My Dorky Fanfiction
It's slashy, so do not read if you don't want. I'm just putting it here so I can link to it.
Title: Unbalanced
Characters: Obi-Wan! (Because he is TEH OSM)
Setting: Oh god, it leaps everywhere, but the main main timeline is 1 month after RotS
Pairing: Ok, it's not sexual but very implied Obi/Ani
Synopsis: A Sith Lord screwing with time. People coming back from the dead and lots of angst and such. And, above all, lots of Obi-Wan!
Disclaimer: Chapter 1 uses word for word dialogue from TPM and AotC. This is just to set things up. I am not making any money off of this and Star Wars remains the property of George Lucas
Prologue
He was alone. The sand could not speak, the simple clay walls were silent, and the voice of his former master could not be heard, no matter how hard he tried.
“Hear me, master,” Obi-Wan whispered, huddled in the corner of his home. The Tatooine winds tore at the small building, enraged at its presence. He had struggled to calm himself to the point where the Force would envelop him in peace, but the events which had exiled him here still echoed in his mind, blinding him.
He had killed a friend, and then watched as his children were orphaned by the weakness of his wife. Padmé had given up, foolishly forgetting her own children. She had clung to Anakin so strongly that she did not see the hope lying within her twin children. They could have had a mother, a mother to-
No.
He suppressed the anger, smoothing it out. It had not been Padmé’s fault. It had not been Anakin’s fault. The Sith had destroyed the Skywalker family, leaving their heirs to be raised in necessary ignorance. The children were safe. Safe from the Sith. Safe from the danger surrounding their own names.
Leia was being raised a princess by Bail Organa on the beautiful, peaceful world of Alderaan. She would be loved and cared for by one of the few people left in the galaxy he could trust.
Luke was with his uncle and newly married wife on Tatooine, far from Obi-Wan. The temptation to whisk Luke away and teach him the Jedi ways always lurked in Obi-Wan’s mind, but he dare not. The son of Anakin Skywalker would be a powerful Jedi. Such a presence would surely alert the Sith to his location. And the Dark side preyed heavily on those with power. Luke must stay where he is.
Master Yoda had similarly exiled himself on the life-rich world of Dagobah, masking his presence with the natural Force currents that permeated the primal world.
Obi-Wan did not hate the harsh, violent temperament of Tatooine. Such original simplicity was a welcome cloak, protecting him from the evil that was spreading throughout the galaxy. The Galactic Empire was no doubt infecting every system it could. Emperor Palpatine, formerly the Chancellor of the Republic, now had soldiers, weapons, and entire star systems ready to carry out his every whim. His single-minded purpose - to gain power.
The wind died down slightly as did Obi-Wan’s emotions. What happened, happened for a reason. Anakin was too dangerous, too consumed by his own negativity to be saved. Padmé was too naïve to raise her children. They would have been discovered and captured by the Empire. Her time had come, and the children had been protected by her death, however tragic it had been. Everything in the Force had its time.
Obi-Wan stopped shivering and centered himself, allowing his mind to expand like a cloud of vapor. The tiny spark appeared in the darkness, vibrating with a resonant tone. Obi-Wan felt the resonance and harmonized himself with it. The spark grew and drifted towards him, expanding. Then, like a switch clicking on, he was there, surrounded by the Force. Peace. Light. Hope. He stretched out, searching for his master. Faces and events drifted by him. A birth. A kiss. A discovery. The faces he didn’t know, but their happiness flowed through him. Then another face appeared. A face he did know. Qui-Gon Jinn smiled and moved towards him. The other faces vanished as Qui-Gon fully materialized, appearing as a ghost, glowing azure in the darkness.
Something was wrong.
Qui-Gon ran towards Obi-Wan, recognition and fear flashing across his face. He spoke.
“We were wrong! Obi-Wan, listen to me. There was more to the prophecy. Something yet has to happen before it can be fulfilled. Please, Obi-Wan!”
Qui-Gon vanished. Obi-Wan’s connection vanished. His eyes opened suddenly and waves of nausea flooded over him. He took a few slow breaths and calmed himself. It was dark outside. He was in the same room. He was still alone. Something was different, though.
He was afraid.
