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Well this story takes a bit of serious turn, and you haven't seen nothing yet, wait until the next part.
Glares at characters.
Posting a day early because I’m baby-sitting for my sister tomorrow.
He was supposed to be being released. The Healer had arrived that morning and smiled at him and told him that if the last batch of blood they’d taken (vampires! All of them! He thought he must have single-handedly transfused half his floor by now) came back normal that he could go home.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
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 9
Ewan sat on the edge of his bed, every so often he’d get bored and kick his feet and the Healer would glare at him and he would stop.
It was like a game.
He was supposed to be being released. The Healer had arrived that morning and smiled at him and told him that if the last batch of blood they’d taken (vampires! All of them! He thought he must have single-handedly transfused half his floor by now) came back normal that he could go home.
He’d snickered (because home, every time he fell unconscious and went to the bright place he hoped he arrive back home, instead he woke up with Anakin hovering and imminent death looming) and the Healer had looked so concerned that she’d taken more blood and now he felt like a bloody pin cushion.
Finally she’d left, vials in hand and told him to use the Fresher.
He thought she might have been trying to tell him that he reeked or something but he’d just used it the previous day and it wasn’t like he was doing anything more taxing then walking to the loo when he had to relieve himself.
He’d used it because honestly he thought she could totally kick his ass in a fight and when he’d come out the thin cotton pants and shirt he’d been wearing were gone and a nice semi-terry cloth robe was laying folded on the counter by the sink instead.
It disturbed him slightly that someone had been in and out of the loo while he’d been showering and he’d not even known, especially since the glass to the shower was clear.
Someone had obviously gotten a free show; it was a good thing he hadn’t been wanking which he did do in the shower sometimes.
He’d looked in the mirror, frowned at the beard that looked like it was trying to take over his face and searched futilely for a razor.
When he’d looked in every nook and cranny (even the little drawer that didn’t appear to have a bottom) he sighed and promised himself that as soon as he found one he’d lock himself in the loo and do it fast before Anakin could look at him with those big eyes and make him change his mind.
Upon exiting the Fresher he found a bundle of clothes on the bed that told him that Anakin had been by and had probably been the one to leave the robe in the loo, that didn’t disturb him as much as it probably should and he didn’t examine the feeling to closely.
He did wonder why he hadn’t hung around or at least popped his head in and said ‘hey I’ll be back’.
Probably Anakin and Yoda were arguing about what exactly training him was going to entail. Ewan hoped it wasn’t going to be as physical as he thought it might be.
He’d figured out why Anakin hadn’t hung around when he’d changed, and sat on the bed and waited for a good two hours before a Healer had arrived with data pad in hand.
She’d been touching the screen and glancing at him periodically, probably to make sure he wasn’t sprouting horns or growing a tail while she wasn’t paying attention.
Finally she stopped tapping at the data pad screen and looked at him.
“You are free to go Master Kenobi,” she sounded disappointed but Ewan wasn’t sure why. Maybe because he hadn’t keeled over dead from the poison?
He jumped from the bed; making sure to put an extra bounce in his step just to annoy her, she stared down her nose at him in disapproval, huffed and turned to leave.
Anakin opened the door at the same time she reached for it and they nodded coolly at each other.
“Master,” Anakin smiled at him.
“Anakin,” Ewan returned.
“I take it you’re ready to go?” Anakin smirked at him, head tilting to the side and Ewan thought he might be measuring his body temperature, weight and any other vital statistics that Anakin thought important to his continued well-being.
Ewan just arched an eyebrow, as if to say ‘why else would I be standing here, fully clothed, smiling’ and waved a hand at the door.
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Meditation came easily to him. Go figure.
Anakin had dropped him off at school like a good little boy and Ewan had half-expected the younger man to pull out a brown paper bag, pat him on the head and kiss him goodbye.
As it was he’d hovered in the doorway for a good five minutes while Ewan had got settled with Yoda.
Finally another Jedi had appeared and dragged him; it looked like forcefully, away.
Yoda had stared at him as he’d settled in a cross-legged position then had proceeded to talk. Ewan had wondered if Yoda’s meditation technique was to bore others into unconsciousness.
Finally Yoda had quieted and Ewan had closed his eyes and found the focus that Yoda had been talking about almost immediately.
It was nothing especially hard, he thought about his girls and Jude and of all things Anakin.
Anakin had dominated his thoughts Ewan wondered if this was some part of Obi-Wan’s subconscious peeking through.
Anakin’s gentleness and protectiveness and possessiveness and that fact that while he’d been lying in a bed wracked with pain Anakin had stayed and watched over him while others might have deserted him.
When he finally opened his eyes he found Yoda staring at him, Anakin had returned at some point and was watching him silently from the back of the room.
“Nicely done Master Kenobi,” Yoda nodded at him in approval and Ewan felt himself flush with pride, because he’d done it, just him.
And then Ewan saw the knowing look on the wrinkled green face staring at him and fought back the urge to swear at him.
Yoda rose to his feet and Ewan wondered how long he’d been sitting there immersed in his thoughts of Anakin when the muscles in his legs suddenly cramped.
