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laniew1“You know this is becoming a bit of a habit. I’m not sure I approve.”
To be caught up you need to read these first:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.
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 7
“You know this is becoming a bit of a habit. I’m not sure I approve.”
Ewan’s eyes snapped open, because he recognized that voice. Obi-Wan was kneeling beside him smiling with something like amusement.
“It’s not like I planned it,” he retorted sharply, he touched his arm reflexively and was sort of surprised to feel no pain.
“It doesn’t translate over,” Obi-Wan settled beside him, legs crossed hands resting on his knees. He looked almost like he was going to start meditating any moment and Ewan hoped he’d wait until he figured out what the hell was going on.
“You’re sure?”
“If it did I’m not sure where I’d be at the moment,” Obi-Wan stared at him, all seeing eyes boring holes into him. He looked faintly annoyed that Ewan was back even though it was barely visible; Ewan felt much the same way. He’d much rather be anywhere but here… say back in his own body.
“What’s going on with my body by the way?” It was something he’d meant to ask the last time but Obi-Wan had monopolized the conversation.
Ewan scratched his head, a hand reflexively rubbing over his chin. He smiled faintly when he realized that there was no beard. Then frowned when he couldn’t remember exactly what he and Obi-Wan had discussed.
It had been something about Anakin he was sure, and Obi-Wan’s relationship with the boy
“Nothing,”
“Nothing?”
“Well it’s just laying there, on that black thing still.”
“That’s my really expensive leather couch,” Ewan muttered under his breath.
Obi-Wan didn’t appear to hear him, instead his eyes were narrowed as he gazed at something over Ewan’s shoulder. He turned but didn’t see anything. “I think time moves differently in your world.”
“Well that’s good then, because it would be difficult to go back if they pronounced me dead.” Besides the fact that he’d always stated that he wanted to be cremated and he didn’t think he could continue his career as a big pile of dust.
“I think it more likely they’d pronounce you in a coma, though if your Healers are any good they’d put your body in a Bacta tank before things become to dire. Your heart is still beating after all.”
“We don’t have Bacta tanks… wait my heart is still beating? How is that possible?” Ewan asked in surprise.
“The universe is a strange and mysterious place.”
“Wow, you’ve got the cryptic thing down,” Ewan said with mock appreciation. “I think you’ve spent way to much time with Yoda, you need to lay off and take a vacation.”
Obi-Wan smiled gently, “Anakin’s been trying to talk me into that for years.”
Ewan snorted, just because Anakin was going to go evil and kill all the Jedi possibly, sometime in the future somewhere, didn’t mean that he didn’t have good ideas once in a blue moon.
“Maybe you should have listened to him.”
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Anakin didn’t remember his race to Obi-Wan’s side later. When asked he would never be able to quite recall those minutes between feeling the pain and fear of his Master through the Force and arriving in the corridor leading to the Medical center.
He would remember vividly appearing in the corridor that led to Obi-Wan’s room to find that other Jedi had appeared before him.
Yoda was questioning the female Healer that had been treating Obi-Wan earlier that day, she was wringing her hands and looked scared and pale and just as incompetent as she’d looked when he’d left.
He hadn’t cared.
There were guards at Obi-Wan’s door, two men that looked identical that could only be Clones. They hadn’t allowed Anakin to pass and he’d been seconds from just pulling out his lightsaber and brandishing it in a way that Jedi were not supposed to do in non-combat situations.
It was only by the grace of Mace Windu that he was even allowed in the room. He didn’t like the thought that he might possibly be indebted to the Jedi that hated him the most.
And while he knew that hate was a strong word he also knew that Mace Windu didn’t like him or trust him and had more than one time tried to convince both Yoda and Obi-Wan to cease training him because he was a danger to himself and everyone around him.
Thankfully neither Obi-Wan nor Yoda had listened to him. Because Anakin wasn’t sure what he would have done if Obi-Wan had renounced him.
He entered his Master’s room only to find that he really didn’t want to be there.
