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Author	Topic: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 26, updated 05/11 FINALLY
Magier Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/26/07 1:22pm Subject: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 26, updated 05/11 FINALLY - Date Edited: 5/10 12:39am (30 edits total) Edited By: Magier
	Title: No Legacy So Rich Author: Magier Characters: Xanatos, OCs, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin Timeframe: This will begin Before the Saga, and ultimate end up in the Saga time frame so I have chosen to post here. Disclaimer/Claimer: I don't own anything or make any money, I am just messing with their lives for the fun of it. Summary: Someone takes something very important from Xanatos. PM List: Healer_Leona aliceandjasper dianethx Kelia obsessedwithSW VaderLVR64 bek Gkilkenny Jaira ratna jedidas3 Quigonjecca wolf_kenobi -----signature----- No Legacy So Rich : Xan,OC, Obi, Qui (12/19) Seekers, Not Saints: SW/TB crossover (8/12)
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Magier Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/26/07 1:23pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon)
	Chapter 1 Sleeping like a baby … A slight smile curved her lips as she observed the man sleeping beside her. He was lying stretched out on his stomach. Ebony hair spilled over broad, muscular shoulders, such a contrast against skin that was nearly as pale as alabaster. Her gaze continued its sweep down his back, stopped effectively by the sheet bunched low around his hips. This job was too easy, pleasant compared to the slobbering drunks and dirty old men she had been forced to seduce in the past. Mia shook her head, giving herself a reality check. There was nothing easy about this. Xanatos Yahsi, the man sleeping beside her, was powerful and dangerous, she reminded herself. It was time to gather herself and get to work. She quietly slipped from the sleepcouch, picking up a discarded robe -- his robe. Her senses were immediately infused with his clean, masculine scent as she pulled the soft silk around her body. She turned one last glance toward the sleeping man as she freed her waist length, dark hair from beneath the robe. ‘No entanglements, no desires, no feelings,’ she said firmly in her mind. It was a motto that had served her well, but never before had it been so challenged. She began by rummaging through his belongings, careful to leave things looking untouched and to make as little noise a possible. The drug she had used would keep him out long enough for her to be back in bed beside him when he woke, but it was good to never take chances. Finding nothing of consequence, she sat down at the data terminal, biting down on her lip. ‘He’s careful … and thorough,’ she thought as she pulled up his notes on the week’s activities and began to skim through them. He certainly had a lot of colorful things to say about her employer, Rilk Gaden, but there still seemed to be a complete lack of any Offworld records. “You won’t find what you’re looking for there.” The deep, sultry voice sent a chill down her spine. She looked up sharply, allowing a smile she didn’t feel to spread across her face. How she reacted at the moment could mean the difference between life and death. “I was just checking some messages. I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your robe,” she said, ignoring his previous remark. He sat up, reaching a hand across his chest to massage his neck. “You lie well, my dear.” “I don’t what you’re talking about,” she said, feigning confusion. “Enter code 136 on the terminal.” She hesitantly did as requested. Her breath caught in her throat as the screen danced to life with a collage of her past. He had everything -- images of her on former jobs, records, aliases – everything. “It makes me wonder how desperate Rilk Gaden is if he thinks I would be so gullible. Surely he knows me better from our past dealings. Does he not think I would research why Mycor Corporation fell, or Denzen Industries? It was only a matter of time before he took aim at Offworld.” The grin that spread across Xanatos’ face made her shudder. “His ideas for insider information are formidable. What better way to get to a man than through a beautiful woman?” It was time to make an escape, she decided as she stood to her feet. She pulled the blaster she had concealed in the pocket of the robe and pointed it at him. “It appears the charade is up,” she said. “Apparently.” He shrugged, looking not even the slightest bit unnerved at having a weapon aimed him. He lifted his hand, and before she could react, the blaster was ripped from her grip and floated to him. “If you had been a little more thorough, you might have found that I am Force-sensitive and trained in the Jedi arts. I was expelled from the Order, of course. Somehow, I just didn’t fit in there.” She felt an invisible grip begin to close around her throat, tight enough to nearly induce panic, but not enough to completely block her breathing. He was toying with her. Instinct told her that if he wanted her dead she would already be dead. If she remained calm, she might think of a way out of this, though none came to mind at the moment. “I drugged you,” she gasped out as she sunk down to sit on the floor and leaned against the wall. “Did you ever see me actually drink from my glass?” “No,” she whispered. He had walked out on the balcony, where he could have casually discarded the contents of his glass. She had been careless and overconfident to let him out of her sight. “Why?” “What do you mean, why?” “Why did you play along? Why am I still alive? Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Yahsi, and you aren’t known for your mercy.” He cocked his head to the side, smiling at her blunt assertion. She felt the grip on her throat loosen and greedily sucked in air. “Have a seat.” She quickly returned to the chair at the data terminal as he got up from the bed. He walked to the closet where he pulled out another robe and slipped it on. “As you can see, I have done my homework on you.” He removed two glasses from a nearby cabinet and filled them with a richly colored liquor. “I have learned that you are intelligent, cunning, competent … rare qualities … believe me, I know.” He handed her one of the glasses. “A toast?” “To what?” she asked, accepting the glass. “Our new partnership, of course.” “I never agreed to any partnership … I won’t …” He put a finger to her lip, the warning that flashed through those mysterious eyes effectively silencing her. “It would be a waste if you were to just disappear,” he said as he pulled his finger away and sat down on the edge of the desk. “I’ll pay twice what Gaden pays you and offer you a position more deserving of your mind.” She dropped her head down to hide her eyes, afraid she would look a little too eager. It was freedom from Gaden that she craved more than anything. “How do you know you can trust me?” She stood and brought her lips near to his, trailing a finger down his cheek. “I just tried to seduce you in the name of corporate espionage.” He firmly pushed her back down into the chair, completely unfazed by the charm that had earlier seemed to have him eating out of her hand. “You will prove you are trustworthy by helping me bring Gaden down.” “I’m listening.” “We continue with the charade for this week. You let him think you are getting closer to me. I will feed you false information that should lead him to some quite devastating decisions.” He leaned toward her, delight lighting up his face. “It will be sweet revenge for us both.” “Both?” she questioned, half afraid to find out what more he knew about her. “I know you’re being blackmailed into working for him, and that this isn’t the kind of life you wanted. I assure you, I can make the incident on Prius IV disappear. And after we are done with Gaden, he won’t come after you.” Mia downed the remaining contents of her glass in one gulp and stood up. “I need to think this through.” She stumbled toward the balcony in hasty retreat. Her gut told her she was exchanging one form of servitude for another, but it equally told her that Gaden was going down and that she would sink with him if she didn’t help Xanatos. She dropped her face into her hands, alarmed when she suddenly felt the warmth of lips against her neck. Though part of her wanted to give in, she wrenched herself away. He caught her and pulled her back against his body. “I guess I will be your perk in this arrangement,” she spat out bitterly. Men were all the same. He rested his lips against her ear. “I don’t intend to use you in that way,” he said softly. “I sensed your shame and all the barriers you had built to protect yourself. No entanglements, no desires, no feelings … isn’t that true?” It bothered her deeply that he seemed to know so much about her, and so much about that which she had always kept to herself. “I wonder,” he continued in a soothing, silky voice. “When was the last time you let yourself just be a woman? Not someone to be used. Just a woman?” Despite her resolve to hold herself together, she felt betraying tears seep from the corners of her eyes. The very idea of just being a woman seemed foreign anymore. “I sense that I have awakened something in you,” he said as he reached up to wipe the tears away. He leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away. This time he let her go. “I am hardly thinking clearly enough to …” “You’re right,” he interrupted. “I wouldn’t make such life changing decisions under duress, why should I expect it of you?” He swept her discarded clothing off the floor, and placed it in her hands. “Tomorrow … evening meal at 1800 … we will start this over fresh.” She quickly dressed, aware of how he looked at her. It wasn’t with the same disgustingly lustful gawking that Gaden subjected her to, but with the appreciation and respect of someone admiring fine art. He finished off the last of his glass of wine as he showed her to the door. “Wear something that complements your beauty. I want Gaden to remember you on my arm when I send his world crashing in on him.” The door closed behind her and she looked back as she wandered toward her own room. A verbal warning had not been necessary. Like she had said, the leader of Offworld’s reputation preceded him. He would know if she ran back to Gaden, and he also knew she had no intention of doing so. The last few minutes had been a blur. He had played expertly on her emotions, offering all she wanted in exchange for everything. She had, in fact, fallen into a trap similar to the one she had set. She had been seduced, and somehow, she found she didn’t care. *** The knock at the door was quiet, but firm. Mia turned off the water, grabbing a dish towel to wipe off wet, dripping hands as she quickly made her way to the front door. She stopped briefly at