He slowly straightened them out in front of him and stretched, closing his eyes. He felt calm and at peace and he was loathe to lose those feelings. They felt nice and he hadn’t felt them in some time.
When he opened his eyes finally, because he didn’t think Anakin would take being ignored to kindly for very much longer, he instead found Anakin lounging on the floor where Yoda had been sitting smiling at him.
“Anakin,” Ewan said cautiously because he wasn’t sure he liked that look on Anakin’s face. He’d seen a look like that on Jude’s face once and he’d ended up puking in a toilet for five hours.
“Obi-Wan.”
“Why do you only call me that when we’re alone?” It wasn’t what he’d been meaning to ask but it was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
Anakin smirked at him. “Because you let me,” he let a hand move slowly and it was then that Ewan noticed that there were two human hands in front of him. Not one human hand, one robotic hand.
Two human, flesh and blood hands.
Did that mean that they hadn’t fought Dooku and had their asses soundly kicked?
And then Anakin touched him, laying a hand on his knee, and that thought fled. Because Anakin was touching him… and it felt normal.
They stared at each other in silence.
Anakin moved first, sitting up straight moving across the floor so he was right next to Ewan, leg touching leg.
And when Anakin reached the hand that had been resting on his knee up to cup his face, thumb caressing the skin gently Ewan forgot to breathe.
Anakin leaned forward and helplessly Ewan followed suit, their foreheads touching and Ewan closed his eyes and gasped… he could feel the desolation, the sadness rolling off Anakin in waves and he wanted to know the words, the right words that would make things better.
Anakin’s emotions crashed over him and Ewan had no protection against them (they’d only had the one meditation class, shielding wasn’t for two more days), they obliterated the calm and peace that had been so hard won while he’d meditated with Yoda and it made him wish that he was Anakin’s Obi-Wan.
Because that was who Anakin wanted. Who he needed.
He wanted the man that remembered him, not the one that was confused, with no memory of their past, that had to be taught like a child the most basic of Jedi skills.
Finally Anakin drew back; Ewan opened his eyes and realized that Anakin was still touching him only now he was staring at him like he could see into Ewan’s soul.
Which he probably could since Ewan had no defense against him at the moment.
“I want you to remember,” Anakin’s voice was laced with anguish and Ewan closed his eyes against it. He wanted to cry for the heartbreak that Anakin was experiencing.
He startled when he felt warm lips brush against his, when he opened his eyes Anakin was gone.
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Well this story takes a bit of serious turn, and you haven't seen nothing yet, wait until the next part.
Glares at characters.
Posting a day early because I’m baby-sitting for my sister tomorrow.
He was supposed to be being released. The Healer had arrived that morning and smiled at him and told him that if the last batch of blood they’d taken (vampires! All of them! He thought he must have single-handedly transfused half his floor by now) came back normal that he could go home.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
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 9
Ewan sat on the edge of his bed, every so often he’d get bored and kick his feet and the Healer would glare at him and he would stop.
It was like a game.
He was supposed to be being released. The Healer had arrived that morning and smiled at him and told him that if the last batch of blood they’d taken (vampires! All of them! He thought he must have single-handedly transfused half his floor by now) came back normal that he could go home.
He’d snickered (because home, every time he fell unconscious and went to the bright place he hoped he arrive back home, instead he woke up with Anakin hovering and imminent death looming) and the Healer had looked so concerned that she’d taken more blood and now he felt like a bloody pin cushion.
Finally she’d left, vials in hand and told him to use the Fresher.
He thought she might have been trying to tell him that he reeked or something but he’d just used it the previous day and it wasn’t like he was doing anything more taxing then walking to the loo when he had to relieve himself.
He’d used it because honestly he thought she could totally kick his ass in a fight and when he’d come out the thin cotton pants and shirt he’d been wearing were gone and a nice semi-terry cloth robe was laying folded on the counter by the sink instead.
It disturbed him slightly that someone had been in and out of the loo while he’d been showering and he’d not even known, especially since the glass to the shower was clear.
Someone had obviously gotten a free show; it was a good thing he hadn’t been wanking which he did do in the shower sometimes.
He’d looked in the mirror, frowned at the beard that looked like it was trying to take over his face and searched futilely for a razor.
When he’d looked in every nook and cranny (even the little drawer that didn’t appear to have a bottom) he sighed and promised himself that as soon as he found one he’d lock himself in the loo and do it fast before Anakin could look at him with those big eyes and make him change his mind.
Upon exiting the Fresher he found a bundle of clothes on the bed that told him that Anakin had been by and had probably been the one to leave the robe in the loo, that didn’t disturb him as much as it probably should and he didn’t examine the feeling to closely.
He did wonder why he hadn’t hung around or at least popped his head in and said ‘hey I’ll be back’.
Probably Anakin and Yoda were arguing about what exactly training him was going to entail. Ewan hoped it wasn’t going to be as physical as he thought it might be.
He’d figured out why Anakin hadn’t hung around when he’d changed, and sat on the bed and waited for a good two hours before a Healer had arrived with data pad in hand.
