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Anakin paced outside the Jedi Council chambers. Patience was really not his strong suit, especially when his Master was missing.
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.
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Between Space & Time – Part 16
Anakin paced outside the Jedi Council chambers. Patience was really not his strong suit, especially when his Master was missing.
Padmé’s apartments had been empty; Anakin had wanted to break every priceless belonging there in anger, because of Obi-Wan there had been no sign.
Anakin knew that Obi-Wan had been there though, knew that something horrible had happened from the cloak dropped by the window, by the cup laying broken next to it.
Yoda had taken samples to have tested and they had come back some drug that could not be determined.
He continued pacing.
Ten steps down, ten steps back, every so often he would glare at the door. They were wasting valuable time, every moment they spent here was more time for Padmé and Qui-Gon to make good their escape.
He knew he should be sitting calmly in one of the seats, knew that if Obi-Wan had been by his side he would have forced Anakin down in one of the chairs to wait for the Council to decide their fate.
Except Obi-Wan would have been inside the closed Council chambers if he’d been there, which he wasn’t because Padmé had stolen him away.
And now the Council discussed in their safe little chamber whether someone would be going after them and if so whether Anakin would be accompanying them.
There was no doubt in Anakin’s mind that he was going after Obi-Wan, either with the Council’s blessing or without it.
He’d ‘borrow’ a ship if he had to.
Because leaving Obi-Wan within Padmé and Qui-Gon’s hands any longer than was strictly needed was unacceptable.
With just one meeting Padmé had managed to cause Obi-Wan to question his own loyalty to Anakin, with the second she’d managed to kidnap him, separate him from the Force and reunite him with Qui-Gon Jinn.
And with as muddled and confused as Obi-Wan’s memories currently were there was a chance he would welcome Qui-Gon back with open arms, not remembering that the man had betrayed and abandoned him and that in a moment of weakness Obi-Wan himself had swore to destroy him.
“Jedi Knight Skywalker,” the door the Council Chamber opened and he was summoned in. The door closed behind him and he let his gaze travel between Master Yoda and Master Windu.
The room was empty with the exception of those two.
He tried to avoid looking directly at the seat where Obi-Wan would normally be ensconced but his eyes were drawn there involuntarily despite his best efforts.
His heart clenched at seeing it empty, he wanted to scream at the unfairness of it.
He tried to wait patiently for the decision. Obi-Wan would have been serene and calm, Anakin was not Obi-Wan no matter how hard he sometimes tried to emulate him.
“Well?” he finally burst and was almost immediately cowed by a stern look from Mace Windu, Obi-Wan would hear about his disrespect when he returned he had no doubt. Yoda just appeared amused.
“Go after Master Kenobi we will,” Yoda stated calmly.
Anakin closed his eyes and felt some of the tension in his body release.
Soon, he promised Obi-Wan even though he knew the other could not hear him. I’ll find you soon.
“When do we leave?”
“Not quite yet,” Yoda looked over at Master Windu who had his hands steepled in front of his face and was studying Anakin intently.
“We’re wasting time; every second we delay you are allowing them to get farther and farther away.”
“Calm yourself Skywalker,” Mace Windu reprimanded him sharply. Anakin drew a breath and released it, trying to project an outward image of calmness when he most certainly wasn’t anywhere near attaining that emotion.
“The other decision to be made is whether accompany Master Windu you will. Not helping your cause with your outbursts,” Yoda frowned at him.
“The boy is a liability we cannot afford,” Master Windu said decisively. Anakin bit his tongue to keep from snapping that he was far from a boy.
“You won’t rescue him without me,” Anakin said confidently, Master Windu raised an eyebrow in response.
“Explain your reasoning you will,” Yoda motioned.
“You know how confused my Master has been, memories of events that have not transpired he vividly recalls. Things that did transpire he does not. With the exception of myself and Master Yoda, he does not trust anyone; he’s even been suspicious of Chancellor Palpatine who has done nothing but try and assist him since he was originally poisoned. Since you are not sending Master Yoda on this mission…”
“Go to confront Count Dooku I do,” Yoda nodded. “Master Windu will lead the mission to recover Master Kenobi from Qui-Gon Jinn and Senator Amidala.”
“Then you’ll need me there. With what he’s been through over the last week, he will not trust easily someone who appears to rescue him, even if he is a Jedi,” Anakin locked eyes with Master Windu and hoped he would understand what was being said.
Obi-Wan did not trust anyone, there were times when he did not even trust Anakin, there were moments when he was terrified of him and backed away.
