ScarySue Chapter 4, a Star Wars + Harry Potter Crossover fanfic

SCARY-SUE

by ardavenport

- - - Part 4 - - -

" . . . . vitalis sustanitus . . . . . revivitus corpuscilius . . . . vitalis sustanitus . . . . . revivitus corpuscilius . . . . vitalis sustanitus . . . . . revivitus corpuscilius . . . . vitalis sustanitus . . . . . revivitus corpuscilius . . . . vitalis sustanitus . . . . . revivitus corpuscilius - - - "

"Rejuvanitus!"

Each word, each syllable pulsed with returning pain in his lungs, his arms. The fire in his chest spread to his legs, his knees, his splintered bones, the pieces placed properly for reassembly, but still separate in soft mushy flesh.

Words, he thought. They were just shallow words. Spoken by two voices, Susan and another woman, an older, stronger one, who spoke them with more understanding, more experience, but still. . . .

. . . .they didn't know anything about the Force.

He inhaled as deeply as he could, having to pull the air in though a sagging airway, lungs clotted with blood and globby wreckage.

"Something's happening!" the other woman spoke. "Keep going. Rejuvanitus!"

The air came in more easily. The Force was still strong in him.

"Rejuvanitus!"

The words, the weird energies that he supposed amounted to the Force to Susan, now found their way into his body, into the damaged cells, pure energy aligning the things that were broken, bent, raw.

Obi-Wan saw inwardly, forests of crushed blood vessels, bubbling air sacks deep in his lungs, stirred with new purpose, healing. The stress on his undamaged organs lessened, the heat of urgency diverted into more healing.

"Yes! It's working!" the other woman exclaimed. "Rejuvanitus!" she continued, completely misreading what was happening.

She only knew the words.

With each inward breath, Obi-Wan felt his body righting itself, the Force guiding the words to their tasks. The agony intensified, but it was the pain of rebuilding. His lungs inflated, his ribs hardening again with the popping of joints returning to their places.

The energy surrounded him, held him weightless up in the air between the two women. The skin on his face flushed, his confused nerves tender and new again. The cartilage of his nose solidified, stretching upward to its proper place. His teeth, sunken downward onto the mass of his tongue, found their roots, which sent lancing pain up and down through his skull from his restored jaw. The pools of ooze and fluid reformed back into his eyes in their sockets, under lids sticky with blood.

"Keep going!" the other woman snarled. "Brackium Emendo!"

The word-energy touched his legs, first one knee, then the other, the Force inside him guiding it to its task, reassembling the ends of his leg bones, his kneecaps, tendons stretching and tightening, sore with spasms of new growth and the aching need for movement.

"Restoratum humortorius!"

Obi-Wan's senses stretched outward, his awareness expanding so he could see the glowing outline of a body hovering under a canopy, supported by the twisting, penetrating energies of two woman with wands. The Force-image receded as he seemed to rise above Susan's room to see two silvery paths leading through black and unnatural tunnels, one leading to a flat gray world. But the other led to . . . . his own world, like a lifeline to a bright shore. And there waiting on a planet, on a hillside in a cabin that flowed with the Force. . . . .

. . . . .Qui-Gon.

Waiting. Unable to pass whatever barriers Susan had put up against him. But sensing that his Padawan had fallen into some trap. Sitting on the floor of the cabin, facing the black void, sensing the silver trail that led to . . . . .

[i]. . . . .Obi-Wan?[/i]

The familiar voice of his Master, speaking his name, aware of his presence - - -

"Restoratum Saguinis!"

"Aaaaaaah!" Blood rushed into his nerves all at once, driving a startled cry from his throat. He tensed, his body desperate to thrash out its new vitality, but an invisible barrier imprisoned him like a shell; he could only flex and shudder violently in place.

"That's it, stop!"

The words halted, but the shell remained, translucent energy raking over his body. Pain lanced through his muscles, arcing outward before rapidly subsiding. He saw pings of random light on the inside of his eyelids.

"Aaaaaaaaah," the other woman sighed, the sound full of weariness. "That's the worst magical injury I've ever seen since Strumigras Grumley turned his wife inside out."

Obi-Wan felt a pair of broad meaty hands on the right side of his stomach, a healer feeling out her work. He panted, his body still trembling. Then a smaller pair of hands on his left side. . . . Susan. She had touched him before. Her fingers now communicated an essence of possessiveness.

"Now what happened here, Susan? That house elf of yours showed up after you missed your shift at St. Mungo's, blithering about some sort of emergency and dragged me here to find you with this poor devil. And then you tell me I can't use any potions on him. What have you been doing?"

"He can't have anything from here. It would kill him," Susan whined.

"There's nothing wrong with [i]my[/i] potions," the woman sounded offended.

"It's not [i]your[/i] potions that's the problem. He can't have anything from here. He's only protected if he's in this room. That's what happened; he tried to leave." Susan paused for a sob and wet sniffle.

"Well, where did you get that water come from? We didn't have any problem using that."

"From him," Susan shot back miserably. "I got it from him. I transfigured it . . . . from his urine."

"What? Well, I suppose that would do. . . . . . if we were in the middle of a burning desert. But we're not! I don't understand. What's so special about this place? Those were some pretty strange looking charms your house elf had to take me through to come down here. And if he can't leave this room then just where did he come from?"

Obi-Wan heard anger creeping into her voice with no sympathy for Susan's tears.

"He's. . . . from another world. That's what this room is. It's a bridge between our world and another."

"What?! Oh, you couldn't possibly do this kind of magic. You're barely keeping up as a healer's apprentice!"

"It was my aunt's. It came with the house!" Susan insisted. Obi-Wan heard her moving toward the other woman, imploring her.

"Your aunt? The one who was so high in the Ministry? She did all this?"

"No! She got it from her great-grandmother."

"Oh, and then you inherit it and try it on for size? You almost got that poor man killed!"

"I didn't mean to. . . ." Susan's excuses fell back into sobs again.

"Oh, that's the sorriest excuse I've ever heard." The other woman's footsteps receded. "We'll just see what the Ministry says about this. . . . " her voice came from beyond the door outside the room. Susan wailed after her.

He heard a crackle, then a loud snap.

- - - to be continued - - -