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laniew1And now we’re going to step things up a notch.
Anakin had tried to dissuade him from meeting with her the second time. Had all but ordered him not to go, had threatened to lock him in their rooms which was just mean since Ewan might have got the doors at Padmé’s to open for him but he’d had no luck with the ones in their apartment.
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.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13
Between Space & Time – Part 14
Anakin had tried to dissuade him from meeting with her the second time. Had all but ordered him not to go, had threatened to lock him in their rooms which was just mean since Ewan might have got the doors at Padmé’s to open for him but he’d had no luck with the ones in their apartment.
Possibly Anakin had keyed them so they wouldn’t work for him but he didn’t like to think like that, in case of an emergency that would be bad.
Ewan didn’t like being told what he could or couldn’t do. He was an adult and he could make his own decisions (even if sometimes they were really wrong decisions) and he had decided that he was going to confront Padmé.
Anakin had then dragged Yoda into it, quite literally and Yoda had told him not to go as well but had said ‘the choice ultimately is yours and yours alone’, and even though Ewan knew in his gut (since he hadn’t got to see Obi-Wan to confirm it that was what he went with and his gut was very rarely wrong except when it came to Jude and that didn’t count since Jude wasn’t there) that Anakin was right, that there had been no affair he still wanted proof.
So he went.
He wanted to get Padmé to admit that she was a lying scheming bitch who had never touched a hair on Obi-Wan Kenobi’s head let alone anywhere else on his body.
He wanted Padmé to look him in the eye and try and pull another fast one on him.
So that he could point a finger at her and call her a liar to her face, take her to task for doing this to someone who had no memory so had no way to refute it.
And it wasn’t as if he really thought that Padmé would tell him the truth. This Padmé was so different from the version that Natalie had played that they might as well have been two different characters.
All in all he would have preferred to deal with Natalie’s Padmé; at least she would only have been mooning over Anakin and hiding a pregnancy not very well.
Unfortunately he was dealing with this Padmé, she ushered him in, smiling the whole time. Hand touching his back and he tried not to stiffen in reflex.
Not able to completely shake the foreboding that he felt. This Force stuff was a pain in the ass, how did anyone get anything done if they were always having bad feelings?
She was just a girl, half his size and if came to it he was pretty damn sure he could take her.
“I wasn’t sure that you would come back,” she waited for the droid to serve the beverages and then waved it away. She handed a cup over to him and he held it between his hands.
He hadn’t wanted to come back, but with Obi-Wan having not appeared in the bright room (and he really hoped that Obi-Wan had managed to get himself into Ewan’s body and not sucked into the bright light, then he hoped that Obi-Wan wasn’t fucking his life up as completely as Ewan was fucking Obi-Wan’s up) this was the only other way to find out exactly what had happened here.
“Anakin didn’t want me to,” he said finally.
“Anakin,” Padmé’s face turned ugly and he looked away. “He’s a child; I don’t understand how you could have chosen him.”
He stared at her and reached out with all the fledgling Force that he could muster, he had no idea how to use it. For all intents and purposes he was starting at the very beginning like the younglings that stared at him in the hallways.
Padmé’s hatred of Anakin rolled off her, so severe that Ewan had to look away to break the contact and draw a shaky breath to try and steady himself.
He took a sip of the tea, closed his eyes and wished this meeting was over. Wished that he was back at the apartment that was beginning to feel like home with Anakin hovering over him being overprotective and possessive and sweet at turns.
He stood, walked to the window and wondered what Padmé expected him to say when she maligned so bitterly the person that he loved and depended on the most in this fucked up universe.
He touched a hand to the window and his breath hitched as he felt numbness spread quickly through his body.
He turned and stared at Padmé in horror as she rose to her feet.
He stumbled back a step, back hitting the glass hard and the glass dropped from fingers he could no longer feel. His tongue felt thick and unruly.
“What have you done?” he gasped. His stomach hurt and he couldn’t concentrate. Anakin, oh god Anakin.
He slipped down the glass, landing in an undignified heap on the floor, watching her approach him ever so slowly.
“Shh,” she murmured softly, running a hand over his head, gripping his hair and roughly pulling his head back. His neck exposed and the droid that she had dismissed earlier was by her side once again.
How had he missed that?
She plucked something from between the droids fingers and ever so slowly snapped it around his neck, letting his head fall forward.
He felt empty, lonely. Like some part of him was missing.
“My dear, dear Obi-Wan,” she kissed his cheek and he gasped for breath. Fighting to find some part of the Force that he had just moments ago had access to.
“Why?”
“I’m doing what you’ve always told me to do, I’m taking what is mine and I’m going to protect it,” she pressed her lips against his and he mercifully slipped into darkness.
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Anakin had tried to dissuade him from meeting with her the second time. Had all but ordered him not to go, had threatened to lock him in their rooms which was just mean since Ewan might have got the doors at Padmé’s to open for him but he’d had no luck with the ones in their apartment.
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.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13
Between Space & Time – Part 14
Anakin had tried to dissuade him from meeting with her the second time. Had all but ordered him not to go, had threatened to lock him in their rooms which was just mean since Ewan might have got the doors at Padmé’s to open for him but he’d had no luck with the ones in their apartment.
Possibly Anakin had keyed them so they wouldn’t work for him but he didn’t like to think like that, in case of an emergency that would be bad.
Ewan didn’t like being told what he could or couldn’t do. He was an adult and he could make his own decisions (even if sometimes they were really wrong decisions) and he had decided that he was going to confront Padmé.
