Untitled fic Star Wars/Batman
This is my first post here, as far as I can remember, so I hope I haven't done anything wrong. Apologies if I have.
Title: Untitled as of yet. Suggestions appreciated.
Author: Bookworm
Fandoms: Star Wars and a certain comic book
Rating: PG 13 ish so far; there WILL be violence
Warnings: Like I said, violence. I can't think of any bad language so far, but I reserve the right to use it. My romance has NOT taken on smut proportionas as of yet, but if it gets steamy, I will warn appropriately. A part of this is action-adventure, but another part is a somewhat sappy romance, so consider yourself warned.
Pairings (if applicable): Obi Wan/OFC
Summary: The Jedi Order takes on a legendary villain
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to their respective creators. I make no money from this, it is done out of love and respect for the various characters and movies represented herein. I have no affiliation with the actors, creators, or owners of those written herein. All original characters belong to me, so please do not use without permission.
This fic involves a teaser and two prologues. To save time, since they're all written at the moment, I'll post all the pre-chapter one stuff in one post.
Yoda had trouble immersing himself in meditation these days. Thus had the taint of the Dark Side, of the Sith had penetrated even into his most cherished, treasured routines. He could feel it skittering around the edges of the Force, like a plague. But when he meditated tonight, there was something different about the by-now familiar taint. Up till now, it had been growing but slowly. So slowly, it was difficult to see that it was, in fact, growing until it was too late. But there was a very abrupt change. Yoda tried to focus on it, to identify this new threat. All he saw was something…green. And then red. Blood; Yoda saw blood. Then he heard…..
Laughter. An insane, mad cackle spread until it was all he could see or hear. He frantically tried to break away from it, but the sound locked him in on itself. Then, he saw a blinding flash of white, and things were dark for a moment, before he returned to himself. Yoda opened his eyes, breathing hard.
Something was coming.
Erin rolled over in her too-small twin bed, unable to sleep. She had always had trouble sleeping. Even when she was little, she had suffered from nightmares, and even night terrors. She had given her parents many a start in the middle of the night with the characteristic screams that come with night terrors. Until her mother, in desperation, had bought her a dream catcher at a local pow wow. After that, there had been no more bad dreams. No more then could be expected of a young child, anyway. But she still had trouble sleeping. She hadn't approached her mother about this. For one thing, it hadn't occurred to her. But the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a bad idea. All her mother would do would be to suggest a sleeping pill. And even though they used an over-the-counter antihistamine as a sleeping pill, rather then the more dangerous prescriptions, Erin still didn't like the idea. Addictive drugs or not, what if she became dependent on the drug to sleep? She didn't like the thought of being dependent on something. There were too many negative consequences for her to treat it lightly. So she resorted to the drug only rarely, and said nothing to her parents. For her father was worse then her mother. She had mentioned her problem to him in passing once. He had simply scorned it. And so it became clear to her that her parents were utterly useless in this regard. Fine; she would find her own solution. Erin let out a sigh, and called on it. Her solution was...different. She had always known that her mind was not like that of most people's. She didn't dare mention this to either of her parents. Only a handful of trusted friends knew anything about it. Her parents would either laugh, or try to force her to give it up. Whatever. The all-too familiar voice formed in her mind, addressed her.
What is it, angel? Can't sleep again? Obi Wan Kenobi. Ever since she first saw Star Wars, she had been fascinated with it, and especially with Old Ben. The old trilogy said little about him, only showing occasional glimpses of a sad, broken man who had lost all of his dreams. Even those occasional fragments made her ache to hold him, until watching episode 4 became all but unbearable. And then came the prequels. The younger actor they hired was certainly attractive, and only made her fall more and more in love with him the more of himself he revealed. It had occurred to her that with this and her imagination, there might be a solution to her problem. At the very least it could help. But she was cautious. With this idea, it would be very easy to loose touch with reality and go insane. She would do it, make no mistake. She was getting to the point where she needed a solution of some kind, or she wouldn't last much longer. But she would be very, very careful never to forget that, however real he may seem, Obi Wan Kenobi did not exist. He was a fictional character. She happened to have a sufficient understanding of his character, and a good enough imagination that she could pretend she spoke to him, that he actually was real. But she never let herself forget that it was, after all, pretend. She inwardly smiled at the sound of his voice. She pictured him laying next to her, cradling her in his arms and gently nuzzling her hair. She mentally wriggled back, snuggling into him.