a mirror to straighten chin-length, auburn hair and to make sure her bathrobe covered her completely. It was embarrassing to be caught still washing breakfast dishes at this time of the morning, but it seemed she was starting off more slowly and with less energy these days. She frowned at her reflection. So this is what she had come to, paler than should be skin and dark circles under dull eyes. She could remember a time when she had turned the heads of many eligible bachelors, when not a hair was out of place, and she had dressed in the finest silks. With just a stroke of a perfectly manicured finger down a man’s cheek, she could have persuaded him to promise her the world. She laughed at her musings. That seemed like another lifetime. Did it really matter how she looked now? It was probably just a neighbor at the door. Without a second thought she answered the knock. The man at the door filled the frame in height as well a presence. He seemed to suck the air from the room. She struggled to breathe as though she were drowning and began to back away, a sob lodged in her throat as she shook her head in denial. “Aren’t you going to invite me in, Mia?” Xanatos said quietly. His face was calm, lacking any of the anger she expected to see there. “Your neighbors are starting to stare.” He made no move to enter until she nodded, numb, unable to speak. He smiled and swept into the room, closing the door behind him. The sound of the lock latching echoed through her form. She felt her knees grow weak as her heart began to pound wildly in her chest. He had found her. -----signature----- No Legacy So Rich : Xan,OC, Obi, Qui (12/19) Seekers, Not Saints: SW/TB crossover (8/12)
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/26/07 1:29pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon)
	Lovely start. He made no move to enter until she nodded, numb, unable to speak. He smiled and swept into the room, closing the door behind him. The sound of the lock latching echoed through her form. She felt her knees grow weak as her heart began to pound wildly in her chest. He had found her Awesome chatper ending!! If you do PM update, may I be put on the list?s -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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aliceandjasper Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 7/26/07 2:42pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon)
	He had found her. Oh, oh, not good...is it? Interesting beginning, though I have no idea where Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan will figure into this. If you keep a PM list for this fic I would like to be on it.
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Itachi-Uchiha Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/26/07 4:04pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon)
	Yikes! Tough lady to try and trick Xanatos. Exciting way to begin this and I'm eager to read more. -----signature----- Headstrong : http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27188681/p1/?5 Xanatos/Quinlan/Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan/Dooku Updated December 17th! In Memoriam: Itachi Uchiha
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/26/07 4:11pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon)
	Love the backstory and the way you brought us back to the present. Xan is one scary guy, intellegent, devious and with a healthy degree of pride. Love it. Please put me on your PM list. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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KELIA Title: The Pretty in Pink Fan Fic Manager Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/27/07 9:03am Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon)
	Very intriguing. I like that Xanatos realized how uncomfortable Mia really was with the role she was playing and offered her the chance to work with him instead of just killing her to send Gaden a message. If you have a PM list for this, please add me. Looking forward to more -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 NaNaWriMo Progress: 11,018
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Magier Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/28/07 10:46am Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - Date Edited: 7/28/07 11:28am (1 edits total) Edited By: Magier
	Healer_Leona - Trust me. It's not good that he's found her. aliceandjasper - No, it's not good at all. Bear with me. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon will figure into this story soon. Itachi-Uchiha - Oh, Mia has lots of tricks up her sleeves. She's pretty devious. dianethx - And in many ways, Mia is his match as you will soon find out. Kelia - Mia and Xan have a complex history together, something you will see a little more of as the story progresses. Note:I have at least the rough draft of the first six chapters of this story written. In case you begin to wonder, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan show up around chapter 5. The first few chapters are going to give some important background for the rest of the story, and deal mostly with Xanatos and Mia. Chapter 2 Mia drummed her fingers along the surface of the bar, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the glossy surface. Like everything else in the club, it was elegant to the last detail, and on a new level of opulence from anything she had previously seen. She took a