Modern AU ft. Obi-Wan in a wheelchair? Maybe he's a war vet turned college prof, or a detective that had a nasty run-in with a killer who murdered his adopted father and then fixated on him (*cough* Maul *cough*)
Hanging useless thin legs over the end of the couch, Obi-Wan stared
sleepily up at the ceiling of his apartment as he breathed deeply to
escape the clutches of his almost nightmare from his nap.
His breath was a cleansing breath, breathing out all his anxieties
like he had been taught to do.
Slow and steady breaths, releasing his anxieties as he imagined a
balloon slowly inflating and deflating and himself breathing in sync
with its actions before he carefully pushed himself up and dragged
himself to settle his feet onto the floor and pull his wheelchair
“This is what I get for fighting writer block with port wine.” He
mumbled grumpily while rubbing his lightly throbbing head before he
levered himself carefully into his chair and got comfortable.
Rolling himself to the kitchen, he got himself a glass of water and
peered at the window as he sipped slowly.
His first book had sold well, but then again his first book had been
about himself and Opress…
Maul Opress name still brought a shiver to his frame and he was glad
the man was never getting out of jail, especially not as long as
Obi-Wan kept showing up at the others hearings to ensure the man
wouldn’t get out.
Then again Opress seemed to get something out of it too, leering at
Obi-Wan every time.
Settling his empty glass on the counter, Obi-Wan rolled himself over
to his computer bag and carefully picked it up to settle it on his
lap before rolling to his laptop to pack it up.
Staying inside was obviously crushing any inspiration he had for
another book as his publisher had basically wanted a prologue to
Obi-Wan’s encounters with Opress.
Several of his old case files were copied onto a memory stick for
him, a favor from Rex and Cody who were still working with the
Coruscant police department after Obi-Wan had to quit after Opress
had injured him and killed…
Obi-Wan hands stilled on the zipper of his bag, closing his eyes to
take a deep breath. ‘Qui-Gon…’ He thought mournfully.
His adoptive father had been good to him, had taken him in when
Obi-Wan was getting too old for anyone to really adopt and had taken
the badly tempered teen in and loved him when no one else had.
Had encouraged a boy to become a man and a productive member of
society, helped him through college and been there when Obi-Wan
became a police officer.
The memory of his death was no longer crippling though.
It pained Obi-Wan but it no longer made him unable to live through
the days as those first few months had been as he had only come
through physical therapy and the court cases thanks to Rex and Cody
showing up everyday to ensure he took care of himself.
‘Blasted twins did make sure I had everything.’ He thought fondly
before sighing and finishing packing up his laptop.
He tucking the bag on his lap, he rolled to fetch his leg blanket,
coat, wallet, cellphone, keys and pulled on his travel gloves.
“…Okay, lets go find a nice place to write hmm?” Obi-Wan
breathed out then rolled himself out of the apartment and to the
elevator, taking it down to ground floor.
Looking around he took the street to the left and just let his hands
and wheels take them where they wanted until he found a cafe that
looked interesting and was accessible yet spacious inside.
And the name was amusing.
“The Sand Trap cafe?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help a small chuckle
before he rolled himself up the ramp and let himself in after the
door opened up, glancing around while taking in the pleasant aroma of
tea, coffee and pastries.
“Greetings sir, I’m Shmi.” A slightly plump woman with her
mahogany brown hair pulled back in a bun smiled warmly at him.
Obi-Wan had a feeling she looked older then she was but she had a
kind face. “How may I help you?”
Rolling himself to the counter, Obi-Wan smiled pleasantly up at her
in return, helpless to do anything else in the face of such
friendliness. “Well, what would you recommend a peckish man?”
Laughing softly, Shmi gestured to the glass display beside her. “Well
that all comes down if you’re a coffee or tea drinker and what kind
of pastries you like but if you want my personal suggestion, I’d go
for the pecan and caramel muffins today, fresh less then an hour
Chuckling quietly, Obi-Wan pulled his wallet out. “That does sound
good, I have a sweet tooth you see. As for drink I tend to be a tea
drinker…” He peeked up at board with the prices and blinked in
surprise. “You got loose leaf tea?”
The woman nodded happily. “Yes, a few jars. See one you fancy?”
Staring up at the menu for a few seconds, Obi-Wan felt a soft smile
cross his face. “Sapir?” He requested softly.
He remembered Qui-Gon drinking it everyday, the fragrant smell of the
green tea filling the kitchen and living room as they enjoyed cups
together when Obi-Wan had become an avid tea drinker himself.
Shmi nodded, still smiling warmly as she accepted Obi-Wan’s twenty.
“Please, find yourself a seat, there’s outlets along the wall if
you need to recharge your computer. I’ll be with you in a few
moments with your order.”
Accepting his change Obi-Wan nodded gratefully before he did as told,
backing his chair lightly and then rolling over to a spot with an
outlet, carefully pushing the chair by it to the other table and then
rolling himself into place.
His position allowed him to peer out the large window at the people
walking past yet also allowed him space to see the counter at the
‘This… could be my new spot if it doesn’t get too crowded…’
Obi-Wan settled into his chair, pulling his laptop out of his bag
with a relaxed smile as he set it up.