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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4.
He hurt so much, he almost wished they’d knock him the fuck out because it felt like his brain was trying to push its way out of his head by way of his eyes and he really wanted to be unconscious before it succeeded in doing so.
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 5
He hated this. Hated it with all the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
Tests after more tests, medi-droids with needles and healers with hands that weren’t supposed to feel rough but pushed and pulled him in whichever direction they thought he needed to be.
His head ached and whatever had been in the shot the droids had given him before they’d shoved him into a tiny dark little box flashing purple blue lights had left him terrified and heaving over a metal pan when they’d finally extricated him.
He hadn’t managed to throw up yet and he wondered if he would even feel better if he did.
Anakin hovered in the doorway, his worry a palpable pulse in the room. It was beginning to give him a headache and Ewan was about thirty seconds from asking him to leave him the fuck alone.
He coughed and spat and his stomach rolled around in his chest.
He took a deep breath and regretted it almost instantly when his head throbbed and his stomach finally staged the revolt that it had been looking for.
He blacked out, he wanted his mother who used to cuddle him and hold a wet flannel to his forehead when he was sick.
When he finally came back he was lying on his side, a wet cloth against his lips and Anakin’s hand warm against his forehead.
“Master, master…” softly spoken as the hand stroked sweat soaked hair from his forehead. Ewan had an insane desire to wrap his arms around the younger man and cling to him. Because Anakin was there and warm and gentle like his mother used to be.
“I’m fine,” he managed, coughing again, closing his eyes because suddenly the room seemed unbearably bright and his head throbbed.
“It shouldn’t be affecting him like this,” Anakin’s voice was loud and angry, Ewan wondered why he was shouting since the healer was standing right there.
A groan escaped him despite his best efforts in holding it back. He hoped they were almost done because he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
He hurt so much, he almost wished they’d knock him the fuck out because it felt like his brain was trying to push its way out of his head by way of his eyes and he really wanted to be unconscious before it succeeded in doing so.
“It’s doing what it’s supposed to,” the Healer stated matter-of-factly.
“Are you even a certified Healer?” Anakin asked his voice laced with sarcasm. “Because you can’t tell me that he’s supposed to be throwing up into a pan or having panic attacks in the Serenity Chamber. This is not normal.”
Serenity Chamber? Ewan wondered what was supposed to be so serene about that box they’d shoved him into.
“If you’d like I can fetch one of the other Healers, but they are going to tell you exactly the same thing that I’ve told you. Whatever is in his system needs to be forced out; the regular treatments that we would prescribe to anyone else will not work on him…”
“Because he’s a Jedi, you’ve already said that,” Ewan could picture Anakin waving his hand dismissively. And from the sigh that he heard the Healer utter that was most likely exactly what he’d done.
“Well we do not have much more to go on, especially since we don’t know what the drug in his system is.”
Ewan frowned internally because he didn’t think he could force facial muscles to cooperate at the moment. He’d been drugged? What the fuck?
“As such there are only two other treatments that can be used. We’ve already ruled out utilizing the Serenity Chamber to assist him in slipping into a Healing Trance because of the panic attack he had while inside…”
“And do you know why? He’s never had that type of reaction to the Chamber before.”
“Master Yoda is looking into some possibilities. The only other option open to us is the purgative we gave him, it seems to be clearing whatever was in his system out but it also is reacting badly to his body chemistry. As soon as it clears his system he should start feeling better almost immediately.”
“And his memory?” Anakin asked and the Healer sighed again.
“As we told you and Master Yoda earlier this morning, we cannot guarantee that Master Kenobi will ever regain his memory.”
Heh… Ewan could have told them that. If anyone had bothered to ask him his opinion on the matter.
You can’t remember what you don’t already know.
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The room was unbearably bright and Ewan pressed a hand over his eyes and curled in on himself. He felt better but Christ did the lights need to be that bright?
“You’re not going back to sleep are you?” the voice was amused… Ewan frowned, and familiar.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinked and stared in incomprehension. This couldn’t be good.
“Fuck.”
