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laniew1Still no title, hopefully one will come to me before it’s finished… more of my Alternate Universe Obi-Wan Healer Fic
Obi-Wan returned to his house feet dragging feeling as though he’d been trampled into the ground by wild stallions.
Part 1 & Part 2
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 3
Obi-Wan returned to his house feet dragging feeling as though he’d been trampled into the ground by wild stallions.
Both baby and mother were going to be fine.
And no one had noticed the tiny little bit of his gift that he’d used to stop Cecilie’s bleeding. Everyone had hovered over the babe, counting fingers and toes… none of them had even been watching him as he’d tended to Cecilie.
And she’d have died if he hadn’t so even if someone had noticed it would have been worth it.
Because the babe’s mother would still be alive and Colin wouldn’t have lost his oldest daughter in the same manner that he’d lost his wife, so what if it would have caused him to be ostracized by the only people that he really considered friends.
He leaned against the wall in the kitchen; a glance through the door to the living room showed his guests both sleeping on their pallets.
He was glad they were asleep; he really didn’t have the energy to deal with them.
They had confused him, he didn’t like being confused.
When Anakin had first called Qui-Gon Master, he’d leapt to conclusions yes.
He thought it might have almost been better for him if they’d been what he’d first thought them to be with that word. Although Anakin Skywalker didn’t seem like the type who would live well under the thumb of slavery.
But when Anakin had explained that they were Jedi… he’d felt something freeze in his chest. Long forgotten memories of being taken against his will to a bright, busy planet and standing in front of creatures that he hadn’t recognized.
The Jedi Council.
He’d been almost nine and the one that had brought him there, the woman that had taken him from his parents saying he needed to be trained and ignored his mothers screams and his fathers attempts to stop her, had referred to the others as Master.
It had scared him and he was happy when they deemed him to old to begin training and sent him back to his family.
He’d hidden his gifts after that, tried not to use them at all unless the ones they were being used on were unconscious or he was sure they wouldn’t remember.
So yes, as much as it would have unsettled him he almost would have preferred them to have been Master and Slave. At least he wouldn’t be afraid they were going to attempt to snatch him from his home.
Although if he’d been too old at nine for learning, he would be practically an ancient at over twenty years later.
He dropped his bag on the table, shuffled out of his cloak and made the slow trek to his room.
Closed the door and sank down on the floor.
He wondered why the Jedi were here, where they had come from… how soon he could convince them to leave.
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The door was closed but Anakin, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, Qui-Gon across from him in an identical pose, could sense the presence of the Force within it.
Qui-Gon had been right about that, Obi-Wan was quite strong in the Force.
Obi-Wan had not emerged at daybreak, when the sun had risen a quarter of the way into the sky they’d foraged in the kitchen for food, making a quick mini-lunch from the stew and leftover biscuits from the night before.
It had been Qui-Gon’s decision to sit in the living room and meditate, Anakin had wanted to investigate the area around them and find out how far they were from any sort of civilization that could supply them the needed parts for their damaged ship.
The fact that Obi-Wan had a speeder in his possession, even with as beat up as it was, had him holding out hope for a junk dealer or mechanic of some sort.
They had Republic credits, whether they would be accepted on the Outer Rim planet neither of them knew.
Possibly when Obi-Wan wakened from his coma-like sleep they could ask him.
“Anakin,” Qui-Gon murmured sternly and Anakin drew a breath and closed his eyes once more.
Breathed in and out, in and out. A comfortable rhythm that never failed to soothe him.
He thought it possible that he’d fallen asleep; the only vision that he’d ever been graced by the Force with was the one about his mother and that had been delivered in the form of a nightmare.
But the Force will always find a way to deliver the message that it wants received.
Obi-Wan, blaster drawn darting between him and a big ugly, man.
Obi-Wan falling, hand touching his stomach looking at the blood on his hand with something akin to surprise.
“Get him on the ship,” Qui-Gon yelling, realizing that their lightsabers were good weapons for hand to hand combat, but that these men were cowards and as such never got close enough to them that they became a viable weapon.
Obi-Wan, sitting in a chair in the small apartment that Anakin called home, staring at his hands.
“Am I freak?” he asked softly.
Anakin kneeled before him, cupped his face and forced him to look him in the eye. “No, you’re one of us.”
