorry for himself.
He was an actor dammit, some people told him that he was a very good actor so why was he having such difficulty with this?
What Yoda was asking him to do, to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, he’d thought he could do that. He had done that in three films and by the time they’d finished filming Revenge of The Sith he’d felt like he’d known Obi-Wan better than he knew himself.
But now… this Obi-Wan was different from the way that Ewan had played him. This Obi-Wan had feelings and emotions and he lived with Anakin who hovered and tried to protect and Ewan didn’t know how to factor all that into the characterization of the Jedi Master that he’d built into his head.
He had to figure out a way though, he had to. Because he couldn’t keep slipping out of character. It would only take that happening once in front of the Chancellor (Emperor, Sith Lord. Is anyone fucking listening to me!!!) and he could foresee him meeting a lightsaber other than his up close and personal.
“Fuck,” he held his head in his hands and breathed. “I want to go home,” said softly and his stomach hurt.
Eve and the girls and Jude and Jonny and Hayden and he’d only been here (real, not real he couldn’t even decide which he’d rather) for at the most two days and his heart ached with missing them.
His family and his friends.
He wondered if he would ever see them again.
They’d locked him in his room.
Undoubtedly that meant they were either talking about him or were afraid that he would try to escape, and he had a feeling that wasn’t just the paranoia talking.
He banged on the door but no one responded, and he couldn’t decide if they were ignoring him or if the rooms were sound proofed. Sound proofing the room seemed kind of silly because what if he sleep walked and played with his lightsaber and set his room on fire. He’d be stuck and dead.
They were probably just ignoring him… or they’d left the apartment while he was trying to overcome his brief moment of despair. He hoped that wouldn’t happen again.
He’d finally motivated himself enough to take the shower and then it had taken him almost ten minutes to figure out how to do just that because there were no knobs just little panels and he’d kept hitting the wrong sequence obviously.
The shower had beeped at him twice and he thought he might have made a long distance phone call at one point since a voice speaking a language he didn’t understand had come out of what he’d thought was a soap dispenser.
He’d been wrong.
After much trial and error he’d figured it out though and it had pleased him an inordinate amount that he hadn’t needed to call for help just to take a shower.
So now he felt clean and refreshed and was clad once more in a tan tunic and tan pants. He felt very boring and would give his right arm (although not literally) for a pair of jeans.
If he was going to be here for the long haul he’d really have to look at inserting some color into Obi-Wan’s wardrobe. He didn’t think he could take walking around in the same exact colors that adorned the floor of the apartment he lived in.
He blamed it on the fact that he’d been so tired and irritated with Anakin for not noticing it the night before.
Black was a nice neutral color, Anakin wore it quite frequently and Mace wore it as well so the Jedi couldn’t find fault with it.
Obi-Wan might if/when he returned. But Ewan figured if push came to shove Obi-Wan, when he returned, could donate the colors he didn’t like to charity and Ewan, while he was here, wouldn’t have to feel like he was fading into the woodwork.
He glanced around the room and wondered how long they were going to keep him in there. He was actually starting to get a little hungry and he could really use a shot of caffeine… or alcohol but he thought it might be too early for that, and he also thought the Jedi didn’t drink.
He noticed his lightsaber was sitting on the little table by his bed when he was almost sure that he’d left it on the dresser thing on the other wall. Sitting next to it was a cup and Ewan picked it up and sniffed it curiously.
It gave off a sort of nutty aroma and was still warm; he took a tiny little sip and hoped that Anakin wouldn’t allow them to poison him. The drink hit his system like a jolt of electricity and he drained the cup in three big gulps and felt ready to battle the day.
Which of course was the exact moment when the door opened and Yoda hobbled slowly in.
“Master Kenobi,” the diminutive green not a puppet nodded at him and stopped in the doorway.
“Master Yoda,” he inclined his head and tried to affect a proper Jedi pose. He saw Anakin appear behind Yoda, Mace was visible in the living room head bent alongside the Jedi that Ewan hadn’t recognized.
“They want to run a few more tests,” Anakin said quietly, he wouldn’t meet Ewan’s eyes and Ewan couldn’t figure out why. Did Anakin want the tests? Not want the tests?
“More tests,” Ewan said numbly. He didn’t want to go back to the healers and have them ask questions he didn’t know the answers for, he didn’t want the medi-droids poking and prodding him and taking more blood then they were leaving with him.
“Just to you know… make sure they’ve found everything that can be found.”
Ewan growled and felt all the lovely energy that he’d had just vanish into thin air.
Anakin looked upset and Yoda didn’t look that pleased either, Ewan was pissed off as all hell and didn’t care who knew it.
He’d thought he wouldn’t have to go back, thought that when Anakin had shown up to take him home that he’d be home until he either went back to his actual home or… well there was no ‘or’ because there was nothing for him to remember.
He wasn’t Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he couldn’t pull memories that didn’t exist out of his ass.
His voice was bitter and angry and he wasn’t a Jedi so he saw no reason to hide what he was feeling.
“Why don’t you all just knock me upside the head and see if we can lose what little is left in there yet.”
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Date: 2005-07-04 08:59 am (UTC)*really, truly cracks up*
Oh, that was brilliant. More soon please. :)