And now Obi-Wan had been taken, separated from the Force and forced into a reunion with someone who had betrayed him so completely that there had been moments early in his training where Anakin had worried that Obi-Wan would give up and abandon him like Qui-Gon had abandoned Obi-Wan.
Mace Windu inclined his head in a motion of agreement although the expression on his face was sour; he was obviously anything but pleased to have to take him along.
“Good, Knight Skywalker to accompany Master Windu then. Let us hope that we are all successful in our endeavors,” Yoda nodded once, the decision made.
“Chancellor Palpatine, foresight to place trackers on all Naboo ships. Hurry you must before change ships they do.”
Yoda handed a small black box to Mace Windu, Anakin watched, fingers itching to snatch it from his hands and find some way to boost the signal.
“May the Force be with you both,” Yoda intoned quietly.
“You as well Master Yoda,” Mace Windu glanced at Anakin then back at Yoda and sighed.
Still not pleased to have Obi-Wan’s wayward former Padawan along most likely.
Anakin didn’t care, if in the end it led him to Obi-Wan… well he would play nice with just about anyone.
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Ewan jerked away from the hand on his face and practically flew across the room.
Qui-Gon looked amused, but Ewan had seen enough bad horror movies to know that the dead coming back to life was anything but good.
He liked his brain exactly where it was, in his head.
“I’m not going to hurt you Obi-Wan, why would I have gone to all this trouble just to harm you,” Qui-Gon’s voice was gentle, coaxing and he crooked his finger at Ewan, patting the bed beside him.
Ewan stayed exactly where he was.
“Of course you’re not going to hurt me, you’re dead after all.”
Qui-Gon frowned. “What nonsense has Yoda been spouting off at you now?”
Ewan narrowed his eyes. Because wow, Liam had never had that level of animosity in his voice when in character discussing Yoda.
Things were just too weird in this whacked out universe and he was getting tired of having to second guess himself.
Who to trust, who not to trust.
At this point he was strictly at trusting only Anakin, at least Anakin was only obsessively possessive, he hadn’t poisoned him and drugged him and kidnapped him. What the fuck was up with that anyway.
“You are dead, you died in my fucking arms,” Ewan said tiredly. He leaned heavily against the wall and tried not to appear like it was the only thing keeping him from falling flat on his ass.
“I did no such thing,” Qui-Gon scowled, stood and moved swiftly toward him. And the only reason Ewan didn’t dart across the room to get away from him was because he was pretty sure if he took two steps he was going to end up flat on his face instead of his ass.
Qui-Gon’s hands were gentle as he propelled him across the room back to the bed; Ewan sank down onto it and rolled away from him.
He was tired of feeling overwhelmed by people who were totally out of character, he was tired of not knowing what his actual relationships with these people were, by reappearances of characters that were dead and he really wished George would just yell cut and they could start all over again.
Plus his vision was blurring with little dots and he felt kind of nauseous.
He wanted people to stop drugging him, and he wanted someone to remove the sign that was obviously on his back that said that it was okay to do so.
He raised a hand to pull ineffectually at the collar around his neck. It hurt, more than just the pain of having it on, but the pain of knowing that it was preventing him from accessing the Force which he’d become quite accustomed to over the last week.
“Take this off,” he muttered petulantly. He sounded like one of his girls in a right snit. He didn’t care.
Qui-Gon ran his hand over the collar, his finger dragging along the skin of his neck.
“I’ll remove it,” Ewan relaxed slightly, eyes closing. “When I’m sure you will not try and escape.”
Ewan scowled. Prick, he thought before he let the darkness take him.
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“What have you managed to get me into this time?” Obi-Wan’s voice was such a wonderful sound to hear that it was all he could do not to hug him.
“Where the fuck were you?” Ewan growled, he rolled onto his side and managed to sit upright with much effort.
Obi-Wan was a goddamned liar, pain didn’t translate over his aching limbs.
“I managed to gain access to your body,” Obi-Wan said with bewilderment. “Why?”
“Well next time fucking warn me alright?! Padmé fucking told me that you guys were fucking around on Anakin and then when I went back to confront her she drugged me and kidnapped me and put some godforsaken collar around my neck that keeps from touching the Force, which honestly I didn’t think I’d mind but I’d gotten fucking used to it! Then I wake up and Qui-Gon Jinn who ironically is supposed to be fucking dead is there like this is normal and, and…”
Obi-Wan’s face had been draining of all color as Ewan ranted. But he turned a truly brilliant shade of irate red when Qui-Gon’s name was mentioned.
And now Ewan was confused, because Qui-Gon was supposed to be Obi-Wan’s Master, the guy that had taught him all about being a Jedi, the guy whose death prompted Obi-Wan to take Anakin as his Padawan to fulfill a promise made as Qui-Gon lay dying in his arms.
