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FIC: Star Wars - Untitled Healer Obi-Wan - Obi-Wan/Anakin - 8/8
I can’t believe it’s been almost a year and a half since I posted any of this. Have the eighth and final chapter in my Alternate Universe Obi-Wan Healer Fic. There might be more in this universe to come, but for now this is it.
Obi-Wan didn’t know what to make of this strange place that he’d been brought. Where little green men, who insisted that he call him Master Yoda, hobbled to him and banged him on the knees with sticks and told him that his entire life needed to be reorganized.
TITLE: Not titled yet…
RATING: PG for violence, language
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 8
Obi-Wan didn’t know what to make of this strange place that he’d been brought. Where little green men, who insisted that he call him Master Yoda, hobbled to him and banged him on the knees with sticks and told him that his entire life needed to be reorganized.
That he needed to be trained to use powers that he’d been using since he was a child but, according to the little green man, had been using all wrong.
“Much more your gifts can be used for than just healing.”
There seemed to be no one that understood that he didn’t want to change his entire life.
He wanted to go home, the sooner the better.
He didn’t think he was going to get his wish.
Anakin was pleased and Qui-Gon though silent, also seemed pleased. Yoda seemed pleased.
Obi-Wan hadn’t yet returned to the Healers Ward but he was sure that they were pleased as well.
Everyone was pleased but him, and he was tempted to just try and get home himself. He would have done just that if he hadn’t thought that Anakin would be thirty seconds behind him scowling the entire time with Qui-Gon backing him up with a stern look and crossed arms.
Obi-Wan rubbed at his forehead, he never got headaches but he thought he could feel one coming on.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked from the doorway, he hadn’t even heard the door open.
“I was in the Jedi Temple once,” he said softly, he didn’t look up, he didn’t need to. He knew that Anakin was staring at him and Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what he saw when he stared so intently but he was positive that it wasn’t him. “I was snatched from my family and presented as if I were a grand prize. I was happy when they told me that I was too old to be trained, that they were going to return me to my home.”
Anakin was silent for long moments. “I’m sorry that was your first introduction to the Jedi.”
“When I was returned home I was shunned because I was taken in the first place, the friends that I’d had would not speak to me, their parents blamed mine for allowing me to be taken in the first place. My parents stopped sending me to school, taught me at home instead because they were fearful of how cruel children could be.”
Anakin moved forward slowly, kneeled in front of him.
“They knew that I was different though, special enough to be taken from them at any rate. There was a crazy old hermit that lived on the outskirts of our settlement that was rumored to have strange and wondrous abilities, they brought me to him and demanded that he teach me how to protect myself, how to use whatever gifts the Holy Mother had graced me with.”
“Obi-Wan.”
“You can’t force me to stay here,” he stated. Anakin stiffened and when he met his eyes there was surprise and some emotion that he couldn’t read there.
“There is a great darkness coming,” Anakin said softly.
“No darkness has touched me, no darkness threatens me. I would know if something was lurking to harm me.”
“The darkness is shrouded in the Force, no one sees it though some do claim to feel it. It’ll destroy all of us, all Jedi. And once it has destroyed us it’ll destroy all those that have even a hint of the Force trickling through their veins.”
“I’m a Healer,” Obi-Wan said firmly. “I can’t do those things that you can, I don’t want to do those things.”
“Not even to protect yourself?”
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Every line from his vision had been uttered in exactly the same manner that he’d seen them. Even Obi-Wan telling him about his first visit to the Jedi Temple had been similar in tone, though some words had been expanded as his explanation had been a long one.
The one line changed and it was the anger and defiance that had once marked Obi-Wan saying that he couldn’t be forced to stay at the Temple.
Instead he’d uttered it softly, the defiance still there but the anger not visible.
He wondered what had changed.
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They were at a stale-mate.
Anakin firm that Obi-Wan was going to be a Jedi, Obi-Wan just as firm that it would happen over his dead body. He was a Healer, not a fighter.
Anakin had forgotten how sneaky Qui-Gon had proved himself to be.
It had taken him two days to realize what Qui-Gon was up to, and Obi-Wan, who had his eyes firmly locked on Anakin in suspicion, was not paying any attention to Qui-Gon’s dealings with him.
