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laniew1Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4, Part 5.
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The room was too bright again, Ewan wondered idly who he had to kill in order to have it shaded.
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 6
The room was too bright again, Ewan wondered idly who he had to kill in order to have it shaded.
Just a little bit, not much. Just enough that it didn’t feel like it was piercing his eyeballs while his eyes were still closed, which would be amusing but he didn’t think it would be proper.
“Better?” the voice was soft as the lights dimmed. He hummed and let his eyes fall shut again. Much better, much, much better.
It dawned on him suddenly that he hadn’t actually said anything and wondered how the person in his room had known to turn the lights down. That should be worrisome, but it also had connotations that he really didn’t want to think about just yet.
“Master?” a gentle hand touched his cheek, a sweeping caress of a finger from his ear to his lips. “Obi-Wan open your eyes,” the voice was persuasive, demanding. That struck him as being wrong and he frowned.
That wasn’t his name for one thing. God dammit.
He was still there, here. Manipulative figments of his imagination.
It took a moment, a few breaths before he was able to pry his eyes open again. Anakin stared back at him, a smile forming on his lips.
“How do you feel?”
“My head hurts,” which was actually an understatement. It felt like it was going to explode at any moment, he wondered why Anakin hadn’t just let him sleep. Hadn’t let him keep sleeping until he woke up where he was supposed to be.
“The Healers can’t give you anything for the pain until they determine how the poison got into your system in the first place,” Anakin murmured softly.
“Can they knock me out again then?” he asked plaintively.
That finger that had been resting against his cheek moved to his temple and Ewan felt almost instant relief. He stared at Anakin in awe, he was better than two Tylenol and he wondered if Anakin’s finger would work on a hangover.
“Better?” Ewan nodded slightly, no little jackhammers started up inside his brain so all was good. He smiled, the frowned. He’d thought Anakin had said something about poison which triggered something in the back of his mind that he couldn’t remember.
“Poison?” he asked. Even though he’d known that… had he known that? Everything inside his head felt jumbled and confused.
Anakin nodded and moved closer, his face a hairsbreadth away, Ewan could feel his breath warm against his cheek, he could probably count his eyelashes if he were so inclined.
He thought that he felt lips touching the skin ever so briefly, but Ewan decided that had to be a figment of his imagination.
Because Anakin was straight, sometime, eventually he’d prove it by hooking up with Padmé and having twins that would be his redemption. Even though he didn’t think there was enough time to pull all that off, especially with Palpatine breathing down his neck.
Ewan wondered how Anakin would go evil in this universe without a Padmé Amidala and her unborn children to be the lure.
“They don’t know what it is yet, worthless…” Anakin drew a deep breath and Ewan could see him forcibly trying to relax himself.
“But that’s okay,” he finally said smiling gently. “Because you’re okay now.”
Ewan wasn’t so sure.
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When he woke again he was alone in the room and his headache was mostly gone.
He was happy to finally not be in any pain, he was also pleased at the brief reprieve from playing someone that he wasn’t.
Anakin will try and protect you.
He frowned. Rubbed at his head and wondered if this was a sign that the poison he remembered both Anakin and the Healer talking about wasn’t completely gone.
Because hearing voices couldn’t be anything but bad.
You are the most important thing in his life. He’ll do whatever he has to in order to protect you.
He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Obviously if he was hearing voices (his voice at that) something was still quite wrong.
He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered who had undressed him. When last he’d been conscious he’d had on a t-shirt and boxers, his frown deepened.
Because no he hadn’t, he vividly remembered undressing as Anakin watched him with worried eyes.
He’d felt oddly shy, like he should be covering and hiding himself even though he’d been dropping trou in front of people that he had known a less amount of time.
That feeling was possibly some leftover remnant from the movie, he’d played Obi-Wan as someone most likely not very comfortable with sexuality his or anyone else’s; ironically because he’d asked George once if Obi-Wan was a virgin and he’d just stared at him said ‘what do you think?’ and Ewan had just played it exactly the way that he’d been most comfortable.
Obi-Wan had never struck him as a sexual person. He’d devoted his entire life to the Jedi, when would he have had time for romantic liaisons?
Besides Qui-Gon, who’d died and Anakin who was most emphatically straight.
Although there’d been a lot of subtext.
The relationship between Anakin and I is complicated.
And he was hearing that fucking voice again.
He knew exactly what he’d been wearing when they’d come back to the Temple, because he’d felt for the first time in a long time uncomfortable in his own skin.
He could picture it in his mind, a light undershirt thing that had felt as if it had been made of some sort of cotton blend and leggings.
