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AU - Obi-Wan Healer Fic - Part 2 - 7/20
Between Space & Time - Part 11 - 7/22
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Anakin was avoiding him.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
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 10
Anakin was avoiding him.
He’d come to that realization when Anakin hadn’t returned to the apartment by the second night.
The first night he’d thought maybe Anakin was a bit uncomfortable over his mini-breakdown in front of Ewan.
And then the kiss.
Did all Jedi men kiss each other on the lips?
He couldn’t remember anything from George that would have led him to that conclusion, although in retrospect he guess he’d kind of always thought the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan was a little more friendly then they’d shown on screen (he had half a mind to ask Obi-Wan about it the next time he saw him).
When Anakin hadn’t returned by the following morning Ewan started to get a little concerned, he got a lot concerned when a young Padawan of sixteen (was he going to have to regrow the Padawan braid now that they were retraining him?) showed up to escort him to the Jedi Temple for the lesson in Jedi Battle Tactics with Mace Windu.
The class was fascinating (George had never really gone into why they did some of what they did and it was nice to know that there was a reason behind it) definitely held his interest for the close to three hours that they’d sat there and listened to the older man speak.
During the first hour of the class Mace would have to call attention back to himself as the younglings spent a good portion of the first hour studying him from the corner of their eyes.
He wondered who taught them subterfuge and if he would be sharing that class with them as well.
He walked to lunch with the younglings since no one had appeared to tell him where to go next, it would have been nice if someone had given him a written schedule complete with directions and possibly a map.
He sat at a small table with four younglings that all seemed to have lost their abilities to speak since every attempt to draw them into conversation led to them staring at him with wide eyes.
Finally he’d given up and eaten the brightly colored mush on his plate that tasted like turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy that had been forced into a blender.
He’d been walking back to the classroom with the younglings when another Padawan had caught him at the door and indicated that he was to follow him.
He was led back to the meditation room where Anakin had kissed him and was unsurprised when the Padawan bowed, issued a respectful “Master Kenobi” and walked away.
“Master Kenobi,” Yoda’s voice beckoned him and he walked slowly into the room. The small Master was sitting on the floor, the windows were shaded and room was as a result dim.
If there had been candles lit he might have been worried about his virtue.
“Master Yoda,” Ewan walked into the room, the door closing shut behind him.
“Fear I sense in you, confusion,” Yoda indicated that he should sit across from him and Ewan fell into a cross-legged position with much less grace than Obi-Wan would probably have exhibited.
“Anakin…” he started, then stopped. Because he wasn’t sure if Yoda was aware of anything that had happened between Obi-Wan and Anakin and if he didn’t know then Ewan didn’t want to be the one to spill the beans and get them both booted out of the Jedi Order.
Obi-Wan would figure out a way to destroy him if he managed to lose him his job.
“Worried for the boy you are,” Yoda nodded.
“He’s not a boy,” Ewan stated, and it wasn’t like what Yoda or the others called Anakin mattered, but if Obi-Wan and Anakin were going to have been in a relationship it worked much better in his head as well as for his continued sanity if Anakin wasn’t the fresh faced boy that Hayden had been back in the second movie.
“No,” Yoda agreed. “A youngling he has not been for a number of years.”
Yoda peered at him. “A bit of Obi-Wan I sense in you now.”
“What do you mean ‘a bit of Obi-Wan you sense in me’?” Ewan asked, eyes narrowed.
“Knowledge that only Obi-Wan Kenobi would possess is inside your mind, locked away somehow.”
Ewan flashed suddenly on that bright room and Obi-Wan sitting across from him talking. The face that was a mirror image of his only with a beard, looking at times sad and other times joyful.
“There is no guarantee that you will remember any of it though.”
“He’s been talking to me,” Ewan said slowly with dawning realization. “In my dreams, when I’m unconscious, when I’m…”
“Knowledge he gives you, how you use it is for you to determine.”
“That’s a great help… can’t you just tell me what he would do in this instance,” Ewan knew he sounded petulant and sort of whiny but he kind of didn’t care.
Yoda smiled, it sent shivers down Ewan’s spine.
