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laniew1More Alternate Universe Obi-Wan Healer Fic.
Obi-Wan was waiting at the door, a frown on his face and he knew that he still looked a bit angry but he didn’t care.
Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3
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 4
Obi-Wan was waiting at the door, a frown on his face and he knew that he still looked a bit angry but he didn’t care.
How dare these strangers waltz into his home, eat his cooking, allow him to help them and then make assumptions that he was going to leave with them!
He gripped his bag in his hands and tried to calm himself. A deep breath, then another and another and he felt the anger wash away. Replaced by a vague feeling of disquiet.
He didn’t like that feeling, he’d almost rather have the anger back.
Anakin was talking quietly with Qui-Gon, Qui-Gon was staying with the ship, Anakin was going with him into town.
He’d almost rather it was the other way around.
Because he had a feeling that Anakin was going to continue to push and prod until Obi-Wan was forced to leave him stranded in the middle of nowhere.
It was a pretty picture but he would hate to have to explain it to Anakin’s Master.
He frowned.
When he’d returned the night before Anakin had pulled out his lightsaber. Explaining what the Jedi were, Qui-Gon speaking softly when Anakin’s words stumbled and he looked over for assistance.
From the way that Anakin talked the Jedi were the Guardians of the universe. Perfect in every way.
And Obi-Wan wanted nothing to do with that. He was far from perfect and he had never aspired to it in the first place.
Maybe if he’d been a child he would have been fascinated by the culture and the power and what he could have done with it. Now he was an adult and he just wanted to be left alone.
He didn’t think that was going to happen and he felt an awful wave of premonition that told him that he should pack a bag and hide it on their ship because he would be going with them and it would help him settle faster if he had some of his own belongings.
He squashed that feeling immediately.
This was his home, he refused to leave it without a fight.
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Obi-Wan was silent on the trip into town.
Anakin bit his tongue and tapped his fingers against his lightsaber and wondered how Qui-Gon had managed to trick him into not talking to Obi-Wan about the Jedi, his Master could be wily when he wanted to be. Anakin always forgot that until he was forcibly reminded by something Qui-Gon did or said.
The town was small, Anakin held no hopes of finding exactly what they needed to fix the ship but he thought they might get close and that would have to be good enough.
At the very least it would allow them to hop to another planet where they could find the parts needed.
Obi-Wan had wandered off as Anakin haggled.
Republic credits were accepted but the exchange rate was crap. He couldn’t help but feel that he was being robbed and he couldn’t do anything about.
Another promise that Qui-Gon had tricked him into making.
Managing to get the parts without using any part of the Force.
Sometimes he hated his Master.
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“Obi-Wan,” Widow Mason smiled, a tight hug that left him blushing. “Did you hear the news?” she asked, she was a perpetual gossip.
“News?” Obi-Wan felt his stomach seize up. Had the strangers already been noticed?
“Raiders in the south country,” she said with a hushed voice, like it was a secret. Which it wasn’t because she already had a group in attendance around her and they’d obviously already been told.
“Raiders?” And that was a different type of panic. There hadn’t been raiders sighted in years, they hadn’t bothered the village or the outlying homes in years.
Why now were they back?
“There was some sort of firefight, ships in the sky,” she amended for the kids sitting at her feet like it was story time. “One of them crashed. Rumor has it that they’re after it.”
Obi-Wan hmmed with the rest of the group, looking around the group. There was fear certainly, but he knew half of this group wanted the raiders to get their hands on the ship just in the off chance that it would cause them to leave.
He saw Anakin leave the parts dealer that he’d left him with. Looking frustrated and pleased all at the same time.
Obviously he’d got what he’d wanted but not paid the price that he’d wanted.
Obi-Wan could have told him that would happen. Republic credits were accepted, he’d known that, but there was nothing here they could be used on.
Davis would wait until a ship landed and then trade them for something he could use.
“I hear Cecilie had her baby?” Culeen Murphy, a young lass of just over eighteen smiled shyly at him.
“A boy, just the other day. She’ll be up and about soon I’m sure, it was a difficult birth.”
Culeen nodded. Most likely Widow Mason had already spread the news minutes after the birth.
