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Come On, Get Up, Let Me See Your Bruises by imadra_blue (PG)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Gen; Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi
Length: 5,393
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
imadra_blue
Author Website: The Archive
Why this must be read:
Because no one in the Star Wars fandom does gen!fic likeimadra_blue; she has such a remarkable grasp of Anakin and Obi-Wan in particular. This fic is really a showcase of the strong relationship that exists between a Master and his Padawan, and the emotional bonds that have tied Obi-Wan and Anakin together, even if it takes almost losing one another for them to realize it.
Obi-Wan heard the sound of a child crying out in pain, and he suddenly remembered Anakin was still in the back. "Anakin!" he cried, coming to his feet and stumbling down the passageway that connected bridge to seating area. The ship continued to shake, and Obi-Wan could hear things breaking off outside.
Anakin was sitting on the floor, a small hand gingerly touching a huge knot on his forehead. "This isn't funny, Master," he said, blue eyes wide.
"Anakin, get strapped in! We're being shot down!"
"Whuh?" asked Anakin, blinking stupidly.
The ship suddenly bucked violently, throwing him up into the air. Obi-Wan bounced painfully off a wall and onto the floor. He tried to move towards Anakin. "Anakin!"
"This is for real?" Anakin sprang to his feet.
"Yes!" cried Obi-Wan, feeling slightly panicked. He could feel the ship tearing itself to pieces, feel the wind rushing by as they descended, feel the strain on the metal shell. He reached for Anakin's hand just as the ship started to buck wildly, metal screeching as it was rent to pieces around them. "Anakin, grab my --!"
He never finished that statement as the wind stole the words from his mouth. The back half of the ship broke right off, as if snapped by giant, invisible hands. Obi-Wan grabbed some piping as it popped free, stopping his flight out the back. He grabbed Anakin's wrist just as the boy passed him; Anakin screamed in surprise and fright. Obi-Wan tried to ignore the durasteel bulkheads peeling back like flimsiplast and focused on the Force, on keeping Anakin from flying out of the ship.
Misty air rushed in, bringing with it the strange tang of salty air, mud, and decomposing plant life. Dark, tangled branches of impossibly tall trees raced passed Obi-Wan's vision, and the suction threatened to yank Anakin away.
"Master!" screamed Anakin, his small body twisting in the air. Fear had been etched into every curve of his young face, and his eyes were so wide, so blue, that Obi-Wan thought they'd swallow him.
Obi-Wan tightened his grip, sweat and gravity working against him. He clutched onto the piping, trying to summon the Force to strengthen his hold, but it took all he had just to keep himself from flying out of the back of the ship.
"Master! Don't let me go!" sobbed Anakin, cracking Obi-Wan's heart open with each passing syllable. He kept trying to grab Obi-Wan's wrist with his free hand, but the bucking of the ship was too violent. Anakin's wrist slid through Obi-Wan's grasp, leaving only his small hand against Obi-Wan's palm.
Obi-Wan held his breath, as if he could keep his slipping grip on Anakin by denying himself oxygen. Another great rush of air popped his ears, still pulling Anakin away as they raced past the trees to the muddy surface of the planet. His heart beat so fast that it felt like it might explode out of his chest at any moment. Obi-Wan realized, without a doubt, that if Anakin died, he would die with him. He couldn't bear to lose him. As much as Qui-Gon had meant to Obi-Wan, Anakin was his whole life now.
"I won't let you go," said Obi-Wan between clenched teeth, every muscle in his body straining to keep his grip on Anakin's hand as the Wandering Star was torn to shreds around him. "Not ever."
Obi-Wan didn't know it then, but the forces of nature were already conspiring to make a liar out of him. The ship bucked and twisted in the air, screaming through the air as more blaster fire ripped into the side. A shard of durasteel broke off the once-smooth wall and pierced Obi-Wan's side, a sharp pain he hardly noticed as the wind tore Anakin from his grasp, stubby fingers sliding away from Obi-Wan's.
The wind whipped Anakin out of the ship, sending him flying through the treetops. The noise of the ship crashing drowned out his screaming, but Obi-Wan could hear it all the same. It took him several seconds to realize Anakin was gone.