sip of her drink, swirling the fine liquor in its heavy crystal glass. To be honest, she felt entirely out of place. In her line of work she had been wined and dined in style, but never been privy to an establishment of this level of exclusivity. Her involvement with Xanatos Yahsi over the past two weeks had whisked her into a new echelon in society, and it had come at a cost. She had found herself at Xanatos’ beck and call, and constantly watched. Even now a guard was not far, for her protection, of course. She had received a simple message attached to a parcel earlier in the day. The message said only to meet him at the Medallion Club for evening meal and to look her best. She had fulfilled that request, she mused, as she caught her reflection again. Her hair was caught high upon her head with an ornate clip, dark ringlets cascading down her long, slender neck. She wore a low cut gown of deep blue shimmersilk that clung to her curves. A jeweled necklace and earrings, provided in the parcel, accented her look. She was smugly satisfied that she had managed to turn the head of nearly every man she had encountered that evening. Even Xanatos himself, was genuinely impressed. The meal had been quick, Xanatos barely saying anything before he was whisked to the upper floors of the club in a lift, leaving her to wait for the last four hours. She didn’t dare leave. Hands were suddenly on her shoulders, warm breath against her ear. She gasped, startled, calming when she heard Xanatos’ voice. “You’re not watching your back, my dear. I would have expected a shiv in my throat for sneaking up on you like that.” Xanatos said softly. “It’s not that it’s a bad thing. I want you to feel safe.” “You certainly took your time,” she said, making her irritation evident. “I apologize. The meeting dragged on longer than expected. Come.” He offered her his hand, then wrapped her arm around his and escorted her out to a waiting private aircab. Once the vehicle had taken off, he settled back into the seat and spoke. “Our efforts have paid off,” he said with pride. “Gaden’s empire is collapsing, and being sold off to the highest bidder.” Several prominent businessmen had ascended the same elevator with Xanatos, and she had a pretty good idea what happened up there. The corporate map of this sector of the galaxy had been redrawn. “So, that’s what the meeting was about tonight. The smell of blood, and you were all closing in for the kill.” “I managed to come away with Gaden’s operations on Jasca. It is a lucrative enough purchase to make up for what Offworld lost on Bandomeer.” She looked out as the aircab passed through busy thoroughfares wondering, as she had many times in the last few days, what this meant for her life. Was her time as a pawn over? “So, have I proved my loyalty to you?” she asked. “More than sufficiently,” he said. “This would not have been possible without your help.” “So, what now?” He leaned forward, assuming a more business-like tone. “I would like for you to come onboard with Offworld as my personal assistant. The one who was serving in that role served my father before me and was due his retirement. I have not yet found a satisfactory replacement. It would involve travel, as you would accompany me on business related trips. Obviously, there would be responsibilities with scheduling and various errands.” He handed her a datapad. “This is the compensation. It is negotiable, but I think you will find it generous.” “It is,” she said as the aircab came to a stop at the private entrance on the upper levels of their hotel. She carefully thought over her options as he led her through the hallways. They stopped outside his suite. “Join me for a drink. We can talk more,” he said. Once inside, he poured them both a drink before taking a seat on the sofa next to her. “You bring the added benefit of knowing the players in this world. I will count on you to filter through only those deserving of my time and attention. At times I will call upon you to represent me personally, as well. She took a sip of her drink. In reality, she didn’t need to give it much thought. Offers like this did not come along every day. It was the strings she knew were attached to the deal that bothered her. “I will need to go settle my affairs before joining you on Telos. I have a flat, possessions, bills, and obligations …” “Done,” he replied confidently. “What?!” “I sent someone to settle your affairs. Gaden no doubt knows you have betrayed him, and it is not safe for you to return to where you used to live. My personal accountant, with the proper identifiers, can transfer your accounts to Telos.” “Usually when someone meddles in another’s personal affairs, they have the common decency to ask consent,” she said angrily. “I like to take care of what I value.” “There’s a difference between caring and suffocating,” she bit back. “I need to go.” “Stay,” he demanded as she approached the door. It was spoken in the tone of one accustomed to having his way, and effectively stopped her. “Please stay,” he repeated in a softer voice, approaching her from behind. She felt her anger bleed away as though he was exuding some sort of calm over her. The thought of another night in his arms replaced the hostility as those arms encircled her. “I want you to stay,” he whispered into her ear. He began to lay light kisses down her neck, and she felt the clip that held her hair up move. Her long hair fell down her back. He