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The Ghost and Mr. Kenobi by MrsHamill - Star Wars/The ghost and mrs. Muir (R)
The 15th of the month is crossover day at the crack van. Alas, I don't think there are many crossover stories to be found for Star Wars, at least, I don't know them. But in honor of that day I want to rec a story that's (in the words of the author herself) 'shamelessly stolen from the 1947 film classic The Ghost and Mrs. Muir', so while it's not a true crossover, it at least is sort of....
There's no sex to speak of, but since it has a slashy content I rate it R anyways.
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, in a sense....
Length: long, one webpage, but in no way a novella, too short for that
Author: MrsHamill
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mrshamill
Author Website: Mom's Kitchen (go treat yourself!)
WARNINGS: totally AU; and just in case, keep some hankies ready
Why this must be read: Another one of MrsHamill's superb stories and, together with 'Son of the Empire' my favorites of hers. This story of longing and an impossible love will pull at your heartstrings, well, it did at mine. One of the few stories that actually made me cry. I love the slow pace of it, the emotions in it and especially how she brings a wholey different AU to life.
Excerpt
He'd finished the kitchen by lunchtime and after a cup of tea and a piece of fruit, took the ladder into the hall and began the careful cleaning of the crystal chandelier in the foyer. It was a magnificent thing and he was being extremely careful -- he had no idea if he could even replace any of the pieces, much less the entire.
However, his reflexes were pressed when, after a particularly loud clap of thunder, he turned to find a man staring at him.
Luckily, Ben's reflexes were superb and the delicate drop he was cleaning did not fall to the floor and shatter. "My goodness. You gave me quite a surprise." After a moment, Ben remembered he was about six feet off the floor and the man facing him was not on a ladder. "Oh! You must be the famous Jedi."
"You are in my house," the man growled. He had a very pleasant voice -- well, Ben assumed it would be pleasant if it weren't growling. "Get out."
"So sorry," Ben said, replacing the crystal drop and carefully backing down the ladder. "But it's not your house anymore. It's mine." He wiped his damp hands on his trousers. "I can show you the receipt, if you'd like."
"I don't care." The man, or rather, the ghost of the man, followed him down, floating where Ben climbed. "You are in my house and I want you gone." There was another house-rattling boom of thunder following his words.
"Well, I'm not going." Ben lifted the small pail of (now dirty) soapy water from the ladder's tray and carried it into the kitchen -- it was time to replace it anyway. "I find I rather like it here."
"Get OUT!"
There was yet another thunderclap and Ben looked up with a frown. "Good gracious. Are you doing that? That's quite a nice trick. How do you do it?"
"Are you DEAF?" The ghost was clearly becoming agitated. "Get out of my house!"
Putting the pail in the sink, Ben turned and sighed. "Look, I'm dreadfully sorry to tell you, but you're dead. Dead people cannot own property; it's the law. I realize it must be a blow to you, but there it is." Ben smiled. "Wouldn't it be better to be friends than to be enemies? After all, I do legally own this place now. And I really don't mind if you stay, it's not as if you'll be an expensive guest, and I suppose you do have a claim out of tradition, if nothing else."
The ghost just gaped at him, clearly discomfited over Ben's nonchalance.
The Ghost and Mr. Kenobi
There's no sex to speak of, but since it has a slashy content I rate it R anyways.
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, in a sense....
Length: long, one webpage, but in no way a novella, too short for that
Author: MrsHamill
On lj:
mrshamillAuthor Website: Mom's Kitchen (go treat yourself!)
WARNINGS: totally AU; and just in case, keep some hankies ready
Why this must be read: Another one of MrsHamill's superb stories and, together with 'Son of the Empire' my favorites of hers. This story of longing and an impossible love will pull at your heartstrings, well, it did at mine. One of the few stories that actually made me cry. I love the slow pace of it, the emotions in it and especially how she brings a wholey different AU to life.
Excerpt
He'd finished the kitchen by lunchtime and after a cup of tea and a piece of fruit, took the ladder into the hall and began the careful cleaning of the crystal chandelier in the foyer. It was a magnificent thing and he was being extremely careful -- he had no idea if he could even replace any of the pieces, much less the entire.
However, his reflexes were pressed when, after a particularly loud clap of thunder, he turned to find a man staring at him.
Luckily, Ben's reflexes were superb and the delicate drop he was cleaning did not fall to the floor and shatter. "My goodness. You gave me quite a surprise." After a moment, Ben remembered he was about six feet off the floor and the man facing him was not on a ladder. "Oh! You must be the famous Jedi."
"You are in my house," the man growled. He had a very pleasant voice -- well, Ben assumed it would be pleasant if it weren't growling. "Get out."
"So sorry," Ben said, replacing the crystal drop and carefully backing down the ladder. "But it's not your house anymore. It's mine." He wiped his damp hands on his trousers. "I can show you the receipt, if you'd like."
"I don't care." The man, or rather, the ghost of the man, followed him down, floating where Ben climbed. "You are in my house and I want you gone." There was another house-rattling boom of thunder following his words.
"Well, I'm not going." Ben lifted the small pail of (now dirty) soapy water from the ladder's tray and carried it into the kitchen -- it was time to replace it anyway. "I find I rather like it here."
"Get OUT!"
There was yet another thunderclap and Ben looked up with a frown. "Good gracious. Are you doing that? That's quite a nice trick. How do you do it?"
"Are you DEAF?" The ghost was clearly becoming agitated. "Get out of my house!"
Putting the pail in the sink, Ben turned and sighed. "Look, I'm dreadfully sorry to tell you, but you're dead. Dead people cannot own property; it's the law. I realize it must be a blow to you, but there it is." Ben smiled. "Wouldn't it be better to be friends than to be enemies? After all, I do legally own this place now. And I really don't mind if you stay, it's not as if you'll be an expensive guest, and I suppose you do have a claim out of tradition, if nothing else."
The ghost just gaped at him, clearly discomfited over Ben's nonchalance.
The Ghost and Mr. Kenobi