FIC: Star Wars - Untitled - Obi-Wan/Anakin - PG - 7/?
More Alternate Universe Obi-Wan Healer Fic.
The room was nice, plain… and he got it to himself.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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 7
The room was nice, plain… and he got it to himself.
Which was nice only because it meant that when he got tired of Anakin’s attempts to teach him how to meditate and Qui-Gon’s not very subtle murmurs telling him that he was using the Force, whatever that was, wrong he could walk into a nice quiet room and stare at four walls that were painted the most boring shade beige that he’d ever seen and contemplate the universe.
Or he could be bored, and mostly it seemed that was how he felt.
Bored… and restless. With an inch under his skin that he couldn’t get rid of.
He’d even resorted to trying Anakin’s meditation thing (though only when he was in his room with the door securely shut) and though it helped it only helped for a little while.
The itch reminded him of Davin and how he’d felt when he’d been addicted to the blue powder with no name, they’d named it Fruja Dust because Fruja Seara had been the one to sell it to him and well it’d had a strong likeness to dust before it was swirled into warm water.
Obi-Wan only knew what it felt like because he’d made the mistake of trying to heal a cut that Davin had got in a fight and ended up feeling like someone had shot him full of adrenaline and threw him off Bering Ridge.
Not that he’d ever done that either. He’d led a very boring existence (sort of like the room they were forcing him to live within) before he’d been kidnapped by the Jedi for the second time.
When the meditating didn’t work he resorted to staring blankly out of the windows of his boring sleeping room and prayed that ships would run into each other just for a change of scenery.
The Healers that Jedi had forced him to see had told him to take it easy. To Anakin and Qui-Gon that seemed to mean that he could walk no further then the living room and the Fresher. He’d tried to make dinner for them one night as a thank you and he’d thought Qui-Gon was going to burst something.
He had yet to figure out what they hoped to gain by bringing him to this busy planet. He may have thought the words kidnapping and he may have snapped them at them more times than he could count but he didn’t feel as if he was being held against his will, it only seemed like that when Anakin continually brushed off his attempts to find out when he they were letting him go home.
It also might be because there was no one to ransom him to.
His parents were long dead and they’d been the only family he’d had. He’d had no siblings and his parents were both only children so he was the only Kenobi left in the universe.
So no, there seemed to be nothing for the Jedi to gain by having and keeping him here.
And he wasn’t making a good houseguest, which he supposed he should have warned them of.
Anakin tried to wake him every morning, a soft voice gently calling to him and Obi-Wan had only tossed a book at him, rolled over and ignored him once (but really what did he expect, it had still been dark out after all).
It had only happened once because Anakin had reflexively thrown the book back at him and it had hit Obi-Wan in the head and he’d jumped out of bed fumbling for a blaster that wasn’t there causing Anakin to back out of the doorway with hastily mumbled apologies.
He was still apologizing and all Obi-Wan had to do was rub his head and frown and Anakin would mumble more apologies. He would catch on eventually Obi-Wan was sure, Qui-Gon had after all, but until then Obi-Wan planned to milk the incident for all it was worth.
It was just one way that he was getting even with the Jedi for taking him from his planet without a by your leave.
He was very rarely left alone in the apartments that it seemed Anakin and Qui-Gon shared. Normally at least one of them could be counted on to be hovering and offering him things before he even realized he wanted them.
Except he’d woke this morning to no soft prodding from Anakin insisting that he come meditate with him and Qui-Gon and no scent of warm bread and syrup wafting through the apartment to tease him awake.
When he’d woke the sun had been high in the sky, the apartment had been quiet and when he’d walked into the living room there had been no one there.
It had been eerie its silence. Anakin was never quiet and Qui-Gon, even though he was silent most of the time, seemed to be larger than life.
He wondered where they had gone and then hoped that they hadn’t abandoned him.
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When they hadn’t returned by lunch time Obi-Wan began to worry. It wasn’t unusual for both men to be gone at the same time, but they normally staggered their times and the longest he’d been left alone before had been maybe an hour. He half thought they were worried they’d come back and find that he’d slit his wrists or jumped from the window in boredom.