“Qui-Gon is where you are now?” Obi-Wan’s voice was low and dangerous and Ewan wondered what the hell was going on.
“Yeah.”
“Anakin?”
“Back on Coruscant probably, he wasn’t with me when I met with Padmé and she drugged and kidnapped me.”
“Listen to me very carefully,” Obi-Wan enunciated very clearly. “I need you to remember this when you wake up, do you understand?”
Ewan threw him his very best ‘I’m not a moron’ look that caused Obi-Wan to snort which just proved that however long Obi-Wan had been awake in his body it had been to long because that snort was one that Jude was prone to.
“Do not trust Qui-Gon Jinn. Do you understand me?”
“Don’t trust Qui-Gon Jinn,” Ewan repeated, nodding his head. “Why? Isn’t he, wasn’t he your Master?”
“Qui-Gon Jinn was everything to me, then he abandoned me, the only reason I even became a Knight and was able to take Anakin on as my Padawan was because Master Yoda approved me for my trials."
“Oh,” Ewan frowned, his eyes widened as understanding dawned. Well this was truly a fucked up universe wasn’t it.
“Do you have my, your lightsaber?” Obi-Wan asked.
Ewan shook his head. “It was gone when I came to, but hey at least I’m not chained to the bed anymore.”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like Ewan was trying his patience or something.
“So you and Qui-Gon?” Ewan asked when his eyes finally opened again.
“It doesn’t matter,” his counterpart shook his head. “None of that matters anymore.”
“Right.”
“I’m going to assume you’re on a ship,” Obi-Wan said softly. He didn’t seem to require a response from Ewan but he nodded anyway. “You need to get off it as soon as possible.”
Ewan stared at him in disbelief. “I don’t know if you’re aware of it but my world and your world, are two very different worlds. I wasn’t weaned from my mums tits knowing how to fly a space ship.”
“It’s very easy; most of the controls are marked.”
“Can’t we just wait for Anakin to come rescue us?”
Obi-Wan looked scandalized. “Most certainly not. If he has to rescue us we’ll never live it down. Best we do it ourselves.”
Ewan looked doubtful. “I hope you realize that if your body dies while attempting this impossible act that I’m going to want mine back.”
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Anakin paced outside the Jedi Council chambers. Patience was really not his strong suit, especially when his Master was missing.
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 / Part 14 / Part 15
Between Space & Time – Part 16
Anakin paced outside the Jedi Council chambers. Patience was really not his strong suit, especially when his Master was missing.
Padmé’s apartments had been empty; Anakin had wanted to break every priceless belonging there in anger, because of Obi-Wan there had been no sign.
Anakin knew that Obi-Wan had been there though, knew that something horrible had happened from the cloak dropped by the window, by the cup laying broken next to it.
Yoda had taken samples to have tested and they had come back some drug that could not be determined.
He continued pacing.
Ten steps down, ten steps back, every so often he would glare at the door. They were wasting valuable time, every moment they spent here was more time for Padmé and Qui-Gon to make good their escape.
He knew he should be sitting calmly in one of the seats, knew that if Obi-Wan had been by his side he would have forced Anakin down in one of the chairs to wait for the Council to decide their fate.
Except Obi-Wan would have been inside the closed Council chambers if he’d been there, which he wasn’t because Padmé had stolen him away.
And now the Council discussed in their safe little chamber whether someone would be going after them and if so whether Anakin would be accompanying them.
There was no doubt in Anakin’s mind that he was going after Obi-Wan, either with the Council’s blessing or without it.
He’d ‘borrow’ a ship if he had to.
Because leaving Obi-Wan within Padmé and Qui-Gon’s hands any longer than was strictly needed was unacceptable.
With just one meeting Padmé had managed to cause Obi-Wan to question his own loyalty to Anakin, with the second she’d managed to kidnap him, separate him from the Force and reunite him with Qui-Gon Jinn.
And with as muddled and confused as Obi-Wan’s memories currently were there was a chance he would welcome Qui-Gon back with open arms, not remembering that the man had betrayed and abandoned him and that in a moment of weakness Obi-Wan himself had swore to destroy him.
“Jedi Knight Skywalker,” the door the Council Chamber opened and he was summoned in. The door closed behind him and he let his gaze travel between Master Yoda and Master Windu.
The room was empty with the exception of those two.
He tried to avoid looking directly at the seat where Obi-Wan would normally be ensconced but his eyes were drawn there involuntarily despite his best efforts.
His heart clenched at seeing it empty, he wanted to scream at the unfairness of it.