“Yes I said much the same thing,” a man that could only be… well him… or a him that was still in character as Obi-Wan Kenobi because he wasn’t currently dressed as him, as he was laying there in the boxer and t-shirt that he’d fallen asleep in all those days ago.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and eyed him with interest. “Except without the swearing I believe.”
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He entered by way of a secret door, robe covering his face and clothes from view.
“Well?” the voice was low and gravelly and it terrified him to the very pits of his soul. He wanted to be anywhere but here delivering this news of failure.
Especially since it shouldn’t have been a failure, the drug had been tested twice and in both cases those that had ingested it had lived but ceased to exist. It has pushed their conscious mind somewhere far away and not allowed it to return.
The body existed in a vegetative state with no idea of what was happening around them.
It had never been tested on a Jedi, because the Jedi were just men. People, some human, some not and it should have played no factor in this assignment.
Obviously he should have found a Jedi to test the drug on before saying that it would work.
“Jedi Master Kenobi still lives,” he managed to get it and wondered if it would be cowardly to run. When he felt the pressure around his throat he thought that might have been the best option. But this man… this thing would have found him anywhere.
“How can this be,” invisible fingers dug into his throat and he knew that if he wasn’t dead when they released him that they would leave bruises.
“I don’t know…” he gasped for air, found none and saw spots dancing in front of his eyes. “Warned you… experimental drug…”
The hand released him and he fell to the ground in an ungraceful pile, hands wrapped around his neck protectively gasping for air.
“You assured me that this…” the voice was sneering though no longer sounded angry. He wondered if he would get a reprieve and possibly a second chance. “This drug would work. That it would make Kenobi no more than a vegetable, with no awareness of those around him…” he curled into a ball as he felt the robes of the other man brush against his face. Felt the warm breath against his neck. “I’ve seen Master Kenobi and he has awareness, he is not a vegetable.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he kissed the hem of the robe, begging forgiveness.
“You know the old adage,” he felt those invisible fingers once more close around his throat, tightening slowly. And he knew that there would be no reprieve, even as he wondered why this man wanted the Jedi gone, if not dead. “If you want something done right, you do it yourself.”
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Anakin was very impressed with his self-control.
After all he hadn’t struck the Healer down the minute that Obi-Wan had passed out and it would have been well within his rights.
It would have been a moot point when the Healer was terrified of him and doing everything in her power to figure out what had happened.
“Young Skywalker,” Yoda’s voice was disapproving and Anakin knew that he would have to tread carefully if he didn’t want to be thrown and kept out of the room because Yoda thought that he was a threat to Obi-Wan.
He would never hurt Obi-Wan, never.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he kept his voice calm but he himself could hear the snarl and defiance. Yoda was not going to be pleased.
“Ask you to leave I did not,” the door closed behind him and Anakin could feel the Master moving behind him. He was not surprised to glance over and see Yoda hovering next to him although he was surprised to see him staring at Obi-Wan instead of him.
“Do they know anything yet?”
“Running tests still they are.”
Anakin growled, the Healers with their tests and no results were trying what was left of his patience. And without Obi-Wan there to pull him back he was ready to take someone’s head off.
He felt Yoda’s cool hand settle against his bare arm and suddenly he could breathe again. Could step back and look at Obi-Wan’s pale, sweaty face and not want to kill whoever had put him in the bed and incapacitated him so totally that Anakin couldn’t sense him at all.
“It’s like he’s not there,” Anakin said softly and he let his hand move slowly to Obi-Wan’s arm, he wasn’t sure if he was doing it correctly but he smiled softly in relief when he felt the steady beat of his heartbeat under his fingers.
He was also gratified to feel the faint hum of the Force pulsing against his skin through Obi-Wan’s. It was still there, a whispering of the power that Obi-Wan had contained within him, growing stronger every second.
He suddenly, violently wished that Yoda would leave so he could lay his head against Obi-Wan’s chest and rest, to wait for him to awaken and smile at him and look at him like he remembered everything.
“Prepared for the worst we must be,” Yoda intoned quietly. He to laid his hand against Obi-Wan’s skin and Anakin bit back a reflexive snarl at the fact that someone was touching something that he considered his and his alone.