Yeah, it's that again. Would you mind helping me sleep, baby? She could feel his smile, almost hear the tenderness in his voice.
Not at all, love. Relax. Close you eyes. Erin complied. It wasn't long before she felt her body slowly relaxing, the frantic pace of her mind slowing, and she slipped slowly into sleep.
***
Obi Wan Kenobi was uncomfortable. He rolled over on different sides of his body, trying to find a comfortable position. Not that it did any good. As thick and warm as his cloak was, it couldn't do very much to make the ground a softer place to sleep. He sighed. He may have to refer to his failsafe. He hated doing that. Not that it wasn't enjoyable. It was just...well, it's called a failsafe for a reason. But he would need rest for tomorrow. He sighed. It was inevitable. He began to construct the carefully imagined figure in his mind. A young woman. Short, with dark brown hair cut short. And glasses, though she wouldn't be wearing them when she slept. Once constructed, he mentally placed her curled up in front of him. He could almost imagine he felt the heat of her small body pressed against him. He sighed, mentally wrapped his arms around the figure, and imagined he could smell the soft, exotic scent of her hair. She had told him once it was nothing more then what she used to wash her hair. He had trouble believing it, as stubbornly as the scent clung to her. The way it would rub off on him and remain with him most of the day...
This was not helping him sleep. He silently growled at himself, and forced down thoughts of her attractiveness. There was work to do tomorrow, and this was not the time or place for him to...relieve tension. He would just have to wait until the mission was over. He let out a sigh, and mentally snuggled into her, burying his face in her hair.
***
It wasn’t long before Erin's mind drifted into sleep. Just before she did, she felt a warmth in her mind, and a link. For just a moment, two minds connected.
Count Dooku of Serenno stalked down the hallway in his home. The Clone Wars were not going well lately. The Jedi Order seemed to have advance knowledge of all too many of his movements, and even Sidious was getting irritated. How in the galaxy had they managed to learn so much? He shoved open the doors to his sleeping chambers…and stopped.
On a small table in the room, there was a large brown box, along with his other messages for the day. Dooku frowned, approached it, and saw a message in an envelope on top of the box. He pulled it out… there wasn’t much there. Only a short, written message proclaiming the box being for his eyes only. There was no one else in the room; Dooku was certain that none of the others in the castle at the moment would dare spy on his private chambers. After a bit of trouble with the tape, which he nearly had to draw his lightsaber to get through, he opened the box… only to find another, smaller box inside. He pulled out the smallish, striped green box, absently noting the handle on one side, and the note on top. He lifted the note, and turned it over to reveal its message. It held simply an arrow pointing towards the handle and the words “turn this”. This package only grew stranger by the moment. With an inward sigh, Dooku slowly turned the crank, starting a bit as a tune started to play from the box. Had he hailed from earth, Dooku would have instantly recognized it as “Pop goes the weasel”. Since he wasn’t, Dooku could only shake his head in disgust at such a childish sounding tune. The Force twisted a bit, as if trying to warn him of something. Dooku ignored it; this was far too idiotic a toy to be of any harm. All he wanted was to be done with the damned thing and get some rest. He spun the crank a bit faster, wanting to get to the end of this ridiculous message, and the tune speeded up accordingly. The tune came closer and closer to the end, and Dooku still felt only irritation. But just before the tune could reach the “pop” part from the title, the box predictably sprung open. Any Terran reader would probably be expecting a description of the jack that sprung out. Only, just as the box sprung open, there was a tremendous BOOM, and the entire castle was rocked with an explosion. As the dust slowly settles enough to see the rubble and various bodies (No, I’m afraid only bodies survived the explosion, and none of them living) scattered on the uncaring soil. Somehow, the box managed to remain mostly intact. It springs open, and a hideous-looking clown springs out, followed by confetti and the few remaining notes of tune.