Chapter 1
13 years earlier
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon followed the silvery droid, TC-14. He glanced over at the older Jedi’s face. Calm, alert and caring. If ever there was something troubling him he never let it show on his face. Obi-Wan sensed something troubling his master, but paid little attention to it. The Trade Federation was not something to be wholly trusted. Though seemingly honorable, there were too many unanswered questions. Too many skeletons in the closet to be ignored. Anxiety surrounding negotiations with them was to be expected
The droid led them into a small conference room and said something, but Obi-Wan wasn’t listening. Outside the window, the planet of Naboo sat peacefully amongst the stars, completely unaware of the massive fleet surrounding it like a manacle, choking it slowly.
Images surfaced in Obi-Wan’s mind and then vanished. Though he worked to control it, his mind was too flippant, too curious about the galaxy around him to shut out everything. It was a flaw, but it was a flaw that Obi-Wan couldn’t easily let go of. The Force was too grand to be ignored.
An image. A face. Himself? A much older version of him. He was…he was…what was he doing? It looked like he was picking flowers in a field. That can’t be right. He was crying. Sadness. Anger. Fear. Emotions flooded his mind for the barest instant, then vanished. He blinked.
He drew back his hood at the same time as his master. “I have a bad feeling about this,” he said, almost automatically.
His master’s face remained calm. “I don’t sense anything.”
Curiosity got the better of him. “It’s not about the mission, master. It’s something…elsewhere…elusive.”
“Don’t center on your anxieties, Obi-Wan. Keep your concentration here and now where it belongs.” His voice remained calm and soothing.
Frustration tinged his voice as he replied, “But Master Yoda said I should be mindful of the future.”
“But not at the expense of the moment. Be mindful of the living force, young padawan.”
“Yes, master.” Obi-Wan replied. The sound of his master’s voice calmed him and the image faded from his memory. The pair walked to the window and surveyed the calm planet.
The image completely faded from Obi-Wan’s mind, forgotten.
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10 years later
He was fidgeting like an insect, adjusting his cloak endlessly. Obi-Wan spoke to him, hoping his words would mask his own feelings.
“You seem a little on edge,” Obi-Wan said nonchalantly.
“Not at all.” Anakin replied simply. He stopped fidgeting and stood straight. Like a Jedi should.
Obi-Wan continued. “I haven’t felt you this tense since...” he paused minutely, searching for a memory. “Since we fell into that nest of gundarks.”
Anakin turned to him. “You fell into that nightmare, master, and I rescued you, remember?”
Anakin’s mind was elsewhere, clearly. Obi-Wan stopped prodding. “Oh….yes.” The true ridiculousness of what had actually happened made Obi-Wan chuckle. There was little danger, but all the same, Anakin had raced to his aid thoughtlessly. Obi-Wan longed for those days. Traveling the galaxy with his padawan, the bond between them growing ever stronger each day.
Obi-Wan glanced over at Anakin. Though he was smiling, his brow was damp with beads of perspiration.
“You’re sweating. Relax. Take a deep breath.” Obi-Wan said, abandoning the staunch Jedi master mask and donning the friendly mask he had grown so accustomed to all these years.
“I haven’t seen her in ten years, master.” Anakin said, his eyes showing fear, uncertainty and something much more dangerous - love. He loved her. It was because of her that Obi-Wan remained silent. His love for Anakin could never be more than that of a brother. Even though Anakin was forbidden from ever acting on this love for Padmé, the feelings existed. Out of respect for his padawan, Obi-Wan would never attempt to banish those feelings.
Keeping his own frustrations buried, Obi-Wan maintained a brave face, smiling happily as the elevator hummed up the side of the building.
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3000 years earlier
The room was silent. All faces frozen in shock at the announcement.
The tall man at the front of the room continued. “It is time the Sith took charge of the galaxy. I know what you’re thinking, but believe me, we will not truly be the ruling force in this galaxy until we have conquered Time itself. We are more powerful than the Jedi. I say we prove it!”
The room erupted with applause as the back wall parted, revealing a sleek black craft.
“I give you the pride of the Sith - The Knife of Time!”
The roar of applause grew, joined with thundering shouts of “Hail Lord Andrian!”
With a dramatic sweep of his cloak, Darth Andrian boarded the deadly ship, activated it, and vanished with a silent explosion of light.