“Go home Master Kenobi.”
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Anakin had been back to the apartment while he’d been being stared at by younglings and confused by Yoda.
His cloak lay over the back of the couch and a half empty cup of that coffee stuff sat on a table.
He wasn’t there when Ewan came home though and his absence made the apartment seem large and empty. He wondered when that had happened, when he had come to rely on Anakin being around.
He’d sighed, undressed down to his leggings and thin shirt and then wished for Anakin to return for help in getting his boots off.
When he finally succeeded in removing them he was on such a positive high that he attempted to battle the kitchen.
It looked like something had blown up and he contemplated cleaning it while he munched on some warm bread and sipped from a bottle that he’d found in the cooler.
The fluid had a sweet taste and reminded him of orange juice; he tried not to think about that fact that it was blood red.
He gave up on Anakin finally when it was dark outside and he’d been sitting in the living room on the couch that wasn’t really as uncomfortable as it looked for what seemed like hours.
Anakin would come to him when he was ready.
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The apartment was silent and Ewan wasn’t sure what exactly had woken him. He’d been sound asleep and then suddenly he’d been wide awake, heart pounding in his chest.
He stared at the ceiling, listened and heard nothing. Even Anakin would have to make noise if he had returned home.
Maybe a nightmare?
Finally he decided that he would not get back to sleep unless he checked the apartment to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
He grabbed his lightsaber from the table, even though he had no clue what exactly he’d do with it if he found an intruder… throw it at them?
Anakin had been the one that was going to handle his lightsaber training, Ewan wondered if Anakin was MIA because of the kiss or because he didn’t want to teach him how to use the weapon.
The door opened with an almost silent ‘snick’ and Ewan stopped dead in his tracks.
Anakin had returned.
Soft light glowed in the main living room, and Anakin sat in the middle of the floor, legs crossed, hands on his knees, eyes closed.
Ewan stood there for a moment just watching the other man, the way the light danced over the angles of his face. He looked sad and tired and Ewan was loathe to force contact between them if Anakin wasn’t ready.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin’s voice was soft, not a whisper but not normal speech and Ewan turned.
“I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said apologetically. Anakin smiled ruefully.
“You can always interrupt me. Besides my mind is too occupied to really be calm and meditate like I should.”
Ewan moved further into the room and Anakin watched him. When he knelt on the floor next to him Anakin’s face went totally guarded and blank.
They stared at each other, Anakin not moving a muscle while Ewan tried to figure out why his stomach was tied up in knots.
He didn’t move while Ewan studied him.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Ewan finally said softly.
“Not intentionally I swear,” Anakin smiled. “Padmé… Senator Amidala returned from Naboo. She requested an audience with you, but since you are…” Anakin didn’t finish. “They sent me to sit with her.”
Ewan looked away, not quite understanding the pain in his chest and the twisting of his stomach. It felt somehow like he’d been betrayed in some little way.
He felt Anakin’s hand on his chin and looked up to meet his eyes. Anakin’s thumb caressed his cheek, ran over his lips and the breath stalled in his chest again.
“You respond to my touch like you remember me… but you don’t remember me… it’s all very frustrating.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” Anakin shook his head, bending close. Warm puffs of air danced against his face and Ewan remembered to breathe when he realized that the pain in his chest was because he wasn’t. “You don’t need to be sorry. I should have… it was too soon, I should have waited.”
Ewan watched him carefully, the way that Anakin’s eyes showed no visible emotion.
That pained him.
“We were lovers,” he finally said, all the hints and clues and he wondered why Obi-Wan hadn’t just point blank said ‘oh by the way Anakin is my lover don’t destroy my relationship with him’ instead of telling him ‘The relationship between Anakin and I is complicated’.
Well no shit, if he’d known up front he could have handled this all much better.
“Yes,” Anakin’s hand tightened against his face.
“Why didn’t you…”
“Master Yoda thought it was best if you remembered on your own,” the sneer in his voice indicated what Anakin thought of that proclamation.
“Wait a minute, Yoda knows?” Ewan’s eyes went wide. He thought the Jedi order had a problem with personal attachments and relationships.
