Patching-Up (Drabble Set)
Once again, I've resorted to bribing myself with fic.
(Also, I managed to severely fux my sleep cycle. Go me. *facepalm*)
This fic is rated: PG for implied violence
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Mace Windu, Depa Billaba
Timeline: a couple decades before TPM
Summary: Depa doesn't know how Mace survived without her.
For tpm100's prompt: Healing
Inspiration: the line in Shatterpoint about Mace still taking a beating as well as any man in the galaxy.
Warnings: injuries, violence implied by same
Word Count: 100x2
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, tpm100, windu_philes
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Mace:
"Hold still, Master."
If he didn't expect it would hurt -- a lot -- Mace would have been tempted to laugh at the tone of command in Depa's voice. After six months, he already knew better than to argue with her when she pulled out the medpac. He could almost imagine that he was the padawan being patched up by his master.
If she had been his master, he was sure he would be hearing, in detail, how foolish he had been.
No matter how harsh her critique would have been, it was nothing compared to his own ruthless analysis.
Depa:
Some days, Depa didn't know how her master survived before she became his padawan.
He had a concussion, a dislocated shoulder, a broken collarbone, four cracked ribs ... and those were just the major injuries. His back was a mass of scrapes and bruises, his knuckles were split, and his left eye was swollen nearly shut.
"If you showed them your lightsaber," she suggested, "they would probably have run away."
"If I'd shown my lightsaber, I would have compromised our cover."
Depa suppressed a sigh. By the time I'm knighted, she thought, I'll have an excellent background in field medicine.
(Also, I managed to severely fux my sleep cycle. Go me. *facepalm*)
This fic is rated: PG for implied violence
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Mace Windu, Depa Billaba
Timeline: a couple decades before TPM
Summary: Depa doesn't know how Mace survived without her.
For tpm100's prompt: Healing
Inspiration: the line in Shatterpoint about Mace still taking a beating as well as any man in the galaxy.
Warnings: injuries, violence implied by same
Word Count: 100x2
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, tpm100, windu_philes
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Mace:
"Hold still, Master."
If he didn't expect it would hurt -- a lot -- Mace would have been tempted to laugh at the tone of command in Depa's voice. After six months, he already knew better than to argue with her when she pulled out the medpac. He could almost imagine that he was the padawan being patched up by his master.
If she had been his master, he was sure he would be hearing, in detail, how foolish he had been.
No matter how harsh her critique would have been, it was nothing compared to his own ruthless analysis.
Depa:
Some days, Depa didn't know how her master survived before she became his padawan.
He had a concussion, a dislocated shoulder, a broken collarbone, four cracked ribs ... and those were just the major injuries. His back was a mass of scrapes and bruises, his knuckles were split, and his left eye was swollen nearly shut.
"If you showed them your lightsaber," she suggested, "they would probably have run away."
"If I'd shown my lightsaber, I would have compromised our cover."
Depa suppressed a sigh. By the time I'm knighted, she thought, I'll have an excellent background in field medicine.