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laniew1In a little bit I’ll be posting the first chapter to rabid plot bunny that I talked about here.
But for now enjoy…
You can expect the next chapter Sunday (I believe).
It hit him right then that he was on another planet. He couldn’t believe that it hadn’t sunk in before then (of course up to this point he’d thought it was a hallucination brought on by bad cabbage or something so he could probably be excused).
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
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 8
Ewan was getting damn tired of waking up in a room that was to bright.
He felt a gentle pressure on his fingers and realized that someone was clutching his hand. He blinked quickly, his eyes felt filled with sand and grime and his vision was blurred, hazy.
The sand and grime feeling was much the same way his eyes felt when he let the guys convince him to go surfing or swimming on the beach.
The blurry vision on the other hand…
“Obi-Wan,” he blinked again, his vision clearing suddenly as he felt a sharp pain jab through his abdomen.
He groaned, bringing his hand still linked with Anakin’s (because that was the voice that had spoken to him, he recognized it now and how he could have ever have thought Anakin Hayden playing a joke was beyond him, because Hayden had never had that possessive ‘you belong to me and only me’ tone) up to his mouth to stifle the sound.
Another sharp pain and he brought his knees up to his chest and rolled to his side as if that could ward off the pain.
He whimpered, or something close and felt like a total and complete wimp.
“Did you get the number of the truck that hit me?” he managed to joke.
Anakin didn’t say anything and when Ewan was able to look up without feeling like he was going to be reenacting the famous ‘alien bursting from crew guys stomach’ scene from the original Alien he noticed the puzzled look on his face.
Right, right… no trucks. Only ships and speeders and little cart things.
It hit him right then that he was on another planet. He couldn’t believe that it hadn’t sunk in before then (of course up to this point he’d thought it was a hallucination brought on by bad cabbage or something so he could probably be excused).
If he was so inclined he could walk outside and climb onto a space ship and go to a different planet.
Jude was so going to piss himself.
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He dozed for a while he thought, in between sharp jabbing pains that reminded him of the contractions that Eve’d had when she was in labor and he forcibly did not allow his mind to go there.
Just because he was on another planet and he’d seen non-humans walking around did not mean that he was going to let his mind think of bad, dark things.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin’s voice was soft and Ewan was proud of him. He’d hung around, held his hand, whispered soft words that Ewan hadn’t understood against his cheek.
The Anakin that Hayden had played would probably have left him alone, maybe.
Possibly.
He probably would have stayed; though Ewan definitely thought he wouldn’t have been holding his hand.
“Anakin?” he acknowledged him. A brief smile crossing the others face. Anakin’s hand came out as if he was going to caress Ewan’s cheek; instead it dropped back to the bed next to Ewan’s own hand when the door opened.
“Master Kenobi, better you look,” Yoda hobbled into the room alone. The door closed behind him but he didn’t move any closer to the bed. Instead he stood in the middle of the room and stared at them.
Anakin looked away, staring down at the bed where their hands were almost but not quite touching, a red tinge on his cheeks.
Ewan thought it adorable that he could still blush but wondered why Anakin was acting like Yoda had caught them doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing instead of just sitting there in silence.
“Chancellor Palpatine, agreed he has to lend Clone troopers to guard Master Kenobi.”
Terror wasn’t quite the appropriate word but Ewan thought it was close enough. ‘Fuck no,’ was on the tip of his tongue but he managed to restrain himself. He’d told the figment of his imagination that he would try to cut back on the cursing in front of Anakin.
Why Obi-Wan was more worried about Anakin learning a few new words instead of the fact that he was teetering on the edge of the Dark Side was beyond him.
Obviously it was something that he as a normal human and not a Jedi Master wouldn’t understand.
Anakin smiled, relief visible on every inch of his face and all Ewan had running through his head was “Order 66” and the extermination of the Jedi as a race.
“Um do I have any say in this?” Ewan raised his hand, Anakin frowned at him and Yoda looked puzzled as to why his hand was in the air.
“Master I’m only concerned about your safety,” Anakin sounded earnest and honest and truthfully just a tad bit scared.
“Yeah so am I,” Ewan muttered under his breath, Anakin looked at him curiously and Ewan hoped he hadn’t heard. He didn’t think they were in a place in their relationship where he felt comfortable explaining what he meant.
Also he was a bit scared and the thought of Clone’s standing guard over him didn’t fill him with warm fuzzy feelings.
Because he didn’t think that they’d be looking out for his best interests.
“I’d rest easier if you had guards around…”
Ewan leaned over, plucked his lightsaber off the metal table and waved it at Anakin. Yoda watched with something that looked like amusement but could have been gas (what did Yoda eat anyway) he couldn’t be sure since he’d never seen that particular expression on the puppets face before so he was kind of at a loss.