Maybe it was because they were both men… or was it okay because they were both Jedi.
“Of course he knows, did you really think the fact that we share an apartment still has gone unnoticed?”
“Well I thought… you know to save money…” Ewan managed weakly.
“The apartments are issued to us as Jedi, we don’t pay for them.”
“Oh… that’s nice of them.”
Anakin snorted. “It’s the least they can do since they send us out into battle to be killed or worse.”
“I’m not really a fan of dying.”
Anakin smiled. “And you’re not going to…” he leaned forward and like before Ewan responded. He worried at that, Eve, the girls, Jude… they would all fucking kill him if they were to see him now, leaning forward to be kissed by another man.
But even with those thoughts he was helpless to stop his responding.
“I’m going to kiss you,” was whispered against his cheek, his eyes closed.
“Are you going to run away again?”
“No.”
And all thoughts of anyone but Anakin flew from his head as Anakin’s lips touched his.
Softly, gently he was kissed. His lips parted on a sigh and Anakin’s tongue delved forward and Ewan was helpless to do anything but respond.
“Anakin.”
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AU - Obi-Wan Healer Fic - Part 2 - 7/20
Between Space & Time - Part 11 - 7/22
Enjoy…
Anakin was avoiding him.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
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 10
Anakin was avoiding him.
He’d come to that realization when Anakin hadn’t returned to the apartment by the second night.
The first night he’d thought maybe Anakin was a bit uncomfortable over his mini-breakdown in front of Ewan.
And then the kiss.
Did all Jedi men kiss each other on the lips?
He couldn’t remember anything from George that would have led him to that conclusion, although in retrospect he guess he’d kind of always thought the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan was a little more friendly then they’d shown on screen (he had half a mind to ask Obi-Wan about it the next time he saw him).
When Anakin hadn’t returned by the following morning Ewan started to get a little concerned, he got a lot concerned when a young Padawan of sixteen (was he going to have to regrow the Padawan braid now that they were retraining him?) showed up to escort him to the Jedi Temple for the lesson in Jedi Battle Tactics with Mace Windu.
The class was fascinating (George had never really gone into why they did some of what they did and it was nice to know that there was a reason behind it) definitely held his interest for the close to three hours that they’d sat there and listened to the older man speak.
During the first hour of the class Mace would have to call attention back to himself as the younglings spent a good portion of the first hour studying him from the corner of their eyes.
He wondered who taught them subterfuge and if he would be sharing that class with them as well.
He walked to lunch with the younglings since no one had appeared to tell him where to go next, it would have been nice if someone had given him a written schedule complete with directions and possibly a map.
He sat at a small table with four younglings that all seemed to have lost their abilities to speak since every attempt to draw them into conversation led to them staring at him with wide eyes.
Finally he’d given up and eaten the brightly colored mush on his plate that tasted like turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy that had been forced into a blender.
He’d been walking back to the classroom with the younglings when another Padawan had caught him at the door and indicated that he was to follow him.
He was led back to the meditation room where Anakin had kissed him and was unsurprised when the Padawan bowed, issued a respectful “Master Kenobi” and walked away.
“Master Kenobi,” Yoda’s voice beckoned him and he walked slowly into the room. The small Master was sitting on the floor, the windows were shaded and room was as a result dim.
If there had been candles lit he might have been worried about his virtue.
“Master Yoda,” Ewan walked into the room, the door closing shut behind him.
“Fear I sense in you, confusion,” Yoda indicated that he should sit across from him and Ewan fell into a cross-legged position with much less grace than Obi-Wan would probably have exhibited.
“Anakin…” he started, then stopped. Because he wasn’t sure if Yoda was aware of anything that had happened between Obi-Wan and Anakin and if he didn’t know then Ewan didn’t want to be the one to spill the beans and get them both booted out of the Jedi Order.
Obi-Wan would figure out a way to destroy him if he managed to lose him his job.
“Worried for the boy you are,” Yoda nodded.
