Go Up to the Sky; hc_bingo
Title: Go Up to the Sky
Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: Wild Card (Motion Sickness)
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 518
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: A small snippet of Obi-Wan and Anakin's friendship before everything goes wrong.
AN: Part one of a small series of fics. (Names of the fic and the series come from "Bon Bon Chocolat" by EVERGLOW.)
Obi-Wan hates Anakin! Hates him with all his heart!
The wind whips past them as Obi-Wan rolls the window down, and he quickly rolls it back up before he can hear anything alarming.
He thinks they’re going twice as fast as the speed limit, and Obi-Wan instinctively closes his eyes every time he can feel the car change speed. He fears colliding into a car, even if the road seems to be devoid of all human life.
His thoughts abruptly end and his stomach lurches when Anakin makes a sharp right turn.
‘Deep breaths,’ he repeats to himself. ‘Take deep breaths.’ It’s slightly easier to ignore the pounding headache and the nausea that threatens to overtake him once he’s taken a few deep breaths through his nose.
But he doesn’t hate him too much. He keeps that to himself; he doesn’t want Anakin thinking that he likes speeding on an abandoned road at night.
He closes his eyes to avoid seeing the trees flash by, a blur as Anakin tests the speed of this car. Obi-Wan also hopes that the police doesn’t catch them, again, so he won’t be subjected to another lecture about how he’s supposed to keep Anakin from doing things like speeding on a road.
Maybe resting his head on his knees will be more effective for dealing with everything-if he can’t see anything, he won’t be affected. At least, that’s the logic he applies when he pulls his knees up and rests his head on them.
The headache recedes a bit more, but the nausea lasts. He thinks it’s a side-effect of riding with Anakin too often, the nausea, much like Pavlov’s dog’s instinctual reaction, and he silently sighs as he can feel the car slowing down, finally.
Obi-Wan hopes that he can last long enough to touch ground before his stomach upheaves its contents. He groans softly when he feels the car stop suddenly. It takes him a few seconds, but he manages to open the car door.
He stumbles out of the car, feeling weak and nauseous, and it doesn’t help when he thinks about the past half hour spent in the car.
Leaning against a tree, Obi-Wan slowly feels himself sliding down until he’s sitting on the ground. He wants to get back into his former position, arms wrapped around his knees, but he doesn’t feel like his limbs are up for that, again.
The nightmare is over-for tonight, he hopes-and Obi-Wan feels like laying on the ground. It’ll be more comfortable than going back for a joyride with Anakin. When he feels better, and willing to move from where he’s sitting, Obi-Wan will demand that Anakin allows him to drive this time.
Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything as he feels Anakin’s comforting hand rubbing against his back. It helps the nausea to recede just a bit, and he takes a few more deep breaths to fight against it.
He finds their friendship a bit odd, but he also appreciates their banter and camaraderie. At least, he does when he’s not worrying about becoming a stain on the road.
Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: Wild Card (Motion Sickness)
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 518
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: A small snippet of Obi-Wan and Anakin's friendship before everything goes wrong.
AN: Part one of a small series of fics. (Names of the fic and the series come from "Bon Bon Chocolat" by EVERGLOW.)
Obi-Wan hates Anakin! Hates him with all his heart!
The wind whips past them as Obi-Wan rolls the window down, and he quickly rolls it back up before he can hear anything alarming.
He thinks they’re going twice as fast as the speed limit, and Obi-Wan instinctively closes his eyes every time he can feel the car change speed. He fears colliding into a car, even if the road seems to be devoid of all human life.
His thoughts abruptly end and his stomach lurches when Anakin makes a sharp right turn.
‘Deep breaths,’ he repeats to himself. ‘Take deep breaths.’ It’s slightly easier to ignore the pounding headache and the nausea that threatens to overtake him once he’s taken a few deep breaths through his nose.
But he doesn’t hate him too much. He keeps that to himself; he doesn’t want Anakin thinking that he likes speeding on an abandoned road at night.
He closes his eyes to avoid seeing the trees flash by, a blur as Anakin tests the speed of this car. Obi-Wan also hopes that the police doesn’t catch them, again, so he won’t be subjected to another lecture about how he’s supposed to keep Anakin from doing things like speeding on a road.
Maybe resting his head on his knees will be more effective for dealing with everything-if he can’t see anything, he won’t be affected. At least, that’s the logic he applies when he pulls his knees up and rests his head on them.
The headache recedes a bit more, but the nausea lasts. He thinks it’s a side-effect of riding with Anakin too often, the nausea, much like Pavlov’s dog’s instinctual reaction, and he silently sighs as he can feel the car slowing down, finally.
Obi-Wan hopes that he can last long enough to touch ground before his stomach upheaves its contents. He groans softly when he feels the car stop suddenly. It takes him a few seconds, but he manages to open the car door.
He stumbles out of the car, feeling weak and nauseous, and it doesn’t help when he thinks about the past half hour spent in the car.
Leaning against a tree, Obi-Wan slowly feels himself sliding down until he’s sitting on the ground. He wants to get back into his former position, arms wrapped around his knees, but he doesn’t feel like his limbs are up for that, again.
The nightmare is over-for tonight, he hopes-and Obi-Wan feels like laying on the ground. It’ll be more comfortable than going back for a joyride with Anakin. When he feels better, and willing to move from where he’s sitting, Obi-Wan will demand that Anakin allows him to drive this time.
Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything as he feels Anakin’s comforting hand rubbing against his back. It helps the nausea to recede just a bit, and he takes a few more deep breaths to fight against it.
He finds their friendship a bit odd, but he also appreciates their banter and camaraderie. At least, he does when he’s not worrying about becoming a stain on the road.