“I’m a Jedi right? So why don’t you show me how to use this fucking thing then? So I can protect myself.”
“Master…”
“No,” Ewan crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “I refuse to be baby-sat like I’m some silly child that can’t take care of himself.”
“Not a child Master Kenobi,” Yoda moved forward, gimmer stick making a clack clack noise on the ground. Unspoken was his, although you are acting like one. “If you feel training you are ready for then once the Healers release you begin we may.”
“I thought you said it was too soon,” Anakin said suspiciously, his fingers brushed against Ewan’s. The movement seemed almost reflexive, normal; Yoda didn’t even blink an eye at the seemingly casual contact between Master and Apprentice.
It was worrisome because Ewan still hadn’t figured out exactly what Obi-Wan’s relationship with Anakin was. He had a feeling that it would become important at some point.
Probably very soon.
“If training Obi-Wan believes he is ready to begin, then begin we will with his training. Memories may surface at activities that he has already accomplished.”
Ewan snorted, because there were no memories to be had. Unless he and Obi-Wan started sharing brain space which he thought was unlikely. Then the conversation sunk in and he frowned.
“Wait a minute are you sending me back to school or something?” Now it was Ewan’s turn to sound suspicious and he could see Anakin visibly biting his lip. Probably to keep from laughing.
“Back to basics,” Yoda nodded, hmming as he tapped his stick against the ground. “A moment with your Master I would like Young Skywalker.”
“I’ll just go…” Anakin glanced over at him and Ewan nodded reassuringly, hiding the confusion he felt fairly well he thought. “I’ll go see when the Healers feel he’ll be ready to be released.”
Anakin patted his hand, the motion lingering for what felt like long moments and then he left the room. Glancing over his shoulder at them before he allowed the door to shut behind him, if it had been anyone else Ewan would have thought he’d be standing on the other side of the door eavesdropping.
Yoda moved forward slowly, pushing himself into the chair that Anakin had vacated leaning close much as Anakin had.
He didn’t touch his hand though; Ewan thought he might freak out if he did.
“The Clones you do not trust,” he stated softly and Ewan felt that tingle down his spine again and knew that Yoda was peering into his soul and his mind once more. “Chancellor Palpatine you do not trust.”
Ewan inclined his head, not saying a word. He didn’t think words were really necessary seeing as how Yoda was just reading his mind and then telling him what he was thinking.
“Young Skywalker does not understand this, protect you is his only desire.”
“It’ll lead him to the Dark Side,” Ewan murmured softly, not able to stop himself from issuing this small warning. Yoda nodded once as if he’d known this all along.
Which he might have, it wouldn’t surprise him.
“Protect him you will, by protecting yourself that much is known.”
“You are going to send me back to school, aren’t you?”
“Teach you to protect your mind, teach you to use your lightsaber, teach you what you need to know,” Yoda stared at him and Ewan felt the tingling cease as Yoda slipped from the chair. He crossed the room slowly, and turned when he reached the door. “Learn you will.”
Ewan sighed as the door closed softly behind Yoda.
“They are sending me back to school. Fuck.”
He hoped the kids wouldn’t make fun of him.
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“He refused the guards,” the voice was small and quiet, huddled in on itself as it waited for a hand to raise.
“How is this possible?” he snarled, he raised the hand the other was expecting but instead of actual flesh touching flesh he squeezed it and raised his arm and the others body raised in a mirror image.
The Force was a wonderful thing. For rewards, but most of all for punishments.
He left his hand loose, so that the other could talk freely. It also allowed them to think that death wasn’t imminent.
“He seemed to not trust them, Skywalker was disappointed but sent them away. Either he or Master Yoda or one of the others has been with him at all times.”
He twisted his hand and the body fell. Silent, blissful silence.
The Clones had been an ingenious idea and really Anakin had been the one to give it to him.
The younger man had proposed it, fear seeping from every pore of his body, clouding his judgment, asking for help in protecting his beloved Master.
He sneered.
Skywalker would have left Kenobi alone because the Clones were there to protect him, and the Clones would have finally been able to do what he’d not managed to get anyone else to complete successfully.
And the job would have been done neatly and cleanly and they would have disposed of the body if he issued the order.
Anakin would have thought his Master had vanished, run away from him. His anger and pain would have brought him ever closer to the Dark Side of the Force and he would have been there waiting.
He scowled, hand tapping against a window. Kenobi was proving to be much tougher to kill then he’d originally thought.
Obviously he would have to rethink his plans.