Qui-Gon had developed a schedule that looked nothing like the training schedule that Jedi Padawan’s were following. But it contained some of the basics and it took the afternoon sessions of the second day for Anakin to put the pieces together.
Meditation in the morning, with the reasoning, “It’s relaxing, soothing, it’ll help your injuries heal faster.”
Some books to be read, Jedi History because Qui-Gon insisted that Obi-Wan couldn’t hate all Jedi if he didn’t know anything about them.
Then the training salle’s in the afternoon, “If you won’t at least learn the basic skills that we would teach you as a Jedi then at least learn to protect yourself.”
“I have a blaster,” Obi-Wan had said with a sulky glare at Anakin on the first day. Anakin, who was lounging against the wall, wasn’t doing anything so he wasn’t sure why he was being glared at.
He was pretty sure that he was only there to be Obi-Wan’s practice dummy and he was the one that was going to end up on his back in the guise of teaching Obi-Wan to protect himself using the Force.
“Blasters can be easy discarded, as can lightsabers, it is why we learn at least basic hand to hand combat.”
“What if your adversaries don’t have hands?” Obi-Wan muttered, Anakin knew that he was remembering the four tentacled ambassador from a world that Anakin couldn’t pronounce unless he suddenly developed another tongue.
“Now you’re just being difficult,” Qui-Gon chastised.
He’d motioned Anakin away from the wall and had showed Obi-Wan how to signal the start of practice and then Anakin spent the entire afternoon getting flipped onto his back with more force then he thought was strictly necessary for a practice session.
At least it was helping Obi-Wan deal with some of his untapped anger, though Anakin thought that he’d be happier when the anger was gone and he wasn’t quite so bruised when he sat down.
They would eat dinner, together in Anakin and Qui-Gon’s apartments, then meditate once more before bed.
Anakin wasn’t sure how long Qui-Gon could keep it up before Obi-Wan figured it out but he determined that any head start they gave Obi-Wan on protecting himself was a good thing, as was keeping him there because Anakin was still holding out for the kiss that he’d seen.
He knew it had to be coming soon.
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Obi-Wan determined that learning to protect himself might not have been a bad idea.
The day started out quiet and then erupted into a firestorm of activity and despair and anger. Though the Jedi purported to not allow themselves to feel those emotions.
The report came in at lunchtime, two Jedi murdered.
By dinner there were whispers that they’d been killed by an unknown assailant that had been versed in the Jedi arts.
So fear was then added into the mix.
Obi-Wan ducked out of the way to avoid getting run over by two Jedi on the run, he glanced after them and amended it to a Jedi and her Padawan. Because he could see the long braid down the younger of the pairs back.
He had learned about the Jedi without meaning to and he realized that he was assimilating. He couldn’t remember muttering anything about going home that morning.
He didn’t allow himself to think that when he thought and talked of going home he was talking about the little apartment that he shared with Anakin and Qui-Gon.
He didn’t think about how, if he left, he would miss the friends that he’d made here, the budding ‘something’ that had sprung up between him and Anakin without asking him. It had appeared one morning and had never left and he had found himself leaning on Anakin more, trusting his judgment and actually listening to him.
He liked the younger man, even though he thought him prone to fits of melodrama and sometimes imagining horrid things happening that had no basis in reality.
But even with that he thought that eventually that ‘something’ might even evolve into something more and he couldn’t see himself back on his home world without Anakin there with him, sometimes he couldn’t picture himself there at all anymore, let alone trying to fit Anakin into the picture.
He thought he might have changed too much in the few months he’d been with the Jedi.
He palmed himself into the little apartment, and found Anakin waiting for him, bag at his feet. Obi-Wan wondered if he was to be left alone as Anakin and Qui-Gon went to deal with Jedi affairs elsewhere.
“I think you were right,” Anakin started and Obi-Wan’s brow wrinkled and he clasped his hands together. “I’ve booked you passage on a ship leaving in a few hours…”
“What did you see?” Obi-Wan asked, not caring that he was being rude and interrupting what was most likely a speech that Anakin had spent the majority of the day preparing.