He remembered jokingly wanting to ask Anakin if the leggings made him look fat but Anakin had looked as if his whole world was falling into pieces right before his eyes so Ewan had bit his tongue and not said a word.
But he also remembered wearing the t-shirt and boxers, and that memory was just as vivid. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the ceiling, he also remembered talking to someone who looked exactly like him only in character as Obi-Wan Kenobi.
He wondered what kind of drugs they’d been pumping him full of that caused hallucinations to seem that real.
Then remembered that Anakin had said they couldn’t give him anything else and figured this was a sure sign that he was going insane. That would make a whole lot of sense and copping to that would take less explanation.
“I’m sorry I missed the movie premiere, you see I was in some sort of alternate dimension where I was actually Obi-Wan Kenobi… why are you laughing?”
No one would believe him other than Jude (who would say he did just because he wouldn’t want to side with Eve who would most likely have him committed) and possibly Angie (because he’d thought Angie insane for some time now and she would probably think something like this cool.)
He sighed and tried not to mind that Anakin had disappeared on him. Every other time he’d woke Anakin had been sitting right next to him with a wet cloth and glass full of some citrus tasting liquid. He tried not to take it personally that the one time that he’d been awake for more than five minutes Anakin was no where to be found.
He blinked, stared at the ceiling and realized that the light wasn’t hurting his eyes. Obviously Anakin hadn’t turned the lights back up before he’d departed.
He wondered if the Healers had ever thought about using a dimmer light, one that didn’t cause people to go spontaneously blind the minute they regained consciousness.
The sound of the door creeping open distracted him from writing the memo to the Healers in his head and when he realized that it wasn’t going to be somebody that he recognized he snapped his eyes closed, he wasn’t really up to returning to the part of Obi-Wan Kenobi as played by Ewan McGregor just yet.
He regretted that instantly because now he couldn’t see anything, also he kind of realized that it was sort of stupid.
He should have left his eyes open and summoned his lightsaber to him, even though he had no clue how to use a real one as opposed to one that he’d trained with for the movies.
Possibly once this was over he should have Anakin or someone give him lessons so he didn’t look like a fool.
Soft footsteps crossed the room from the door to his bed and he tried to calm his racing heart.
A soft touch against his arm, the prick of a needle he screamed without making a sound. Calling for the one person he knew with utmost certainty would protect him.
“Anakin!”
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“Anakin!”
Anakin dropped his lightsaber; Obi-Wan would have probably dropped to the ground in hysterics if he’d been there.
He spun wildly as he sought the location of the disturbance in the Force. His heart was racing and he felt a terror that he’d not felt in a long time.
He’d come back to the apartment to shower, to change and to attempt to convince himself that Obi-Wan was going to be perfectly fine.
Because Obi-Wan had known him when he opened his eyes, had smiled at him. Had trusted him to care for him.
“Anakin!”
“Obi-Wan,” his eyes widened and he summoned his lightsaber to him with barely a thought and rushed for the door.
“I’m coming.”
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The room was too bright again, Ewan wondered idly who he had to kill in order to have it shaded.
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 6
The room was too bright again, Ewan wondered idly who he had to kill in order to have it shaded.
Just a little bit, not much. Just enough that it didn’t feel like it was piercing his eyeballs while his eyes were still closed, which would be amusing but he didn’t think it would be proper.
“Better?” the voice was soft as the lights dimmed. He hummed and let his eyes fall shut again. Much better, much, much better.
It dawned on him suddenly that he hadn’t actually said anything and wondered how the person in his room had known to turn the lights down. That should be worrisome, but it also had connotations that he really didn’t want to think about just yet.
“Master?” a gentle hand touched his cheek, a sweeping caress of a finger from his ear to his lips. “Obi-Wan open your eyes,” the voice was persuasive, demanding. That struck him as being wrong and he frowned.
That wasn’t his name for one thing. God dammit.
He was still there, here. Manipulative figments of his imagination.
It took a moment, a few breaths before he was able to pry his eyes open again. Anakin stared back at him, a smile forming on his lips.
“How do you feel?”
“My head hurts,” which was actually an understatement. It felt like it was going to explode at any moment, he wondered why Anakin hadn’t just let him sleep. Hadn’t let him keep sleeping until he woke up where he was supposed to be.
“The Healers can’t give you anything for the pain until they determine how the poison got into your system in the first place,” Anakin murmured softly.
“Can they knock me out again then?” he asked plaintively.
That finger that had been resting against his cheek moved to his temple and Ewan felt almost instant relief. He stared at Anakin in awe, he was better than two Tylenol and he wondered if Anakin’s finger would work on a hangover.