It was probably a good thing that Obi-Wan was unconscious, he wouldn’t like that Anakin was thinking of him a possession.
“He’s not going to die.”
“Die? No. Not the same man when he wakes will he be.”
He really hated it when Yoda went all cryptic, especially when Obi-Wan wasn’t around to decipher what was being said.
He tried to quell the sense of foreboding that rose up in him at Yoda’s statement. Because any way he thought about it, it sounded like Yoda didn’t believe that Obi-Wan would regain his memories.
And he had to.
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Ewan gaped, mouth open, if Jude or Jonny or anyone that he knew had been standing there they would have laughed at him and called him an idiot.
But this wasn’t Jude or Jonny or anyone that he knew, this was him or a version of him that he was currently pretending to be. And Christ he was getting a headache in the hereafter.
“Am I dead?”
The Obi-Wan/Ewan look-a-like rolled his eyes.
“Fortunately no, because then where would we be, hmm?”
“Dead?” Ewan supplied helpfully.
“You’re not dead,” Obi-Wan shook his head and glanced behind him. Ewan peered in the same direction and saw nothing but a bright light that made his eyes hurt.
“Don’t look at it,” Obi-Wan admonished, stepping forward to block his view.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“Well I’m not sure what your story is but I was poisoned.”
“Poisoned?” And realization dawned. The Healer and Anakin talking about something being in his system, the reason for the drugs that they were pumping him full of. “There was something in my… your… our system.”
“It’s working its way out now,” the other man ran his hand thoughtfully over his chin, “we should have been switched back when it happened but…”
“But?” Ewan waited as patiently as he could but Obi-Wan just stared at him serenely like he had all the time in the world. “Look man, I have a fucking family, and friends, and a life… so do you apparently, so tell me what the hell is going on.”
“Besides the fact that we’re not switched back?”
“Yes.”
Obi-Wan sighed and Ewan felt a shiver run down his spine. That didn’t sound like a good sigh, or a sigh of someone who thought it was going to be just a little bit longer. That sounded like the sigh of a man that had no clue what the hell was going on.
“I have no access to my body; once you came here I should have been able to get back…”
“Well what about my body?”
“I have no access to that one either.”
“What do you mean you have no access to my body? If I’m here then you should be there… right?”
“That would be the popular theory,” Obi-Wan smiled wanly and then sat in a graceful motion. “But your physical form will not accept me and my physical form will not accept me and I seem to be stuck here where that,” he nodded his head at the bright light, which seemed to be growing brighter and closer as Ewan lingered and that kind of freaked him out a little, “continues to try and pull me toward it.”
“Well you’re not going,” Ewan yelled. “And I’m not going back, do you have any idea what happens there?”
“No,” Obi-Wan stared at him. “And neither do you. All your preconceived notions of what is going to happen and what will happen, they will do you no good. The world is a different place, different choices were made.”
“I’m not setting myself up to die in your place, I’m sorry.”
“I’ll try and help you, give you new knowledge to take back with you,” Obi-Wan continued not listening to him at all. He cocked his head to one side and narrowed his eyes at him. “There is no guarantee that you will remember any of it though.”
“Look,” Ewan shook a finger at him. “No, and just no… I want to go home.”
“Your home is gone, your life as you knew it is finished. This is the only way.”
“I don’t accept that,” he muttered stubbornly.
“Accept or don’t accept the choice is not up to me.” Ewan glared at him.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Ewan muttered dragging a hand through his hair.
“And no more swearing. You’ll be a bad influence on Anakin.”
Ewan snorted.
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4.
He hurt so much, he almost wished they’d knock him the fuck out because it felt like his brain was trying to push its way out of his head by way of his eyes and he really wanted to be unconscious before it succeeded in doing so.
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 5
He hated this. Hated it with all the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
Tests after more tests, medi-droids with needles and healers with hands that weren’t supposed to feel rough but pushed and pulled him in whichever direction they thought he needed to be.
His head ached and whatever had been in the shot the droids had given him before they’d shoved him into a tiny dark little box flashing purple blue lights had left him terrified and heaving over a metal pan when they’d finally extricated him.
He hadn’t managed to throw up yet and he wondered if he would even feel better if he did.