“I was in the Jedi Temple once,” Obi-Wan said softly. “I was snatched from my family and presented as if I was a prize. I was happy when they told me that I was too old to be trained.”
“A mistake to not allow the boy training, know this now,” Yoda stared at Qui-Gon. “Second chance, to make things right, does not often arrive.”
“Do you really think he can be trained?”
“Have all the resources you need at your disposal.”
Anakin clenching Obi-Wan’s arms, restraining him.
“You cannot force me to stay here,” Obi-Wan, angry, defiant.
Obi-Wan drawing him near, hands on his hips. Lips touching in a sweetly chaste kiss.
Anakin’s eyes snapped open as he heard a door creak.
His lips tingled from the vision kiss. His eyes met Obi-Wan’s and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan needed to return with them to Coruscant as soon as they were able to leave.
And no idea how to actually accomplish that.
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Obi-Wan felt oddly refreshed when he woke, which was odd for two reasons.
One because the day after a healing he normally felt sluggish and a half second behind the rest of the world in general.
And two… because he had strangers in his home.
Strangers that hadn’t made any sound at all… and normally he was a very light sleeper, exhaustion or no.
He gave himself a moment to hope that they had packed up and were gone.
Then he felt the strange buzz of presence in his home wash over him and knew that he couldn’t be that lucky.
He tossed back the covers, stretched and started his day.
Splashed cold water on his face, cleaned his teeth because his mouth felt like something had died in it and then ran a comb through his hair because it just looked plain scary.
Opened the door and found the younger of his two guests staring at him.
“Good morning?” he offered brightly.
“Good afternoon?” Anakin smiled at him, a curious expression on his face. Sort of like an ‘I know something you don’t know’ expression. Which he hoped was truly not the case because… strangers.
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Qui-Gon said nothing about the fact that Anakin could not seem to stop himself from staring at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan himself appeared to be torn between being flustered by the attention and angry with the attention.
Anakin liked the way he blushed. It indicated that there was some innocence left which on an Outer Rim planet was unusual.
Qui-Gon said nothing until Obi-Wan made vague excuses about going to check on the babe that he’d delivered and fled, then he just turned to Anakin and raised an eyebrow.
“I had a vision.”
If anything Qui-Gon’s eyebrow rose higher and was dangerously close to disappearing into his hairline. Anakin was slightly amused but would never show it. He might no longer be Qui-Gon’s Padawan learner but he still thought of the man as his Master, still respected his opinion.
“You are not prone to visions,” Qui-Gon said it like he was reminding Anakin that he didn’t have visions. Anakin was well aware of this fact.
“I know.”
“And what information was contained in these visions?”
“We need to take Obi-Wan back to Coruscant with us,” Anakin abbreviated the vision with just that one phrase. The kissing he omitted because that was personal and Qui-Gon really had no say in his personal life any longer.
“Over my dead body,” Obi-Wan’s voice was angry where he stood in the doorway. Hands on his hips he looked infuriated.
“Obi-Wan…” Anakin started, then stopped because he had no idea really how to explain that he knew without a doubt that Obi-Wan needed to come with them.
How did you explain to someone that you’d had a vision while meditating that indicated that they needed to change their entire life?
“I had a vision,” he began again, he could see Qui-Gon roll his eyes and knew without his Master even having to say a word that this was the wrong way to go about handling this situation.
“I don’t care if the Holy Mother herself came down here and told you that I needed to, I’m not going anywhere,” Obi-Wan stated, barely leashed anger in his voice. Anakin wondered what it would take to make the other man lose total control.
“Who is the Holy Mother?” Qui-Gon asked curiously, he’d always been interested in other cultures religions, Anakin thought that this really wasn’t the best time.
Obi-Wan ignored him, obviously he saw Anakin as the bigger threat at that particular moment.
“I’ll help you fix your ship; we’ll go tonight to bring your ship here so we know that it is safe, tomorrow I’ll take you into town to find whatever parts you need.”
He took a breath, looked at one, then the other.
“I will not under any circumstances leave with you. I will discuss it no further.”
He grabbed his bag, the one that Anakin had seen him take with him the night before and stalked out the door.
Anakin stared at the door.
Qui-Gon snorted. “Have I taught you nothing? You’re supposed to be a diplomat Anakin, how was that diplomatic?”
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Obi-Wan returned to his house feet dragging feeling as though he’d been trampled into the ground by wild stallions.