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But for now enjoy…
You can expect the next chapter Sunday (I believe).
It hit him right then that he was on another planet. He couldn’t believe that it hadn’t sunk in before then (of course up to this point he’d thought it was a hallucination brought on by bad cabbage or something so he could probably be excused).
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
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 8
Ewan was getting damn tired of waking up in a room that was to bright.
He felt a gentle pressure on his fingers and realized that someone was clutching his hand. He blinked quickly, his eyes felt filled with sand and grime and his vision was blurred, hazy.
The sand and grime feeling was much the same way his eyes felt when he let the guys convince him to go surfing or swimming on the beach.
The blurry vision on the other hand…
“Obi-Wan,” he blinked again, his vision clearing suddenly as he felt a sharp pain jab through his abdomen.
He groaned, bringing his hand still linked with Anakin’s (because that was the voice that had spoken to him, he recognized it now and how he could have ever have thought Anakin Hayden playing a joke was beyond him, because Hayden had never had that possessive ‘you belong to me and only me’ tone) up to his mouth to stifle the sound.
Another sharp pain and he brought his knees up to his chest and rolled to his side as if that could ward off the pain.
He whimpered, or something close and felt like a total and complete wimp.
“Did you get the number of the truck that hit me?” he managed to joke.
Anakin didn’t say anything and when Ewan was able to look up without feeling like he was going to be reenacting the famous ‘alien bursting from crew guys stomach’ scene from the original Alien he noticed the puzzled look on his face.
Right, right… no trucks. Only ships and speeders and little cart things.
It hit him right then that he was on another planet. He couldn’t believe that it hadn’t sunk in before then (of course up to this point he’d thought it was a hallucination brought on by bad cabbage or something so he could probably be excused).
If he was so inclined he could walk outside and climb onto a space ship and go to a different planet.
Jude was so going to piss himself.
He dozed for a while he thought, in between sharp jabbing pains that reminded him of the contractions that Eve’d had when she was in labor and he forcibly did not allow his mind to go there.
Just because he was on another planet and he’d seen non-humans walking around did not mean that he was going to let his mind think of bad, dark things.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin’s voice was soft and Ewan was proud of him. He’d hung around, held his hand, whispered soft words that Ewan hadn’t understood against his cheek.
The Anakin that Hayden had played would probably have left him alone, maybe.
Possibly.
He probably would have stayed; though Ewan definitely thought he wouldn’t have been holding his hand.
“Anakin?” he acknowledged him. A brief smile crossing the others face. Anakin’s hand came out as if he was going to caress Ewan’s cheek; instead it dropped back to the bed next to Ewan’s own hand when the door opened.
“Master Kenobi, better you look,” Yoda hobbled into the room alone. The door closed behind him but he didn’t move any closer to the bed. Instead he stood in the middle of the room and stared at them.
Anakin looked away, staring down at the bed where their hands were almost but not quite touching, a red tinge on his cheeks.
Ewan thought it adorable that he could still blush but wondered why Anakin was acting like Yoda had caught them doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing instead of just sitting there in silence.
“Chancellor Palpatine, agreed he has to lend Clone troopers to guard Master Kenobi.”
Terror wasn’t quite the appropriate word but Ewan thought it was close enough. ‘Fuck no,’ was on the tip of his tongue but he managed to restrain himself. He’d told the figment of his imagination that he would try to cut back on the cursing in front of Anakin.
Why Obi-Wan was more worried about Anakin learning a few new words instead of the fact that he was teetering on the edge of the Dark Side was beyond him.
Obviously it was something that he as a normal human and not a Jedi Master wouldn’t understand.
Anakin smiled, relief visible on every inch of his face and all Ewan had running through his head was “Order 66” and the extermination of the Jedi as a race.
“Um do I have any say in this?” Ewan raised his hand, Anakin frowned at him and Yoda looked puzzled as to why his hand was in the air.
“Master I’m only concerned about your safety,” Anakin sounded earnest and honest and truthfully just a tad bit scared.
“Yeah so am I,” Ewan muttered under his breath, Anakin looked at him curiously and Ewan hoped he hadn’t heard. He didn’t think they were in a place in their relationship where he felt comfortable explaining what he meant.
Also he was a bit scared and the thought of Clone’s standing guard over him didn’t fill him with warm fuzzy feelings.
Because he didn’t think that they’d be looking out for his best interests.
“I’d rest easier if you had guards around…”
Ewan leaned over, plucked his lightsaber off the metal table and waved it at Anakin. Yoda watched with something that looked like amusement but could have been gas (what did Yoda eat anyway) he couldn’t be sure since he’d never seen that particular expression on the puppets face before so he was kind of at a loss.
