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laniew1This doesn't have a title yet (any ideas would be welcome) because I suck at titles, sometimes they leap right out of the story at you other times they don't.
There's not much to it yet which I apologize for, and really at this point I'm just testing the waters to see if you guys even think its worth posting the rest once its written.
It will most likely not be very long. Maybe 5 parts or so, it will be updated once a week until its completed. It will not be posted to any groups or archives until it is completed.
TITLE: Not titled yet…
RATING: PG for violence (will possibly change later)
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. George Lucas owns everybody and everything in this fic. I’m only playing.
AU – Obi-Wan Fic – Part 1
Anakin Skywalker was doing everything within his power to not drop his Master.
Qui-Gon Jinn had been unconscious since their transport had crashed. The same crash that had injured Anakin’s arm and he wasn’t sure if it was broke or not but it sure felt like it was.
He’d like to find someplace cool and safe and just rest.
He wasn’t even sure where they were, they’d been on their way through the Outer Rim, making a long detour to avoid unnecessary conflicts because Qui-Gon had wanted an easy trip back to Coruscant.
Obviously he hadn’t gotten his wish and since their navigation had gone screwy just before they’d been attacked Anakin had no clue where they were.
He’d been trying to fix the circuit boards when the cruisers had come out of nowhere, giving them no warning before they were firing on them.
He hadn’t even been able to get back to the cockpit to help Qui-Gon fight them off and he knew that it was very un-Jedi-like of him to think that if he’d been in the cockpit when they’d been fired on that he would have been able to get them out of the situation without their getting shot down.
He sighed, stopping his slow forward motion long enough to swipe a hand over his face. He winced at the pain in his arm, it may not be broken but there was definitely something wrong with it.
He took a wobbly step forward and fell to his knees Qui-Gon falling from his arms. The ground felt unbearably hot under his hands and he closed his eyes.
He’d get up and they’d start moving again, he just needed a moment to rest.
He tried not to think that no rescue was coming.
The Jedi had no clue where they were, and he was pretty sure that they had only themselves to rely on.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi had been cutting herbs to make a poultice for Widow Mason’s youngest son’s leg when he felt the disturbance.
A whisper of presence, more then one called to him and he stopped. Eyes closing, hands stilling in his work.
He moved before he was even aware, the bag that he carried when he treated the villagers various maladies, a blanket that he draped over his shoulder, another carried in his arm.
His blaster was belted to his waist and living where he lived he only removed it to sleep when it went under his pillow where he could have it easily accessible.
His speeder was old and every time that he took it out he thought it might be the last time, that it would fall apart and he would have to make the long hike into the village when he was needed.
If that were the case he would most likely become the recluse that some villagers thought he already was.
He let his senses draw him where he needed to go.
He trusted in them, he always had. They’d told him when to hide, when to come forward. They told him what to do when someone was hurt, they told them what to do to treat the injuries that he came across on both humanoid and animal life.
He wondered which was calling him. Whatever it was it was two life forms, he could sense that. They had two vastly different signatures to him, and he had just come to the conclusion that they were humanoid when he came upon them.
He patted the console of the speeder and asked it silently to just let him get them back to his home before it took its well deserved rest before he jumped out of it.
Bag in hand, he rushed to them. The older man was the worse of the two.
Unconscious and the humidity and heat couldn’t have been good for him. He would need time to assess his injuries; he definitely couldn’t do it out in the middle of nowhere.
The younger man was barely conscious; blinking at him through slitted eyes. Obi-Wan looked at his injury first. Blood stained the right arm from shoulder to elbow.
Shoving up the arm of the tunic the younger man wore he let his fingers rest against bare skin, closed his eyes and sent out a tendril of his power to assess the wound.
He preferred to treat injuries the old fashioned way, with poultices and bandages and needles and thread. But sometimes… sometimes the injuries were so grave, circumstances so dire that he needed to use the gifts that he could always remember having.
If those he treated with his gifts remembered they ended up being scared of him. To be ostracized by those that he saved was a small price to pay if they lived he thought.
The arm wasn’t broken, but the cut had nicked muscle and bone and the boy-man, because if he was over eighteen years Obi-Wan would eat his boot, had lost a lot of blood as a result of the depth of the cut.
Obi-Wan idly wondered what had happened, where they had come from. Had they been attacked?
Raiders hadn’t attacked the village in years, leaving them in peace for some unknown reason.
But these men looked odd, their clothing and their faces unfamiliar to him. It had been a long time since they’d had strangers in their midst.
The boy-man blinked at him and managed a bleary, “What…” before he passed out.
Healing sometimes did that, more often than not though it was Obi-Wan crashing after something particularly grueling.
He moved the younger man first, settling him in the seat next to his, leaving the back section open to prop the older man in.
He gave a silent prayer and smiled when the speeder began moving.
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There's not much to it yet which I apologize for, and really at this point I'm just testing the waters to see if you guys even think its worth posting the rest once its written.