Because standing in that room, at that door with another Jedi Master standing behind him he’d felt helpless like he hadn’t felt since he’d been unable to save his mother.
He hated feeling helpless, he hated knowing that nothing he did was going to make Obi-Wan better faster or keep him safe. He, at that moment, wanted to take his Master home, back to their apartment which was keyed for only them and possibly one of the few safe havens that he knew of and hide them way.
He wanted to hold Obi-Wan tightly and glare and snarl at anyone who dared try and take him away from him.
Obi-Wan was his and his alone and he wanted to challenge those that were trying to hurt him to confront him face to face.
Let them try this with someone who was not confined to a bed battling some mysterious poison that had left his mind riddled with empty spaces and his body weak to attack.
He moved into the room when a Healer gestured for him to move out of the way, Mace moved with him and Anakin bit his tongue to ask him why he was there.
Anakin didn’t want him there; and he knew that Obi-Wan wouldn’t want him there either.
His Master didn’t like appearing weak in front of other Council members, this seemed like a liberty that Mace Windu was taking rather than one he was being afforded.
Healers and medi-droids hovered around Obi-Wan’s bed and if Anakin wasn’t so worried that interrupting them would cause Obi-Wan to die on him he might have asked them what was going on.
Why had Obi-Wan called for him, mental voice anguished, ringing with terror?
Where had the Healers been then? Why hadn’t they protected him?
Anakin had trusted them to protect him, he’d left only long enough to return to their apartment to change clothes and use the fresher.
Obviously that had been a mistake, obviously the Healers were incompetent as well as the guards that were supposed to be patrolling the halls.
It gratified him some to see guards standing directly at Obi-Wan’s door but it was a matter of to little to late and he was angered that Obi-Wan had endured yet another attack in a place where he should have been safe.
Once he was able to move Obi-Wan back to their apartments he would request private guards from Chancellor Palpatine.
The Chancellor had told him to come to him if he needed anything. Anakin had brushed it off because the Jedi were not in the habit of asking political leaders for assistance.
But if it meant keeping Obi-Wan safe and healthy and alive… well he’d do almost anything.
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To be caught up you need to read these first:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.
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 7
“You know this is becoming a bit of a habit. I’m not sure I approve.”
Ewan’s eyes snapped open, because he recognized that voice. Obi-Wan was kneeling beside him smiling with something like amusement.
“It’s not like I planned it,” he retorted sharply, he touched his arm reflexively and was sort of surprised to feel no pain.
“It doesn’t translate over,” Obi-Wan settled beside him, legs crossed hands resting on his knees. He looked almost like he was going to start meditating any moment and Ewan hoped he’d wait until he figured out what the hell was going on.
“You’re sure?”
“If it did I’m not sure where I’d be at the moment,” Obi-Wan stared at him, all seeing eyes boring holes into him. He looked faintly annoyed that Ewan was back even though it was barely visible; Ewan felt much the same way. He’d much rather be anywhere but here… say back in his own body.
“What’s going on with my body by the way?” It was something he’d meant to ask the last time but Obi-Wan had monopolized the conversation.
Ewan scratched his head, a hand reflexively rubbing over his chin. He smiled faintly when he realized that there was no beard. Then frowned when he couldn’t remember exactly what he and Obi-Wan had discussed.
It had been something about Anakin he was sure, and Obi-Wan’s relationship with the boy
“Nothing,”
“Nothing?”
“Well it’s just laying there, on that black thing still.”
“That’s my really expensive leather couch,” Ewan muttered under his breath.
Obi-Wan didn’t appear to hear him, instead his eyes were narrowed as he gazed at something over Ewan’s shoulder. He turned but didn’t see anything. “I think time moves differently in your world.”
“Well that’s good then, because it would be difficult to go back if they pronounced me dead.” Besides the fact that he’d always stated that he wanted to be cremated and he didn’t think he could continue his career as a big pile of dust.
“I think it more likely they’d pronounce you in a coma, though if your Healers are any good they’d put your body in a Bacta tank before things become to dire. Your heart is still beating after all.”
