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laniew1I was going to wait and post this tomorrow but I’m babysitting for my sister all day and then going to the movies tomorrow night.
So do you guys really think that Obi-Wan could have an affair? And keep it a secret?
Some of you are going to continue to think that I’m mean.
Anakin wasn’t waiting at the landing pad when the speeder arrived at the Jedi Temple. Which in Ewan’s eyes could only be a good thing since he kind of thought that he looked guilty even if he wasn’t sure he had anything to be guilty about, besides the fact that it wasn’t even him that should be feeling guilty in the first place.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12
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 13
Anakin wasn’t waiting at the landing pad when the speeder arrived at the Jedi Temple. Which in Ewan’s eyes could only be a good thing since he kind of thought that he looked guilty even if he wasn’t sure he had anything to be guilty about, besides the fact that it wasn’t even him that should be feeling guilty in the first place.
Obi-Wan had a lot to answer for the next time Ewan got his hands on him.
He really just wanted to go to his room, lock the door and kick things until he figured out what the fuck was going on.
So of course that meant the universe (who obviously was having a ‘fuck with Ewan McGregor day’) had to send Yoda to fuck up all his plans, the Jedi Master appearing suddenly in front of him blocking his way.
“Sent Young Skywalker to spar with Aayla Secura, scaring the younglings he was.”
“He’s kind of over protective.”
“Mentioned this before you have once or twice,” Yoda looked up at him and Ewan wondered if he should possibly kneel so Yoda didn’t get a crick in his neck.
“Your meeting with Senator Amidala went well did it?”
“It went okay I guess,” Ewan managed. He did not mention the fact that Padmé had kissed him and was thankful that he’d had at least the one class on proper shielding techniques.
He thought that might come in handy. At least people (read Jedi or Sith Lords) would have to dig through innocuous thoughts on where dirty laundry went in order to get to it.
“She really didn’t have much to say,” except for that thing where she implied that you were cheating on Anakin, that snarky inner voice whispered silkily. He was definitely not telling Yoda about that though, that was need to know information only, and really until he got to yell at Obi-Wan he wasn’t planning on telling anyone about that.
He liked all his limbs right where they were thank you very much.
“I’m not sure why I had to be there.”
“Asked for you she did, not in the habit of turning down Senators requests for conferences are we. Most certainly not Senators that have the ear of the Chancellor, good terms we wish to remain on with them.”
Ewan wondered if that was Yoda’s way of saying that he had pimped Obi-Wan out in order to stay on Padmé’s good side and have her whisper nice things about the Jedi into Chancellor Palpatine’s ear.
He hoped that wasn’t the case seeing as how Palpatine was the Sith Lord and wanted nothing more than to destroy the Jedi and all they stood for.
“Still think she could have talked to someone else.”
“Tried to send Young Skywalker in your steed we did, would not talk to him other than to ask about you.”
“That might be because she hates him.”
“You’re back,” Anakin’s voice was filled with relief and happiness at seeing him standing there. If Yoda hadn’t been peering at him curiously or there Ewan had no doubt that Anakin would have been patting him down searching for internal injuries or broken bones.
Ewan wondered if he had a test for fidelity and if it would work even though he wasn’t really Obi-Wan just shared similar appearances.
“How went your session with Aayla Secura?” Yoda held the top of his walking stick and stared at him intently.
“It went okay, she handed me off to Master Windu because she thought my masculinity would be threatened if she kicked my butt too severely, so she let Master Windu do it instead.”
“You don’t sound to upset about it?”
“Well I was distracted,” Anakin stared at him with heat and Ewan flushed, fighting obviously made Anakin horny.
He would have to remember that for future reference.
“And he didn’t beat me that badly, if I’d been all there instead of wondering when you’d get back I might have actually beat him for a change.”
“You shouldn’t have been distracted worrying about me, I can take care of myself,” Ewan stated firmly. Because he was pretty sure that was what Obi-Wan would have said. Anakin raised an eyebrow at him and both he and Yoda looked doubtful to that prospect.
“I can,” he muttered defensively.
“I’ll meditate an extra hour tonight in penance, how about that.”
“Should make you cook instead.”
“Only if you really want to go back to the Healers Ward.”
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His resolve to not saying anything to Anakin about the Padmé kissing him thing lasted until they walked into their apartment and Anakin looked at him with raised eyebrows.
He broke.
Obviously he wouldn’t do well under torture.
“Padmé kissed me,” he blurted out.
Obviously that hadn’t been what Anakin had been expecting to hear, his eyes narrowed, his hands clenched and he looked absolutely infuriated.
Ewan took a few steps back just in case that anger was directed at him.
“I didn’t kiss her back,” he felt the need to add. “She insinuated that we’d been fooling around behind your back… we haven’t right? Because I wouldn’t… that would be wrong.”
Anakin took a deep breath, unclenched his hands. And then took another deep breath.
“Anakin?” Anakin’s silence was beginning to freak him out just a bit. Should he be running for his life?
“I’ll kill her,” Anakin muttered softly, Ewan was barely able to hear him. “You have never cheated on me. Padmé has tried this trick one time to many.”