He tried to wait patiently for the decision. Obi-Wan would have been serene and calm, Anakin was not Obi-Wan no matter how hard he sometimes tried to emulate him.
“Well?” he finally burst and was almost immediately cowed by a stern look from Mace Windu, Obi-Wan would hear about his disrespect when he returned he had no doubt. Yoda just appeared amused.
“Go after Master Kenobi we will,” Yoda stated calmly.
Anakin closed his eyes and felt some of the tension in his body release.
Soon, he promised Obi-Wan even though he knew the other could not hear him. I’ll find you soon.
“When do we leave?”
“Not quite yet,” Yoda looked over at Master Windu who had his hands steepled in front of his face and was studying Anakin intently.
“We’re wasting time; every second we delay you are allowing them to get farther and farther away.”
“Calm yourself Skywalker,” Mace Windu reprimanded him sharply. Anakin drew a breath and released it, trying to project an outward image of calmness when he most certainly wasn’t anywhere near attaining that emotion.
“The other decision to be made is whether accompany Master Windu you will. Not helping your cause with your outbursts,” Yoda frowned at him.
“The boy is a liability we cannot afford,” Master Windu said decisively. Anakin bit his tongue to keep from snapping that he was far from a boy.
“You won’t rescue him without me,” Anakin said confidently, Master Windu raised an eyebrow in response.
“Explain your reasoning you will,” Yoda motioned.
“You know how confused my Master has been, memories of events that have not transpired he vividly recalls. Things that did transpire he does not. With the exception of myself and Master Yoda, he does not trust anyone; he’s even been suspicious of Chancellor Palpatine who has done nothing but try and assist him since he was originally poisoned. Since you are not sending Master Yoda on this mission…”
“Go to confront Count Dooku I do,” Yoda nodded. “Master Windu will lead the mission to recover Master Kenobi from Qui-Gon Jinn and Senator Amidala.”
“Then you’ll need me there. With what he’s been through over the last week, he will not trust easily someone who appears to rescue him, even if he is a Jedi,” Anakin locked eyes with Master Windu and hoped he would understand what was being said.
Obi-Wan did not trust anyone, there were times when he did not even trust Anakin, there were moments when he was terrified of him and backed away.
And now Obi-Wan had been taken, separated from the Force and forced into a reunion with someone who had betrayed him so completely that there had been moments early in his training where Anakin had worried that Obi-Wan would give up and abandon him like Qui-Gon had abandoned Obi-Wan.
Mace Windu inclined his head in a motion of agreement although the expression on his face was sour; he was obviously anything but pleased to have to take him along.
“Good, Knight Skywalker to accompany Master Windu then. Let us hope that we are all successful in our endeavors,” Yoda nodded once, the decision made.
“Chancellor Palpatine, foresight to place trackers on all Naboo ships. Hurry you must before change ships they do.”
Yoda handed a small black box to Mace Windu, Anakin watched, fingers itching to snatch it from his hands and find some way to boost the signal.
“May the Force be with you both,” Yoda intoned quietly.
“You as well Master Yoda,” Mace Windu glanced at Anakin then back at Yoda and sighed.
Still not pleased to have Obi-Wan’s wayward former Padawan along most likely.
Anakin didn’t care, if in the end it led him to Obi-Wan… well he would play nice with just about anyone.
Ewan jerked away from the hand on his face and practically flew across the room.
Qui-Gon looked amused, but Ewan had seen enough bad horror movies to know that the dead coming back to life was anything but good.
He liked his brain exactly where it was, in his head.
“I’m not going to hurt you Obi-Wan, why would I have gone to all this trouble just to harm you,” Qui-Gon’s voice was gentle, coaxing and he crooked his finger at Ewan, patting the bed beside him.
Ewan stayed exactly where he was.
“Of course you’re not going to hurt me, you’re dead after all.”
Qui-Gon frowned. “What nonsense has Yoda been spouting off at you now?”
Ewan narrowed his eyes. Because wow, Liam had never had that level of animosity in his voice when in character discussing Yoda.
Things were just too weird in this whacked out universe and he was getting tired of having to second guess himself.
Who to trust, who not to trust.
At this point he was strictly at trusting only Anakin, at least Anakin was only obsessively possessive, he hadn’t poisoned him and drugged him and kidnapped him. What the fuck was up with that anyway.
“You are dead, you died in my fucking arms,” Ewan said tiredly. He leaned heavily against the wall and tried not to appear like it was the only thing keeping him from falling flat on his ass.