They’d made him stay when he would have left and now that he was settling in and ready to maybe (possibly, he was still undecided as to the wisdom of learning the Jedi arts) learn the things that they wanted to teach him they wished to send him away?
Anakin would have had another vision of some sort to push the younger man into deciding to take that route.
“What would make you say…?”
“You forced me to stay, almost against my will at times and now you want me to leave. It does not take a genius to figure out that you’ve seen or heard something that causes you to think that I would be safer elsewhere.”
Anakin stared at him and then dragged a hand through his hair, visibly agitated.
“You were dead, I saw you dead at my feet and there was nothing that I could do to… there was nothing that I could do and I won’t allow you to die, not if I can’t prevent it.”
“You can’t prevent death, if it is coming it comes and nothing you can do will stop it. If you think sending me away will accomplish this you are a fool and I thought you more intelligent then that. Because if you don’t realize that this Darkness that you say is coming will not follow me to my home and destroy it to get to me once it is finished with you.”
“I don’t know, I just can’t,” Anakin turned away. “I just know that you can’t die.”
“Then teach me.”
Anakin turned back to him, surprise evident on his face before it smoothed away into an expression that Obi-Wan couldn’t read.
“You don’t want to learn how to be a Jedi.”
“If it prevents me from dying then I’ll learn whatever skills will help in that,” Obi-Wan took two steps forward stopped in front of Anakin. He didn’t know what the rest of his life held, if he would be killed regardless of what the Jedi taught him, if he would be sent away with the children in the guise of protecting them.
He knew, with utmost certainty that came from someplace deep within, that he would not return to his home. He would never set foot again on his home planet.
He would live the rest of his days, however long they might be with the Jedi, with Anakin and Qui-Gon and if he died, he died. He knew nothing Anakin did would prevent that, he knew that he would not want him to try.
Death in battle was admirable, honorable; if he had to die he would choose no other method then that. Though he had hoped, at one time, for a painless one.
Obi-Wan touched Anakin’s cheek with one hand, his hip with the other. Leaned forward and touched their lips together chastely, then drew back.
“Maybe we’ll save each other in the end,” he murmured and Anakin nodded wordlessly.
“Teach me,” he said in a whisper.
“Okay.”
****************************************
I can’t believe it’s been almost a year and a half since I posted any of this. Have the eighth and final chapter in my Alternate Universe Obi-Wan Healer Fic. There might be more in this universe to come, but for now this is it.
Obi-Wan didn’t know what to make of this strange place that he’d been brought. Where little green men, who insisted that he call him Master Yoda, hobbled to him and banged him on the knees with sticks and told him that his entire life needed to be reorganized.
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 |
TITLE: Not titled yet…
RATING: PG for violence, language
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 8
Obi-Wan didn’t know what to make of this strange place that he’d been brought. Where little green men, who insisted that he call him Master Yoda, hobbled to him and banged him on the knees with sticks and told him that his entire life needed to be reorganized.
That he needed to be trained to use powers that he’d been using since he was a child but, according to the little green man, had been using all wrong.
“Much more your gifts can be used for than just healing.”
There seemed to be no one that understood that he didn’t want to change his entire life.
He wanted to go home, the sooner the better.
He didn’t think he was going to get his wish.
Anakin was pleased and Qui-Gon though silent, also seemed pleased. Yoda seemed pleased.
Obi-Wan hadn’t yet returned to the Healers Ward but he was sure that they were pleased as well.
Everyone was pleased but him, and he was tempted to just try and get home himself. He would have done just that if he hadn’t thought that Anakin would be thirty seconds behind him scowling the entire time with Qui-Gon backing him up with a stern look and crossed arms.
Obi-Wan rubbed at his forehead, he never got headaches but he thought he could feel one coming on.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked from the doorway, he hadn’t even heard the door open.
“I was in the Jedi Temple once,” he said softly, he didn’t look up, he didn’t need to. He knew that Anakin was staring at him and Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what he saw when he stared so intently but he was positive that it wasn’t him. “I was snatched from my family and presented as if I were a grand prize. I was happy when they told me that I was too old to be trained, that they were going to return me to my home.”
Anakin was silent for long moments. “I’m sorry that was your first introduction to the Jedi.”