“Better?” Ewan nodded slightly, no little jackhammers started up inside his brain so all was good. He smiled, the frowned. He’d thought Anakin had said something about poison which triggered something in the back of his mind that he couldn’t remember.
“Poison?” he asked. Even though he’d known that… had he known that? Everything inside his head felt jumbled and confused.
Anakin nodded and moved closer, his face a hairsbreadth away, Ewan could feel his breath warm against his cheek, he could probably count his eyelashes if he were so inclined.
He thought that he felt lips touching the skin ever so briefly, but Ewan decided that had to be a figment of his imagination.
Because Anakin was straight, sometime, eventually he’d prove it by hooking up with Padmé and having twins that would be his redemption. Even though he didn’t think there was enough time to pull all that off, especially with Palpatine breathing down his neck.
Ewan wondered how Anakin would go evil in this universe without a Padmé Amidala and her unborn children to be the lure.
“They don’t know what it is yet, worthless…” Anakin drew a deep breath and Ewan could see him forcibly trying to relax himself.
“But that’s okay,” he finally said smiling gently. “Because you’re okay now.”
Ewan wasn’t so sure.
When he woke again he was alone in the room and his headache was mostly gone.
He was happy to finally not be in any pain, he was also pleased at the brief reprieve from playing someone that he wasn’t.
Anakin will try and protect you.
He frowned. Rubbed at his head and wondered if this was a sign that the poison he remembered both Anakin and the Healer talking about wasn’t completely gone.
Because hearing voices couldn’t be anything but bad.
You are the most important thing in his life. He’ll do whatever he has to in order to protect you.
He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Obviously if he was hearing voices (his voice at that) something was still quite wrong.
He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered who had undressed him. When last he’d been conscious he’d had on a t-shirt and boxers, his frown deepened.
Because no he hadn’t, he vividly remembered undressing as Anakin watched him with worried eyes.
He’d felt oddly shy, like he should be covering and hiding himself even though he’d been dropping trou in front of people that he had known a less amount of time.
That feeling was possibly some leftover remnant from the movie, he’d played Obi-Wan as someone most likely not very comfortable with sexuality his or anyone else’s; ironically because he’d asked George once if Obi-Wan was a virgin and he’d just stared at him said ‘what do you think?’ and Ewan had just played it exactly the way that he’d been most comfortable.
Obi-Wan had never struck him as a sexual person. He’d devoted his entire life to the Jedi, when would he have had time for romantic liaisons?
Besides Qui-Gon, who’d died and Anakin who was most emphatically straight.
Although there’d been a lot of subtext.
The relationship between Anakin and I is complicated.
And he was hearing that fucking voice again.
He knew exactly what he’d been wearing when they’d come back to the Temple, because he’d felt for the first time in a long time uncomfortable in his own skin.
He could picture it in his mind, a light undershirt thing that had felt as if it had been made of some sort of cotton blend and leggings.
He remembered jokingly wanting to ask Anakin if the leggings made him look fat but Anakin had looked as if his whole world was falling into pieces right before his eyes so Ewan had bit his tongue and not said a word.
But he also remembered wearing the t-shirt and boxers, and that memory was just as vivid. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the ceiling, he also remembered talking to someone who looked exactly like him only in character as Obi-Wan Kenobi.
He wondered what kind of drugs they’d been pumping him full of that caused hallucinations to seem that real.
Then remembered that Anakin had said they couldn’t give him anything else and figured this was a sure sign that he was going insane. That would make a whole lot of sense and copping to that would take less explanation.
“I’m sorry I missed the movie premiere, you see I was in some sort of alternate dimension where I was actually Obi-Wan Kenobi… why are you laughing?”
No one would believe him other than Jude (who would say he did just because he wouldn’t want to side with Eve who would most likely have him committed) and possibly Angie (because he’d thought Angie insane for some time now and she would probably think something like this cool.)
He sighed and tried not to mind that Anakin had disappeared on him. Every other time he’d woke Anakin had been sitting right next to him with a wet cloth and glass full of some citrus tasting liquid. He tried not to take it personally that the one time that he’d been awake for more than five minutes Anakin was no where to be found.
He blinked, stared at the ceiling and realized that the light wasn’t hurting his eyes. Obviously Anakin hadn’t turned the lights back up before he’d departed.
He wondered if the Healers had ever thought about using a dimmer light, one that didn’t cause people to go spontaneously blind the minute they regained consciousness.