Part 1 & Part 2
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 3
Obi-Wan returned to his house feet dragging feeling as though he’d been trampled into the ground by wild stallions.
Both baby and mother were going to be fine.
And no one had noticed the tiny little bit of his gift that he’d used to stop Cecilie’s bleeding. Everyone had hovered over the babe, counting fingers and toes… none of them had even been watching him as he’d tended to Cecilie.
And she’d have died if he hadn’t so even if someone had noticed it would have been worth it.
Because the babe’s mother would still be alive and Colin wouldn’t have lost his oldest daughter in the same manner that he’d lost his wife, so what if it would have caused him to be ostracized by the only people that he really considered friends.
He leaned against the wall in the kitchen; a glance through the door to the living room showed his guests both sleeping on their pallets.
He was glad they were asleep; he really didn’t have the energy to deal with them.
They had confused him, he didn’t like being confused.
When Anakin had first called Qui-Gon Master, he’d leapt to conclusions yes.
He thought it might have almost been better for him if they’d been what he’d first thought them to be with that word. Although Anakin Skywalker didn’t seem like the type who would live well under the thumb of slavery.
But when Anakin had explained that they were Jedi… he’d felt something freeze in his chest. Long forgotten memories of being taken against his will to a bright, busy planet and standing in front of creatures that he hadn’t recognized.
The Jedi Council.
He’d been almost nine and the one that had brought him there, the woman that had taken him from his parents saying he needed to be trained and ignored his mothers screams and his fathers attempts to stop her, had referred to the others as Master.
It had scared him and he was happy when they deemed him to old to begin training and sent him back to his family.
He’d hidden his gifts after that, tried not to use them at all unless the ones they were being used on were unconscious or he was sure they wouldn’t remember.
So yes, as much as it would have unsettled him he almost would have preferred them to have been Master and Slave. At least he wouldn’t be afraid they were going to attempt to snatch him from his home.
Although if he’d been too old at nine for learning, he would be practically an ancient at over twenty years later.
He dropped his bag on the table, shuffled out of his cloak and made the slow trek to his room.
Closed the door and sank down on the floor.
He wondered why the Jedi were here, where they had come from… how soon he could convince them to leave.
The door was closed but Anakin, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, Qui-Gon across from him in an identical pose, could sense the presence of the Force within it.
Qui-Gon had been right about that, Obi-Wan was quite strong in the Force.
Obi-Wan had not emerged at daybreak, when the sun had risen a quarter of the way into the sky they’d foraged in the kitchen for food, making a quick mini-lunch from the stew and leftover biscuits from the night before.
It had been Qui-Gon’s decision to sit in the living room and meditate, Anakin had wanted to investigate the area around them and find out how far they were from any sort of civilization that could supply them the needed parts for their damaged ship.
The fact that Obi-Wan had a speeder in his possession, even with as beat up as it was, had him holding out hope for a junk dealer or mechanic of some sort.
They had Republic credits, whether they would be accepted on the Outer Rim planet neither of them knew.
Possibly when Obi-Wan wakened from his coma-like sleep they could ask him.
“Anakin,” Qui-Gon murmured sternly and Anakin drew a breath and closed his eyes once more.
Breathed in and out, in and out. A comfortable rhythm that never failed to soothe him.
He thought it possible that he’d fallen asleep; the only vision that he’d ever been graced by the Force with was the one about his mother and that had been delivered in the form of a nightmare.
But the Force will always find a way to deliver the message that it wants received.
Obi-Wan, blaster drawn darting between him and a big ugly, man.
Obi-Wan falling, hand touching his stomach looking at the blood on his hand with something akin to surprise.
“Get him on the ship,” Qui-Gon yelling, realizing that their lightsabers were good weapons for hand to hand combat, but that these men were cowards and as such never got close enough to them that they became a viable weapon.
Obi-Wan, sitting in a chair in the small apartment that Anakin called home, staring at his hands.
“Am I freak?” he asked softly.
Anakin kneeled before him, cupped his face and forced him to look him in the eye. “No, you’re one of us.”
“I was in the Jedi Temple once,” Obi-Wan said softly. “I was snatched from my family and presented as if I was a prize. I was happy when they told me that I was too old to be trained.”
“A mistake to not allow the boy training, know this now,” Yoda stared at Qui-Gon. “Second chance, to make things right, does not often arrive.”