“We don’t have Bacta tanks… wait my heart is still beating? How is that possible?” Ewan asked in surprise.
“The universe is a strange and mysterious place.”
“Wow, you’ve got the cryptic thing down,” Ewan said with mock appreciation. “I think you’ve spent way to much time with Yoda, you need to lay off and take a vacation.”
Obi-Wan smiled gently, “Anakin’s been trying to talk me into that for years.”
Ewan snorted, just because Anakin was going to go evil and kill all the Jedi possibly, sometime in the future somewhere, didn’t mean that he didn’t have good ideas once in a blue moon.
“Maybe you should have listened to him.”
Anakin didn’t remember his race to Obi-Wan’s side later. When asked he would never be able to quite recall those minutes between feeling the pain and fear of his Master through the Force and arriving in the corridor leading to the Medical center.
He would remember vividly appearing in the corridor that led to Obi-Wan’s room to find that other Jedi had appeared before him.
Yoda was questioning the female Healer that had been treating Obi-Wan earlier that day, she was wringing her hands and looked scared and pale and just as incompetent as she’d looked when he’d left.
He hadn’t cared.
There were guards at Obi-Wan’s door, two men that looked identical that could only be Clones. They hadn’t allowed Anakin to pass and he’d been seconds from just pulling out his lightsaber and brandishing it in a way that Jedi were not supposed to do in non-combat situations.
It was only by the grace of Mace Windu that he was even allowed in the room. He didn’t like the thought that he might possibly be indebted to the Jedi that hated him the most.
And while he knew that hate was a strong word he also knew that Mace Windu didn’t like him or trust him and had more than one time tried to convince both Yoda and Obi-Wan to cease training him because he was a danger to himself and everyone around him.
Thankfully neither Obi-Wan nor Yoda had listened to him. Because Anakin wasn’t sure what he would have done if Obi-Wan had renounced him.
He entered his Master’s room only to find that he really didn’t want to be there.
Because standing in that room, at that door with another Jedi Master standing behind him he’d felt helpless like he hadn’t felt since he’d been unable to save his mother.
He hated feeling helpless, he hated knowing that nothing he did was going to make Obi-Wan better faster or keep him safe. He, at that moment, wanted to take his Master home, back to their apartment which was keyed for only them and possibly one of the few safe havens that he knew of and hide them way.
He wanted to hold Obi-Wan tightly and glare and snarl at anyone who dared try and take him away from him.
Obi-Wan was his and his alone and he wanted to challenge those that were trying to hurt him to confront him face to face.
Let them try this with someone who was not confined to a bed battling some mysterious poison that had left his mind riddled with empty spaces and his body weak to attack.
He moved into the room when a Healer gestured for him to move out of the way, Mace moved with him and Anakin bit his tongue to ask him why he was there.
Anakin didn’t want him there; and he knew that Obi-Wan wouldn’t want him there either.
His Master didn’t like appearing weak in front of other Council members, this seemed like a liberty that Mace Windu was taking rather than one he was being afforded.
Healers and medi-droids hovered around Obi-Wan’s bed and if Anakin wasn’t so worried that interrupting them would cause Obi-Wan to die on him he might have asked them what was going on.
Why had Obi-Wan called for him, mental voice anguished, ringing with terror?
Where had the Healers been then? Why hadn’t they protected him?
Anakin had trusted them to protect him, he’d left only long enough to return to their apartment to change clothes and use the fresher.
Obviously that had been a mistake, obviously the Healers were incompetent as well as the guards that were supposed to be patrolling the halls.
It gratified him some to see guards standing directly at Obi-Wan’s door but it was a matter of to little to late and he was angered that Obi-Wan had endured yet another attack in a place where he should have been safe.
Once he was able to move Obi-Wan back to their apartments he would request private guards from Chancellor Palpatine.
The Chancellor had told him to come to him if he needed anything. Anakin had brushed it off because the Jedi were not in the habit of asking political leaders for assistance.
But if it meant keeping Obi-Wan safe and healthy and alive… well he’d do almost anything.