Not Another Redemption Fic
DISCLAIMER: Neither one of us own Star Wars. George Lucas does, and we're just two kids on his playground.
Summary: Anakin and Obi-Wan get transported into the future by an unknown force and meet with an older Obi-Wan on Tatooine where chaos ensues.
Prologue
The day began like any other. That is, Anakin mused, except for the presence of a bed. A very comfortable bed. The sound of snoring assured him that Obi-Wan was there. He grinned. Yep, just like every other day.
He stood up, stretching, and scratched his backside, wandering towards the 'fresher. It had been a long, restful night for the first time since he could remember when, which called for a celebration with his other love: bathing. Growing up on Tatooine, he had quickly learned to appreciate the commodities of the Temple and its fresh water.
He reached into the cupboard under the sink, pulling out his hidden box of Frosted Lightsabers. He peered into the box, realizing it was almost empty. Not caring, he poured what was left into his mouth.
He yawned, slipping out of his boxers before climbing into the vibroshower. He pulled at the nozzle, expecting steaming water to come out. When it didn't, he frowned softly and called out, "Obi-Wan! Your shower's broken!"
A very sleepy Obi-Wan dragged himself into the room, rubbing his eyes, still half asleep, mumbling something about disturbed dreams and banthas. "What did you do this time, Anakin?" He glanced in the shower at the problem.
Anakin looked down, noting his Master's choice of undergarments, "Since when do you wear tighty-whities?" He shook his head, snickering.
A slight blush crept up Obi-Wan's face. He shrugged, "You're the one who's naked."
His Padawan snorted, "I don't take a shower in boxers, Obi-Wan! I know I'm irresistible, but stop looking at me and fix your shower!" He grabbed a towel and wrapped it snuggly about his waist, not wanting Obi-Wan's eyes on him.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, joining Anakin in the shower. He fiddled with the handle, groaning when nothing happened. "You must have used too much hot water last night."
Anakin shook his head, jerking the nozzle once more, "That can't be." He looked at the shower head mournfully, "I want a shower!"
His Master pushed the temperature gauge once more, "Oh don't be such a baby." He wiggled the shower head for good measure.
Suddenly the shower door behind them shut, and Obi-Wan jerked his head up to look at Anakin. "Don't look at me, my hands are right…" Before he could even finish his sentence, a series of unexpected flashes of light filled the room. At the same time, both the Jedi's were zapped by some sort of light and knocked unconscious.
He woke to a gritty sensation, heat permeating his backside.Oh Sith, this isn't a shower stall. He opened his eyes and saw the rather familiar sight of twin suns. You've GOT to be joking me! He turned to Obi-Wan rousing beside him, a thin layer of sand covering his fair skin.
His fingers balled into fists at his side as rage boiled within, "Rancor spit! I do not like sand!"
Obi-Wan looked up just in time to see an elderly man crumple to his knees in front of them, murmuring, "It can't be!" He fainted.
Anakin sighed heavily, rising. "Come on, Obi-Wan, let's get this old geezer inside and see if he can explain anything and if he has anything we can wear." he tugged at the towel, and said wistfully, "I hope he has more than briefs!"