“When I was returned home I was shunned because I was taken in the first place, the friends that I’d had would not speak to me, their parents blamed mine for allowing me to be taken in the first place. My parents stopped sending me to school, taught me at home instead because they were fearful of how cruel children could be.”
Anakin moved forward slowly, kneeled in front of him.
“They knew that I was different though, special enough to be taken from them at any rate. There was a crazy old hermit that lived on the outskirts of our settlement that was rumored to have strange and wondrous abilities, they brought me to him and demanded that he teach me how to protect myself, how to use whatever gifts the Holy Mother had graced me with.”
“Obi-Wan.”
“You can’t force me to stay here,” he stated. Anakin stiffened and when he met his eyes there was surprise and some emotion that he couldn’t read there.
“There is a great darkness coming,” Anakin said softly.
“No darkness has touched me, no darkness threatens me. I would know if something was lurking to harm me.”
“The darkness is shrouded in the Force, no one sees it though some do claim to feel it. It’ll destroy all of us, all Jedi. And once it has destroyed us it’ll destroy all those that have even a hint of the Force trickling through their veins.”
“I’m a Healer,” Obi-Wan said firmly. “I can’t do those things that you can, I don’t want to do those things.”
“Not even to protect yourself?”
Every line from his vision had been uttered in exactly the same manner that he’d seen them. Even Obi-Wan telling him about his first visit to the Jedi Temple had been similar in tone, though some words had been expanded as his explanation had been a long one.
The one line changed and it was the anger and defiance that had once marked Obi-Wan saying that he couldn’t be forced to stay at the Temple.
Instead he’d uttered it softly, the defiance still there but the anger not visible.
He wondered what had changed.
They were at a stale-mate.
Anakin firm that Obi-Wan was going to be a Jedi, Obi-Wan just as firm that it would happen over his dead body. He was a Healer, not a fighter.
Anakin had forgotten how sneaky Qui-Gon had proved himself to be.
It had taken him two days to realize what Qui-Gon was up to, and Obi-Wan, who had his eyes firmly locked on Anakin in suspicion, was not paying any attention to Qui-Gon’s dealings with him.
Qui-Gon had developed a schedule that looked nothing like the training schedule that Jedi Padawan’s were following. But it contained some of the basics and it took the afternoon sessions of the second day for Anakin to put the pieces together.
Meditation in the morning, with the reasoning, “It’s relaxing, soothing, it’ll help your injuries heal faster.”
Some books to be read, Jedi History because Qui-Gon insisted that Obi-Wan couldn’t hate all Jedi if he didn’t know anything about them.
Then the training salle’s in the afternoon, “If you won’t at least learn the basic skills that we would teach you as a Jedi then at least learn to protect yourself.”
“I have a blaster,” Obi-Wan had said with a sulky glare at Anakin on the first day. Anakin, who was lounging against the wall, wasn’t doing anything so he wasn’t sure why he was being glared at.
He was pretty sure that he was only there to be Obi-Wan’s practice dummy and he was the one that was going to end up on his back in the guise of teaching Obi-Wan to protect himself using the Force.
“Blasters can be easy discarded, as can lightsabers, it is why we learn at least basic hand to hand combat.”
“What if your adversaries don’t have hands?” Obi-Wan muttered, Anakin knew that he was remembering the four tentacled ambassador from a world that Anakin couldn’t pronounce unless he suddenly developed another tongue.
“Now you’re just being difficult,” Qui-Gon chastised.
He’d motioned Anakin away from the wall and had showed Obi-Wan how to signal the start of practice and then Anakin spent the entire afternoon getting flipped onto his back with more force then he thought was strictly necessary for a practice session.
At least it was helping Obi-Wan deal with some of his untapped anger, though Anakin thought that he’d be happier when the anger was gone and he wasn’t quite so bruised when he sat down.
They would eat dinner, together in Anakin and Qui-Gon’s apartments, then meditate once more before bed.
Anakin wasn’t sure how long Qui-Gon could keep it up before Obi-Wan figured it out but he determined that any head start they gave Obi-Wan on protecting himself was a good thing, as was keeping him there because Anakin was still holding out for the kiss that he’d seen.
He knew it had to be coming soon.
