Chapter
1
Obi-Wan sprinted--
"Hey." Obi-Wan placed his hands on his hips. "Why am I always running? Can't I walk, for once?
Why? You have to stay in shape.
"Doesn't mean that I can't just
walk down a hallway."
Fine… Have it your way.
Chapter 1
Obi-Wan walked down a hallway, heading for the
sparring room where his Master--
"I don't like that."
What?
"The Master thing. It makes me feel subordinate. Who are you, anyway? Are you George Lucas?"
No, I'm a fanfiction author.
"Of the Dark Side, she
is!" Yoda waddled over to where
Obi-Wan was standing. "Or maybe
Burger King."
Obi-Wan glanced at Yoda
despairingly. "Worse, it's a
fanfiction writer."
Qui-Gon managed to appear, looking
vaguely serene. "Fanfiction?"
Obi-Wan started. "You got here in a hurry."
He would.
Obi-Wan peered at the author. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Don't you ever read fanfiction?
"Are you kidding me? I'm in a galaxy far, far away in a long,
long time ago, remember?"
Ah, erm, yes. Moving on…
Chapter 1
Obi-Wan walk--
"Hey!" Obi-Wan waved his
arms frantically. "I want to know
what you mean!"
Really, you don't want to
know.
The younger Jedi furrowed his brow
in annoyance. "I think I do."
…Do you know what slash is, Obi-Wan?
"Um, yes." Obi-Wan shifted, looking vaguely
uncomfortable.
Do you know a popular pairing in the
slash Star Wars universe?
The widening of his eyes answered
the question.
Well. Now you know why Qui-Gon got here so fast when he heard
"fanfiction".
Chapter 1
Obi-Wan walked down the hallway,
heading for the sparring room where--
"Hold it. Do you mean to tell me that this is going to
be slash?"
Did I ever say that to you?
Obi-Wan turned to glare at a
blushing Qui-Gon.
Chapter 1
Obi-Wan walked down the hallway,
heading for the sparring room where his Master was waiting to begin--
"Don't even say it,
author!"
I already told you, it's not slash.
"I'm going to get kidnapped
again, aren't I?"
That's…. uh, up to me.
"Where's the fire?!" Ginger Ninja ran in, holding a
Digimon-thingie in her hand, accompanied by Burning Tyger.
Digimon? Wrong category…
"Great." Ginger Ninja heaved a sigh.
"So where's this Matt you told
me about?" Burning Tyger folded
her arms.
"Uh…"
Burning Tyger rolled her eyes. "I'm driving this time."
The pair exited.
Obi-Wan peered up at the author
hopefully. "So, what's the theme
of this fiction, anyway?"
Angst.
"Great. That means that I'm going to get kidnapped,
tortured, infected, and killed, only to be brought back to life by a friend or
my Master or my kidnapper-gone-good. And all so that hundreds of girls can drool for a half-hour."
You've got it.
"Damn."
Star
Wars does not belong to me, and neither does the idea of an author fic. In fact, there's an actual category in the
books section titled "Harry Potter Author Fics". I was just bored, and I couldn't think of
how to start the next chapter of my fic.
I
don't own Digimon, either.
Nor
do I own Burger King.
If
you are reading this disclaimer, go outside and find something to do.
If
you are planning on reviewing this fanfic, see your school's guidance counselor
and indulge in some pixi stix..
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reserved 2001