Dance Along the Edge (18/20)
Title: Dance Along the Edge (18/20)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan, Anakin
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen
Prompt: In Love
It always surprised Anakin that he was the only one who seemed to get it. The little touches, the constant awareness of where the other one was at all times, the ease in which they worked together, the friendly bickering over the smallest thing...it could only mean one thing in Anakin's mind. His former master, Obi-Wan, and Buffy were in love--only they didn't seem to realize it just yet.
He wasn't sure when he had first noticed it, or where it might have begun. Ever since they had first met, Buffy and Obi-Wan had exchanged snarky comments, even in the face of death in the arena on Geonosis. He should've suspected that something was developing between them, from the look of relief on Buffy's face after she came with Padmé bringing reinforcements to capture Count Dooku. They hadn't said much, but Buffy had gone over to help Obi-Wan to his feet, while Padmé had assisted him.
The thought of his Master breaking the Jedi Code was far from his mind for the most part, but whenever Anakin looked at the two of them together, he wondered. He wondered if it was willful ignorance on both sides, or if they both were legitimately unaware of what was going on between the two of them and what it had the potential to become.
Carefully cracking open his eyes, he discreetly peered at the subjects of his mental ramble. They were en route to the Jedi cruisers after a vicious skirmish with Confederation forces, and all of them were exhausted. Buffy was leaning into Obi-Wan, dirt smeared across her sleeping face. Obi-Wan, for his part, had wrapped his cloak around her to keep her warm as she slept. Seemingly unaware of Anakin's presence, Obi-Wan gently brushed a strand of hair away from Buffy's face before leaning his head against the bulkhead behind him and closing his eyes.
Anakin watched this entire exchange through slitted eyes, thoughts running through his head. He was no one to judge what was going on between Buffy and Obi-Wan, but he worried for them. He hoped that they would come to their senses soon, if only to relieve the sexual tension in the room. Closing his eyes, he tried to banish these thoughts from his head and be lulled to sleep by the gentle hum of the ship's engines.
Part Nineteen
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan, Anakin
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen
Prompt: In Love
It always surprised Anakin that he was the only one who seemed to get it. The little touches, the constant awareness of where the other one was at all times, the ease in which they worked together, the friendly bickering over the smallest thing...it could only mean one thing in Anakin's mind. His former master, Obi-Wan, and Buffy were in love--only they didn't seem to realize it just yet.
He wasn't sure when he had first noticed it, or where it might have begun. Ever since they had first met, Buffy and Obi-Wan had exchanged snarky comments, even in the face of death in the arena on Geonosis. He should've suspected that something was developing between them, from the look of relief on Buffy's face after she came with Padmé bringing reinforcements to capture Count Dooku. They hadn't said much, but Buffy had gone over to help Obi-Wan to his feet, while Padmé had assisted him.
The thought of his Master breaking the Jedi Code was far from his mind for the most part, but whenever Anakin looked at the two of them together, he wondered. He wondered if it was willful ignorance on both sides, or if they both were legitimately unaware of what was going on between the two of them and what it had the potential to become.
Carefully cracking open his eyes, he discreetly peered at the subjects of his mental ramble. They were en route to the Jedi cruisers after a vicious skirmish with Confederation forces, and all of them were exhausted. Buffy was leaning into Obi-Wan, dirt smeared across her sleeping face. Obi-Wan, for his part, had wrapped his cloak around her to keep her warm as she slept. Seemingly unaware of Anakin's presence, Obi-Wan gently brushed a strand of hair away from Buffy's face before leaning his head against the bulkhead behind him and closing his eyes.
Anakin watched this entire exchange through slitted eyes, thoughts running through his head. He was no one to judge what was going on between Buffy and Obi-Wan, but he worried for them. He hoped that they would come to their senses soon, if only to relieve the sexual tension in the room. Closing his eyes, he tried to banish these thoughts from his head and be lulled to sleep by the gentle hum of the ship's engines.
Part Nineteen