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10 September 2006 @ 09:33 pm
Fic: 'Through the Window.'  
Title: Through The Window.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (M)
Time Period: Inter-film - tPM & AotC.
Summary: The window had no idea.

Author's Note: This was random inspiration, at its finest. A great deal of fun was had in the writing and it was one I couldn't resist, to which my notebook bears testament.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


Decisiveness drove the Jedi through the window. Use of the Force helped the Jedi find the ridges now gripped tightly as the droid streaked through the traffic, darting close to various vehicles to lose its unwanted passenger.

“E chu ta wermo!” Accompanied by shaken fists was witnessed more than once.

“I hate flying,” the Jedi muttered under his breath as his blue-grey eyes focused on what was ahead, pulling his feet up, swaying his body to the left before swinging swiftly to the right. Note was taken of the altitude being lost as the droid followed its programming to return to its owner via the most direct route.

Suspended from a droid wasn’t the best time to remember a recent discussion in patience with one’s padawan. The irony of the memory surfacing in his present circumstance wasn’t lost and a decision was made, as to whether his padawan needed to know about this escapade.

He didn’t.

On Coruscant, it was the belief of its vic— targets that the holorazzi never slept. Who knew when they were, or weren’t, under surveillance? Much had been seen by the journalist waiting the return of his droid that’d been sent on a quick sweeping peek through the windows of the Senatorial representative for the Chommell Sector; his focus had extended to include the new Senator with the disappointment of the Alderaanian representative. With everything he’d seen, heard and reported with glaringly lurid headlines, nothing had prepared him for what he saw as the Jedi dropped to the ledge before the darkened billboard that ordinarily flashed an advertisement for a lower levels nightclub.

The droid, with an almost human sigh, fell with childish ease to the duracrete. The journalist regarded the Jedi, for whom this seemed to be an everyday occurrence. This was a story that he could sell, easily, to any Holonet channel.

Jedi rescues Senator’s honour!

Too commonplace, he decided. There was no proof the man standing before him was a Jedi, but who else could’ve grabbed and held onto the droid all that time? It was best to err on the side of caution, grab the droid and strategically retreat.

Curiosity slowed his movements; he had to know, if it was a Jedi or not.

Brushing a hand against his thigh, dislodging the fine dust he’d accrued from diving through the window, the Jedi glanced to the still droid before his gaze settled upon the smaller man standing before him in nondescript clothing that’d make it easy for him to vanish in the lower levels. “Are there copies of the recording?”

“What’s it worth?”

“A reputation.” His arms folded as he studied the other man closely. This conversation was being recorded. It was in the placement of the older man’s hands and their visible lack; one hand was in the left hip trouser pocket. Even his padawan, for whom observation wasn’t a skill oft used, would’ve seen where it was.

The holocam tugged itself free of the imprisoning pocket.

With an exasperated flick of his head now his suspicions about the young man’s identity were confirmed (pah, Jedi!), the journalist could see an approaching speeder. In the driver’s seat sat a young woman. Her face was partially obscured by the fall of dark brown hair as she pulled the speeder next to the billboard, close enough should the Jedi decide to depart abruptly and enough distance that she couldn’t be readily identified. He accepted it could be a Handmaiden – he recognised the speeder as belonging to Nabooian security – and not the Senator herself.

It was dark, however, and if he’d still had that small …

He glowered at the Jedi who’d tossed the ‘cam into the backseat of the open-air speeder. “Reputations are news.”

The Jedi shook his head and the droid rose in the air, floating toward the backseat of the waiting speeder.

“That’s my property!” The Jedi had already taken the smaller ‘cam. That was an acceptable loss. But the droid? That wasn’t to be borne as he strode after it, until a hand stopped him; incensed, he’d not seen the Jedi block his path. Stepping left, he found the Jedi already there. Obviously, there was something of worth on that droid!

“That is not your droid.”

“That isn’t my droid.”

“You want to go home and forget this happened.”

“I want to go home and forget this happened,” the journalist intoned. Turning away from the Jedi, he stopped and half-turned, looking to the Jedi over his shoulder. “You know you’re naked, right?”

The Jedi smiled as he leaned over to accept the outer robe that’d been offered to him by the young woman in the speeder. “I’d not noticed,” he commented wryly. The journalist continued to his own speeder.

Shrugging into the robe, he chuckled upon seeing the smile curving the lips of the Senator who pulled away from the unlit billboard, smoothly re-entering the nearest traffic lane. “Obi-Wan.”


“I hope this isn’t going to become habit.”

His arm stretched along the back of the seat and his hand rested on her shoulder, giving it a pat as he laughed, heartily and warmly.
Armchair DM: Matt's Cats: New Toy!armchairdm on September 10th, 2006 12:49 pm (UTC)
Just wow.
This is marvellous. Very upbeat; creative. Conjures a very nice, upbeat kind of imagery.

But I have to know one thing. Why do I suspect that their visits will often invoke drama; if not exactly like that, very similiar. It must be the cynic in me.
F. J.: lantern & candlesmorethanacandle on September 10th, 2006 12:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you, very much, for the kind words.

It must be the cynic in me.
It's the cynic in you, I'm going to hazard as a guess! It depends on whether you're speaking of the internal 'world' of this particular story or you're thinking that each 'fic posted is connected.
dreaming_owldreaming_owl on October 2nd, 2006 02:43 am (UTC)
I think you are becoming one of my favorite fic writers. Short and sweet, but always well done.
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on October 2nd, 2006 03:08 am (UTC)
Thank you kindly, for your very kind words. It's always heartening to hear when someone enjoys your work and flattering if you're becoming one of their favourite writers, of any genre, to read. It's also blush-inducing, if you're myself.

Please, feel free to friend this journal if you'd like to keep up with further fiction as not fiction is posted to various communities.
BaWy - mole watcher/braces twanger: Bondagebawy on March 18th, 2007 08:23 am (UTC)
It's a truly adorable read. :D
F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on March 18th, 2007 08:32 am (UTC)
Thank you very much for your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it; it was much fun to write.
kenobifanlealynnkenobi on June 22nd, 2007 03:58 pm (UTC)
I know I've read this before, but I have no idea where my comment would be...

Again, lovely written. Gave me the giggles. :)
F. J.: lantern & candlesmorethanacandle on June 23rd, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
That's interesting because I could've sworn that you'd commented on this, previously, and I'd replied to it.

Never mind, since now, you've commented.

Gave me the giggles. :)
This is probably the best praise I could ever hear for this story; it's humour is there and some people have commented that it's hidden and they 'didn't get it.' To hear someone got giggly from reading this? Music to my ears because there was a lot of laughter involved in the writing of this.