began to comb through the sleek locks with his fingers, murmuring, “so soft.” “I need more autonomy if this is going to work.” She stepped away, trying to think through the fog of her emotions and desires. “I feel like your prisoner, watched, followed.” “I am only trying to protect you.” He paused, deciding if he should continue. “Gaden already has quite a high bounty on your head.” She turned to face him, covering her mouth with a trembling hand. “Don’t worry. You’re safe,” he soothed. He ran his fingers down her cheek, pulling her hand away from her face before covering his lips with his own. His hand trailed through her hair, stroking down her neck, and coming to the small of her back as he drew her closer to him. It was too much for her to think that he actually had feelings for her. More likely, he felt that she now belonged to him. But having his entire focus on her was intoxicating. *** Xanatos stalked towards her, backing her to the wall as he studied her intently. He reached out and gently fingered the hair framing her face. “You cut it,” he said with a hint of disappointment. “But, I like the new color.” Gentle fingers caressed her face, despite the harsh tone of his voice. “Did you really think merely changing your physical appearance would hide you. I can sense you, feel your presence, Mia.” “How … how …” “Did I find you?” He completed the question. “You are smart. Remember, I said that it is one of your more admirable qualities. I missed you by mere days in the last place. You obviously grew careless this time.” He resumed teasing the wavy locks framing her paling face. “Maybe it was this neighborhood. It seems pleasant and peaceful. You shouldn’t get attached when you are on the run, my dear.” He drew her chin up and touched his lips to hers. As he deepened his kiss, she found she could only move her mouth against his. He pressed his body closer, pinning her against the wall. As their passions flared, it was easy to forget why she had run and most importantly, the danger she was in even at the very moment. He broke off his kiss and she licked her lips, still trying to catch her breath, still teetering on the edge of panic. “Have I ever laid a hand on you or hurt you in any way?” She shook her head, unable to speak as tears let loose and began to trail down her cheeks. He had never physically hurt her, though she had seen what he was capable of with her own eyes. “Then why are you consumed with fear of me?” “I know… I know how you handle betrayal,” she answered. A sneer stretched across his features, and his voice took on a more dangerous edge. “Then you are fortunate I have always been weak when it comes to you.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Don’t forget that,” he said sharply. “You won’t get another chance. Now, get your fear under control,” Xanatos whispered. “He can sense it. You’re upsetting him.” She looked over Xanatos’ shoulder, catching sight of the toddler that had wandered into the room. With raven hair and bright blue eyes, he was the perfect image of his father. The boy’s lips trembled, and he clutched tightly to a well-loved blanket that trailed on the floor behind him. “Mama?” he questioned. He started for his mother, eyeing Xanatos warily, and clutched onto her robe. “When did he start walking?” Xanatos asked in a voice thick with emotion. “About a month ago,” she replied, doing her best to compose herself. Xanatos was right. When she was calm, Crion was calm. When she was afraid, Crion was terrified. “He was wobbly away from the furniture at first.” “I think you should introduce us, Mia. I doubt he remembers me,” Xanatos said as he squatted down. She took a deep breath and settled down on the floor next to her son. The boy quickly scrambled into her lap. “Crion, this is your daddy.” She had taken off with her son … his son … four months earlier, and had no doubt that Xanatos had torn the galaxy apart looking for them. Crion was his pride and joy, named proudly after his father, something he considered worthy to be his legacy. The boy buried his head into her chest. She watched as Xanatos closed his eyes. Crion suddenly turned and looked at his father, a slight giggled escaping him as though there were a spark of recognition. Mia didn’t understand the mystical nature of the Force, but she knew that Xanatos and his son shared something she had no comprehension of, and that was what scared her more than anything. As Crion took a hesitant step toward his father, Mia felt faint. “Not now,” she whispered. The room began to spin, the task of holding of her eyelids up suddenly feeling impossible, and she felt cold, so cold. Xanatos’ eyes snapped up to meet hers. She saw him move, but slumped to the ground before he could reach her and break her fall. Crion began to cry. “Where’s your medication?” She vaguely wondered about the obvious affection and concern she heard in his voice as she whispered,” kitchen,” before everything blacked out. -----signature----- No Legacy So Rich : Xan,OC, Obi, Qui (12/19) Seekers, Not Saints: SW/TB crossover (8/12)
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/28/07 11:05am Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 2, updated 7/28