“Do you really think he can be trained?”
“Have all the resources you need at your disposal.”
Anakin clenching Obi-Wan’s arms, restraining him.
“You cannot force me to stay here,” Obi-Wan, angry, defiant.
Obi-Wan drawing him near, hands on his hips. Lips touching in a sweetly chaste kiss.
Anakin’s eyes snapped open as he heard a door creak.
His lips tingled from the vision kiss. His eyes met Obi-Wan’s and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan needed to return with them to Coruscant as soon as they were able to leave.
And no idea how to actually accomplish that.
Obi-Wan felt oddly refreshed when he woke, which was odd for two reasons.
One because the day after a healing he normally felt sluggish and a half second behind the rest of the world in general.
And two… because he had strangers in his home.
Strangers that hadn’t made any sound at all… and normally he was a very light sleeper, exhaustion or no.
He gave himself a moment to hope that they had packed up and were gone.
Then he felt the strange buzz of presence in his home wash over him and knew that he couldn’t be that lucky.
He tossed back the covers, stretched and started his day.
Splashed cold water on his face, cleaned his teeth because his mouth felt like something had died in it and then ran a comb through his hair because it just looked plain scary.
Opened the door and found the younger of his two guests staring at him.
“Good morning?” he offered brightly.
“Good afternoon?” Anakin smiled at him, a curious expression on his face. Sort of like an ‘I know something you don’t know’ expression. Which he hoped was truly not the case because… strangers.
Qui-Gon said nothing about the fact that Anakin could not seem to stop himself from staring at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan himself appeared to be torn between being flustered by the attention and angry with the attention.
Anakin liked the way he blushed. It indicated that there was some innocence left which on an Outer Rim planet was unusual.
Qui-Gon said nothing until Obi-Wan made vague excuses about going to check on the babe that he’d delivered and fled, then he just turned to Anakin and raised an eyebrow.
“I had a vision.”
If anything Qui-Gon’s eyebrow rose higher and was dangerously close to disappearing into his hairline. Anakin was slightly amused but would never show it. He might no longer be Qui-Gon’s Padawan learner but he still thought of the man as his Master, still respected his opinion.
“You are not prone to visions,” Qui-Gon said it like he was reminding Anakin that he didn’t have visions. Anakin was well aware of this fact.
“I know.”
“And what information was contained in these visions?”
“We need to take Obi-Wan back to Coruscant with us,” Anakin abbreviated the vision with just that one phrase. The kissing he omitted because that was personal and Qui-Gon really had no say in his personal life any longer.
“Over my dead body,” Obi-Wan’s voice was angry where he stood in the doorway. Hands on his hips he looked infuriated.
“Obi-Wan…” Anakin started, then stopped because he had no idea really how to explain that he knew without a doubt that Obi-Wan needed to come with them.
How did you explain to someone that you’d had a vision while meditating that indicated that they needed to change their entire life?
“I had a vision,” he began again, he could see Qui-Gon roll his eyes and knew without his Master even having to say a word that this was the wrong way to go about handling this situation.
“I don’t care if the Holy Mother herself came down here and told you that I needed to, I’m not going anywhere,” Obi-Wan stated, barely leashed anger in his voice. Anakin wondered what it would take to make the other man lose total control.
“Who is the Holy Mother?” Qui-Gon asked curiously, he’d always been interested in other cultures religions, Anakin thought that this really wasn’t the best time.
Obi-Wan ignored him, obviously he saw Anakin as the bigger threat at that particular moment.
“I’ll help you fix your ship; we’ll go tonight to bring your ship here so we know that it is safe, tomorrow I’ll take you into town to find whatever parts you need.”
He took a breath, looked at one, then the other.
“I will not under any circumstances leave with you. I will discuss it no further.”
He grabbed his bag, the one that Anakin had seen him take with him the night before and stalked out the door.
Anakin stared at the door.
Qui-Gon snorted. “Have I taught you nothing? You’re supposed to be a diplomat Anakin, how was that diplomatic?”
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Date: 2005-07-27 02:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-27 03:12 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more. :D
Helpless Obi-Wan!! *dies*
Date: 2005-07-27 10:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-28 02:45 am (UTC)but I'm glad you did ^^
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Date: 2005-07-29 10:29 am (UTC)You come up with the best AUs. I like... totally love you.
Anyways, this story is great. I can't wait to see more.