AU OT-ish SW ficbit
(If you can easily read that subject line on the first try, you, like me, have Been In Fandom Too Long.)
How is it that a) I'm writing Star Wars fic, and b) that I'm writing Star Wars fic that has an implied sort-of threesome from the prequel movies, of which I only saw (and was severely unimpressed by) one?
Anyway. Alternate Universe, implied--lightly!--threesome and slash, some references to the prequels which I hope I'm more-or-less getting right, and hopefully I'm getting the character voice right, too. This is my first SW fic, and I never thought I'd write this. Also, the subject line is a bit misleading; this isn't strictly Original Trilogy, though I definitely love love those movies.
In addition, this is a fic genre that is probably so cliche that anyone who ever wants to write SW fic is probably required to write at least one, so here's my contribution to the pile. Um, cliches! Gotta love 'em!
The second sun was near to setting on Tattooine--this being that time of the year when there was a good hour stretched between the sunsets--when Obi-Wan dragged himself to the Lars homestead. Owen greeted him with cold eyes, but Beru noticed the way he was hobbling along.
"May I come inside for a moment of your time, Owen?"
Owen Lars' face twisted as though he would spit, but instead he said, "Come in," with grudging, superficial politeness. Obi-Wan limped inside, and it was only once he was safely inside the door that Owen noticed the bundle in the Jedi's arms.
"What's this?"
Obi-Wan met Owen's eyes firmly, for all that his body did not seem up to any strenuous task. "Your nephew."
Owen nearly choked. "And you brought him here?"
Beru gently took the sleeping baby and gestured further into the homestead. "Downstairs would be more comfortable," she said, and navigated her way down the stairs to the living area. Obi-Wan caught Owen's eyes again.
"Anakin--or what is left of him--does not know the child lived."
Owen visibly sighed in relief. His step-brother was...intensely protective when it came to family. Any nephews or neices would likely have never met their uncle and aunt without Anakin looming over the whole affair.
"You're sure?"
"As positive as I can be," Obi-Wan said. He took the stairs much slower than Owen did, but he managed them with only a few moments of difficulty.
"And you want to leave him here." Owen's voice was flat and dry; Obi-Wan ducked his head.
"He has no interest in returning to Tattooine, or even thinking of it," Obi-Wan said, and gratefully fell into the chair Beru offered him. "He will not think to even search for his child--he thinks the child died along with his wife."
Beru shared a glance with her husband, and held the baby with the instincts of a natural mother. "What's his name?"
"Luke. Padme lived to name him, but not much long after that."
"Luke Skywalker," Beru said softly. Owen shifted, still on his feet.
"Skywalker isn't a good name to use," he said, but Obi-Wan shook his head.
"Vader has divorced himself from that name, this planet--anything that had to do with Anakin Skywalker, Vader is determined to ignore or destroy." Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably, and continued. "You aren't about to go trumpeting your relationship with the new regime, and you live here; two very good reasons for Vader to ignore you completely." He shifted again, and glanced towards the stairs with only a little distaste. "I must be off soon. If you won't take him, Owen, I need to know now."
Owen scowled at him. Obi Wan could not blame him, given what he was asking.
"We'll take him in," he said at last. "If you're sure he'll be overlooked here."
"I'm sure." Obi-Wan dragged himself to his feet. "I, on the other hand, will not be, and I must be going."
"He's hunting you?" Owen snapped. Obi-Wan paused, debated. He rubbed one hand over his left wrist.
"He is," Obi Wan said. "You know how...possessive he can be, I trust?"
"Somewhat," Owen said.
"He will not know to look for a Luke Skywalker. Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the other hand, is another matter." He gave Owen a weak smile. "Rather distinctive."
"Where will you go?" Beru asked. Her eyes lingered on the way Obi-Wan held himself, gingerly leaning against the sloping couch.
"I was planning on disappearing into the wastelands not far from here, to tell the truth," he said. Owen glared at him, and Obi-Wan bowed his head. "A mere neighbor, nothing more, Owen. Luke will not be my apprentice."
Owen relaxed a little at that. "If you're going to be a neighbor, it can wait till morning," he said, gruff. "It's dangerous at night."
"I fear he will track me here," Obi-Wan said. "I will return, but I must leave as soon as possible, do a little more planet jumping. Make my trail hard to follow. Then I'll double-back and retreat to the wastes. It's safest."
"It sounds exhausting," Beru began, but Obi-Wan shook his head.