Then he started to wonder if he was supposed to make his own lunch, Qui-Gon had about flipped his lid when he’d come back one day to find Obi-Wan puttering around the kitchen.
Anakin had returned shortly after to find Qui-Gon pushing Obi-Wan into a chair and chastising him for working to hard.
Obi-Wan hadn’t told him that he’d barely figured out where everything was before Qui-Gon had interrupted him and his insistence that he could do something other than lay on the couch or his bed was firmly ignored.
He was contemplating warming up some of the bread that he knew was in the cooler, he was pretty sure that there had been some meat hidden in one of the drawers so it wasn’t like he was being force to live on bread and water, when the buzzer rang indicating someone was at the door.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms and stared at the panel.
He hoped whoever was waiting on the other side wasn’t in a hurry or anything.
Anakin had shown him briefly how to operate the controls the night he’d brought him here, but he’d been half-drugged and half-asleep and he could only remember half the movements that he thought Anakin had gone through.
He pressed a few buttons, ones he could remember Anakin using, there’d been five motions he was sure and he remembered the first three.
It was the last two that he was having problems with and he finally just pushed two buttons at random and was somewhat surprised to find the door opening in response.
And then he thought he might have been better off following Qui-Gon’s advice to not answer the door under circumstances ‘you don’t know anybody here, so you shouldn’t need to operate it’.
A little green thing looked up at him, stick in one hand, bemused expression on its face.
He looked oddly familiar.
“The boy is too old,” a black man intoned. He sat in a relaxed posture in his seat. In the smaller one beside him a little green thing nodded in agreement.
“Young Kenobi will not be trained as a Jedi.”
“But Master, the power…” The one that had stolen him from his parents uttered, only to be silenced by a stern look from the black man.
Obi-Wan twisted his hands and looked at the thing that uttered the declaration that he would not be trained. Not that he even knew what they were talking about. He already went to school after all.
The thing was green, he looked like the puppet figures that his parents had bought him to give to Sara and Dester for their birthday.
“I know you,” Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes and wondered if he could figure out how to slam the door shut.
He waited to long and the green alien made its way into the room.
“Jedi Master Yoda I am young Kenobi, long time it has been since last you stood before me.”
“I shouldn’t have been before you in the first place,” Obi-Wan muttered.
“No you shouldn’t have,” Yoda waved a hand and the door shut in front of Obi-Wan’s surprised face. “But you were and here you are once again, the Forces will it is for you to have been here and sent away and the Forces will it is to have you brought back to us again.”
“More like your people like to kidnap me against my will.”
“Saved your life Master Jinn and Knight Skywalker did.”
“Yeah so everyone says,” Obi-Wan peered down at where Yoda was perching himself on the couch. “Why are you here?”
“Talk we shall, before your protectors return. Much to discuss we do.”
Obi-Wan silently groaned. He didn’t think this ‘talk’ was going to get him home any faster. In fact his gut was telling him that he might never see his planet again.
And his gut was very rarely wrong.
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The apartment was dark when Anakin returned home. It had been a long day, dealing with Senators of opposing view points and at one point he’d thought for sure that the talks were about to dissolve into fisticuffs.
But then Senators were civilized and civilized folk didn’t deal with their problems that way he’d been told numerous times.
Instead they turned up their noses and made pointed declarations about the lack of wealth and power that the other held.
They would pick up once again the next day, Anakin was holding out for one of them to break through their refined breeding and land a punch on the other.
“Obi-Wan?” he called as he let the door close slowly behind him, pressing the buttons to turn on lights, shrugging out of his cloak and stopping suddenly when he saw Obi-Wan sitting silently on the couch.
He was staring at his hands, hadn’t looked up to see Anakin or even acknowledge his presence.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin called again softly walking toward him, his cloak falling to the floor as he moved.
“Am I a freak?” he asked softly, Anakin shivered. Yet another line, from his vision.
Anakin kneeled before him, cupped his face and forced him to look him in the eye. There were tears there that had yet to fall; frustration was etched into every line of his face. Anakin wanted to soothe the lines away, wanted to kiss the tears away.
“No you are not a freak,” he smiled gently. “You are one of us.”
“What if don’t want to be?” Obi-Wan asked petulantly.