Come On, Get Up, Let Me See Your Bruises
Pairing: Gen; Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi
Length: 5,393
Author on LJ:
imadra_blueAuthor Website: The Archive
Why this must be read:
Because no one in the Star Wars fandom does gen!fic like
imadra_blue; she has such a remarkable grasp of Anakin and Obi-Wan in particular. This fic is really a showcase of the strong relationship that exists between a Master and his Padawan, and the emotional bonds that have tied Obi-Wan and Anakin together, even if it takes almost losing one another for them to realize it. Obi-Wan heard the sound of a child crying out in pain, and he suddenly remembered Anakin was still in the back. "Anakin!" he cried, coming to his feet and stumbling down the passageway that connected bridge to seating area. The ship continued to shake, and Obi-Wan could hear things breaking off outside.
Anakin was sitting on the floor, a small hand gingerly touching a huge knot on his forehead. "This isn't funny, Master," he said, blue eyes wide.
"Anakin, get strapped in! We're being shot down!"
"Whuh?" asked Anakin, blinking stupidly.
The ship suddenly bucked violently, throwing him up into the air. Obi-Wan bounced painfully off a wall and onto the floor. He tried to move towards Anakin. "Anakin!"
"This is for real?" Anakin sprang to his feet.
"Yes!" cried Obi-Wan, feeling slightly panicked. He could feel the ship tearing itself to pieces, feel the wind rushing by as they descended, feel the strain on the metal shell. He reached for Anakin's hand just as the ship started to buck wildly, metal screeching as it was rent to pieces around them. "Anakin, grab my --!"
He never finished that statement as the wind stole the words from his mouth. The back half of the ship broke right off, as if snapped by giant, invisible hands. Obi-Wan grabbed some piping as it popped free, stopping his flight out the back. He grabbed Anakin's wrist just as the boy passed him; Anakin screamed in surprise and fright. Obi-Wan tried to ignore the durasteel bulkheads peeling back like flimsiplast and focused on the Force, on keeping Anakin from flying out of the ship.
Misty air rushed in, bringing with it the strange tang of salty air, mud, and decomposing plant life. Dark, tangled branches of impossibly tall trees raced passed Obi-Wan's vision, and the suction threatened to yank Anakin away.
"Master!" screamed Anakin, his small body twisting in the air. Fear had been etched into every curve of his young face, and his eyes were so wide, so blue, that Obi-Wan thought they'd swallow him.
Obi-Wan tightened his grip, sweat and gravity working against him. He clutched onto the piping, trying to summon the Force to strengthen his hold, but it took all he had just to keep himself from flying out of the back of the ship.
"Master! Don't let me go!" sobbed Anakin, cracking Obi-Wan's heart open with each passing syllable. He kept trying to grab Obi-Wan's wrist with his free hand, but the bucking of the ship was too violent. Anakin's wrist slid through Obi-Wan's grasp, leaving only his small hand against Obi-Wan's palm.
Obi-Wan held his breath, as if he could keep his slipping grip on Anakin by denying himself oxygen. Another great rush of air popped his ears, still pulling Anakin away as they raced past the trees to the muddy surface of the planet. His heart beat so fast that it felt like it might explode out of his chest at any moment. Obi-Wan realized, without a doubt, that if Anakin died, he would die with him. He couldn't bear to lose him. As much as Qui-Gon had meant to Obi-Wan, Anakin was his whole life now.
"I won't let you go," said Obi-Wan between clenched teeth, every muscle in his body straining to keep his grip on Anakin's hand as the Wandering Star was torn to shreds around him. "Not ever."
Obi-Wan didn't know it then, but the forces of nature were already conspiring to make a liar out of him. The ship bucked and twisted in the air, screaming through the air as more blaster fire ripped into the side. A shard of durasteel broke off the once-smooth wall and pierced Obi-Wan's side, a sharp pain he hardly noticed as the wind tore Anakin from his grasp, stubby fingers sliding away from Obi-Wan's.
The wind whipped Anakin out of the ship, sending him flying through the treetops. The noise of the ship crashing drowned out his screaming, but Obi-Wan could hear it all the same. It took him several seconds to realize Anakin was gone.
Come On, Get Up, Let Me See Your Bruises