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laniew1It still has no title… but more of my Alternate Universe Obi-Wan Healer Fic
Anakin swam into consciousness abruptly, then wished he hadn’t.
His mouth felt as if it had been filled with sand, his skin ached and his head felt as if a thousand Wookies were beating on drums within it.
Part 1
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 2
Anakin swam into consciousness abruptly, then wished he hadn’t.
His mouth felt as if it had been filled with sand, his skin ached and his head felt as if a thousand Wookies were beating on drums within it.
He stared at the ceiling, and wondered where they were.
The last thing he’d remembered was the mirage of a man assisting them, and memories came flooding back.
The fight, being shot down.
Qui-Gon, Anakin sat up franticly. Qui-Gon had been injured; he’d only stopped for a moment to rest and had not been able to begin moving again.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted Qui-Gon lying on a pallet near his, his chest rose and fell with his breaths and Anakin closed his eyes.
His Master was still alive.
Of course he still had no clue where they were. He’d thought the man that had appeared out of the hazy mist had been a figment of his imagination, but obviously he was not.
Anakin touched his arm, his wound had been healed and he could have sworn that the other man had used the Force or something like it.
He’d felt the familiar touch of it against his skin.
His stomach growled and he realized that he was hungry just at the same moment as his mirage appeared in the doorway.
“Oh you’re awake,” the other man smiled, seeming unconcerned with the fact that there were two injured Jedi in his home and that he’d healed at least one of them with his bare hands. “Are you hungry? I’ve made enough to feed at least ten people,” the man sounded sheepish. “I’m so used to cooking for myself that whenever I have to cook for more than just me I end up overdoing it.”
Anakin nodded cautiously. “I could eat something.”
If this man had wanted to kill them he could have left them out in the elements, instead he had saved his and Qui-Gon’s life, Anakin didn’t think that he’d try to poison them now.
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Obi-Wan set plates on the table, pulling glasses from over the cooler. Silverware came from a drawer by the oven and he realized that he was making busy work while he waited for the first of his two guests to make the way from the living room to the kitchen.
Finally the boy-man appeared and Obi-Wan decided that they would need to introduce themselves because he liked a civilized dinner which meant knowing the name of those he was eating with.
“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he said brightly nodding at a chair that the boy-man could ease himself into.
“Anakin Skywalker,” the other said softly and watched him expectantly.
Obi-Wan was unsure of why though.
“Nice to meet you Anakin,” he smiled. He moved the pot with the stew over to the table, pulled a pan with biscuits from the warmer and sat down across from Anakin.
It was a nice name.
He took a biscuit from the tray and was spooning stew over it when he realized that Anakin was still staring at him.
“I’m sorry it’s not much.”
“No…” Anakin shook his head and Obi-Wan wondered if maybe he and the other man were escaped mental patients and he should be worried for his continued good health.
Insanity wasn’t contagious, was it?
“No its fine…” Anakin took two biscuits, Obi-Wan nudged the ladle in his direction. He had a healthy appetite at least, Widow Mason would adore him. Unless it was just a case of his eyes being bigger than his stomach in which case… well Widow Mason’s pup Jasper would love him.
They ate in silence, not looking at each other which Obi-Wan found difficult because Anakin was quite attractive and his eyes were continually drawn in his direction.
His hair was wavy and slightly longer than Obi-Wan had seen any man wear it before, it was still shorter than the other mans though and he wondered what culture they were from that allowed men to grow their hair to the lengths they had.
“How does your arm feel?” Obi-Wan asked as he took another biscuit to sop up stew gravy left on his plate. He would have leftovers for a week he thought. Unless Anakin and his friend stayed and then he’d probably have enough for a lunch and another dinner.
Anakin had eaten everything on his plate, inhaling it like he hadn’t had food in days.
Maybe an escaped convict?
Anakin rotated his shoulder. “Good as new.” He smiled at him briefly and before returning his attention to the plate before him, Obi-Wan thought that if the boy had been alone he might have licked it to clean any remnants of food from it.
“There is more if you’re still hungry,” he offered with a smile which Anakin returned sheepishly.
“I’m told I have a hollow leg.”
“There are worse things I suppose.”