Title: Unbalanced
Characters: Obi-Wan! (Because he is TEH OSM)
Setting: Oh god, it leaps everywhere, but the main main timeline is 1 month after RotS
Pairing: Ok, it's not sexual but very implied Obi/Ani
Synopsis: A Sith Lord screwing with time. People coming back from the dead and lots of angst and such. And, above all, lots of Obi-Wan!
Disclaimer: Chapter 1 uses word for word dialogue from TPM and AotC. This is just to set things up. I am not making any money off of this and Star Wars remains the property of George Lucas
Prologue
He was alone. The sand could not speak, the simple clay walls were silent, and the voice of his former master could not be heard, no matter how hard he tried.
“Hear me, master,” Obi-Wan whispered, huddled in the corner of his home. The Tatooine winds tore at the small building, enraged at its presence. He had struggled to calm himself to the point where the Force would envelop him in peace, but the events which had exiled him here still echoed in his mind, blinding him.
He had killed a friend, and then watched as his children were orphaned by the weakness of his wife. Padmé had given up, foolishly forgetting her own children. She had clung to Anakin so strongly that she did not see the hope lying within her twin children. They could have had a mother, a mother to-
No.
He suppressed the anger, smoothing it out. It had not been Padmé’s fault. It had not been Anakin’s fault. The Sith had destroyed the Skywalker family, leaving their heirs to be raised in necessary ignorance. The children were safe. Safe from the Sith. Safe from the danger surrounding their own names.
Leia was being raised a princess by Bail Organa on the beautiful, peaceful world of Alderaan. She would be loved and cared for by one of the few people left in the galaxy he could trust.
Luke was with his uncle and newly married wife on Tatooine, far from Obi-Wan. The temptation to whisk Luke away and teach him the Jedi ways always lurked in Obi-Wan’s mind, but he dare not. The son of Anakin Skywalker would be a powerful Jedi. Such a presence would surely alert the Sith to his location. And the Dark side preyed heavily on those with power. Luke must stay where he is.
Master Yoda had similarly exiled himself on the life-rich world of Dagobah, masking his presence with the natural Force currents that permeated the primal world.
Obi-Wan did not hate the harsh, violent temperament of Tatooine. Such original simplicity was a welcome cloak, protecting him from the evil that was spreading throughout the galaxy. The Galactic Empire was no doubt infecting every system it could. Emperor Palpatine, formerly the Chancellor of the Republic, now had soldiers, weapons, and entire star systems ready to carry out his every whim. His single-minded purpose - to gain power.
The wind died down slightly as did Obi-Wan’s emotions. What happened, happened for a reason. Anakin was too dangerous, too consumed by his own negativity to be saved. Padmé was too naïve to raise her children. They would have been discovered and captured by the Empire. Her time had come, and the children had been protected by her death, however tragic it had been. Everything in the Force had its time.
Obi-Wan stopped shivering and centered himself, allowing his mind to expand like a cloud of vapor. The tiny spark appeared in the darkness, vibrating with a resonant tone. Obi-Wan felt the resonance and harmonized himself with it. The spark grew and drifted towards him, expanding. Then, like a switch clicking on, he was there, surrounded by the Force. Peace. Light. Hope. He stretched out, searching for his master. Faces and events drifted by him. A birth. A kiss. A discovery. The faces he didn’t know, but their happiness flowed through him. Then another face appeared. A face he did know. Qui-Gon Jinn smiled and moved towards him. The other faces vanished as Qui-Gon fully materialized, appearing as a ghost, glowing azure in the darkness.
Something was wrong.
Qui-Gon ran towards Obi-Wan, recognition and fear flashing across his face. He spoke.
“We were wrong! Obi-Wan, listen to me. There was more to the prophecy. Something yet has to happen before it can be fulfilled. Please, Obi-Wan!”
Qui-Gon vanished. Obi-Wan’s connection vanished. His eyes opened suddenly and waves of nausea flooded over him. He took a few slow breaths and calmed himself. It was dark outside. He was in the same room. He was still alone. Something was different, though.
He was afraid.