Anakin’s smile deepened. “You already are.”
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The room was nice, plain… and he got it to himself.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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 7
The room was nice, plain… and he got it to himself.
Which was nice only because it meant that when he got tired of Anakin’s attempts to teach him how to meditate and Qui-Gon’s not very subtle murmurs telling him that he was using the Force, whatever that was, wrong he could walk into a nice quiet room and stare at four walls that were painted the most boring shade beige that he’d ever seen and contemplate the universe.
Or he could be bored, and mostly it seemed that was how he felt.
Bored… and restless. With an inch under his skin that he couldn’t get rid of.
He’d even resorted to trying Anakin’s meditation thing (though only when he was in his room with the door securely shut) and though it helped it only helped for a little while.
The itch reminded him of Davin and how he’d felt when he’d been addicted to the blue powder with no name, they’d named it Fruja Dust because Fruja Seara had been the one to sell it to him and well it’d had a strong likeness to dust before it was swirled into warm water.
Obi-Wan only knew what it felt like because he’d made the mistake of trying to heal a cut that Davin had got in a fight and ended up feeling like someone had shot him full of adrenaline and threw him off Bering Ridge.
Not that he’d ever done that either. He’d led a very boring existence (sort of like the room they were forcing him to live within) before he’d been kidnapped by the Jedi for the second time.
When the meditating didn’t work he resorted to staring blankly out of the windows of his boring sleeping room and prayed that ships would run into each other just for a change of scenery.
The Healers that Jedi had forced him to see had told him to take it easy. To Anakin and Qui-Gon that seemed to mean that he could walk no further then the living room and the Fresher. He’d tried to make dinner for them one night as a thank you and he’d thought Qui-Gon was going to burst something.
He had yet to figure out what they hoped to gain by bringing him to this busy planet. He may have thought the words kidnapping and he may have snapped them at them more times than he could count but he didn’t feel as if he was being held against his will, it only seemed like that when Anakin continually brushed off his attempts to find out when he they were letting him go home.
It also might be because there was no one to ransom him to.
His parents were long dead and they’d been the only family he’d had. He’d had no siblings and his parents were both only children so he was the only Kenobi left in the universe.
So no, there seemed to be nothing for the Jedi to gain by having and keeping him here.
And he wasn’t making a good houseguest, which he supposed he should have warned them of.
Anakin tried to wake him every morning, a soft voice gently calling to him and Obi-Wan had only tossed a book at him, rolled over and ignored him once (but really what did he expect, it had still been dark out after all).
It had only happened once because Anakin had reflexively thrown the book back at him and it had hit Obi-Wan in the head and he’d jumped out of bed fumbling for a blaster that wasn’t there causing Anakin to back out of the doorway with hastily mumbled apologies.
He was still apologizing and all Obi-Wan had to do was rub his head and frown and Anakin would mumble more apologies. He would catch on eventually Obi-Wan was sure, Qui-Gon had after all, but until then Obi-Wan planned to milk the incident for all it was worth.
It was just one way that he was getting even with the Jedi for taking him from his planet without a by your leave.
He was very rarely left alone in the apartments that it seemed Anakin and Qui-Gon shared. Normally at least one of them could be counted on to be hovering and offering him things before he even realized he wanted them.
Except he’d woke this morning to no soft prodding from Anakin insisting that he come meditate with him and Qui-Gon and no scent of warm bread and syrup wafting through the apartment to tease him awake.
When he’d woke the sun had been high in the sky, the apartment had been quiet and when he’d walked into the living room there had been no one there.
It had been eerie its silence. Anakin was never quiet and Qui-Gon, even though he was silent most of the time, seemed to be larger than life.
He wondered where they had gone and then hoped that they hadn’t abandoned him.
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When they hadn’t returned by lunch time Obi-Wan began to worry. It wasn’t unusual for both men to be gone at the same time, but they normally staggered their times and the longest he’d been left alone before had been maybe an hour. He half thought they were worried they’d come back and find that he’d slit his wrists or jumped from the window in boredom.
Then he started to wonder if he was supposed to make his own lunch, Qui-Gon had about flipped his lid when he’d come back one day to find Obi-Wan puttering around the kitchen.