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The food was good, Anakin was unsure of why he was surprised by that fact. But when Obi-Wan had offered up seconds he’d leapt at the opportunity.
Because the minute that Qui-Gon regained consciousness he was going to insist they find somewhere to get replacement parts for their ship, or hire a ship to take them back to Coruscant, of this Anakin was positive.
So he ate the stew and the biscuits and tried to ignore the fact that Obi-Wan kept staring at him. Oh he’d turn away and stare at the table or fiddle with his silverware but eventually his gaze returned to Anakin’s face.
He wanted Qui-Gon to wake up so he could ask the questions he wanted answers to. Like why Obi-Wan who was very obviously Force-sensitive had never been taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for training.
And Anakin knew without a doubt that he was Force-sensitive. He could feel it without even trying. The energy humming back and forth between them. He wondered what Obi-Wan made of it, or if he could even feel it.
“Anakin?” Qui-Gon’s voice was weak and tired where it came from the doorway, Anakin whipped around to see his Master standing there gripping the wood frame like it was the only thing keeping him from plummeting to the ground in a heap.
“Master why didn’t you call me?” Anakin scolded all the while moving to him, an arm placed around his waist, Qui-Gon’s around his shoulder and Anakin led him back to the table where Obi-Wan was frowning now.
Anakin settled him in a chair and turned to Obi-Wan unsure of what was causing the distress that he could feel.
“Are you a slave?” Obi-Wan asked it with a tinge of disapproval, Anakin frowned until he realized that the disapproval was all pointed at Qui-Gon and then he returned to being confused.
“No,” Anakin shook his head and looked to Qui-Gon for guidance; no help from his Master was forthcoming as he was studying Obi-Wan with deep interest.
“You called him Master, typically it has been my experience that only those that are slaves refer to another as Master,” Obi-Wan was tapping his finger on the table now, Anakin was shocked to look down and see the silverware twitching in response to his movements.
“I’m a Jedi,” Anakin finally said. He unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and laid it on the table. “Qui-Gon Jinn is my teacher, I refer to him as Master as a form of respect for his position in my life and training.”
The silverware stilled and Obi-Wan’s fingers ceased their movements. He flushed red and refused to meet either Anakin or Qui-Gon’s eyes.
The two men shared a concerned look, neither sure of what had just transpired.
They didn’t have time to find out. A young male voice rang through the small house and Obi-Wan jumped to his feet, just in time to meet a young man about ten at the door.
“Obi-Wan,” the boy was breathless and Obi-Wan went to his knees in front of him, laid a hand on his shoulder and looked deep into his eyes.
“Papa said to come quick, Cecilie’s in labor and the baby’s coming wrong,” the boy’s voice was shaking and Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder before standing in one smooth motion.
“There’s food left if your… Qui-Gon is hungry,” Obi-Wan waved as he collected his cloak and a bag that Anakin seemed to recall seeing when he’d thought Obi-Wan a mirage. “I’ll be back…” he glanced at the boy who had his arms wrapped around himself and was vibrating visibly with tension. “Later.”
And then they were gone, the boy racing out of the room and house as soon as he saw Obi-Wan turn towards the door.
Anakin turned to Qui-Gon who looked thoughtful.
“I’m not imagining things right? He is Force-sensitive?”
Qui-Gon nodded once. Eyes hazy and distant as if he were remembering something from years past.
“Not trained though.”
“He healed my arm,” Anakin offered, he rotated his shoulder once more and felt the freedom of movement and no pain.
“Trained as a Healer is one thing, trained as a Jedi… well that’s something else. I wonder…”
“Master?”
“I wonder why he was never brought to the Temple to be evaluated and trained. With his sensitivity to the Force he would surely have been chosen as a Padawan,” Qui-Gon mused absently.
“Maybe his parents didn’t know,” Anakin said. “My mother certainly didn’t, not until you brought it up and offered. This planet is certainly more Outer Rim than Tatooine was…”
“Hmm. It is curious though.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, lost in thought.
“You should have some stew. It really is very good.”
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Anakin swam into consciousness abruptly, then wished he hadn’t.
His mouth felt as if it had been filled with sand, his skin ached and his head felt as if a thousand Wookies were beating on drums within it.