Anakin had then dragged Yoda into it, quite literally and Yoda had told him not to go as well but had said ‘the choice ultimately is yours and yours alone’, and even though Ewan knew in his gut (since he hadn’t got to see Obi-Wan to confirm it that was what he went with and his gut was very rarely wrong except when it came to Jude and that didn’t count since Jude wasn’t there) that Anakin was right, that there had been no affair he still wanted proof.
So he went.
He wanted to get Padmé to admit that she was a lying scheming bitch who had never touched a hair on Obi-Wan Kenobi’s head let alone anywhere else on his body.
He wanted Padmé to look him in the eye and try and pull another fast one on him.
So that he could point a finger at her and call her a liar to her face, take her to task for doing this to someone who had no memory so had no way to refute it.
And it wasn’t as if he really thought that Padmé would tell him the truth. This Padmé was so different from the version that Natalie had played that they might as well have been two different characters.
All in all he would have preferred to deal with Natalie’s Padmé; at least she would only have been mooning over Anakin and hiding a pregnancy not very well.
Unfortunately he was dealing with this Padmé, she ushered him in, smiling the whole time. Hand touching his back and he tried not to stiffen in reflex.
Not able to completely shake the foreboding that he felt. This Force stuff was a pain in the ass, how did anyone get anything done if they were always having bad feelings?
She was just a girl, half his size and if came to it he was pretty damn sure he could take her.
“I wasn’t sure that you would come back,” she waited for the droid to serve the beverages and then waved it away. She handed a cup over to him and he held it between his hands.
He hadn’t wanted to come back, but with Obi-Wan having not appeared in the bright room (and he really hoped that Obi-Wan had managed to get himself into Ewan’s body and not sucked into the bright light, then he hoped that Obi-Wan wasn’t fucking his life up as completely as Ewan was fucking Obi-Wan’s up) this was the only other way to find out exactly what had happened here.
“Anakin didn’t want me to,” he said finally.
“Anakin,” Padmé’s face turned ugly and he looked away. “He’s a child; I don’t understand how you could have chosen him.”
He stared at her and reached out with all the fledgling Force that he could muster, he had no idea how to use it. For all intents and purposes he was starting at the very beginning like the younglings that stared at him in the hallways.
Padmé’s hatred of Anakin rolled off her, so severe that Ewan had to look away to break the contact and draw a shaky breath to try and steady himself.
He took a sip of the tea, closed his eyes and wished this meeting was over. Wished that he was back at the apartment that was beginning to feel like home with Anakin hovering over him being overprotective and possessive and sweet at turns.
He stood, walked to the window and wondered what Padmé expected him to say when she maligned so bitterly the person that he loved and depended on the most in this fucked up universe.
He touched a hand to the window and his breath hitched as he felt numbness spread quickly through his body.
He turned and stared at Padmé in horror as she rose to her feet.
He stumbled back a step, back hitting the glass hard and the glass dropped from fingers he could no longer feel. His tongue felt thick and unruly.
“What have you done?” he gasped. His stomach hurt and he couldn’t concentrate. Anakin, oh god Anakin.
He slipped down the glass, landing in an undignified heap on the floor, watching her approach him ever so slowly.
“Shh,” she murmured softly, running a hand over his head, gripping his hair and roughly pulling his head back. His neck exposed and the droid that she had dismissed earlier was by her side once again.
How had he missed that?
She plucked something from between the droids fingers and ever so slowly snapped it around his neck, letting his head fall forward.
He felt empty, lonely. Like some part of him was missing.
“My dear, dear Obi-Wan,” she kissed his cheek and he gasped for breath. Fighting to find some part of the Force that he had just moments ago had access to.
“Why?”
“I’m doing what you’ve always told me to do, I’m taking what is mine and I’m going to protect it,” she pressed her lips against his and he mercifully slipped into darkness.
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Date: 2005-07-25 01:37 pm (UTC):D The plot thickens.
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Date: 2005-07-25 01:49 pm (UTC)~Oni
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Date: 2005-07-25 01:59 pm (UTC)I cannot wait to see how Ewan gets out of this one ...
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Date: 2005-07-25 02:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-25 02:42 pm (UTC)PS. That was great!!
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Date: 2005-07-25 03:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-25 03:19 pm (UTC)this seems to prove the theory that anyone in the SW verse would become 10 times hotter if they turned to the Dark Side. (does not apply to already "evol" characters)
eeeee. this story is so cool. omg!
eeee! evol-Paddy roughing-up/petting/(wo)man-handling Ewan is
so hot!so wrong!and so hot!(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-25 03:19 pm (UTC)Keep up the good work, cant wait to see another update!
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Date: 2005-07-25 03:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-25 04:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-25 04:57 pm (UTC)Boo! Cliffhanger. Wait. YAY! Good cliffhanger!!
Yay! More soon!
Like the rest, enjoying your Evil!Padme because, well, it's good.
Gee. That was cohearent. What I meant was: awesome. More please!
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Date: 2005-07-25 06:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-25 07:58 pm (UTC)Hopefully Ankin will use said lightsaber and do *SERIOUS* Vader-type carnage on Padme's ass while saving Obi-Won and still have belief in Obi-Won that Padme WAS a little bitch and nothing after this is Obi-Won's fault.
Notice I said I hoped Ankin does 'Vader-type' carnage. I don't want Ankin to go that far into the dark side.
*All in light of this story of course*
Greatly enjoying this story. Really a different type of story, very original, and I always look forward to a new chapter.
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Date: 2005-07-25 08:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-25 09:37 pm (UTC)Anakin please save Ewan! Pls!!
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:49 am (UTC)Your chapters are so shooooooooort. *cries* We want more, yes we do!
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-26 03:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-26 05:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-26 06:33 am (UTC)