It will most likely not be very long. Maybe 5 parts or so, it will be updated once a week until its completed. It will not be posted to any groups or archives until it is completed.
TITLE: Not titled yet…
RATING: PG for violence (will possibly change later)
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. George Lucas owns everybody and everything in this fic. I’m only playing.
AU – Obi-Wan Fic – Part 1
Anakin Skywalker was doing everything within his power to not drop his Master.
Qui-Gon Jinn had been unconscious since their transport had crashed. The same crash that had injured Anakin’s arm and he wasn’t sure if it was broke or not but it sure felt like it was.
He’d like to find someplace cool and safe and just rest.
He wasn’t even sure where they were, they’d been on their way through the Outer Rim, making a long detour to avoid unnecessary conflicts because Qui-Gon had wanted an easy trip back to Coruscant.
Obviously he hadn’t gotten his wish and since their navigation had gone screwy just before they’d been attacked Anakin had no clue where they were.
He’d been trying to fix the circuit boards when the cruisers had come out of nowhere, giving them no warning before they were firing on them.
He hadn’t even been able to get back to the cockpit to help Qui-Gon fight them off and he knew that it was very un-Jedi-like of him to think that if he’d been in the cockpit when they’d been fired on that he would have been able to get them out of the situation without their getting shot down.
He sighed, stopping his slow forward motion long enough to swipe a hand over his face. He winced at the pain in his arm, it may not be broken but there was definitely something wrong with it.
He took a wobbly step forward and fell to his knees Qui-Gon falling from his arms. The ground felt unbearably hot under his hands and he closed his eyes.
He’d get up and they’d start moving again, he just needed a moment to rest.
He tried not to think that no rescue was coming.
The Jedi had no clue where they were, and he was pretty sure that they had only themselves to rely on.
Obi-Wan Kenobi had been cutting herbs to make a poultice for Widow Mason’s youngest son’s leg when he felt the disturbance.
A whisper of presence, more then one called to him and he stopped. Eyes closing, hands stilling in his work.
He moved before he was even aware, the bag that he carried when he treated the villagers various maladies, a blanket that he draped over his shoulder, another carried in his arm.
His blaster was belted to his waist and living where he lived he only removed it to sleep when it went under his pillow where he could have it easily accessible.
His speeder was old and every time that he took it out he thought it might be the last time, that it would fall apart and he would have to make the long hike into the village when he was needed.
If that were the case he would most likely become the recluse that some villagers thought he already was.
He let his senses draw him where he needed to go.
He trusted in them, he always had. They’d told him when to hide, when to come forward. They told him what to do when someone was hurt, they told them what to do to treat the injuries that he came across on both humanoid and animal life.
He wondered which was calling him. Whatever it was it was two life forms, he could sense that. They had two vastly different signatures to him, and he had just come to the conclusion that they were humanoid when he came upon them.
He patted the console of the speeder and asked it silently to just let him get them back to his home before it took its well deserved rest before he jumped out of it.
Bag in hand, he rushed to them. The older man was the worse of the two.
Unconscious and the humidity and heat couldn’t have been good for him. He would need time to assess his injuries; he definitely couldn’t do it out in the middle of nowhere.
The younger man was barely conscious; blinking at him through slitted eyes. Obi-Wan looked at his injury first. Blood stained the right arm from shoulder to elbow.
Shoving up the arm of the tunic the younger man wore he let his fingers rest against bare skin, closed his eyes and sent out a tendril of his power to assess the wound.
He preferred to treat injuries the old fashioned way, with poultices and bandages and needles and thread. But sometimes… sometimes the injuries were so grave, circumstances so dire that he needed to use the gifts that he could always remember having.
If those he treated with his gifts remembered they ended up being scared of him. To be ostracized by those that he saved was a small price to pay if they lived he thought.
The arm wasn’t broken, but the cut had nicked muscle and bone and the boy-man, because if he was over eighteen years Obi-Wan would eat his boot, had lost a lot of blood as a result of the depth of the cut.
Obi-Wan idly wondered what had happened, where they had come from. Had they been attacked?
Raiders hadn’t attacked the village in years, leaving them in peace for some unknown reason.
But these men looked odd, their clothing and their faces unfamiliar to him. It had been a long time since they’d had strangers in their midst.
The boy-man blinked at him and managed a bleary, “What…” before he passed out.
Healing sometimes did that, more often than not though it was Obi-Wan crashing after something particularly grueling.
He moved the younger man first, settling him in the seat next to his, leaving the back section open to prop the older man in.
He gave a silent prayer and smiled when the speeder began moving.
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Date: 2005-07-13 03:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-13 04:53 pm (UTC)As for Obi-Wan's powers, it's cool how you've portrayed them and I can't wait for the reveal!
Yippee!
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Date: 2005-07-13 10:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-14 12:33 am (UTC)omg... *love*
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