Part 1
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 2
Anakin swam into consciousness abruptly, then wished he hadn’t.
His mouth felt as if it had been filled with sand, his skin ached and his head felt as if a thousand Wookies were beating on drums within it.
He stared at the ceiling, and wondered where they were.
The last thing he’d remembered was the mirage of a man assisting them, and memories came flooding back.
The fight, being shot down.
Qui-Gon, Anakin sat up franticly. Qui-Gon had been injured; he’d only stopped for a moment to rest and had not been able to begin moving again.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted Qui-Gon lying on a pallet near his, his chest rose and fell with his breaths and Anakin closed his eyes.
His Master was still alive.
Of course he still had no clue where they were. He’d thought the man that had appeared out of the hazy mist had been a figment of his imagination, but obviously he was not.
Anakin touched his arm, his wound had been healed and he could have sworn that the other man had used the Force or something like it.
He’d felt the familiar touch of it against his skin.
His stomach growled and he realized that he was hungry just at the same moment as his mirage appeared in the doorway.
“Oh you’re awake,” the other man smiled, seeming unconcerned with the fact that there were two injured Jedi in his home and that he’d healed at least one of them with his bare hands. “Are you hungry? I’ve made enough to feed at least ten people,” the man sounded sheepish. “I’m so used to cooking for myself that whenever I have to cook for more than just me I end up overdoing it.”
Anakin nodded cautiously. “I could eat something.”
If this man had wanted to kill them he could have left them out in the elements, instead he had saved his and Qui-Gon’s life, Anakin didn’t think that he’d try to poison them now.
Obi-Wan set plates on the table, pulling glasses from over the cooler. Silverware came from a drawer by the oven and he realized that he was making busy work while he waited for the first of his two guests to make the way from the living room to the kitchen.
Finally the boy-man appeared and Obi-Wan decided that they would need to introduce themselves because he liked a civilized dinner which meant knowing the name of those he was eating with.
“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he said brightly nodding at a chair that the boy-man could ease himself into.
“Anakin Skywalker,” the other said softly and watched him expectantly.
Obi-Wan was unsure of why though.
“Nice to meet you Anakin,” he smiled. He moved the pot with the stew over to the table, pulled a pan with biscuits from the warmer and sat down across from Anakin.
It was a nice name.
He took a biscuit from the tray and was spooning stew over it when he realized that Anakin was still staring at him.
“I’m sorry it’s not much.”
“No…” Anakin shook his head and Obi-Wan wondered if maybe he and the other man were escaped mental patients and he should be worried for his continued good health.
Insanity wasn’t contagious, was it?
“No its fine…” Anakin took two biscuits, Obi-Wan nudged the ladle in his direction. He had a healthy appetite at least, Widow Mason would adore him. Unless it was just a case of his eyes being bigger than his stomach in which case… well Widow Mason’s pup Jasper would love him.
They ate in silence, not looking at each other which Obi-Wan found difficult because Anakin was quite attractive and his eyes were continually drawn in his direction.
His hair was wavy and slightly longer than Obi-Wan had seen any man wear it before, it was still shorter than the other mans though and he wondered what culture they were from that allowed men to grow their hair to the lengths they had.
“How does your arm feel?” Obi-Wan asked as he took another biscuit to sop up stew gravy left on his plate. He would have leftovers for a week he thought. Unless Anakin and his friend stayed and then he’d probably have enough for a lunch and another dinner.
Anakin had eaten everything on his plate, inhaling it like he hadn’t had food in days.
Maybe an escaped convict?
Anakin rotated his shoulder. “Good as new.” He smiled at him briefly and before returning his attention to the plate before him, Obi-Wan thought that if the boy had been alone he might have licked it to clean any remnants of food from it.
“There is more if you’re still hungry,” he offered with a smile which Anakin returned sheepishly.
“I’m told I have a hollow leg.”
“There are worse things I suppose.”
The food was good, Anakin was unsure of why he was surprised by that fact. But when Obi-Wan had offered up seconds he’d leapt at the opportunity.
Because the minute that Qui-Gon regained consciousness he was going to insist they find somewhere to get replacement parts for their ship, or hire a ship to take them back to Coruscant, of this Anakin was positive.