	I love backstories. That he didn't even bother to ask her, just took care of her concerns is smothering and darn annoying as well, as if she's some kind of possession. It may be that she's a soft, useful possession but she is a person and Xan would do well to remember that. Now, we see that his son is born and has some Force skills if his reaction to his father is any indication. Mia is sick. She probably needs Xan's help whether she wants it or not. Great job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/29/07 10:32am Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 2, updated 7/28
	I will need to go settle my affairs before joining you on Telos. I have a flat, possessions, bills, and obligations …” “Done,” he replied confidently. “What?!” “I sent someone to settle your affairs. Gaden no doubt knows you have betrayed him, and it is not safe for you to return to where you used to live. My personal accountant, with the proper identifiers, can transfer your accounts to Telos.” Hmm, those his reasonings seem legit, I can't help but wonder. It seems pleasant and peaceful. You shouldn’t get attached when you are on the run, my dear.” No doubt that lesson is now well learned. Oh dear, what is wrong with Mia??? -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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KELIA Title: The Pretty in Pink Fan Fic Manager Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/29/07 1:46pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 2, updated 7/28
	I love how Xanatos took care of Mia so well, though, if he had at least asked her about settling her affairs, perhaps she would have trusted him more and not run. "Where's your medication?" Uh oh Great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 NaNaWriMo Progress: 11,018
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obsessedwithSW Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 7/29/07 10:22pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 2, updated 7/28 - Date Edited: 7/30/07 7:11pm (1 edits total) Edited By: obsessedwithSW
	Wonderful ! I see youve joined the others in your obsession for Xanathos although I cant blame you he is such the hot bad boy! Where's Obi-Ew I thought she would be here for some hot Xan? Please put me on the pm list! -----signature----- Yes Darth Maul -bring sexy back! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW8kOYvwVng Avid SiriWaner ! Stories in Bio
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Itachi-Uchiha Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/30/07 10:43am Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 2, updated 7/28
	Loved the moment between father and son. So Mia is sick and now Xan has her back under his thumb. -----signature----- Headstrong : http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27188681/p1/?5 Xanatos/Quinlan/Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan/Dooku Updated December 17th! In Memoriam: Itachi Uchiha
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Magier Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/1/07 8:35am Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 2, updated 7/28
	dianethx - Well, then more backstory coming your way. Unfortunately Xan is someone who just does what he feels needs to be done without consulting others. He is used to being in control, and I'm afraid he is having trouble taking Mia's personal feelings into consideration. And yes, while she chooses to ignore it, she really does need help right now. Healer_Leona - I am sure Xan has no problems rationalizing everything in his mind. Mia has definitely learned that Xanatos will find her when on the run. Kelia - Trust is not something either of them are really capable of. Mutual suspicion does not make for a good relationship, even if they really do have feelings for each other. obsessedwithSW - Oh, Xanatos is a worthy obsession. He is such a conflicted character, and I enjoy writing him. Itachi-Uchiha - Yes, Xanatos has his little family back where he wants them now, safe with him. I don't think Mia is happy about it though. This next post doesn't advance the plot much, but I couldn't resist writing it. Chapter 3 The lights in his office – the private office that adjoined his sleeping chamber – were turned down low. Shadows danced against the wall. The dim, gentle light helped to soothe the ache that had set into his head as did the rich liquor that burned a path down the back of his throat. “How did it go?” He turned toward the voice, having felt her presence long before she spoke. Long hair, slightly tousled by sleep, fell freely down her back. A black silk gown hung loosely on her shoulders, caressing the curves of her body. She was a welcome, alluring sight after such a long trip, and his eyes drank her in. “They are going to need more incentive, but at least the meetings weren’t a complete waste of time.” He took her hand as she came closer and pulled her into his lap. A purr rumbled in his chest at the feel of her warm body next to him once again. “Sorry to wake you,” he said before claiming her lips. Xanatos was always at war with himself when it came to Mia. The shrewd, ever cautious part of him that had served him well for most his life cursed him for getting too involved and allowing her to become an integral part of his life. Feelings were foolish and trusting her would only lead to trouble. But the part of him that looked out and saw only a future of continued solitude, alone in his sprawling estate welcomed her. It was that side of him that wanted to hold onto her and never let her out of his sight. “How have things been here?” he asked. “Have you had any difficulty with the