The sound of the door creeping open distracted him from writing the memo to the Healers in his head and when he realized that it wasn’t going to be somebody that he recognized he snapped his eyes closed, he wasn’t really up to returning to the part of Obi-Wan Kenobi as played by Ewan McGregor just yet.
He regretted that instantly because now he couldn’t see anything, also he kind of realized that it was sort of stupid.
He should have left his eyes open and summoned his lightsaber to him, even though he had no clue how to use a real one as opposed to one that he’d trained with for the movies.
Possibly once this was over he should have Anakin or someone give him lessons so he didn’t look like a fool.
Soft footsteps crossed the room from the door to his bed and he tried to calm his racing heart.
A soft touch against his arm, the prick of a needle he screamed without making a sound. Calling for the one person he knew with utmost certainty would protect him.
“Anakin!”
“Anakin!”
Anakin dropped his lightsaber; Obi-Wan would have probably dropped to the ground in hysterics if he’d been there.
He spun wildly as he sought the location of the disturbance in the Force. His heart was racing and he felt a terror that he’d not felt in a long time.
He’d come back to the apartment to shower, to change and to attempt to convince himself that Obi-Wan was going to be perfectly fine.
Because Obi-Wan had known him when he opened his eyes, had smiled at him. Had trusted him to care for him.
“Anakin!”
“Obi-Wan,” his eyes widened and he summoned his lightsaber to him with barely a thought and rushed for the door.
“I’m coming.”
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Date: 2005-07-10 02:16 pm (UTC)But I'm really really enjoying this story. It's wonderfully written and Ewan's emotions and feelings are so well written that I can very much almost feel it. Great job!
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Date: 2005-07-10 02:21 pm (UTC)Holy crap. You have got to keep going! This is... well... this is just Amazing! I am actually hooked and rather desperately craving more *lol*
I love how you write them all and you have definite differences and similarities between what little we've seen of Obi-Wan compared with Ewan, and your Anakin is just fabulous.
I eagerly await the next installment!
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Date: 2005-07-10 02:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-10 02:53 pm (UTC)Also - I adore your Anakin. He's such a good
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Date: 2005-07-10 03:02 pm (UTC)He thought that he felt lips touching the skin ever so briefly, but Ewan decided that had to be a figment of his imagination.
and this:
“But that’s okay,” he finally said smiling gently. “Because you’re okay now.”
killed me ded... awwww..
i heart this series so damn much!! ♥thank you!
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Date: 2005-07-10 03:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-10 07:19 pm (UTC)Wow. Between this and Coca Cola Zero, I'm in crack heaven.
Ewan's POV is a lot of fun and finally... finally a version of Anakin I can handle. Yay!! But. Um. Wasn't Master Windu clean-shaven in the movies?
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Date: 2005-07-10 07:36 pm (UTC)But. Um. Wasn't Master Windu clean-shaven in the movies?
Yes he was... Why? (Because if I referred to him having facial hair somewhere let me know so I can remove it). But if you're referring to Ewan's inner monologue and Anakin's horrified expression upon his asking to be able to shave... well that will be explained shortly.
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Date: 2005-07-10 09:30 pm (UTC)RE: the facial hair. Yes, the shaving thing had me wondering because Mace has none and Anakin's spazzing at the suggestion of a shave. But, since it will be revealed... Okay. Cool.
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Date: 2005-07-10 08:53 pm (UTC)Okay, I just found this series and had to read through all of it, and I'm a wee bit punchy from lack of sleep, so bear with me here, please . . .
This is absolutely brilliant. I love this idea of yours to pieces and am hoping you'll write enough chapters in this alternate 'verse to add up to something like an actual book. But I'm going to be upset with you if you kill off Obi-Wan's spirit while Ewan's stuck in his body. He ought to be able to hang about and be just fine for quite some time, even with Ewan however temporarily stuck in his head. Heck, people do it all the time in those silly EU Star Wars books. So please, please, please, just don't kill off Obi-Wan, okay? Besides, I think it'd be pretty damned hilarious if Obi-Wan got accidentally knocked into Ewan's body at some point, and you know you can always go back and write all about the meanwhile, back on Earth side of things . . .
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Date: 2005-07-11 05:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-11 10:38 pm (UTC)You bad thing with the cliffhanger. :)
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Date: 2005-07-12 03:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-12 01:42 pm (UTC)Ohh and : Ewan wondered how Anakin would go evil in this universe without a Padmé Amidala and her unborn children to be the lure.?
Am I the only one with the feeling that it'll be Ewan/Obi-wan hiumself instead?
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Date: 2007-04-19 01:41 pm (UTC)more soon?
(Also, flailing is a good sign)