So he ate the stew and the biscuits and tried to ignore the fact that Obi-Wan kept staring at him. Oh he’d turn away and stare at the table or fiddle with his silverware but eventually his gaze returned to Anakin’s face.
He wanted Qui-Gon to wake up so he could ask the questions he wanted answers to. Like why Obi-Wan who was very obviously Force-sensitive had never been taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for training.
And Anakin knew without a doubt that he was Force-sensitive. He could feel it without even trying. The energy humming back and forth between them. He wondered what Obi-Wan made of it, or if he could even feel it.
“Anakin?” Qui-Gon’s voice was weak and tired where it came from the doorway, Anakin whipped around to see his Master standing there gripping the wood frame like it was the only thing keeping him from plummeting to the ground in a heap.
“Master why didn’t you call me?” Anakin scolded all the while moving to him, an arm placed around his waist, Qui-Gon’s around his shoulder and Anakin led him back to the table where Obi-Wan was frowning now.
Anakin settled him in a chair and turned to Obi-Wan unsure of what was causing the distress that he could feel.
“Are you a slave?” Obi-Wan asked it with a tinge of disapproval, Anakin frowned until he realized that the disapproval was all pointed at Qui-Gon and then he returned to being confused.
“No,” Anakin shook his head and looked to Qui-Gon for guidance; no help from his Master was forthcoming as he was studying Obi-Wan with deep interest.
“You called him Master, typically it has been my experience that only those that are slaves refer to another as Master,” Obi-Wan was tapping his finger on the table now, Anakin was shocked to look down and see the silverware twitching in response to his movements.
“I’m a Jedi,” Anakin finally said. He unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and laid it on the table. “Qui-Gon Jinn is my teacher, I refer to him as Master as a form of respect for his position in my life and training.”
The silverware stilled and Obi-Wan’s fingers ceased their movements. He flushed red and refused to meet either Anakin or Qui-Gon’s eyes.
The two men shared a concerned look, neither sure of what had just transpired.
They didn’t have time to find out. A young male voice rang through the small house and Obi-Wan jumped to his feet, just in time to meet a young man about ten at the door.
“Obi-Wan,” the boy was breathless and Obi-Wan went to his knees in front of him, laid a hand on his shoulder and looked deep into his eyes.
“Papa said to come quick, Cecilie’s in labor and the baby’s coming wrong,” the boy’s voice was shaking and Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder before standing in one smooth motion.
“There’s food left if your… Qui-Gon is hungry,” Obi-Wan waved as he collected his cloak and a bag that Anakin seemed to recall seeing when he’d thought Obi-Wan a mirage. “I’ll be back…” he glanced at the boy who had his arms wrapped around himself and was vibrating visibly with tension. “Later.”
And then they were gone, the boy racing out of the room and house as soon as he saw Obi-Wan turn towards the door.
Anakin turned to Qui-Gon who looked thoughtful.
“I’m not imagining things right? He is Force-sensitive?”
Qui-Gon nodded once. Eyes hazy and distant as if he were remembering something from years past.
“Not trained though.”
“He healed my arm,” Anakin offered, he rotated his shoulder once more and felt the freedom of movement and no pain.
“Trained as a Healer is one thing, trained as a Jedi… well that’s something else. I wonder…”
“Master?”
“I wonder why he was never brought to the Temple to be evaluated and trained. With his sensitivity to the Force he would surely have been chosen as a Padawan,” Qui-Gon mused absently.
“Maybe his parents didn’t know,” Anakin said. “My mother certainly didn’t, not until you brought it up and offered. This planet is certainly more Outer Rim than Tatooine was…”
“Hmm. It is curious though.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, lost in thought.
“You should have some stew. It really is very good.”
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Date: 2005-07-20 05:49 pm (UTC)Hopefully you would updaet this as frequently as Space and Time (which is love by the way!)
Love the idea of Obi-Wan being a healear.
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Date: 2005-07-20 10:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-21 07:17 am (UTC)Unless it was just a case of his eyes being bigger than his stomach in which case… well Widow Mason’s pup Jasper would love him.
It was just so cute! I can't wait for the next part.
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Date: 2005-07-22 11:19 pm (UTC)