Ewan frowned, because what was this, a version of Punk’d in an alternate universe? Whose bright idea was it to Punk the amnesiac Jedi who wouldn’t know it was a joke?
When he saw Ashton Kutcher he was kicking his ass just on general principle.
Anakin took a step forward. Ewan took a step back and it was like they were dancing, except it wasn’t romantic, Anakin was definitely leading and Ewan was kind of scared of what Anakin would do once he got his hands on him.
It was three steps back before Ewan hit the wall and could go no further. Anakin kept moving forward until he was well within his bubble of personal space.
There was anger still visible on his face although Ewan didn’t think it was directed towards him.
“You would never cheat on me and if someone tried to take you away from me I would destroy them so totally that there would be no proof that they even existed.”
Ewan’s eyes widened. “That’s not very… uh… Jedi of you.”
Anakin smiled thinly. “Yoda told me once that I would make a poor Jedi. That I allowed emotions to rule me,” he pulled Ewan into him, hands tight against his hips and he thought that he might end up with bruises.
Better bruises than missing limbs he supposed.
“You’re mine,” Anakin whispered against his lips. “I dare anyone to try and take you from me.”
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The little cabinet in the fresher had three different bottles with three different types of pills.
None of them were labeled (and really who had unlabeled bottles of drugs in their medicine cabinet anymore?) and he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to play Russian roulette with his life just to get Obi-Wan to answer some questions.
Or possibly go home.
Ewan stared at all of them and wondered if he could convince Anakin to just knock him upside the head without telling him why.
Finally he just dropped two of each into his hand and stared at them. The white ones looked sort of like Tylenol so he dropped them back into the bottle they’d come from.
Green or blue.
Blue or green.
He hmmed to himself and heard Anakin moving around in the bedroom that it appeared they were now sharing. He wouldn’t be alone for much longer, the threat to their relationship had caused Anakin to not be able to go more than ten minutes without making sure he knew where Obi-Wan was.
The fact that he was in a bathroom that had only one entrance did not seem to factor into the equation for him.
The green was a pretty shade but the blue ones just looked more peaceful and he popped them into his mouth before he could change his mind.
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The first clue that there was something wrong?
The fact that no one spoke some quirky comment about him being back again.
The bright room was less bright and more neutral tones when he finally opened his eyes.
He blinked quickly, sat up and did not find Obi-Wan sitting cross-legged beside him.
Did not see him at all.
Oh this couldn’t be good.
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So do you guys really think that Obi-Wan could have an affair? And keep it a secret?
Some of you are going to continue to think that I’m mean.
Anakin wasn’t waiting at the landing pad when the speeder arrived at the Jedi Temple. Which in Ewan’s eyes could only be a good thing since he kind of thought that he looked guilty even if he wasn’t sure he had anything to be guilty about, besides the fact that it wasn’t even him that should be feeling guilty in the first place.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12
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 13
Anakin wasn’t waiting at the landing pad when the speeder arrived at the Jedi Temple. Which in Ewan’s eyes could only be a good thing since he kind of thought that he looked guilty even if he wasn’t sure he had anything to be guilty about, besides the fact that it wasn’t even him that should be feeling guilty in the first place.
Obi-Wan had a lot to answer for the next time Ewan got his hands on him.
He really just wanted to go to his room, lock the door and kick things until he figured out what the fuck was going on.
So of course that meant the universe (who obviously was having a ‘fuck with Ewan McGregor day’) had to send Yoda to fuck up all his plans, the Jedi Master appearing suddenly in front of him blocking his way.
“Sent Young Skywalker to spar with Aayla Secura, scaring the younglings he was.”
“He’s kind of over protective.”
“Mentioned this before you have once or twice,” Yoda looked up at him and Ewan wondered if he should possibly kneel so Yoda didn’t get a crick in his neck.
“Your meeting with Senator Amidala went well did it?”
“It went okay I guess,” Ewan managed. He did not mention the fact that Padmé had kissed him and was thankful that he’d had at least the one class on proper shielding techniques.
He thought that might come in handy. At least people (read Jedi or Sith Lords) would have to dig through innocuous thoughts on where dirty laundry went in order to get to it.
“She really didn’t have much to say,” except for that thing where she implied that you were cheating on Anakin, that snarky inner voice whispered silkily. He was definitely not telling Yoda about that though, that was need to know information only, and really until he got to yell at Obi-Wan he wasn’t planning on telling anyone about that.
He liked all his limbs right where they were thank you very much.
“I’m not sure why I had to be there.”
“Asked for you she did, not in the habit of turning down Senators requests for conferences are we. Most certainly not Senators that have the ear of the Chancellor, good terms we wish to remain on with them.”
Ewan wondered if that was Yoda’s way of saying that he had pimped Obi-Wan out in order to stay on Padmé’s good side and have her whisper nice things about the Jedi into Chancellor Palpatine’s ear.
He hoped that wasn’t the case seeing as how Palpatine was the Sith Lord and wanted nothing more than to destroy the Jedi and all they stood for.
“Still think she could have talked to someone else.”