Chapter 1
13 years earlier
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon followed the silvery droid, TC-14. He glanced over at the older Jedi’s face. Calm, alert and caring. If ever there was something troubling him he never let it show on his face. Obi-Wan sensed something troubling his master, but paid little attention to it. The Trade Federation was not something to be wholly trusted. Though seemingly honorable, there were too many unanswered questions. Too many skeletons in the closet to be ignored. Anxiety surrounding negotiations with them was to be expected
The droid led them into a small conference room and said something, but Obi-Wan wasn’t listening. Outside the window, the planet of Naboo sat peacefully amongst the stars, completely unaware of the massive fleet surrounding it like a manacle, choking it slowly.
Images surfaced in Obi-Wan’s mind and then vanished. Though he worked to control it, his mind was too flippant, too curious about the galaxy around him to shut out everything. It was a flaw, but it was a flaw that Obi-Wan couldn’t easily let go of. The Force was too grand to be ignored.
An image. A face. Himself? A much older version of him. He was…he was…what was he doing? It looked like he was picking flowers in a field. That can’t be right. He was crying. Sadness. Anger. Fear. Emotions flooded his mind for the barest instant, then vanished. He blinked.
He drew back his hood at the same time as his master. “I have a bad feeling about this,” he said, almost automatically.
His master’s face remained calm. “I don’t sense anything.”
Curiosity got the better of him. “It’s not about the mission, master. It’s something…elsewhere…elusive.”
“Don’t center on your anxieties, Obi-Wan. Keep your concentration here and now where it belongs.” His voice remained calm and soothing.
Frustration tinged his voice as he replied, “But Master Yoda said I should be mindful of the future.”
“But not at the expense of the moment. Be mindful of the living force, young padawan.”
“Yes, master.” Obi-Wan replied. The sound of his master’s voice calmed him and the image faded from his memory. The pair walked to the window and surveyed the calm planet.
The image completely faded from Obi-Wan’s mind, forgotten.
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10 years later
He was fidgeting like an insect, adjusting his cloak endlessly. Obi-Wan spoke to him, hoping his words would mask his own feelings.
“You seem a little on edge,” Obi-Wan said nonchalantly.
“Not at all.” Anakin replied simply. He stopped fidgeting and stood straight. Like a Jedi should.
Obi-Wan continued. “I haven’t felt you this tense since...” he paused minutely, searching for a memory. “Since we fell into that nest of gundarks.”
Anakin turned to him. “You fell into that nightmare, master, and I rescued you, remember?”
Anakin’s mind was elsewhere, clearly. Obi-Wan stopped prodding. “Oh….yes.” The true ridiculousness of what had actually happened made Obi-Wan chuckle. There was little danger, but all the same, Anakin had raced to his aid thoughtlessly. Obi-Wan longed for those days. Traveling the galaxy with his padawan, the bond between them growing ever stronger each day.
Obi-Wan glanced over at Anakin. Though he was smiling, his brow was damp with beads of perspiration.
“You’re sweating. Relax. Take a deep breath.” Obi-Wan said, abandoning the staunch Jedi master mask and donning the friendly mask he had grown so accustomed to all these years.
“I haven’t seen her in ten years, master.” Anakin said, his eyes showing fear, uncertainty and something much more dangerous - love. He loved her. It was because of her that Obi-Wan remained silent. His love for Anakin could never be more than that of a brother. Even though Anakin was forbidden from ever acting on this love for Padmé, the feelings existed. Out of respect for his padawan, Obi-Wan would never attempt to banish those feelings.
Keeping his own frustrations buried, Obi-Wan maintained a brave face, smiling happily as the elevator hummed up the side of the building.
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3000 years earlier
The room was silent. All faces frozen in shock at the announcement.
The tall man at the front of the room continued. “It is time the Sith took charge of the galaxy. I know what you’re thinking, but believe me, we will not truly be the ruling force in this galaxy until we have conquered Time itself. We are more powerful than the Jedi. I say we prove it!”
The room erupted with applause as the back wall parted, revealing a sleek black craft.
“I give you the pride of the Sith - The Knife of Time!”
The roar of applause grew, joined with thundering shouts of “Hail Lord Andrian!”
With a dramatic sweep of his cloak, Darth Andrian boarded the deadly ship, activated it, and vanished with a silent explosion of light.