“I did no such thing,” Qui-Gon scowled, stood and moved swiftly toward him. And the only reason Ewan didn’t dart across the room to get away from him was because he was pretty sure if he took two steps he was going to end up flat on his face instead of his ass.
Qui-Gon’s hands were gentle as he propelled him across the room back to the bed; Ewan sank down onto it and rolled away from him.
He was tired of feeling overwhelmed by people who were totally out of character, he was tired of not knowing what his actual relationships with these people were, by reappearances of characters that were dead and he really wished George would just yell cut and they could start all over again.
Plus his vision was blurring with little dots and he felt kind of nauseous.
He wanted people to stop drugging him, and he wanted someone to remove the sign that was obviously on his back that said that it was okay to do so.
He raised a hand to pull ineffectually at the collar around his neck. It hurt, more than just the pain of having it on, but the pain of knowing that it was preventing him from accessing the Force which he’d become quite accustomed to over the last week.
“Take this off,” he muttered petulantly. He sounded like one of his girls in a right snit. He didn’t care.
Qui-Gon ran his hand over the collar, his finger dragging along the skin of his neck.
“I’ll remove it,” Ewan relaxed slightly, eyes closing. “When I’m sure you will not try and escape.”
Ewan scowled. Prick, he thought before he let the darkness take him.
“What have you managed to get me into this time?” Obi-Wan’s voice was such a wonderful sound to hear that it was all he could do not to hug him.
“Where the fuck were you?” Ewan growled, he rolled onto his side and managed to sit upright with much effort.
Obi-Wan was a goddamned liar, pain didn’t translate over his aching limbs.
“I managed to gain access to your body,” Obi-Wan said with bewilderment. “Why?”
“Well next time fucking warn me alright?! Padmé fucking told me that you guys were fucking around on Anakin and then when I went back to confront her she drugged me and kidnapped me and put some godforsaken collar around my neck that keeps from touching the Force, which honestly I didn’t think I’d mind but I’d gotten fucking used to it! Then I wake up and Qui-Gon Jinn who ironically is supposed to be fucking dead is there like this is normal and, and…”
Obi-Wan’s face had been draining of all color as Ewan ranted. But he turned a truly brilliant shade of irate red when Qui-Gon’s name was mentioned.
And now Ewan was confused, because Qui-Gon was supposed to be Obi-Wan’s Master, the guy that had taught him all about being a Jedi, the guy whose death prompted Obi-Wan to take Anakin as his Padawan to fulfill a promise made as Qui-Gon lay dying in his arms.
“Qui-Gon is where you are now?” Obi-Wan’s voice was low and dangerous and Ewan wondered what the hell was going on.
“Yeah.”
“Anakin?”
“Back on Coruscant probably, he wasn’t with me when I met with Padmé and she drugged and kidnapped me.”
“Listen to me very carefully,” Obi-Wan enunciated very clearly. “I need you to remember this when you wake up, do you understand?”
Ewan threw him his very best ‘I’m not a moron’ look that caused Obi-Wan to snort which just proved that however long Obi-Wan had been awake in his body it had been to long because that snort was one that Jude was prone to.
“Do not trust Qui-Gon Jinn. Do you understand me?”
“Don’t trust Qui-Gon Jinn,” Ewan repeated, nodding his head. “Why? Isn’t he, wasn’t he your Master?”
“Qui-Gon Jinn was everything to me, then he abandoned me, the only reason I even became a Knight and was able to take Anakin on as my Padawan was because Master Yoda approved me for my trials."
“Oh,” Ewan frowned, his eyes widened as understanding dawned. Well this was truly a fucked up universe wasn’t it.
“Do you have my, your lightsaber?” Obi-Wan asked.
Ewan shook his head. “It was gone when I came to, but hey at least I’m not chained to the bed anymore.”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like Ewan was trying his patience or something.
“So you and Qui-Gon?” Ewan asked when his eyes finally opened again.
“It doesn’t matter,” his counterpart shook his head. “None of that matters anymore.”
“Right.”
“I’m going to assume you’re on a ship,” Obi-Wan said softly. He didn’t seem to require a response from Ewan but he nodded anyway. “You need to get off it as soon as possible.”
Ewan stared at him in disbelief. “I don’t know if you’re aware of it but my world and your world, are two very different worlds. I wasn’t weaned from my mums tits knowing how to fly a space ship.”
“It’s very easy; most of the controls are marked.”
“Can’t we just wait for Anakin to come rescue us?”
Obi-Wan looked scandalized. “Most certainly not. If he has to rescue us we’ll never live it down. Best we do it ourselves.”
Ewan looked doubtful. “I hope you realize that if your body dies while attempting this impossible act that I’m going to want mine back.”
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