staff?” “No,” she answered. “That’s good.” It was a practical concern. Mia was his lover, not a wife, but he still wanted his staff to treat her with respect, as though she had every right to be there. He had offered her a room in his estate, but to his knowledge, she had never slept there. It had come as no surprise to find her in his private quarters when he returned. And now it was time to address what he had heard since leaving. “Soren told me that you saw a doctor recently,” he said gently. He tried to infuse his voice with concern, but felt certain a rebuke would come. Mia stiffened, pulling away from him as much as his arms would allow. “Why is it so hard for you to simply ask how I am doing?” she asked. “It seems you already know I am going to tell you something before I can get the words out of my mouth.” “I’m sorry.” He pulled her close again. “I am a man who is accustomed to trusting no one. Every time I do, I pay a price. Old habits are hard to break.” Running his thumb down the side of her cheek, he pressed a kiss to her head. “I just want to know if you are well.” He sensed rising apprehension and uncertainty, and began to fear the worst. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’m pregnant. The baby is yours, of course,” she hurriedly added. Stunned into silence, he allowed her words to sink in for a moment before forming a response. “Why so much unease over carrying my child?” “We haven’t been together very long. I haven’t been sure how you would react, and …” “Do I strike you as the kind of man who would cast his child, and the mother of that child, out on the street?” “No,” she said softly. “It would just be very easy for a man like you – wealthy, powerful -- who has much to lose and doesn’t easily trust to see this as a ploy.” “You have nothing to worry about.” He reached down, his hand settling on her abdomen. “This is a gift, not a curse.” He helped her to her feet before getting up from his chair. “But, you need your rest, now.” He led her into the room they shared and settled into bed next to her. As they both drifted off to sleep, his mind tried to wrap itself around the idea of fatherhood. It was something he never thought would happen to him. Soon he would have a daughter or a son. A daughter -- he imagined a little girl as beautiful and intelligent as her mother. He, of course, would never let a man near her, and would have to protect her and teach her to defend herself. The galaxy was a treacherous place. Or a son -- an heir to survive him and carry on his family name. He would teach that son everything he knew. “Crion,” Rena called in a soft, friendly voice. Xanatos resisted a smirk at the distress that rested just beneath the surface of her charming, amicable façade. The young woman was quickly losing her patience. “Come out,” she called in a sing-song voice. “Play time is over.” She turned, freezing at the sight of her employer leaning in the doorframe. “Sir?” she said quickly, bowing her head. “I was hoping to see my son,” Xanatos said. “He’s hiding somewhere in this room. He isn’t fond of napping.” She sighed in exasperation, her panic multiplying at the thought of having to explain how she had lost the boy. “I know he is still in the room.” “Of course he is, and we will find him,” Xanatos assured her. “Talk with me for a moment. How is Crion adjusting to being back home? Be honest.” “He is adjusting fine, although he tends to be a bit stubborn and strong-willed,” she said hesitantly. “He asks about his mother quite a bit. “Is he seeing enough of Mia?” “As much as her doctor will allow, Sir.” Rena bowed her head before adding, “I don’t think it is enough though.” Mia’s pregnancy had quickly become an exercise in keeping both mother and child alive. Crion had been born healthy and strong. Mia, however, had grown weaker with each passing day. They had nearly lost her during delivery. When she continued to remain frail even months after Crion’s birth, the doctors had begun looking for an explanation. A month later, Mia was diagnosed with Nowat syndrome, a rare, debilitating disease. While there were drugs that could slow the progress of the disease and treat the symptoms, the outcome was inevitable. Mia was dying, which made her decision to run and chance leaving Crion an orphan all the more puzzling to Xanatos. “I am between meetings. Take a break. I will find him and put him down for a nap,” Xanatos said confidently. “I will call you when he is asleep.” “Are you sure?” Rena asked, failing to hide her surprise. “He can be a bit … difficult.” “I’ll be fine,” Xanatos assured her. “I need to take a more active role in his life.” “As you wish, Sir.” She bowed and exited. Xanatos surveyed the room. There was no visible sign of little Crion; he was well hidden. Fortunately, Xanatos could observe the room with a second sight and quickly sensed where the boy was tucked away in an empty cabinet. “I am not one of your caregivers, Crion,” he called. “And you aren’t old enough to know how to shield yet. You can’t hide from me.” Silence. He kneeled down next to the cabinet and quickly opened the door. The child inside squealed loudly, squirming and kicking his feet as Xanatos reached in to try to grab him. “Come on. Nap time, Crion,” Xanatos grunted, trying to avoid being kicked. “No.” Crion jutted out his bottom lip in a scowl. “No nap.” “Yes, it is nap time.” Xanatos scooped up his son, carrying the thrashing child to the