Title: Untitled as of yet. Suggestions appreciated.
Author: Bookworm
Fandoms: Star Wars and a certain comic book
Rating: PG 13 ish so far; there WILL be violence
Warnings: Like I said, violence. I can't think of any bad language so far, but I reserve the right to use it. My romance has NOT taken on smut proportionas as of yet, but if it gets steamy, I will warn appropriately. A part of this is action-adventure, but another part is a somewhat sappy romance, so consider yourself warned.
Pairings (if applicable): Obi Wan/OFC
Summary: The Jedi Order takes on a legendary villain
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to their respective creators. I make no money from this, it is done out of love and respect for the various characters and movies represented herein. I have no affiliation with the actors, creators, or owners of those written herein. All original characters belong to me, so please do not use without permission.
This fic involves a teaser and two prologues. To save time, since they're all written at the moment, I'll post all the pre-chapter one stuff in one post.
Yoda had trouble immersing himself in meditation these days. Thus had the taint of the Dark Side, of the Sith had penetrated even into his most cherished, treasured routines. He could feel it skittering around the edges of the Force, like a plague. But when he meditated tonight, there was something different about the by-now familiar taint. Up till now, it had been growing but slowly. So slowly, it was difficult to see that it was, in fact, growing until it was too late. But there was a very abrupt change. Yoda tried to focus on it, to identify this new threat. All he saw was something…green. And then red. Blood; Yoda saw blood. Then he heard…..
Laughter. An insane, mad cackle spread until it was all he could see or hear. He frantically tried to break away from it, but the sound locked him in on itself. Then, he saw a blinding flash of white, and things were dark for a moment, before he returned to himself. Yoda opened his eyes, breathing hard.
Something was coming.
Erin rolled over in her too-small twin bed, unable to sleep. She had always had trouble sleeping. Even when she was little, she had suffered from nightmares, and even night terrors. She had given her parents many a start in the middle of the night with the characteristic screams that come with night terrors. Until her mother, in desperation, had bought her a dream catcher at a local pow wow. After that, there had been no more bad dreams. No more then could be expected of a young child, anyway. But she still had trouble sleeping. She hadn't approached her mother about this. For one thing, it hadn't occurred to her. But the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a bad idea. All her mother would do would be to suggest a sleeping pill. And even though they used an over-the-counter antihistamine as a sleeping pill, rather then the more dangerous prescriptions, Erin still didn't like the idea. Addictive drugs or not, what if she became dependent on the drug to sleep? She didn't like the thought of being dependent on something. There were too many negative consequences for her to treat it lightly. So she resorted to the drug only rarely, and said nothing to her parents. For her father was worse then her mother. She had mentioned her problem to him in passing once. He had simply scorned it. And so it became clear to her that her parents were utterly useless in this regard. Fine; she would find her own solution. Erin let out a sigh, and called on it. Her solution was...different. She had always known that her mind was not like that of most people's. She didn't dare mention this to either of her parents. Only a handful of trusted friends knew anything about it. Her parents would either laugh, or try to force her to give it up. Whatever. The all-too familiar voice formed in her mind, addressed her.
What is it, angel? Can't sleep again? Obi Wan Kenobi. Ever since she first saw Star Wars, she had been fascinated with it, and especially with Old Ben. The old trilogy said little about him, only showing occasional glimpses of a sad, broken man who had lost all of his dreams. Even those occasional fragments made her ache to hold him, until watching episode 4 became all but unbearable. And then came the prequels. The younger actor they hired was certainly attractive, and only made her fall more and more in love with him the more of himself he revealed. It had occurred to her that with this and her imagination, there might be a solution to her problem. At the very least it could help. But she was cautious. With this idea, it would be very easy to loose touch with reality and go insane. She would do it, make no mistake. She was getting to the point where she needed a solution of some kind, or she wouldn't last much longer. But she would be very, very careful never to forget that, however real he may seem, Obi Wan Kenobi did not exist. He was a fictional character. She happened to have a sufficient understanding of his character, and a good enough imagination that she could pretend she spoke to him, that he actually was real. But she never let herself forget that it was, after all, pretend. She inwardly smiled at the sound of his voice. She pictured him laying next to her, cradling her in his arms and gently nuzzling her hair. She mentally wriggled back, snuggling into him.