“Tried to send Young Skywalker in your steed we did, would not talk to him other than to ask about you.”
“That might be because she hates him.”
“You’re back,” Anakin’s voice was filled with relief and happiness at seeing him standing there. If Yoda hadn’t been peering at him curiously or there Ewan had no doubt that Anakin would have been patting him down searching for internal injuries or broken bones.
Ewan wondered if he had a test for fidelity and if it would work even though he wasn’t really Obi-Wan just shared similar appearances.
“How went your session with Aayla Secura?” Yoda held the top of his walking stick and stared at him intently.
“It went okay, she handed me off to Master Windu because she thought my masculinity would be threatened if she kicked my butt too severely, so she let Master Windu do it instead.”
“You don’t sound to upset about it?”
“Well I was distracted,” Anakin stared at him with heat and Ewan flushed, fighting obviously made Anakin horny.
He would have to remember that for future reference.
“And he didn’t beat me that badly, if I’d been all there instead of wondering when you’d get back I might have actually beat him for a change.”
“You shouldn’t have been distracted worrying about me, I can take care of myself,” Ewan stated firmly. Because he was pretty sure that was what Obi-Wan would have said. Anakin raised an eyebrow at him and both he and Yoda looked doubtful to that prospect.
“I can,” he muttered defensively.
“I’ll meditate an extra hour tonight in penance, how about that.”
“Should make you cook instead.”
“Only if you really want to go back to the Healers Ward.”
His resolve to not saying anything to Anakin about the Padmé kissing him thing lasted until they walked into their apartment and Anakin looked at him with raised eyebrows.
He broke.
Obviously he wouldn’t do well under torture.
“Padmé kissed me,” he blurted out.
Obviously that hadn’t been what Anakin had been expecting to hear, his eyes narrowed, his hands clenched and he looked absolutely infuriated.
Ewan took a few steps back just in case that anger was directed at him.
“I didn’t kiss her back,” he felt the need to add. “She insinuated that we’d been fooling around behind your back… we haven’t right? Because I wouldn’t… that would be wrong.”
Anakin took a deep breath, unclenched his hands. And then took another deep breath.
“Anakin?” Anakin’s silence was beginning to freak him out just a bit. Should he be running for his life?
“I’ll kill her,” Anakin muttered softly, Ewan was barely able to hear him. “You have never cheated on me. Padmé has tried this trick one time to many.”
Ewan frowned, because what was this, a version of Punk’d in an alternate universe? Whose bright idea was it to Punk the amnesiac Jedi who wouldn’t know it was a joke?
When he saw Ashton Kutcher he was kicking his ass just on general principle.
Anakin took a step forward. Ewan took a step back and it was like they were dancing, except it wasn’t romantic, Anakin was definitely leading and Ewan was kind of scared of what Anakin would do once he got his hands on him.
It was three steps back before Ewan hit the wall and could go no further. Anakin kept moving forward until he was well within his bubble of personal space.
There was anger still visible on his face although Ewan didn’t think it was directed towards him.
“You would never cheat on me and if someone tried to take you away from me I would destroy them so totally that there would be no proof that they even existed.”
Ewan’s eyes widened. “That’s not very… uh… Jedi of you.”
Anakin smiled thinly. “Yoda told me once that I would make a poor Jedi. That I allowed emotions to rule me,” he pulled Ewan into him, hands tight against his hips and he thought that he might end up with bruises.
Better bruises than missing limbs he supposed.
“You’re mine,” Anakin whispered against his lips. “I dare anyone to try and take you from me.”
The little cabinet in the fresher had three different bottles with three different types of pills.
None of them were labeled (and really who had unlabeled bottles of drugs in their medicine cabinet anymore?) and he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to play Russian roulette with his life just to get Obi-Wan to answer some questions.
Or possibly go home.
Ewan stared at all of them and wondered if he could convince Anakin to just knock him upside the head without telling him why.
Finally he just dropped two of each into his hand and stared at them. The white ones looked sort of like Tylenol so he dropped them back into the bottle they’d come from.
Green or blue.
Blue or green.
He hmmed to himself and heard Anakin moving around in the bedroom that it appeared they were now sharing. He wouldn’t be alone for much longer, the threat to their relationship had caused Anakin to not be able to go more than ten minutes without making sure he knew where Obi-Wan was.
The fact that he was in a bathroom that had only one entrance did not seem to factor into the equation for him.
The green was a pretty shade but the blue ones just looked more peaceful and he popped them into his mouth before he could change his mind.
The first clue that there was something wrong?
The fact that no one spoke some quirky comment about him being back again.
The bright room was less bright and more neutral tones when he finally opened his eyes.
He blinked quickly, sat up and did not find Obi-Wan sitting cross-legged beside him.
Did not see him at all.
Oh this couldn’t be good.
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Date: 2005-07-23 10:14 am (UTC)So do you guys really think that Obi-Wan could have an affair? And keep it a secret?
No way! Obi-wan is too... well. No. Personally I believe Padmé is an ev0hl manipulating thing, who's trying to take advantage of Obi's amnesia. -_O