Obi-Wan determined that learning to protect himself might not have been a bad idea.
The day started out quiet and then erupted into a firestorm of activity and despair and anger. Though the Jedi purported to not allow themselves to feel those emotions.
The report came in at lunchtime, two Jedi murdered.
By dinner there were whispers that they’d been killed by an unknown assailant that had been versed in the Jedi arts.
So fear was then added into the mix.
Obi-Wan ducked out of the way to avoid getting run over by two Jedi on the run, he glanced after them and amended it to a Jedi and her Padawan. Because he could see the long braid down the younger of the pairs back.
He had learned about the Jedi without meaning to and he realized that he was assimilating. He couldn’t remember muttering anything about going home that morning.
He didn’t allow himself to think that when he thought and talked of going home he was talking about the little apartment that he shared with Anakin and Qui-Gon.
He didn’t think about how, if he left, he would miss the friends that he’d made here, the budding ‘something’ that had sprung up between him and Anakin without asking him. It had appeared one morning and had never left and he had found himself leaning on Anakin more, trusting his judgment and actually listening to him.
He liked the younger man, even though he thought him prone to fits of melodrama and sometimes imagining horrid things happening that had no basis in reality.
But even with that he thought that eventually that ‘something’ might even evolve into something more and he couldn’t see himself back on his home world without Anakin there with him, sometimes he couldn’t picture himself there at all anymore, let alone trying to fit Anakin into the picture.
He thought he might have changed too much in the few months he’d been with the Jedi.
He palmed himself into the little apartment, and found Anakin waiting for him, bag at his feet. Obi-Wan wondered if he was to be left alone as Anakin and Qui-Gon went to deal with Jedi affairs elsewhere.
“I think you were right,” Anakin started and Obi-Wan’s brow wrinkled and he clasped his hands together. “I’ve booked you passage on a ship leaving in a few hours…”
“What did you see?” Obi-Wan asked, not caring that he was being rude and interrupting what was most likely a speech that Anakin had spent the majority of the day preparing.
They’d made him stay when he would have left and now that he was settling in and ready to maybe (possibly, he was still undecided as to the wisdom of learning the Jedi arts) learn the things that they wanted to teach him they wished to send him away?
Anakin would have had another vision of some sort to push the younger man into deciding to take that route.
“What would make you say…?”
“You forced me to stay, almost against my will at times and now you want me to leave. It does not take a genius to figure out that you’ve seen or heard something that causes you to think that I would be safer elsewhere.”
Anakin stared at him and then dragged a hand through his hair, visibly agitated.
“You were dead, I saw you dead at my feet and there was nothing that I could do to… there was nothing that I could do and I won’t allow you to die, not if I can’t prevent it.”
“You can’t prevent death, if it is coming it comes and nothing you can do will stop it. If you think sending me away will accomplish this you are a fool and I thought you more intelligent then that. Because if you don’t realize that this Darkness that you say is coming will not follow me to my home and destroy it to get to me once it is finished with you.”
“I don’t know, I just can’t,” Anakin turned away. “I just know that you can’t die.”
“Then teach me.”
Anakin turned back to him, surprise evident on his face before it smoothed away into an expression that Obi-Wan couldn’t read.
“You don’t want to learn how to be a Jedi.”
“If it prevents me from dying then I’ll learn whatever skills will help in that,” Obi-Wan took two steps forward stopped in front of Anakin. He didn’t know what the rest of his life held, if he would be killed regardless of what the Jedi taught him, if he would be sent away with the children in the guise of protecting them.
He knew, with utmost certainty that came from someplace deep within, that he would not return to his home. He would never set foot again on his home planet.
He would live the rest of his days, however long they might be with the Jedi, with Anakin and Qui-Gon and if he died, he died. He knew nothing Anakin did would prevent that, he knew that he would not want him to try.
Death in battle was admirable, honorable; if he had to die he would choose no other method then that. Though he had hoped, at one time, for a painless one.
Obi-Wan touched Anakin’s cheek with one hand, his hip with the other. Leaned forward and touched their lips together chastely, then drew back.
“Maybe we’ll save each other in the end,” he murmured and Anakin nodded wordlessly.
“Teach me,” he said in a whisper.
“Okay.”