Yeah, it's that again. Would you mind helping me sleep, baby? She could feel his smile, almost hear the tenderness in his voice.
Not at all, love. Relax. Close you eyes. Erin complied. It wasn't long before she felt her body slowly relaxing, the frantic pace of her mind slowing, and she slipped slowly into sleep.
***
Obi Wan Kenobi was uncomfortable. He rolled over on different sides of his body, trying to find a comfortable position. Not that it did any good. As thick and warm as his cloak was, it couldn't do very much to make the ground a softer place to sleep. He sighed. He may have to refer to his failsafe. He hated doing that. Not that it wasn't enjoyable. It was just...well, it's called a failsafe for a reason. But he would need rest for tomorrow. He sighed. It was inevitable. He began to construct the carefully imagined figure in his mind. A young woman. Short, with dark brown hair cut short. And glasses, though she wouldn't be wearing them when she slept. Once constructed, he mentally placed her curled up in front of him. He could almost imagine he felt the heat of her small body pressed against him. He sighed, mentally wrapped his arms around the figure, and imagined he could smell the soft, exotic scent of her hair. She had told him once it was nothing more then what she used to wash her hair. He had trouble believing it, as stubbornly as the scent clung to her. The way it would rub off on him and remain with him most of the day...
This was not helping him sleep. He silently growled at himself, and forced down thoughts of her attractiveness. There was work to do tomorrow, and this was not the time or place for him to...relieve tension. He would just have to wait until the mission was over. He let out a sigh, and mentally snuggled into her, burying his face in her hair.
***
It wasn’t long before Erin's mind drifted into sleep. Just before she did, she felt a warmth in her mind, and a link. For just a moment, two minds connected.
Count Dooku of Serenno stalked down the hallway in his home. The Clone Wars were not going well lately. The Jedi Order seemed to have advance knowledge of all too many of his movements, and even Sidious was getting irritated. How in the galaxy had they managed to learn so much? He shoved open the doors to his sleeping chambers…and stopped.
On a small table in the room, there was a large brown box, along with his other messages for the day. Dooku frowned, approached it, and saw a message in an envelope on top of the box. He pulled it out… there wasn’t much there. Only a short, written message proclaiming the box being for his eyes only. There was no one else in the room; Dooku was certain that none of the others in the castle at the moment would dare spy on his private chambers. After a bit of trouble with the tape, which he nearly had to draw his lightsaber to get through, he opened the box… only to find another, smaller box inside. He pulled out the smallish, striped green box, absently noting the handle on one side, and the note on top. He lifted the note, and turned it over to reveal its message. It held simply an arrow pointing towards the handle and the words “turn this”. This package only grew stranger by the moment. With an inward sigh, Dooku slowly turned the crank, starting a bit as a tune started to play from the box. Had he hailed from earth, Dooku would have instantly recognized it as “Pop goes the weasel”. Since he wasn’t, Dooku could only shake his head in disgust at such a childish sounding tune. The Force twisted a bit, as if trying to warn him of something. Dooku ignored it; this was far too idiotic a toy to be of any harm. All he wanted was to be done with the damned thing and get some rest. He spun the crank a bit faster, wanting to get to the end of this ridiculous message, and the tune speeded up accordingly. The tune came closer and closer to the end, and Dooku still felt only irritation. But just before the tune could reach the “pop” part from the title, the box predictably sprung open. Any Terran reader would probably be expecting a description of the jack that sprung out. Only, just as the box sprung open, there was a tremendous BOOM, and the entire castle was rocked with an explosion. As the dust slowly settles enough to see the rubble and various bodies (No, I’m afraid only bodies survived the explosion, and none of them living) scattered on the uncaring soil. Somehow, the box managed to remain mostly intact. It springs open, and a hideous-looking clown springs out, followed by confetti and the few remaining notes of tune.