“They hadn’t named him when I left.”
“Oh but they have,” Widow Mason stated. “Colin, after his grandpapa.”
The group smiled, soft murmurings of ‘told you so’ and ‘why didn’t he get named after his pa’ echoing around them.
All the while Obi-Wan felt a cold feeling of dread; Anakin had spotted him and was striding towards him with purpose.
“Oh who is that?” Culeen brushed a hand over her hair, the other smoothing down her skirt.
Obi-Wan bit his lip, glanced at the younger man and forced a smile onto his face.
“That is my cousin Anakin,” he lied smoothly. He hated lying, in three days someone was going to ask him about Anakin and he was going to have to murmur softly, looking heartbroken that he’d been killed on the way back to his home.
Anakin arched an eyebrow at him and Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes slightly telling him to play along.
The last thing they needed was all the single young ladies in the village appearing on his doorstep while they were trying to repair the broken spaceship that the raiders were looking for.
“You’ll introduce me?” Culeen begged softly. “Pa would really like him. He’s big and strong and he’d be a great help on the farm.”
“He’s already married,” Obi-Wan lied smoothly, Anakin smiled sweetly, a small tinge of remorse to it.
“She’s a sweet girl, little short, got a fair bit of a temper.”
Culeen looked downcast, as did the other young ladies in the group surrounding Widow Mason. Obi-Wan waved his goodbye’s promising to come see Widow Mason’s youngest to check his leg the following day before he turned to follow Anakin to the speeder.
“Married?” Anakin asked simply.
“Did you really want every young lady within marriage age on my doorstep wanting you to court them? Because I can go back and tell them that your wife died of some horrible illness and that you’re grieving but ready to start moving on with your life… I just figured that you would like privacy in order to fix your spaceship.”
“Its fine, I just wondered,” Anakin shook his head. “You remind me of Qui-Gon Jinn you know, you take everything so seriously.”
“Did you not get the parts you needed?” Obi-Wan glanced into the tiny backseat and saw a small bag that didn’t seem like it could contain the huge parts that Anakin and Qui-Gon had insisted they’d need in order to fix the ship to be able to fly once more.
“Davis is going to deliver them a bit later, once it gets dark. He thought it would look less suspicious and attract less attention.”
Obi-Wan arched a brow this time.
“I had to tell him what I needed the parts for, its not like you’d need them to fix your speeder.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and pointed the speeder in the direction of home.
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Qui-Gon had to subtly convince Davis that he didn’t want to stay and help them fix the ship.
If Davis'd had his way Anakin had no doubt that he would be under the ship examining every nook and cranny of it.
Obi-Wan had vanished again, the speeder which Anakin resolved to repair before they left, sitting in front of the house seemed to indicate that he was still on his property somewhere.
They just had no idea where, and Qui-Gon had hesitated to use the Force to determine his location, not wanting to upset the other man any more then they already had. He just smiled grimly and said that he would seek them out when he was ready.
So Anakin worked on the ship, utilizing Qui-Gon as his assistant, since Qui-Gon was not as mechanically gifted as Anakin was.
And no, that wasn’t his ego talking. Equipment liked him, droids loved him and the ships (when he got the opportunity to pilot them) seemed to purr under his fingertips.
They didn’t speak, after so many years together Qui-Gon seemed to know instinctively which tools he needed for which parts and when Obi-Wan returned, that was most likely what he saw.
Qui-Gon handing Anakin tools that he didn’t even ask for, no one uttered a word and the only sound was a crackling noise that was the wind blowing leaves across Obi-Wan’s yard.
Anakin wondered where he’d vanished to. The home that Obi-Wan resided in didn’t seem big enough to hide within and there’d been no sign of him within it.
Anakin watched him cock his head, watching silently as Qui-Gon steadying what he was working on.
This could be you, Anakin whispered silently. You could have this, be us.
Obi-Wan glanced at him, their eyes locking and Anakin smiled slightly. He had no doubt that Obi-Wan had heard him, he knew Qui-Gon had the frown on his face and the nudge of his foot against Anakin’s leg a sure sign of that.
Obi-Wan sighed and turned away.
“If you’re about done for the night supper is ready.”