"It needs to be done," he said. "I'd like to stay, but I must be going."
"Have you been travelling under your own name?" Owen asked, and Obi-Wan shook his head again.
"A false one," he said. "Ben Longsight. I'll use a few more before I'm back."
"Let us know when you return," Beru said. Luke was quiet in her arms, quieter than he'd been most of the journey. "I'll worry, otherwise."
"Of course," Obi-Wan said. He nodded to her, and gave a deeper nod to Owen.
"I can fly you to Anchorhead," Owen said, a tenative offer, but the Jedi shook his head.
"Too dangerous," he said. "I'm headed for Mos Eisley, any road. I do appreciate the offer, though." He gave Owen a smile and flicked the hood of his cloak over his face. "I will get in touch with you when I return, for Beru's peace of mind," he said, and slowly made his way back up the stairs.
The heat of the day was rapidly cooling, and Obi-Wan hurried back as fast as he dared to the rented speeder, the other reason he did not want Owen Lars' name to connect to his own. Renting from gangsters and then owing them extra was no good, and he didn't wish to stick Owen with the kind of attention that would bring.
In Mos Eisley, he could find a transport that wouldn't ask questions--much like the one that had brought him here. A few more planets, a few more systems, and Vader would lose him, because Obi-Wan would be rid of any markings the man had on him, and he wouldn't be Obi-Wan any longer.
He would be Ben Kenobi, hermit and possibly sometimes more drunk than was socially acceptable, a desolate loner living in the wastes of Tattooine. The only people of note on Tattooine were the Hutts and the rival gangsters.
Nothing to see here; this is not the man you're looking for.
The heavy metal bracelet--which was not entirely a bracelet--weighed on his left wrist, where it hugged the skin and did not seem to give an inch for movement. Vader--before he had been Vader, before Obi-Wan had known--had gifted him with it. Padme had had a similar bracelet, thinner and lighter, but no less proprietary.
Obi-Wan would have it cut off. He had to get to a planet that did not indulge its slavers to do it, but he would do it.
Ben Kenobi would not be wearing anything of note, anything of value, anything that would signal the new Emperor to his hiding spot. Vader was as possessive as Anakin had ever been when it came to those he loved; Padme had found death, where Vader could not follow, but Obi-Wan did not have nor want that option.
How is it that a) I'm writing Star Wars fic, and b) that I'm writing Star Wars fic that has an implied sort-of threesome from the prequel movies, of which I only saw (and was severely unimpressed by) one?
Anyway. Alternate Universe, implied--lightly!--threesome and slash, some references to the prequels which I hope I'm more-or-less getting right, and hopefully I'm getting the character voice right, too. This is my first SW fic, and I never thought I'd write this. Also, the subject line is a bit misleading; this isn't strictly Original Trilogy, though I definitely love love those movies.
In addition, this is a fic genre that is probably so cliche that anyone who ever wants to write SW fic is probably required to write at least one, so here's my contribution to the pile. Um, cliches! Gotta love 'em!
The second sun was near to setting on Tattooine--this being that time of the year when there was a good hour stretched between the sunsets--when Obi-Wan dragged himself to the Lars homestead. Owen greeted him with cold eyes, but Beru noticed the way he was hobbling along.
"May I come inside for a moment of your time, Owen?"
Owen Lars' face twisted as though he would spit, but instead he said, "Come in," with grudging, superficial politeness. Obi-Wan limped inside, and it was only once he was safely inside the door that Owen noticed the bundle in the Jedi's arms.
"What's this?"
Obi-Wan met Owen's eyes firmly, for all that his body did not seem up to any strenuous task. "Your nephew."
Owen nearly choked. "And you brought him here?"
Beru gently took the sleeping baby and gestured further into the homestead. "Downstairs would be more comfortable," she said, and navigated her way down the stairs to the living area. Obi-Wan caught Owen's eyes again.
"Anakin--or what is left of him--does not know the child lived."
Owen visibly sighed in relief. His step-brother was...intensely protective when it came to family. Any nephews or neices would likely have never met their uncle and aunt without Anakin looming over the whole affair.
"You're sure?"
"As positive as I can be," Obi-Wan said. He took the stairs much slower than Owen did, but he managed them with only a few moments of difficulty.
"And you want to leave him here." Owen's voice was flat and dry; Obi-Wan ducked his head.