Anakin had returned shortly after to find Qui-Gon pushing Obi-Wan into a chair and chastising him for working to hard.
Obi-Wan hadn’t told him that he’d barely figured out where everything was before Qui-Gon had interrupted him and his insistence that he could do something other than lay on the couch or his bed was firmly ignored.
He was contemplating warming up some of the bread that he knew was in the cooler, he was pretty sure that there had been some meat hidden in one of the drawers so it wasn’t like he was being force to live on bread and water, when the buzzer rang indicating someone was at the door.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms and stared at the panel.
He hoped whoever was waiting on the other side wasn’t in a hurry or anything.
Anakin had shown him briefly how to operate the controls the night he’d brought him here, but he’d been half-drugged and half-asleep and he could only remember half the movements that he thought Anakin had gone through.
He pressed a few buttons, ones he could remember Anakin using, there’d been five motions he was sure and he remembered the first three.
It was the last two that he was having problems with and he finally just pushed two buttons at random and was somewhat surprised to find the door opening in response.
And then he thought he might have been better off following Qui-Gon’s advice to not answer the door under circumstances ‘you don’t know anybody here, so you shouldn’t need to operate it’.
A little green thing looked up at him, stick in one hand, bemused expression on its face.
He looked oddly familiar.
“The boy is too old,” a black man intoned. He sat in a relaxed posture in his seat. In the smaller one beside him a little green thing nodded in agreement.
“Young Kenobi will not be trained as a Jedi.”
“But Master, the power…” The one that had stolen him from his parents uttered, only to be silenced by a stern look from the black man.
Obi-Wan twisted his hands and looked at the thing that uttered the declaration that he would not be trained. Not that he even knew what they were talking about. He already went to school after all.
The thing was green, he looked like the puppet figures that his parents had bought him to give to Sara and Dester for their birthday.
“I know you,” Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes and wondered if he could figure out how to slam the door shut.
He waited to long and the green alien made its way into the room.
“Jedi Master Yoda I am young Kenobi, long time it has been since last you stood before me.”
“I shouldn’t have been before you in the first place,” Obi-Wan muttered.
“No you shouldn’t have,” Yoda waved a hand and the door shut in front of Obi-Wan’s surprised face. “But you were and here you are once again, the Forces will it is for you to have been here and sent away and the Forces will it is to have you brought back to us again.”
“More like your people like to kidnap me against my will.”
“Saved your life Master Jinn and Knight Skywalker did.”
“Yeah so everyone says,” Obi-Wan peered down at where Yoda was perching himself on the couch. “Why are you here?”
“Talk we shall, before your protectors return. Much to discuss we do.”
Obi-Wan silently groaned. He didn’t think this ‘talk’ was going to get him home any faster. In fact his gut was telling him that he might never see his planet again.
And his gut was very rarely wrong.
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The apartment was dark when Anakin returned home. It had been a long day, dealing with Senators of opposing view points and at one point he’d thought for sure that the talks were about to dissolve into fisticuffs.
But then Senators were civilized and civilized folk didn’t deal with their problems that way he’d been told numerous times.
Instead they turned up their noses and made pointed declarations about the lack of wealth and power that the other held.
They would pick up once again the next day, Anakin was holding out for one of them to break through their refined breeding and land a punch on the other.
“Obi-Wan?” he called as he let the door close slowly behind him, pressing the buttons to turn on lights, shrugging out of his cloak and stopping suddenly when he saw Obi-Wan sitting silently on the couch.
He was staring at his hands, hadn’t looked up to see Anakin or even acknowledge his presence.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin called again softly walking toward him, his cloak falling to the floor as he moved.
“Am I a freak?” he asked softly, Anakin shivered. Yet another line, from his vision.
Anakin kneeled before him, cupped his face and forced him to look him in the eye. There were tears there that had yet to fall; frustration was etched into every line of his face. Anakin wanted to soothe the lines away, wanted to kiss the tears away.
“No you are not a freak,” he smiled gently. “You are one of us.”
“What if don’t want to be?” Obi-Wan asked petulantly.
Anakin’s smile deepened. “You already are.”
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