“He’s not a boy,” Ewan stated, and it wasn’t like what Yoda or the others called Anakin mattered, but if Obi-Wan and Anakin were going to have been in a relationship it worked much better in his head as well as for his continued sanity if Anakin wasn’t the fresh faced boy that Hayden had been back in the second movie.
“No,” Yoda agreed. “A youngling he has not been for a number of years.”
Yoda peered at him. “A bit of Obi-Wan I sense in you now.”
“What do you mean ‘a bit of Obi-Wan you sense in me’?” Ewan asked, eyes narrowed.
“Knowledge that only Obi-Wan Kenobi would possess is inside your mind, locked away somehow.”
Ewan flashed suddenly on that bright room and Obi-Wan sitting across from him talking. The face that was a mirror image of his only with a beard, looking at times sad and other times joyful.
“There is no guarantee that you will remember any of it though.”
“He’s been talking to me,” Ewan said slowly with dawning realization. “In my dreams, when I’m unconscious, when I’m…”
“Knowledge he gives you, how you use it is for you to determine.”
“That’s a great help… can’t you just tell me what he would do in this instance,” Ewan knew he sounded petulant and sort of whiny but he kind of didn’t care.
Yoda smiled, it sent shivers down Ewan’s spine.
“Go home Master Kenobi.”
Anakin had been back to the apartment while he’d been being stared at by younglings and confused by Yoda.
His cloak lay over the back of the couch and a half empty cup of that coffee stuff sat on a table.
He wasn’t there when Ewan came home though and his absence made the apartment seem large and empty. He wondered when that had happened, when he had come to rely on Anakin being around.
He’d sighed, undressed down to his leggings and thin shirt and then wished for Anakin to return for help in getting his boots off.
When he finally succeeded in removing them he was on such a positive high that he attempted to battle the kitchen.
It looked like something had blown up and he contemplated cleaning it while he munched on some warm bread and sipped from a bottle that he’d found in the cooler.
The fluid had a sweet taste and reminded him of orange juice; he tried not to think about that fact that it was blood red.
He gave up on Anakin finally when it was dark outside and he’d been sitting in the living room on the couch that wasn’t really as uncomfortable as it looked for what seemed like hours.
Anakin would come to him when he was ready.
The apartment was silent and Ewan wasn’t sure what exactly had woken him. He’d been sound asleep and then suddenly he’d been wide awake, heart pounding in his chest.
He stared at the ceiling, listened and heard nothing. Even Anakin would have to make noise if he had returned home.
Maybe a nightmare?
Finally he decided that he would not get back to sleep unless he checked the apartment to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
He grabbed his lightsaber from the table, even though he had no clue what exactly he’d do with it if he found an intruder… throw it at them?
Anakin had been the one that was going to handle his lightsaber training, Ewan wondered if Anakin was MIA because of the kiss or because he didn’t want to teach him how to use the weapon.
The door opened with an almost silent ‘snick’ and Ewan stopped dead in his tracks.
Anakin had returned.
Soft light glowed in the main living room, and Anakin sat in the middle of the floor, legs crossed, hands on his knees, eyes closed.
Ewan stood there for a moment just watching the other man, the way the light danced over the angles of his face. He looked sad and tired and Ewan was loathe to force contact between them if Anakin wasn’t ready.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin’s voice was soft, not a whisper but not normal speech and Ewan turned.
“I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said apologetically. Anakin smiled ruefully.
“You can always interrupt me. Besides my mind is too occupied to really be calm and meditate like I should.”
Ewan moved further into the room and Anakin watched him. When he knelt on the floor next to him Anakin’s face went totally guarded and blank.
They stared at each other, Anakin not moving a muscle while Ewan tried to figure out why his stomach was tied up in knots.
He didn’t move while Ewan studied him.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Ewan finally said softly.
“Not intentionally I swear,” Anakin smiled. “Padmé… Senator Amidala returned from Naboo. She requested an audience with you, but since you are…” Anakin didn’t finish. “They sent me to sit with her.”
Ewan looked away, not quite understanding the pain in his chest and the twisting of his stomach. It felt somehow like he’d been betrayed in some little way.