Anakin hovered in the doorway, his worry a palpable pulse in the room. It was beginning to give him a headache and Ewan was about thirty seconds from asking him to leave him the fuck alone.
He coughed and spat and his stomach rolled around in his chest.
He took a deep breath and regretted it almost instantly when his head throbbed and his stomach finally staged the revolt that it had been looking for.
He blacked out, he wanted his mother who used to cuddle him and hold a wet flannel to his forehead when he was sick.
When he finally came back he was lying on his side, a wet cloth against his lips and Anakin’s hand warm against his forehead.
“Master, master…” softly spoken as the hand stroked sweat soaked hair from his forehead. Ewan had an insane desire to wrap his arms around the younger man and cling to him. Because Anakin was there and warm and gentle like his mother used to be.
“I’m fine,” he managed, coughing again, closing his eyes because suddenly the room seemed unbearably bright and his head throbbed.
“It shouldn’t be affecting him like this,” Anakin’s voice was loud and angry, Ewan wondered why he was shouting since the healer was standing right there.
A groan escaped him despite his best efforts in holding it back. He hoped they were almost done because he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
He hurt so much, he almost wished they’d knock him the fuck out because it felt like his brain was trying to push its way out of his head by way of his eyes and he really wanted to be unconscious before it succeeded in doing so.
“It’s doing what it’s supposed to,” the Healer stated matter-of-factly.
“Are you even a certified Healer?” Anakin asked his voice laced with sarcasm. “Because you can’t tell me that he’s supposed to be throwing up into a pan or having panic attacks in the Serenity Chamber. This is not normal.”
Serenity Chamber? Ewan wondered what was supposed to be so serene about that box they’d shoved him into.
“If you’d like I can fetch one of the other Healers, but they are going to tell you exactly the same thing that I’ve told you. Whatever is in his system needs to be forced out; the regular treatments that we would prescribe to anyone else will not work on him…”
“Because he’s a Jedi, you’ve already said that,” Ewan could picture Anakin waving his hand dismissively. And from the sigh that he heard the Healer utter that was most likely exactly what he’d done.
“Well we do not have much more to go on, especially since we don’t know what the drug in his system is.”
Ewan frowned internally because he didn’t think he could force facial muscles to cooperate at the moment. He’d been drugged? What the fuck?
“As such there are only two other treatments that can be used. We’ve already ruled out utilizing the Serenity Chamber to assist him in slipping into a Healing Trance because of the panic attack he had while inside…”
“And do you know why? He’s never had that type of reaction to the Chamber before.”
“Master Yoda is looking into some possibilities. The only other option open to us is the purgative we gave him, it seems to be clearing whatever was in his system out but it also is reacting badly to his body chemistry. As soon as it clears his system he should start feeling better almost immediately.”
“And his memory?” Anakin asked and the Healer sighed again.
“As we told you and Master Yoda earlier this morning, we cannot guarantee that Master Kenobi will ever regain his memory.”
Heh… Ewan could have told them that. If anyone had bothered to ask him his opinion on the matter.
You can’t remember what you don’t already know.
The room was unbearably bright and Ewan pressed a hand over his eyes and curled in on himself. He felt better but Christ did the lights need to be that bright?
“You’re not going back to sleep are you?” the voice was amused… Ewan frowned, and familiar.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinked and stared in incomprehension. This couldn’t be good.
“Fuck.”
“Yes I said much the same thing,” a man that could only be… well him… or a him that was still in character as Obi-Wan Kenobi because he wasn’t currently dressed as him, as he was laying there in the boxer and t-shirt that he’d fallen asleep in all those days ago.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and eyed him with interest. “Except without the swearing I believe.”
He entered by way of a secret door, robe covering his face and clothes from view.
“Well?” the voice was low and gravelly and it terrified him to the very pits of his soul. He wanted to be anywhere but here delivering this news of failure.
Especially since it shouldn’t have been a failure, the drug had been tested twice and in both cases those that had ingested it had lived but ceased to exist. It has pushed their conscious mind somewhere far away and not allowed it to return.
The body existed in a vegetative state with no idea of what was happening around them.