"He has no interest in returning to Tattooine, or even thinking of it," Obi-Wan said, and gratefully fell into the chair Beru offered him. "He will not think to even search for his child--he thinks the child died along with his wife."
Beru shared a glance with her husband, and held the baby with the instincts of a natural mother. "What's his name?"
"Luke. Padme lived to name him, but not much long after that."
"Luke Skywalker," Beru said softly. Owen shifted, still on his feet.
"Skywalker isn't a good name to use," he said, but Obi-Wan shook his head.
"Vader has divorced himself from that name, this planet--anything that had to do with Anakin Skywalker, Vader is determined to ignore or destroy." Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably, and continued. "You aren't about to go trumpeting your relationship with the new regime, and you live here; two very good reasons for Vader to ignore you completely." He shifted again, and glanced towards the stairs with only a little distaste. "I must be off soon. If you won't take him, Owen, I need to know now."
Owen scowled at him. Obi Wan could not blame him, given what he was asking.
"We'll take him in," he said at last. "If you're sure he'll be overlooked here."
"I'm sure." Obi-Wan dragged himself to his feet. "I, on the other hand, will not be, and I must be going."
"He's hunting you?" Owen snapped. Obi-Wan paused, debated. He rubbed one hand over his left wrist.
"He is," Obi Wan said. "You know how...possessive he can be, I trust?"
"Somewhat," Owen said.
"He will not know to look for a Luke Skywalker. Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the other hand, is another matter." He gave Owen a weak smile. "Rather distinctive."
"Where will you go?" Beru asked. Her eyes lingered on the way Obi-Wan held himself, gingerly leaning against the sloping couch.
"I was planning on disappearing into the wastelands not far from here, to tell the truth," he said. Owen glared at him, and Obi-Wan bowed his head. "A mere neighbor, nothing more, Owen. Luke will not be my apprentice."
Owen relaxed a little at that. "If you're going to be a neighbor, it can wait till morning," he said, gruff. "It's dangerous at night."
"I fear he will track me here," Obi-Wan said. "I will return, but I must leave as soon as possible, do a little more planet jumping. Make my trail hard to follow. Then I'll double-back and retreat to the wastes. It's safest."
"It sounds exhausting," Beru began, but Obi-Wan shook his head.
"It needs to be done," he said. "I'd like to stay, but I must be going."
"Have you been travelling under your own name?" Owen asked, and Obi-Wan shook his head again.
"A false one," he said. "Ben Longsight. I'll use a few more before I'm back."
"Let us know when you return," Beru said. Luke was quiet in her arms, quieter than he'd been most of the journey. "I'll worry, otherwise."
"Of course," Obi-Wan said. He nodded to her, and gave a deeper nod to Owen.
"I can fly you to Anchorhead," Owen said, a tenative offer, but the Jedi shook his head.
"Too dangerous," he said. "I'm headed for Mos Eisley, any road. I do appreciate the offer, though." He gave Owen a smile and flicked the hood of his cloak over his face. "I will get in touch with you when I return, for Beru's peace of mind," he said, and slowly made his way back up the stairs.
The heat of the day was rapidly cooling, and Obi-Wan hurried back as fast as he dared to the rented speeder, the other reason he did not want Owen Lars' name to connect to his own. Renting from gangsters and then owing them extra was no good, and he didn't wish to stick Owen with the kind of attention that would bring.
In Mos Eisley, he could find a transport that wouldn't ask questions--much like the one that had brought him here. A few more planets, a few more systems, and Vader would lose him, because Obi-Wan would be rid of any markings the man had on him, and he wouldn't be Obi-Wan any longer.
He would be Ben Kenobi, hermit and possibly sometimes more drunk than was socially acceptable, a desolate loner living in the wastes of Tattooine. The only people of note on Tattooine were the Hutts and the rival gangsters.
Nothing to see here; this is not the man you're looking for.
The heavy metal bracelet--which was not entirely a bracelet--weighed on his left wrist, where it hugged the skin and did not seem to give an inch for movement. Vader--before he had been Vader, before Obi-Wan had known--had gifted him with it. Padme had had a similar bracelet, thinner and lighter, but no less proprietary.
Obi-Wan would have it cut off. He had to get to a planet that did not indulge its slavers to do it, but he would do it.
Ben Kenobi would not be wearing anything of note, anything of value, anything that would signal the new Emperor to his hiding spot. Vader was as possessive as Anakin had ever been when it came to those he loved; Padme had found death, where Vader could not follow, but Obi-Wan did not have nor want that option.