Title: This Isn't Home
Summary: Duvessa is just another girl from Earth, Obi-Wan's just another Jedi from a Galaxy far, far away. . . Please don't kill me! It's the evil plot bunnies fault, who whisper to me at night. . .
Disclaimer: I don't own em', so don't sue! I'm just playing with them! The OC is mine though!
AN: sigh I once promised myself I would never write a rutting fangirl story. . .but it seems some promises are bound to be broken. Damn all you people who write such good stories like this! You've turned me to the dark path, I just hope it doesn't forever dominate my destiny. . .lol deep breath Here goes.
Present Day, California.
Today was a good day, Duvessa didn't have a care in the world as she drove along the empty road at night. Her car window was down, and she loved the feel of the icy wind flowing through her hair. Yes, she thought happily. Today is a good day. Those thoughts were about to get shattered.
In a Galaxy, far far away. . .
Obi-Wan awoke in a cold sweat, to the comforting darkness of his room. It wasn't often he found comfort in such things, but lately. . . He sighed, burying his head in his hands. "The dreams again, Master?" he heard Anakin ask, who was standing at his doorway, with a worried look on his face. Obi-Wan jumped, despite himself, and then chastized himself for letting a dream get him so worked up. "It was nothing, Anakin." he said, giving a small smile. "You should get some rest, or do you want me to best you in another saber match tommorow?" The former padawan let the matter go, his old master would talk when he needed to. Then he scoffed, "The only reason you won is because I let you, Master. I won't go as easy on you this time." Obi-Wan chuckled, "I'm terrified." he said, teasingly. Anakin smiled, "Goodnight, my master. Sleep well." he said seriously. The older Jedi waved off his unrelenting friend, "Get." Then, before the unruly young man could get a word in edgewise, he used the Force to quickly shut the door, efficiently cutting of anymore argument from Anakin.
Obi-Wan lay back, the dream still clinging to his tired mind. He quieted his mind, trying to heed his former advice to Anakin.
Dreams pass in time.
The Jedi Knight rubbed his eyes, groaning. If only he could really believe that. . .
Present Day, California
Duvessa had been driving along, she had only passed a few cars on her way out here, but she liked it that way. She was rounding a corner, when she saw the blazing light of another car's headlights. She swerved away, but that aimed her into the rocky cliffs on the side of the road! She hit the brakes, but knew she wouldn't stop in time. She closed her eyes, Didn't think it would end like this. . . she thought, feeling the car impact, and saw her world turn white. . .
In A Galaxy, Far Far Away. . .
Obi-Wan and Anakin had been sparring for hours, but Anakin had yet to win a match against his former master. Obi-Wan was getting tired, but he'd be damned if he'd let Anakin win. He still had his pride. Anakin stood in a defensive stance, sweating profusely, a small smirk on his face. "Are you getting tired, Master?" The older Jedi gave a derisive snort, "You wish." Anakin attacked, and Obi-Wan blocked it, locking the two of them together. "I'd hate to hurt you, old man." said Anakin, only loud enough for him to hear. Obi-Wan was starting to get annoyed. He pushed Anakin back, vaulting over his head, and sweeping his feet out from under him. Obi-Wan pressed his knee to Anakin's chest, pinning him, and held the lightsaber to his throat. "Well," he started, catching his breath. "You can tell your wife and children how you let this old man beat you, yet again." Obi-Wan smirked, as Anakin groaned, burying his face in his hands. Anakin moved to get up, but his former Master still had him pinned. Anakin sighed, "Allright, allright." he started, putting his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry for the old man bit." Obi-Wan got up, offering his hand to Anakin, gratefully the younger man took it, and let Obi-Wan pull him to his feet. "Come on." said, Obi-Wan, clapping Anakin on the shoulder, and hooking his lightsaber to his belt. "Padme will have my head, if your late two days in a row. . ."
Obi-Wan was getting ready to go over to Anakin and his family's apartment. Even though Anakin could've easily gone to his own apartment, and gotten ready, he was in Obi-Wan's fresher, using his shower. He gave an exasperated sigh, then chuckled, "Some things never change. . ." Obi-Wan was walking into the kitchen to grab a glass to get some water, when the vision hit him. He cried out in agony, the glass falling from his grasp, and shattering on the floor.
flash
A woman, in a strange vehicle, driving along a dark road. . .
Turning, a corner, all that can be seen are bright lights. . .
Turning sharply, straight into a rock wall. . .
White light, and pain. . .
flash
Anakin had just finished getting dressed, when he heard the sound of glass shattering, and Obi-Wan crying out in agony. He ran into the kitchen, and was greeted with a horrifying sight. His former master lie on the floor, convulsing, and his robes being ripped to shreds from the shards of glass covering the floor. "Master!" he cried, at his side in an instant. He gently picked him up off the floor, cradling his head in his lap. "Master? Come on, Obi-Wan, snap out of it, please. . ." he said, trying to keep the older Jedi from hurting himself. The siezure stopped as soon as it had started, and Obi-Wan lay still in his former padawan's arms. The only comfort Anakin took, was the fact that he was still breathing. He quickly lifted Obi-Wan up in his arms, and raced to the Temple healers.
End of Prologue
AN: This is the part where you tell me what you think about it so far. . . I live for reviews, now don't make me hunt you down to get them!