It had never been tested on a Jedi, because the Jedi were just men. People, some human, some not and it should have played no factor in this assignment.
Obviously he should have found a Jedi to test the drug on before saying that it would work.
“Jedi Master Kenobi still lives,” he managed to get it and wondered if it would be cowardly to run. When he felt the pressure around his throat he thought that might have been the best option. But this man… this thing would have found him anywhere.
“How can this be,” invisible fingers dug into his throat and he knew that if he wasn’t dead when they released him that they would leave bruises.
“I don’t know…” he gasped for air, found none and saw spots dancing in front of his eyes. “Warned you… experimental drug…”
The hand released him and he fell to the ground in an ungraceful pile, hands wrapped around his neck protectively gasping for air.
“You assured me that this…” the voice was sneering though no longer sounded angry. He wondered if he would get a reprieve and possibly a second chance. “This drug would work. That it would make Kenobi no more than a vegetable, with no awareness of those around him…” he curled into a ball as he felt the robes of the other man brush against his face. Felt the warm breath against his neck. “I’ve seen Master Kenobi and he has awareness, he is not a vegetable.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he kissed the hem of the robe, begging forgiveness.
“You know the old adage,” he felt those invisible fingers once more close around his throat, tightening slowly. And he knew that there would be no reprieve, even as he wondered why this man wanted the Jedi gone, if not dead. “If you want something done right, you do it yourself.”
Anakin was very impressed with his self-control.
After all he hadn’t struck the Healer down the minute that Obi-Wan had passed out and it would have been well within his rights.
It would have been a moot point when the Healer was terrified of him and doing everything in her power to figure out what had happened.
“Young Skywalker,” Yoda’s voice was disapproving and Anakin knew that he would have to tread carefully if he didn’t want to be thrown and kept out of the room because Yoda thought that he was a threat to Obi-Wan.
He would never hurt Obi-Wan, never.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he kept his voice calm but he himself could hear the snarl and defiance. Yoda was not going to be pleased.
“Ask you to leave I did not,” the door closed behind him and Anakin could feel the Master moving behind him. He was not surprised to glance over and see Yoda hovering next to him although he was surprised to see him staring at Obi-Wan instead of him.
“Do they know anything yet?”
“Running tests still they are.”
Anakin growled, the Healers with their tests and no results were trying what was left of his patience. And without Obi-Wan there to pull him back he was ready to take someone’s head off.
He felt Yoda’s cool hand settle against his bare arm and suddenly he could breathe again. Could step back and look at Obi-Wan’s pale, sweaty face and not want to kill whoever had put him in the bed and incapacitated him so totally that Anakin couldn’t sense him at all.
“It’s like he’s not there,” Anakin said softly and he let his hand move slowly to Obi-Wan’s arm, he wasn’t sure if he was doing it correctly but he smiled softly in relief when he felt the steady beat of his heartbeat under his fingers.
He was also gratified to feel the faint hum of the Force pulsing against his skin through Obi-Wan’s. It was still there, a whispering of the power that Obi-Wan had contained within him, growing stronger every second.
He suddenly, violently wished that Yoda would leave so he could lay his head against Obi-Wan’s chest and rest, to wait for him to awaken and smile at him and look at him like he remembered everything.
“Prepared for the worst we must be,” Yoda intoned quietly. He to laid his hand against Obi-Wan’s skin and Anakin bit back a reflexive snarl at the fact that someone was touching something that he considered his and his alone.
It was probably a good thing that Obi-Wan was unconscious, he wouldn’t like that Anakin was thinking of him a possession.
“He’s not going to die.”
“Die? No. Not the same man when he wakes will he be.”
He really hated it when Yoda went all cryptic, especially when Obi-Wan wasn’t around to decipher what was being said.
He tried to quell the sense of foreboding that rose up in him at Yoda’s statement. Because any way he thought about it, it sounded like Yoda didn’t believe that Obi-Wan would regain his memories.
And he had to.
Ewan gaped, mouth open, if Jude or Jonny or anyone that he knew had been standing there they would have laughed at him and called him an idiot.
But this wasn’t Jude or Jonny or anyone that he knew, this was him or a version of him that he was currently pretending to be. And Christ he was getting a headache in the hereafter.