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Obi-Wan was waiting at the door, a frown on his face and he knew that he still looked a bit angry but he didn’t care.
Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3
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 4
Obi-Wan was waiting at the door, a frown on his face and he knew that he still looked a bit angry but he didn’t care.
How dare these strangers waltz into his home, eat his cooking, allow him to help them and then make assumptions that he was going to leave with them!
He gripped his bag in his hands and tried to calm himself. A deep breath, then another and another and he felt the anger wash away. Replaced by a vague feeling of disquiet.
He didn’t like that feeling, he’d almost rather have the anger back.
Anakin was talking quietly with Qui-Gon, Qui-Gon was staying with the ship, Anakin was going with him into town.
He’d almost rather it was the other way around.
Because he had a feeling that Anakin was going to continue to push and prod until Obi-Wan was forced to leave him stranded in the middle of nowhere.
It was a pretty picture but he would hate to have to explain it to Anakin’s Master.
He frowned.
When he’d returned the night before Anakin had pulled out his lightsaber. Explaining what the Jedi were, Qui-Gon speaking softly when Anakin’s words stumbled and he looked over for assistance.
From the way that Anakin talked the Jedi were the Guardians of the universe. Perfect in every way.
And Obi-Wan wanted nothing to do with that. He was far from perfect and he had never aspired to it in the first place.
Maybe if he’d been a child he would have been fascinated by the culture and the power and what he could have done with it. Now he was an adult and he just wanted to be left alone.
He didn’t think that was going to happen and he felt an awful wave of premonition that told him that he should pack a bag and hide it on their ship because he would be going with them and it would help him settle faster if he had some of his own belongings.
He squashed that feeling immediately.
This was his home, he refused to leave it without a fight.
Obi-Wan was silent on the trip into town.
Anakin bit his tongue and tapped his fingers against his lightsaber and wondered how Qui-Gon had managed to trick him into not talking to Obi-Wan about the Jedi, his Master could be wily when he wanted to be. Anakin always forgot that until he was forcibly reminded by something Qui-Gon did or said.
The town was small, Anakin held no hopes of finding exactly what they needed to fix the ship but he thought they might get close and that would have to be good enough.
At the very least it would allow them to hop to another planet where they could find the parts needed.
Obi-Wan had wandered off as Anakin haggled.
Republic credits were accepted but the exchange rate was crap. He couldn’t help but feel that he was being robbed and he couldn’t do anything about.
Another promise that Qui-Gon had tricked him into making.
Managing to get the parts without using any part of the Force.
Sometimes he hated his Master.
“Obi-Wan,” Widow Mason smiled, a tight hug that left him blushing. “Did you hear the news?” she asked, she was a perpetual gossip.
“News?” Obi-Wan felt his stomach seize up. Had the strangers already been noticed?
“Raiders in the south country,” she said with a hushed voice, like it was a secret. Which it wasn’t because she already had a group in attendance around her and they’d obviously already been told.
“Raiders?” And that was a different type of panic. There hadn’t been raiders sighted in years, they hadn’t bothered the village or the outlying homes in years.
Why now were they back?
“There was some sort of firefight, ships in the sky,” she amended for the kids sitting at her feet like it was story time. “One of them crashed. Rumor has it that they’re after it.”
Obi-Wan hmmed with the rest of the group, looking around the group. There was fear certainly, but he knew half of this group wanted the raiders to get their hands on the ship just in the off chance that it would cause them to leave.
He saw Anakin leave the parts dealer that he’d left him with. Looking frustrated and pleased all at the same time.
Obviously he’d got what he’d wanted but not paid the price that he’d wanted.
Obi-Wan could have told him that would happen. Republic credits were accepted, he’d known that, but there was nothing here they could be used on.
Davis would wait until a ship landed and then trade them for something he could use.
“I hear Cecilie had her baby?” Culeen Murphy, a young lass of just over eighteen smiled shyly at him.
“A boy, just the other day. She’ll be up and about soon I’m sure, it was a difficult birth.”
Culeen nodded. Most likely Widow Mason had already spread the news minutes after the birth.
“They hadn’t named him when I left.”
“Oh but they have,” Widow Mason stated. “Colin, after his grandpapa.”