crib. “Noooo!” “Yes,” Xanatos replied firmly as he deposited the boy in the crib, thankful there were bars. He looked down at his clothes, aware of the large wet spots where his son had slobbered on him. Grabbing a nearby blanket, he blotted the damp silk. He was going to have to change before his next meeting. He looked up in time to see Crion standing, one leg slung over the side of the crib. “Oh, no you don’t,” he scolded. Crion shrieked as Xanatos approached. The boy began to run in circles in the confined space before stopping to face his father. “No nap!” Xanatos leaned against the railing, easily imagining himself being as difficult as a child. He had heard stories. “You’ve made your wishes abundantly clear,” he said, wondering why he was even trying to reason with a toddler. “But, I’m your father, and it is nap time.” “Dee,” the boy said, directing a chubby finger across the room. “I suppose I should know what ‘dee’ is,” Xanatos mused, looking in the indicated direction. A large pile of stuffed animals rested on the floor. He scooped one up and presented it to the boy. “No!” Crion scowled before grabbing and throwing the toy. “Dee,” he insisted. Xanatos tried a second animal, only to have it rejected as well. He let out a sigh before a worn, blue blanket caught his eye. It was the one Crion had held onto for the entire trip back to Telos. He grabbed the shabby blanket, hoping this would please the boy. “Dee!” Crion giggled, grabbing the treasure eagerly. “I’m glad.” “Da,” Crion said, pointing at him. “Yes,” Xanatos confirmed, a strange giddiness filling him at the small term of endearment. “Mama?” “Mommy is taking a nap. And you should as well,” Xanatos suggested. “No nap.” “Yes, you’ve said that already.” Xanatos placed a hand on his son’s forehead, sending out a light pulse through the Force. Bright blue eyes widened, staring intently up a Xanatos. Even at such a young age, Crion seemed to know that he shared something with his father that he shared with no one else. The bond had been rapidly strengthening before Mia had run. “It’s time to sleep,” Xanatos said, delivering a Force suggestion. The boy slumped over. Xanatos laid him down gently, tucking think blankets around him. It was cheating, he knew that, but it was his right as a father. Even when Crion was a small baby, the caregivers had been baffled at how one who obviously knew so little about children could calm his son almost instantly and always get him to sleep. He brushed a stray raven lock from Crion’s forehead, smiling. “Yes, Crion. Now that I have you back, I will teach you everything I know,” he whispered. A frown replaced his smile. He had avoided seeing Mia for days, afraid of being unable to control his hurt and anger. But now the questions he had were burning a hole in his heart, and he could no longer wait. He needed to know why she had taken his son away from him. -----signature----- No Legacy So Rich : Xan,OC, Obi, Qui (12/19) Seekers, Not Saints: SW/TB crossover (8/12)
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 8/1/07 9:22am Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 3, updated 8/1
	He brushed a stray raven lock from Crion’s forehead, smiling. “Yes, Crion. Now that I have you back, I will teach you everything I know,” he whispered. A frown replaced his smile. He had avoided seeing Mia for days, afraid of being unable to control his hurt and anger. But now the questions he had were burning a hole in his heart, and he could no longer wait. He needed to know why she had taken his son away from him. And that is the question. If Mia is that ill and Crion would be an orphan, why did she run away? LOved that he used the Force to get the kid to sleep. If only I could have done that with my kids... LOL. Great job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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aliceandjasper Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 8/1/07 2:39pm Subject: RE: No Legacy So Rich - AU (Xanatos, OCs, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon) - ch 3, updated 8/1
	I am sorry that I didn´t leave a review for the last chapter. I had just gotten your message when one of DRL´s henchmen kidnapped me. I was able to escape but apparently my memory was wiped…. It was interesting that you had Xanatos name his son Crion. It´s interesting because another big fandom (ok, it´s HP) is still arguing that was morbid to name your children after your dead parents. So reading the name of Xanatos´ son was highly amusing. A daughter -- he imagined a little girl as beautiful and intelligent as her mother. He, of course, would never let a man near her, and would have to protect her and teach her to defend herself. The galaxy was a treacherous place. I am sure I heard that before. Xan with fatherly feelings,...ahhh “It’s time to sleep,” Xanatos said, delivering a Force suggestion. The boy slumped over. Xanatos laid him down gently, tucking think blankets around him. It was cheating, he knew that, but it was his right as a father. Even when Crion was a small baby, the caregivers had been baffled at how one who obviously knew so little about children could calm his son almost instantly and always get him to sleep. I can imagine that every parent would be envy him because of that little trick. This chapter was really nice. I am a bit sad about Mia though. I did not think it was that serious.
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