“I’m a Jedi right? So why don’t you show me how to use this fucking thing then? So I can protect myself.”
“Master…”
“No,” Ewan crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “I refuse to be baby-sat like I’m some silly child that can’t take care of himself.”
“Not a child Master Kenobi,” Yoda moved forward, gimmer stick making a clack clack noise on the ground. Unspoken was his, although you are acting like one. “If you feel training you are ready for then once the Healers release you begin we may.”
“I thought you said it was too soon,” Anakin said suspiciously, his fingers brushed against Ewan’s. The movement seemed almost reflexive, normal; Yoda didn’t even blink an eye at the seemingly casual contact between Master and Apprentice.
It was worrisome because Ewan still hadn’t figured out exactly what Obi-Wan’s relationship with Anakin was. He had a feeling that it would become important at some point.
Probably very soon.
“If training Obi-Wan believes he is ready to begin, then begin we will with his training. Memories may surface at activities that he has already accomplished.”
Ewan snorted, because there were no memories to be had. Unless he and Obi-Wan started sharing brain space which he thought was unlikely. Then the conversation sunk in and he frowned.
“Wait a minute are you sending me back to school or something?” Now it was Ewan’s turn to sound suspicious and he could see Anakin visibly biting his lip. Probably to keep from laughing.
“Back to basics,” Yoda nodded, hmming as he tapped his stick against the ground. “A moment with your Master I would like Young Skywalker.”
“I’ll just go…” Anakin glanced over at him and Ewan nodded reassuringly, hiding the confusion he felt fairly well he thought. “I’ll go see when the Healers feel he’ll be ready to be released.”
Anakin patted his hand, the motion lingering for what felt like long moments and then he left the room. Glancing over his shoulder at them before he allowed the door to shut behind him, if it had been anyone else Ewan would have thought he’d be standing on the other side of the door eavesdropping.
Yoda moved forward slowly, pushing himself into the chair that Anakin had vacated leaning close much as Anakin had.
He didn’t touch his hand though; Ewan thought he might freak out if he did.
“The Clones you do not trust,” he stated softly and Ewan felt that tingle down his spine again and knew that Yoda was peering into his soul and his mind once more. “Chancellor Palpatine you do not trust.”
Ewan inclined his head, not saying a word. He didn’t think words were really necessary seeing as how Yoda was just reading his mind and then telling him what he was thinking.
“Young Skywalker does not understand this, protect you is his only desire.”
“It’ll lead him to the Dark Side,” Ewan murmured softly, not able to stop himself from issuing this small warning. Yoda nodded once as if he’d known this all along.
Which he might have, it wouldn’t surprise him.
“Protect him you will, by protecting yourself that much is known.”
“You are going to send me back to school, aren’t you?”
“Teach you to protect your mind, teach you to use your lightsaber, teach you what you need to know,” Yoda stared at him and Ewan felt the tingling cease as Yoda slipped from the chair. He crossed the room slowly, and turned when he reached the door. “Learn you will.”
Ewan sighed as the door closed softly behind Yoda.
“They are sending me back to school. Fuck.”
He hoped the kids wouldn’t make fun of him.
“He refused the guards,” the voice was small and quiet, huddled in on itself as it waited for a hand to raise.
“How is this possible?” he snarled, he raised the hand the other was expecting but instead of actual flesh touching flesh he squeezed it and raised his arm and the others body raised in a mirror image.
The Force was a wonderful thing. For rewards, but most of all for punishments.
He left his hand loose, so that the other could talk freely. It also allowed them to think that death wasn’t imminent.
“He seemed to not trust them, Skywalker was disappointed but sent them away. Either he or Master Yoda or one of the others has been with him at all times.”
He twisted his hand and the body fell. Silent, blissful silence.
The Clones had been an ingenious idea and really Anakin had been the one to give it to him.
The younger man had proposed it, fear seeping from every pore of his body, clouding his judgment, asking for help in protecting his beloved Master.
He sneered.
Skywalker would have left Kenobi alone because the Clones were there to protect him, and the Clones would have finally been able to do what he’d not managed to get anyone else to complete successfully.
And the job would have been done neatly and cleanly and they would have disposed of the body if he issued the order.
Anakin would have thought his Master had vanished, run away from him. His anger and pain would have brought him ever closer to the Dark Side of the Force and he would have been there waiting.
He scowled, hand tapping against a window. Kenobi was proving to be much tougher to kill then he’d originally thought.
Obviously he would have to rethink his plans.
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Date: 2005-07-13 06:46 pm (UTC)Anywho, I loved it, just like the last 7, I hope you can update soon !!
--Kay