The group smiled, soft murmurings of ‘told you so’ and ‘why didn’t he get named after his pa’ echoing around them.
All the while Obi-Wan felt a cold feeling of dread; Anakin had spotted him and was striding towards him with purpose.
“Oh who is that?” Culeen brushed a hand over her hair, the other smoothing down her skirt.
Obi-Wan bit his lip, glanced at the younger man and forced a smile onto his face.
“That is my cousin Anakin,” he lied smoothly. He hated lying, in three days someone was going to ask him about Anakin and he was going to have to murmur softly, looking heartbroken that he’d been killed on the way back to his home.
Anakin arched an eyebrow at him and Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes slightly telling him to play along.
The last thing they needed was all the single young ladies in the village appearing on his doorstep while they were trying to repair the broken spaceship that the raiders were looking for.
“You’ll introduce me?” Culeen begged softly. “Pa would really like him. He’s big and strong and he’d be a great help on the farm.”
“He’s already married,” Obi-Wan lied smoothly, Anakin smiled sweetly, a small tinge of remorse to it.
“She’s a sweet girl, little short, got a fair bit of a temper.”
Culeen looked downcast, as did the other young ladies in the group surrounding Widow Mason. Obi-Wan waved his goodbye’s promising to come see Widow Mason’s youngest to check his leg the following day before he turned to follow Anakin to the speeder.
“Married?” Anakin asked simply.
“Did you really want every young lady within marriage age on my doorstep wanting you to court them? Because I can go back and tell them that your wife died of some horrible illness and that you’re grieving but ready to start moving on with your life… I just figured that you would like privacy in order to fix your spaceship.”
“Its fine, I just wondered,” Anakin shook his head. “You remind me of Qui-Gon Jinn you know, you take everything so seriously.”
“Did you not get the parts you needed?” Obi-Wan glanced into the tiny backseat and saw a small bag that didn’t seem like it could contain the huge parts that Anakin and Qui-Gon had insisted they’d need in order to fix the ship to be able to fly once more.
“Davis is going to deliver them a bit later, once it gets dark. He thought it would look less suspicious and attract less attention.”
Obi-Wan arched a brow this time.
“I had to tell him what I needed the parts for, its not like you’d need them to fix your speeder.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and pointed the speeder in the direction of home.
Qui-Gon had to subtly convince Davis that he didn’t want to stay and help them fix the ship.
If Davis'd had his way Anakin had no doubt that he would be under the ship examining every nook and cranny of it.
Obi-Wan had vanished again, the speeder which Anakin resolved to repair before they left, sitting in front of the house seemed to indicate that he was still on his property somewhere.
They just had no idea where, and Qui-Gon had hesitated to use the Force to determine his location, not wanting to upset the other man any more then they already had. He just smiled grimly and said that he would seek them out when he was ready.
So Anakin worked on the ship, utilizing Qui-Gon as his assistant, since Qui-Gon was not as mechanically gifted as Anakin was.
And no, that wasn’t his ego talking. Equipment liked him, droids loved him and the ships (when he got the opportunity to pilot them) seemed to purr under his fingertips.
They didn’t speak, after so many years together Qui-Gon seemed to know instinctively which tools he needed for which parts and when Obi-Wan returned, that was most likely what he saw.
Qui-Gon handing Anakin tools that he didn’t even ask for, no one uttered a word and the only sound was a crackling noise that was the wind blowing leaves across Obi-Wan’s yard.
Anakin wondered where he’d vanished to. The home that Obi-Wan resided in didn’t seem big enough to hide within and there’d been no sign of him within it.
Anakin watched him cock his head, watching silently as Qui-Gon steadying what he was working on.
This could be you, Anakin whispered silently. You could have this, be us.
Obi-Wan glanced at him, their eyes locking and Anakin smiled slightly. He had no doubt that Obi-Wan had heard him, he knew Qui-Gon had the frown on his face and the nudge of his foot against Anakin’s leg a sure sign of that.
Obi-Wan sighed and turned away.
“If you’re about done for the night supper is ready.”
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Date: 2005-08-03 02:39 pm (UTC)There's just something about Healer!Obi that's incredibly hot!