She’d been touching the screen and glancing at him periodically, probably to make sure he wasn’t sprouting horns or growing a tail while she wasn’t paying attention.
Finally she stopped tapping at the data pad screen and looked at him.
“You are free to go Master Kenobi,” she sounded disappointed but Ewan wasn’t sure why. Maybe because he hadn’t keeled over dead from the poison?
He jumped from the bed; making sure to put an extra bounce in his step just to annoy her, she stared down her nose at him in disapproval, huffed and turned to leave.
Anakin opened the door at the same time she reached for it and they nodded coolly at each other.
“Master,” Anakin smiled at him.
“Anakin,” Ewan returned.
“I take it you’re ready to go?” Anakin smirked at him, head tilting to the side and Ewan thought he might be measuring his body temperature, weight and any other vital statistics that Anakin thought important to his continued well-being.
Ewan just arched an eyebrow, as if to say ‘why else would I be standing here, fully clothed, smiling’ and waved a hand at the door.
Meditation came easily to him. Go figure.
Anakin had dropped him off at school like a good little boy and Ewan had half-expected the younger man to pull out a brown paper bag, pat him on the head and kiss him goodbye.
As it was he’d hovered in the doorway for a good five minutes while Ewan had got settled with Yoda.
Finally another Jedi had appeared and dragged him; it looked like forcefully, away.
Yoda had stared at him as he’d settled in a cross-legged position then had proceeded to talk. Ewan had wondered if Yoda’s meditation technique was to bore others into unconsciousness.
Finally Yoda had quieted and Ewan had closed his eyes and found the focus that Yoda had been talking about almost immediately.
It was nothing especially hard, he thought about his girls and Jude and of all things Anakin.
Anakin had dominated his thoughts Ewan wondered if this was some part of Obi-Wan’s subconscious peeking through.
Anakin’s gentleness and protectiveness and possessiveness and that fact that while he’d been lying in a bed wracked with pain Anakin had stayed and watched over him while others might have deserted him.
When he finally opened his eyes he found Yoda staring at him, Anakin had returned at some point and was watching him silently from the back of the room.
“Nicely done Master Kenobi,” Yoda nodded at him in approval and Ewan felt himself flush with pride, because he’d done it, just him.
And then Ewan saw the knowing look on the wrinkled green face staring at him and fought back the urge to swear at him.
Yoda rose to his feet and Ewan wondered how long he’d been sitting there immersed in his thoughts of Anakin when the muscles in his legs suddenly cramped.
He slowly straightened them out in front of him and stretched, closing his eyes. He felt calm and at peace and he was loathe to lose those feelings. They felt nice and he hadn’t felt them in some time.
When he opened his eyes finally, because he didn’t think Anakin would take being ignored to kindly for very much longer, he instead found Anakin lounging on the floor where Yoda had been sitting smiling at him.
“Anakin,” Ewan said cautiously because he wasn’t sure he liked that look on Anakin’s face. He’d seen a look like that on Jude’s face once and he’d ended up puking in a toilet for five hours.
“Obi-Wan.”
“Why do you only call me that when we’re alone?” It wasn’t what he’d been meaning to ask but it was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
Anakin smirked at him. “Because you let me,” he let a hand move slowly and it was then that Ewan noticed that there were two human hands in front of him. Not one human hand, one robotic hand.
Two human, flesh and blood hands.
Did that mean that they hadn’t fought Dooku and had their asses soundly kicked?
And then Anakin touched him, laying a hand on his knee, and that thought fled. Because Anakin was touching him… and it felt normal.
They stared at each other in silence.
Anakin moved first, sitting up straight moving across the floor so he was right next to Ewan, leg touching leg.
And when Anakin reached the hand that had been resting on his knee up to cup his face, thumb caressing the skin gently Ewan forgot to breathe.
Anakin leaned forward and helplessly Ewan followed suit, their foreheads touching and Ewan closed his eyes and gasped… he could feel the desolation, the sadness rolling off Anakin in waves and he wanted to know the words, the right words that would make things better.
Anakin’s emotions crashed over him and Ewan had no protection against them (they’d only had the one meditation class, shielding wasn’t for two more days), they obliterated the calm and peace that had been so hard won while he’d meditated with Yoda and it made him wish that he was Anakin’s Obi-Wan.
Because that was who Anakin wanted. Who he needed.
He wanted the man that remembered him, not the one that was confused, with no memory of their past, that had to be taught like a child the most basic of Jedi skills.
Finally Anakin drew back; Ewan opened his eyes and realized that Anakin was still touching him only now he was staring at him like he could see into Ewan’s soul.
Which he probably could since Ewan had no defense against him at the moment.
“I want you to remember,” Anakin’s voice was laced with anguish and Ewan closed his eyes against it. He wanted to cry for the heartbreak that Anakin was experiencing.
He startled when he felt warm lips brush against his, when he opened his eyes Anakin was gone.
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Date: 2005-07-16 06:01 pm (UTC)such a lovely story this is. so well written too.
I'm so glad you updated before, my computer goes bye byeXD