He felt Anakin’s hand on his chin and looked up to meet his eyes. Anakin’s thumb caressed his cheek, ran over his lips and the breath stalled in his chest again.
“You respond to my touch like you remember me… but you don’t remember me… it’s all very frustrating.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” Anakin shook his head, bending close. Warm puffs of air danced against his face and Ewan remembered to breathe when he realized that the pain in his chest was because he wasn’t. “You don’t need to be sorry. I should have… it was too soon, I should have waited.”
Ewan watched him carefully, the way that Anakin’s eyes showed no visible emotion.
That pained him.
“We were lovers,” he finally said, all the hints and clues and he wondered why Obi-Wan hadn’t just point blank said ‘oh by the way Anakin is my lover don’t destroy my relationship with him’ instead of telling him ‘The relationship between Anakin and I is complicated’.
Well no shit, if he’d known up front he could have handled this all much better.
“Yes,” Anakin’s hand tightened against his face.
“Why didn’t you…”
“Master Yoda thought it was best if you remembered on your own,” the sneer in his voice indicated what Anakin thought of that proclamation.
“Wait a minute, Yoda knows?” Ewan’s eyes went wide. He thought the Jedi order had a problem with personal attachments and relationships.
Maybe it was because they were both men… or was it okay because they were both Jedi.
“Of course he knows, did you really think the fact that we share an apartment still has gone unnoticed?”
“Well I thought… you know to save money…” Ewan managed weakly.
“The apartments are issued to us as Jedi, we don’t pay for them.”
“Oh… that’s nice of them.”
Anakin snorted. “It’s the least they can do since they send us out into battle to be killed or worse.”
“I’m not really a fan of dying.”
Anakin smiled. “And you’re not going to…” he leaned forward and like before Ewan responded. He worried at that, Eve, the girls, Jude… they would all fucking kill him if they were to see him now, leaning forward to be kissed by another man.
But even with those thoughts he was helpless to stop his responding.
“I’m going to kiss you,” was whispered against his cheek, his eyes closed.
“Are you going to run away again?”
“No.”
And all thoughts of anyone but Anakin flew from his head as Anakin’s lips touched his.
Softly, gently he was kissed. His lips parted on a sigh and Anakin’s tongue delved forward and Ewan was helpless to do anything but respond.
“Anakin.”
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Date: 2005-07-18 01:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 01:46 pm (UTC)this made me fall from my chair *bwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
your fic is pure addiction!!!!!!
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Date: 2005-07-18 01:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 01:58 pm (UTC)Also, you asked if we preferred short, frequent updates or longer, infrequent ones. I've decided I adore the fact that most days I get to read another snippet of this fic.
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Date: 2005-07-18 02:01 pm (UTC)I don't remember how I even found it
Date: 2005-07-18 02:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 03:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 03:07 pm (UTC)omgSQUEE!! this is SO friggin adorable!!! XD
yeah i'd stare at Ewan if he sat down at my table during lunch, too!
sense a bit of the fangirls, in the younglings you do, hmmm? hehehhe!!!
♥
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Date: 2005-07-18 03:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 03:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 03:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 04:57 pm (UTC)He grabbed his lightsaber from the table, even though he had no clue what exactly he’d do with it if he found an intruder… throw it at them?
love this line.
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Date: 2005-07-18 07:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-18 07:42 pm (UTC)AND... that end.
OMG hottest thing I've read all fucking week.
::fans self::
I love it when it takes a long while to get the 'physical' stuff between characters. Mmm... suspense.
Keep going.
*tenses*
Date: 2005-07-19 02:33 am (UTC)*hyperventilates*
OMG so tense and such sorrow and angst and frustration and so... soft in the end. You weave these emotions and string them out, plucking at them expertly. I feel wrung out and well played. Very well played.
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-19 05:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-19 08:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-19 09:42 am (UTC)“Oh… that’s nice of them.”
LOL. He sounds so casual about it.
I feel so bad for Ewan. You'd think everyone would stop with the ominous stuff and just tell him so he isn't kept in the dark.
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Date: 2005-07-19 11:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-19 05:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-20 09:50 am (UTC)