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crack_van2007-07-26 06:36 pm
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The Gift by Wednesday (R)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Author on LJ: none known
Author Website: http://wildest-dreams.slashcity.net/storylistTPM.html
Why this must be read:
Most crackfic (genderswap, kidfic, animalfic, etc.) really isn't that good, when you look at it. Once you're past the initial premise, there's often not much to hold the interest.
This fic is not like that. It's a genderswap done with care and consideration for the real consequences of suddenly finding yourself a member of the other gender. What does it do to your body, your balance, your moods, your whole sense of self? And when you have a job that requires you to be as physically active as a Jedi must be, how do you adapt when your body is suddenly different? Wednesday asks all these questions with style and consideration (and compassion for poor Obi-Wan's predicament--and also for Qui-Gon's). It was the fic that showed me that genderswap can really work, and be turned into an awesome story.
"Tell me what you are feeling, Padawan. What you are thinking."
Turning, she raised his hands and stared at them.
"Look at these." She waggled his fingers. "They're small and vulnerable. All of me is vulnerable now, and I feel totally inadequate in ways that you probably can't imagine." She eyed her Master's bulk. "No, let's make that in ways you *definitely* can't imagine, Master."
Crossing the distance between them, Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's hands in her own. Turning them palm up, she laid her own hands across them. They fit, like a child's inside its father's.
"All you'd have to do is close your fingers and squeeze, and there'd go all of the bones. Pulverized. Useless. And I couldn't do a thing about it."
Qui-Gon's gaze reflected back Obi-Wan's pain. "You aren't that vulnerable."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, I am. Until I learn how to adjust to this, I am. Weak. A liability fighting beside you."
"Liabilities can be changed into advantages. You know that as well as I do."
"With time, yeah. Sure. I can adjust and relearn." She lifted her tear-stained face, clear green eyes locking into Qui-Gon's worried blue. "How many more years will this add to my apprenticeship, Master?"
A sad smile flitted across Qui-Gon's lips. "Are you so eager to be rid of me, Padawan?"
She shook his head. "No. But I felt strong and competent yesterday, Master. Almost a Jedi. And you were proud of me, of what I could do. Now...." She curled his fingers halfway around Qui-Gon's wrist -- all he could reach. "The whole world is too big now. Even my lightsaber, and I"ll have to make another one. It's not all that difficult, and of course I know how, so it's stupid to cry about something like that. But can I stop the tears?" She shook her head and shrugged. "Nope. Not yet, anyway. I don't even understand all of the reasons why I'm crying. Everything I used to know... it's all changed."
The Gift
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Author on LJ: none known
Author Website: http://wildest-dreams.slashcity.net/storylistTPM.html
Why this must be read:
Most crackfic (genderswap, kidfic, animalfic, etc.) really isn't that good, when you look at it. Once you're past the initial premise, there's often not much to hold the interest.
This fic is not like that. It's a genderswap done with care and consideration for the real consequences of suddenly finding yourself a member of the other gender. What does it do to your body, your balance, your moods, your whole sense of self? And when you have a job that requires you to be as physically active as a Jedi must be, how do you adapt when your body is suddenly different? Wednesday asks all these questions with style and consideration (and compassion for poor Obi-Wan's predicament--and also for Qui-Gon's). It was the fic that showed me that genderswap can really work, and be turned into an awesome story.
"Tell me what you are feeling, Padawan. What you are thinking."
Turning, she raised his hands and stared at them.
"Look at these." She waggled his fingers. "They're small and vulnerable. All of me is vulnerable now, and I feel totally inadequate in ways that you probably can't imagine." She eyed her Master's bulk. "No, let's make that in ways you *definitely* can't imagine, Master."
Crossing the distance between them, Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's hands in her own. Turning them palm up, she laid her own hands across them. They fit, like a child's inside its father's.
"All you'd have to do is close your fingers and squeeze, and there'd go all of the bones. Pulverized. Useless. And I couldn't do a thing about it."
Qui-Gon's gaze reflected back Obi-Wan's pain. "You aren't that vulnerable."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, I am. Until I learn how to adjust to this, I am. Weak. A liability fighting beside you."
"Liabilities can be changed into advantages. You know that as well as I do."
"With time, yeah. Sure. I can adjust and relearn." She lifted her tear-stained face, clear green eyes locking into Qui-Gon's worried blue. "How many more years will this add to my apprenticeship, Master?"
A sad smile flitted across Qui-Gon's lips. "Are you so eager to be rid of me, Padawan?"
She shook his head. "No. But I felt strong and competent yesterday, Master. Almost a Jedi. And you were proud of me, of what I could do. Now...." She curled his fingers halfway around Qui-Gon's wrist -- all he could reach. "The whole world is too big now. Even my lightsaber, and I"ll have to make another one. It's not all that difficult, and of course I know how, so it's stupid to cry about something like that. But can I stop the tears?" She shook her head and shrugged. "Nope. Not yet, anyway. I don't even understand all of the reasons why I'm crying. Everything I used to know... it's all changed."
The Gift