In the Prism of Time and Eternity, by Padawan Ben and Qwi

[jadyn.livejournal.com]

Making up for my last two. One now, another later today.

Title: In the Prism of Time and Eternity
Author: Padawan Ben and Qwi
Rating: R (IMO for violence)
Pairing: N/A (gen)
Author's E-mail: padawanben@yahoo.com and quigon_jinn@forcemail.net
Authors' Website: http://www.geocities.com/padawanben
Link to story: http://www.geocities.com/padawanben/stories/Prism/PRISM1.htm
Warnings: Uh... clear your schedule? It's quite long.













Reasons for recommending: This has got to be the slashiest non-slash TPM story I ever read. It's hard to say why without giving anything away. But I can say that the gut-wrenching emotional rollercoaster is quite satisfying. There's angst, action/adventure, and humour all wrapped up in one neat package. I love the setting, and all the character, and I especially love the way Obi-Wan's character plays off of... uh, I've said too much.

*****

Qui-Gon should be sitting just over there, studying his own datapad, drinking tea from that disreputable chipped and stained tea mug, long legs stretched out into the common area further than anyone's legs should reach. But he wasn't. Would never be there again.

Reaching out a slender finger, Obi-Wan keyed a file and then just sat back. His Master's calm, rich baritone filled the room, outlining the problems on Reega clearly and succinctly. His voice rang with authority, arguing for instant Senate intervention.

Bracing his chin in his hands, Obi-Wan let his eyes drift closed, let his mind drift back to the endless meetings he'd sat through, listening to his Master's voice. He let that voice surround him, carry him away to happier times. It worked, until the end of the file. Until it segued into the next file, and Obi-Wan heard: "Hello, my Padawan. What follows is...."

His eyes flew open. He sat bolt upright at the sound of that voice. So warm. So proud. Loving and possessive.

Obi-Wan didn't hear the rest of whatever Qui-Gon had dictated. His heart was beating so loudly, the blood in his ears was blocking his hearing. Slamming a fist against the console, he stopped the voice and tried to breathe. It was impossible to do so against the tears suddenly locking his throat, pouring from his eyes. Clutching the edge of the desk, he gulped air desperately, tried to regain his control and failed miserably.

*****

Padawan Ben and Qwi wrote a sequel to this story, which is oddly not on their site but on MA: In the Prism: A World Full of Weeping.

I wish they had written more though. This universe has such fantastic potential.

Comments

[majilique.livejournal.com]

The whole sereis was put on hold when one of the writers moved to the west coast, I believe. There were a couple of other stories in the sereis, but I'd have to dig through a lot of 3.5 floppies to find it.

Excellent choice!!!!!

[jadyn.livejournal.com]

I guess it's too much trouble to dig through those floppies, isn't it? =P Are those stories anywhere on the web? 'Cause I'd love to add more links here.

[majilique.livejournal.com]

Several of the stories, if I remember collectly never made it to the webpage, only on the mail list. *shrug*

It'll take awhile. I'll see what I can dig up over the weekend. Can't promise.

[jadyn.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Don't worry about it though, okay? Wouldn't want you to spend a ridiculous amount of time at this. =)