“Am I dead?”
The Obi-Wan/Ewan look-a-like rolled his eyes.
“Fortunately no, because then where would we be, hmm?”
“Dead?” Ewan supplied helpfully.
“You’re not dead,” Obi-Wan shook his head and glanced behind him. Ewan peered in the same direction and saw nothing but a bright light that made his eyes hurt.
“Don’t look at it,” Obi-Wan admonished, stepping forward to block his view.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“Well I’m not sure what your story is but I was poisoned.”
“Poisoned?” And realization dawned. The Healer and Anakin talking about something being in his system, the reason for the drugs that they were pumping him full of. “There was something in my… your… our system.”
“It’s working its way out now,” the other man ran his hand thoughtfully over his chin, “we should have been switched back when it happened but…”
“But?” Ewan waited as patiently as he could but Obi-Wan just stared at him serenely like he had all the time in the world. “Look man, I have a fucking family, and friends, and a life… so do you apparently, so tell me what the hell is going on.”
“Besides the fact that we’re not switched back?”
“Yes.”
Obi-Wan sighed and Ewan felt a shiver run down his spine. That didn’t sound like a good sigh, or a sigh of someone who thought it was going to be just a little bit longer. That sounded like the sigh of a man that had no clue what the hell was going on.
“I have no access to my body; once you came here I should have been able to get back…”
“Well what about my body?”
“I have no access to that one either.”
“What do you mean you have no access to my body? If I’m here then you should be there… right?”
“That would be the popular theory,” Obi-Wan smiled wanly and then sat in a graceful motion. “But your physical form will not accept me and my physical form will not accept me and I seem to be stuck here where that,” he nodded his head at the bright light, which seemed to be growing brighter and closer as Ewan lingered and that kind of freaked him out a little, “continues to try and pull me toward it.”
“Well you’re not going,” Ewan yelled. “And I’m not going back, do you have any idea what happens there?”
“No,” Obi-Wan stared at him. “And neither do you. All your preconceived notions of what is going to happen and what will happen, they will do you no good. The world is a different place, different choices were made.”
“I’m not setting myself up to die in your place, I’m sorry.”
“I’ll try and help you, give you new knowledge to take back with you,” Obi-Wan continued not listening to him at all. He cocked his head to one side and narrowed his eyes at him. “There is no guarantee that you will remember any of it though.”
“Look,” Ewan shook a finger at him. “No, and just no… I want to go home.”
“Your home is gone, your life as you knew it is finished. This is the only way.”
“I don’t accept that,” he muttered stubbornly.
“Accept or don’t accept the choice is not up to me.” Ewan glared at him.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Ewan muttered dragging a hand through his hair.
“And no more swearing. You’ll be a bad influence on Anakin.”
Ewan snorted.
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Date: 2005-07-06 04:44 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2005-07-06 09:25 am (UTC)The Obi-Wan/Ewan look-a-like rolled his eyes.
“Fortunately no, because then where would we be, hmm?”
“Dead?” Ewan supplied helpfully.
Hee! Also, I absolutely adore the way you're writing Anakin.
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Date: 2005-07-06 01:02 pm (UTC)Somehow, I highly doubt Ewan is the influence in Anakin's life Obi-Wan needs to be worrying about. Adorable story with a cute premise. I know it' s been said before but poor, poor Ewan! Much love for you, though, even if you are torturing the actor.
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Date: 2005-07-06 03:28 pm (UTC)Oh, do you mind if I friended you? Easier to keep track of you that way... anywho, love this fic!!
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Date: 2005-07-06 07:36 pm (UTC)This story just keeps getting better. The bad influence line made me giggle, the possessive!Anakin part was extremely yummy, and the plot gets more intriguing!
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Date: 2005-07-07 12:28 pm (UTC)I'll go fix that right now... Thank you!
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Date: 2005-08-02 12:44 pm (UTC)that is so hot. I love that part. PLZ KEEP WRITING AFTER CHAPTER 17 PLEASE I LOVE THIS ESPECIALLY ANAKIN AND YES INDEED anakin is yummy